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A few days after Grud and more of his children tried out and refined the wave propulsion technique to move a boat. One of Grud's children, who was officially a shaman but preferred fishing and made it his full-time job, proposed a tryout of using the wave propulsion technique on an average fishing boat for a full day to see how much they could get done.
Grud liked the idea and jumped on it. Grud contacted one of the fishing boats whose crew consisted of all his family members, and whom Grud knew could keep their mouths shut, even from their spouses.
On the day of the test, Grud and the son who suggested this test, swarped in for two of the fishing crew. When they sailed out far enough not to be observed by other fishing boats, Grud asked his son to perform the wave propulsion technique.
As the wave propulsion technique was starting, Grud instructed the rest of the crew to raise the sails so as not to hinder the boat while the magically manipulated waves carried the boat forward.
Soon, a foot-high curling wave, slightly wider than the width of the fishing boat, curled up and crashed into itself no more than an arm's reach from the stern of the boat. This created a current that pushed the boat forward, and thankfully, the current was gentle enough that the boat could still be steered by the rudder.
As the boat was pushed forward by the current, it took nearly five minutes before reaching its top speed, getting them to the crew's usual fishing spot much faster than usual. From there, they cast their nets to begin their haul for the day.
By the time they returned to offload their first haul, it was not even midday yet, Grud and his sons decided to keep fishing throughout the whole day to see how many hauls they could get done in one day.
***
When evening rolled around, Grud and his sons were miserable as the salt from the sea had crystallized on their skin, and besides those who were fishermen by trade, Grud and his other son, who replaced the left behind crew, were sunburned. At least his Grud's shaman son was. Grud was just irritated from the crystallized salt on his skin, making him feel extra dry.
But despite their shared misery, they were elated by the results of the wave propulsion technique. On a good day, a normal fishing boat that is powered by wind, oar, and rudder could make three hauls, four if they were willing to work late. But when testing the Water symbol to facilitate their travel, they made seven hauls. More than doubling the average, and they had time to go for an eighth if everyone was not already so cranky.
After they bathed to clean the salt and sweat from their bodies, they broke the great news of the usefulness of the Water symbol to the rest of the research group. This success was celebrated and brought more ideas from those who did not participate in the test.
In the following days, more of Grud's children joined in on the practical applications of the Water symbol. The two most important discoveries they made were filtering water and dehydrating objects.
Filtering water was a huge boon when traveling because pulling water out of the air was a rather mana-intensive process. But pulling pure water out of a muddy pond or a still pool of water was a lot more mana-efficient.
As for dehydrating, they found it to be the most useful application of the water symbol yet. Compared to sun-dried foods, a good portion of the food that is currently being dried spoils during the process of drying.
Dehydrating using the Water symbol to draw the water out of food seemed to resolve this issue. Not only could dehydrating via the Water symbol take the process of multiple days of sun-drying down to a few hours of work, except for a few meats and vegetables that needed some time to break down and form a more complex taste, the dehydrated foodstuff also tasted better and fresher than its sun-dried versions.
This greatly expanded the variety of food people could bring on journeys, and once they had tested and improved all the foods that are normally made to be field rations, they moved on to full meals.
Grud got his wives to cook every dish that they knew, so they could test dehydration on it. This resulted in a lot of hits and misses for meals that were compatible with dehydration. The type of food that worked best with dehydration was stews and soups that could be reduced and dehydrated into bouillon. All a person needed to do was add water to reconstitute the meal.
It did not take a week before one of Grud's family merchants started selling dehydrated stews as rations. And in order to waterproof the rations for travel, they were wrapped in a waxy leaf that was commonly used as a substitute for serving plates, and sealed with bees' wax.
This new product opened up more business opportunities for the rest of Grud's family, who had access to the inside news first, and they took advantage of it. Land was cleared to plant more of the plants that grew the waxy leaves, and other parts of the family went out in search of bee hives to harvest their wax and honey.
This gave one of Grud's grandsons an idea, and he explored whether he could raise bees like they could horses. With the help of his relatives, he currently has three hives in wooden boxes up against the inside of a secluded part of the tribe's wall to avoid too many people getting close to the bees, as they may interpret too many people near their hive as an attack and start stinging people.
As for how these domesticated hives would work out, they just had to wait and see.
***
One day, as Grud was tinkering with the different symbols they had discovered so far, he was interrupted by Nita and Ida, who stormed into his research room.
"Husband, we need to talk." Nita said, and Grud could tell that he was not going to like it.
He stopped his work and faced his two wives.
"Dear, you have been neglecting your duties as chieftain. While you have been obsessed with the World Language research, Nita, your assistant Zuka, and I have been doing what we can, but there are some things that need your input and approval." Ida said.
"You said there will be no talk of work in the bedroom. But that is the only place your wives can even see you nowadays. The rest of the time, you spend down here. By the time you come to bed, we are all already asleep, and you are gone by the time we wake up. And if one of us does not find you to drain your seed, you will constantly go to Tavora to drain your seed in her ass. She is pregnant but does not want to complain when you are so concentrated. Her asshole hurts from overuse, dear. She just wants to cater to your needs while she is suffering in silence." Nita scolded.
Grud was both shocked and horrified by this realisation, and was disappointed with himself. Ever since the success of the practical application of the Water symbol, he had been enthralled by the mysteries of World Language that were just waiting to be unlocked. And seeing that he had the best mana control around, he left the task of finding new symbols to his children while he tinkered with the symbols they had discovered so far and see what made them tick.
