Wine From A Stone

We entered the pub and were escorted to a very secluded and romantic booth. He had made a reservation! Was this all a set-up? Did he take me through that park intentionally to get me aroused? Was he some kind of player?

I looked around the pub. It was a very unusual pub. We were in a very romantic part of the pub, but the Pub offered a wide array of atmospheres. The romantic part was a separate section, and they were busy, but lots of dwarves were just having fun, or playing games. Some were playing drinking games. But there were more than just dwarves here. I saw many species. A party of elves was partying with a party of dwarves, and they were being quite loud.

“Why is this your favorite pub?”

“It has a little bit of every side of our culture on display, and it’s not just our culture that are enjoying it. It’s like a melting crucible. A little of everything smoothly mixing together. I guess, I’m just a romantic.”

“I think it’s wonderful!”

We sat, we ate, and we drank. Maybe we drank too much. It was always a risk with me. Where was my chaperone? Did I forget to bring a chaperone!?

The waiter brought a drink to the table with straws in it. Two straws.

“No, I didn’t request that. Take it away.” Rekh said.

“It’s a gifted drink sir,” the waiter said.

“No. We don’t want that drink. Take it away!” Rekh said.

“Leave it, sir,” I said.

“No! Rosie you don’t understand!” Rekh said.

“It’s alright. It is bad manners to refuse a gift. We don’t have to drink it, but I can’t let you refuse a gift.”

“Fine. But don’t drink it! You may go Garakh,” Rekh said.

“So, what is this drink that you are so afraid of, Rekh?”

“You mustn’t drink that. It’s an aphrodisiac. A powerful one. If we drank that we would wind up like those people in the Sub way. We would lose all sense of reason, and if you drank it you’d wind up mating with me, or anyone unless they totally repulsed you. Even then you still might.”

“I want to drink this. I want you. I want you to drink this.”

“Rosie, you have had too much to drink. Let me take you back to your residence, so you can sleep this off, and we can continue this discussion when you are sober.”

Goddess! I want this guy. He’s so innocent.

“Do you not want me? Am I not attractive to you?”

“Of course I want you! You are an amazing woman, and amazingly beautiful. Only a blind fool wouldn’t want you.”

“What is this drink called, Rekh?”

“It is Wine From A Stone, a very infamous drink, and nearly every pub, inn, and tavern serve some variation of it. It affects more than just dwarves.”

“Why are you so afraid of this little drink?”

“I’m not afraid of the drink. I don’t need this drink to attract me to you. I already am.”

“Why is it called Wine From A Stone? It’s a strange name for a drink.”

“It’s a play on words and the effect of the drink. It’s not wine from a stone, but wine that turns men into a stone. And like I said. I don’t need a drink to turn me into a stone. You already turn me into a stone. Every time I’m near you. From the first moment.”

“Then take me. Take me to a bed and take me.”

“No! I won’t take advantage of your condition. When you are sober I won’t refuse.”

“I’m going to drink it. Then what will you do? Will you make me drink it alone?”

He was leaning over the table trying to keep me from lifting the cup. I reached up and kissed him, and then whispered in his ear,

“You made me ruin my panties before we even entered the pub. I want you. I want you right here and right now. Even without a drop of ale or this drink, I want you. Mate with me. Take me to a bed and mate with me. Will you be my mate, my husband?”

“Yes!” He said.

He grabbed the drink, his hand over mine. He grabbed the free straw, and said,

“Fine! I’ll drink it with you. I’ll take you to a bed, and I will mate with you. My wife!”

We drank it together. I thought I was really horny before. I wasn’t prepared for what being made horny from a potion could feel like. Rekh slammed some coin onto the table and whisked me up into his arms. I threw my arms around him and kissed him again. He carried me through a side door, and we were in the adjoining Inn. Rekh threw coins down at the register and the attendant tossed a key onto the counter. Rekh picked it up in a single motion, and we were soon in a suite. I had been playing with his shirt, and watched myself unbutton his shirt before he even opened the room. I was running my hand over his furry and firm chest. I played with his short beard. It suited him. I liked it. I kissed his cheek and chewed on his ear, he was caressing me.

We both lost all sense of reason and the rest of the night was a blur. We took turns taking each other, back and forth. One moment alone stuck with me. When he first entered me, something inside twisted, and as soon as it did. I locked his stone inside me. Dee had said something about how that worked with dragons, but I had not known dwarves were capable of locking. I had a strange euphoric sensation when it happened. It was so sudden, and so firm, that it shocked even Rekh. It was more than he had planned for, and he exploded inside me almost right away. He panicked and tried to pull out.

“You’ll get pregnant!” He’d said.

“Not tonight. I am protected, my love. Even if I do. I’m not afraid, anymore. I will gladly accept it,” I’d replied.

We woke up in the morning, sober. Well, I woke up in the morning sober. I then woke him up, by doing him. He was shocked, and tried to pull out.

“Give up, my husband. I will not release you until you give me what I want. I am completely sober, and you promised to not refuse me when I’m sober. Do you plan to break your word?”

Apparently, that pushed him over the edge, and I got what I wanted.

“I didn’t promise. Nor did I promise to never refuse,” He said.

“Your exact words were, ‘When you are sober, I will not refuse’. You made no qualifications, limits, conditions, places, or time restrictions. I will hold you to that vow,” I said.

