Deeper into your memories.

You keep going farther down memory lane. Reliving your memories with perfect quality.

You’re back living among K’wanik’s little household. One day while talking to one one of his wives, you are surprised to learn that none of the women here resent having been offered as tribute to the sorcerer. Even those who did at first, like herself she confesses, learned to appreciate the life here. He treats them all very fairly she says, and covers for all of the needs they might possibly have. The woman next to her adds that indeed all of their ‘needs’ are well taken care of and all the other women start laughing. The one you talked to blushes furiously.

You know why. Every night the old sorcerer takes three or more of his wives with him to spend the night in his tent and every morning they get out of it looking contented even if slightly disheveled. You’re amazed by the stamina the man seems to possess at his age.

During your stay you meet one of K'wanik's daughters, an olive skinned girl named Ean’milia, whom you fancy. She is barely out of her eighteenth year, yet already beautiful with big liquid dark eyes, and her hair in a long braid that she lets rest on her graceful shoulders.

She teaches you subtleties of the islanders' language that you ignored, while you tell her of your own country and its technological and industrial achievements.

You spend a lot of time together on fishing and hunting trips. You admire her energy and zest for life. How very naturally she acts compared to the women of Estera. Also you appreciate simply seeing her move in the skimpy clothes the women of the islands typically wear; simple animal hides that only cover their breasts and nether regions.

Ean'milia seems almost clueless of the urges she spans in you or how titillating her way of dressing is. Thanks to all the time she spends outside exploring, she has developed a really impressive figure. Her bare toned legs are surmounted by a perfectly round and firm ass that her skin garment stretches taut over. The top of her bikini-like clothing covers her nipples, but lets a great amount of her bouncing breasts visible.

The both of you quickly develop a strong complicity that could grow into something romantic, but your friendship always get in the way. Many of your attempts at a kiss or a caress often ends up just being awkward because of it. You’re worried your little trysts will end up leading to nothing.

One day, while you are eating the product of your hunt near the bonfire, K’wanik tells you something that is of great interest to you. To K’wanik, the only way for someone with no natural ability for magic to learn it, was to “sign” a contract with a Sk’hish “a God" and to fuse with it, gaining some of its powers in the process.

You have trouble understanding what he means exactly by this. “A God?” You didn’t remember ever finding any proof of the existence of any of the Gods of the Esteran’s pantheon and you have traveled more than most people do in a lifetime.

But K’wanik doesn’t seem to want to discuss it more than that. What he offers you though, is to help you meet one of them tonight. He believes you have mastered the techniques he taught you and that you are ready for the ultimate trance. You gladly accept.

When you go tell Ean'milia, her face darkens. She tells you that the ceremony is dangerous. Her own father was never quite the same after he performed it for the first time. You want to talk to her more but she turns her back and runs away before you get the chance to.