It began with one day of leaving his chiefly duties to his assistant and wives, and after checking and ensuring everything was fine, his slack turned into days of continuous research.
"But worst of all, you have been neglecting your wives' needs!" Nita said as she approached Grud and flipped up his tunic, revealing his dick and balls that he did not even bother to wrap in undergarments because he knew that he was not going to be running around or doing vigorous activities.
Nita pointed to his half-chubbed dick and his balls the size of small melons stretching against the skin of his scrotum. "See, not only have you been neglecting your wives, but you have been neglecting your own needs. When was the last time you released your seed?"
Grud thought about it, but he did not know. In this underground research room, there was no sunlight, so he did not know what point of the day it was. The only way he could tell time was by how hungry he was. And since waking up today, he has not remembered fucking any of his wives. "Not since yesterday morning." Grud said sullenly.
Of all the things that could take his mind off the endless lust his blue balls were calling for, Grud did not think research of magic would be it, but here he was, being scolded by those who were ready and willing to take on and sate his lust.
"So here is what is going to happen." Nita said in a commanding voice as she knelt between his legs and started jacking his dick. "Both of us are going to drain your seed, and when we are done, you are going to spend the rest of the day passing off your research to the others. You are then going to come home tonight before we fall asleep and breed each and every one of your wives. You will breed us again when you wake up, then go to your office and do what you need to do to keep this tribe running. Do I make myself clear?!" she said as Ida squeezed in to start sucking and fondling his balls.
With how full and backed up his balls were, Grud was not prepared for the pleasure assault on them and just nodded to Nita's questions. And the moment he did so, Nita put her mouth around the tip of his dick and pushed herself forward onto it, forcing all twenty inches of thick man-meat down her well-practiced throat and into her stomach, as Ida was doing her best to form hickies on his balls.
As Nita started bobbing her head up and down, he felt the flared glans of his dick rub against her lower esophageal sphincter as his dick head poked in and out of her stomach. After a few minutes of getting sucked off and Nita getting his cock out of her mouth to take a breath, Grud could bear it no longer and started cumming. And as he came, he did not need to hold Nita's head down on his dick. Instead, she threw her arms around his waist and held herself there until she felt the pulses of semen pumping through his shaft start to slow. Only then did she slowly pull herself back, letting him shoot ropes of cum on the way out of her esophagus, and held the tip of Grud's dick in her mouth to get a mouthful of cum for herself.
Nita then looked up at Grud and opened her mouth, showing him that it was full of his thick, jelly-like semen, before pulling Ida in for a deep kiss as she shared his cum with her sister-wife.
This display of carnal affection between his wives got Grud hard in an instant, and as they were sharing a cum drenched kiss, Grud grabbed Ida by the hips and flipped her skirt up to reveal a sopping wet pussy.
He lifted Ita by her hips, bringing her pussy to his mouth and started invading it with his tongue, lapping up and sucking down the juices that were pouring from it. And after he sated his thirst for female fuck-juice, her brought her pussy down on his dick, ramming straight past her cervix and stretching her womb.
This made Ida release a screaming moan into Nita's mouth as they were still locked in a cum swapping kiss.
From his seated position, Grud grunted like an animal as he moved Ida's hips up and down on his cock in long strokes, repeatedly ramming past her cervix and punching the roof of her womb. If it were any normal woman who had no prior exposure to Grud's cum, they would be badly injured, but for a wife of Grud, their bodies were conditioned and brains rewired to feel extreme pleasure from their guts being rearranged.
It did not take long for Ida to climax on every long stroke into her womb, spraying fuck juice on Grud's dick to lubricate the massive shaft invading her. It did not take long before Grud felt his balls tighten, and he started busting a fat nut into Ida's womb.
As he started cumming, he did not stop the strokes, forcing more and more cum into her womb, bloating her womb, making her look like she was five months pregnant.
When he was done cumming, he lifted Ida off his dick and rested her on his lap before looking at Nita, "Clean it up and point your ass here." he commanded.
Nita let the cum covered penis lie across her face as she inhaled the stench of sex permeating from it. She then stuck out her tongue and started licking from the base of Grud's balls, lapping up the foamy residue formed from Ida's cunt getting fucked, all the way to the tip of Grud's dick, where she sucked out any leftover cum in his urethra, then she once again took his penis into her mouth down to the base.
After bobbing her head on his dick for a while and feeling him get harder in her throat, she pulled out and released his dick with a pop, "There, all nice and clean." Nita said, seductively as she turned around, raised her ass, and flipped her skirt up, revealing her wet pussy with rivulets of pussy juice running down her thighs.
Grud licked his lips, suddenly feeling thirsty from his workout with Ida. he picked Nita up by the hips and started licking her from her inner thighs near her knees, all the way up to her vagina, and started sucking her fuck hole.
With Ida out of action, there was nobody to suppress her moans of pleasure from sounding out as Grud's tongue fucked her box. When Grud had his fill of Nita's pussy juice, it was her turn to have her womb rammed.
***
A couple of hours later, Grud pulled his dick out of Ida's asshole and observed his work. Nita and Ida were lying on his table. They both looked like they were pregnant and on the verge of giving birth due to all the cum that was currently stuffed in their wombs, stomachs, and intestines. And both of their breasts were sagging from being totally drained of their breast milk.
With his libido partially satisfied, he threw blankets over them and carried them to their bedroom to rest for the main event tonight.
For now, like his wives scolded him for, he had chiefly duties to attend to.