Within eight years, the former fifty clansman had become well over a hundred and the stranger who was no longer such, had forty three children. As his oldest boy stood before him, the stranger saw that the boy was alot like his granddad, already he was six feet tall, and was producing seed. Inquiring of his other memory he was shocked to realize that the girl who was his wife was only fourteen when he sullyed her nature, and that her father was only twenty six, which means he was twelve when he had her. His son informed him that he was going to stay with a woman who had produced several children with Erelik, since Erelik already had two other mates beside her whom he loved more, she wanted a mate of her own. Though she use to play with Eric when he was a much younger boy, Eric wanted her to continue as his close companion. Looking to Higya, his wife the stranger, Nemec had no reservations and gave his son his blessings. Hiya felt the kick of her unborn baby and got up so her husband could feel it. Nemec layed on his back and urged Higya to place her maker upon his face. As he loving nibbled on her places, her sister Hedera, lifted her gown and rode upon the steeple of Nemec. After a time, all three felt a release.
Eric looked at Fedora as she played with her child. She knew Eric was behind her and wanted him to make his statement and consumate their joinning. Eric felt the welling of members growing into will and quickly slid his part deep within her portion. As the walls of the maker massaged the ender, Eric wept from the joyous sensation.
Fedora felt the tears upon her back and moved her hips to meet Eric's push. As she did, she felt the unmistakeable warmth filling her body. Eric quickly apologized and swore he wouldn't remove his bits until she felt her release, though he attempted, five minutes later, his shriveling member was exhausted, as was he, and he fell to the ground. Fedora kissed him on the lips and layed next to him as he fell asleep. From the union of Fedora and Eric came Bash. Bash who would win victory for his clansman against Thor.
By age two Bash had grown a fondness for a very large rock, which he tossed about hoping to hit his much bigger tribesman in the head with. They all thought it amusing except for his mother, who saw the thirst in her son's eyes for glory greater than himself. Eric now twelve, passionately loved Fedora who was twelve years older than he. He relied on her for direction especially when dealing with their son Bash. She asked Eric to give Bash no concessions, not allowing him to enjoy his childhood, but to engage a life style, far beyond his years. They wouldn't have to wait long for such an opportunity to present itself. The warlord whom Nemec once followed had fallen onto hard times, and had to flee for his life through the euroasian steppes. With him, he carried his family and some of his supporters. Having made many enemies, the warlord had to give away all his wealth to ensure passage for his small band. They only carried some life stock wheat barley and weaponry. After several weeks, they had exhausted almost all of their provisions and was near starving when they happened upon a norseman patrol. They were made to stay whilst Erelik returned to the camp and approached Nemec. Showing Nemec a piece of clothing belonging to the exiles, Nemec called for twelve and a half more mighty men and quickly followed on horses. Once they arrived, the former warlord, Sanu, quickly embraced Nemec. Nemec looked at the man with a dull coldness, but then smiled in an attempt to seem friendly. Erelik saw the look in Nemec's eyes and remarked to himself, how much he looked like their former leader, the giant Basher. Sanu said of how happy he was that one of his men had taken over the impressively sized foreigners. Sanu looked to his concubine and son, and told his son that it was hope yet for him to be a warlord, but of giants. In a flicker Nemec drove his sword through Sanu's throat nearly decapitating him. Erelik saw the dull distance in his eyes, it was the will of the Basher. Bash jumped off his father's horse and approached the gurgling man who was spitting up the last of life. Bash looked into his eyes and giggled when the man began to wink
uncontrollably.
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