He smiled, and said, “As you wish, my Queen.”

“That’s better, my King,” I said.

Now, I just had to face my girls. And hope, I didn’t just royally screw up. But, I had done pretty much the same thing Dee is always doing. I hope this isn’t a sign.

“We should probably keep the Queen and King thing to ourselves.”

“Naturally, my Queen. Your secret is now my secret. I will defend it and you, as best I can.”

We found out later, Queen Tokcraíga was the one who had sent us the Wine From A Stone drink. She was as devious as Queen Matilde. Maybe more so. She has a huge time advantage. I sought an audience with the Queen. But first I needed to face my team.

I walked in, and they were all waiting for me.

“Lifesense!” Darby cast.

“She reeks of sex, but she isn’t pregnant,” Darby said.

“Thank the Goddess Dee’s spell worked,” Celes said.

“So what happened? What happened to all the: I don’t trust him, he’s a player, he’ll cheat, he’s a womanizer,” Sandy asked.

“He won me over. He won me over so hard I wanted to bang him before we even had our first drink.”

Everyone started laughing.

“She’s just like Dee.”

“She’ll need a full-time chaperone.”

“I know, right!?”

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“Are we done now?” I asked.

“Oh, this is just the beginning Rosie. The Queen already knows. Your wedding and bedding is in three days,” Celes said.

“I’m still going to test him!” Sandy said.

“Me too!” Sadhbh said.

“And me also!” Mia said.

“Don’t even think I’m not going to dig out his secrets,” Celes said.

“Fine, do as you please,” I said.

Three days later, Rekh woke up in Sandy’s bed and smelled of sex. He was naked, and Sandy was sleeping next to him, naked and smelled of his scent. He didn’t recall a lot of what happened. He came to me after he had washed up and left.

“I’m so sorry! I tried to resist your friend Sandy, but I failed somehow. I am unworthy of you. But if you can see past this, I will spend the rest of my life devoted to you, and try as best I can to make it up to you,” Rekh said.

“Go home. Go home, and get ready for our wedding today.”

Then, Sandy and the other girls met with me, and gave their reports.

“Your husband is an idiot when it comes to girls,” Misa said, “He has no sense of defense, and just opens himself up to attacks from girls. But he is loyal to you.”

“Your husband is truly an idiot when it comes to women. He is too trusting. Too innocent. Too unguarded. Women are going to devour him, unless he learns. He is definitely head over heels for you. Sickeningly so. There is hope, he can be loyal to you,” Sadhbh said.

“Your husband is stubbornly loyal to you. He resisted all my seduction. Even after I drugged him. That Wine From A Stone drink is powerful shit. Even after unknowingly drinking it, he begged me not to do anything. I cast a sleep spell on him. Good thing the antidote worked, or I’d have screwed him all night. Then I staged my bed, and him and me to convince him we’d done it. But I had to play with myself all night. You owe me one sexy guy to mate with. Your husband is as loyal as can be. Maybe my prank will teach him to be more cautious and careful around women. As it is. Women will eat him up.”

“Your husband is a complete idiot when it comes to women. Half the available females have been trying to seduce him for years, and he doesn’t even have a clue they like him. The other half have been trying to pull off what Sandy nearly did. Unless he wises up, he’s going to father half the children in the Dwarf Queendom,” Celes said.

I started laughing, “Well, it looks like I’m going to have a challenging life. I’m going to have to protect my poor clueless husband. I’m sure I’ll fail a few times. At least I have the prospect of lots of make up sex with him.”

The girls all started laughing.

“Well that sure is a positive way of looking at it,” Celes said.

“And if you ever try that again Sandy, I will kick your ass! Unless you ask permission, and I give it.”

“I’m available anytime you feel like granting permission. I have some serious hots for your husband now. Maybe we can gang up on him, for some triple play action,” Sandy said.

Three hours later we gathered in the Great Hall of the Queen’s Palace. Nobles from all over the realm had come to witness a marriage of the Queen’s son to a wandering dwarf. It had all the makings of a great scandal. The trumpets blared, and Queen Tokcraíga entered with her retinue. Her retinue took their places among the banquet. Tokcraíga then spoke,

“Welcome and Salutations Children of Kvalinn. We have come together to join together two great Royal Houses!”

Gasps were heard throughout the Hall.

“Today, my son Prince Rekhin Mac Tokcraíga is to wed the Lost Princess Róisína Ní Genei!”

Everyone rose and clapped as Rekhin escorted me in. My hand resting beyond his extended elbow. He wore the traditional Dwarven garb of a stone artificer in a formal midnight blue shirt and pants, with a mithril vest and a red dwarven crown of a prince of his realm. I wore the white dragonscale armor Deirdre had made for me, and a cape of blue roses and my mithril crown. Everyone froze at the sight of the stunning mithril crown. Once they recovered the clapping intensified and the people began stomping their feet.

When we, the couple, reached the altar of the War Goddess we stopped.

Queen Tokcraíga then performed the wedding vows, and when we exchanged a mana filled kiss, My aura flared high up into the rafters in a blinding silver light, at which point it was revealed to, well everyone, I was a Mithril Dwarf. The aura being a humongous telltale sign. My entire body glowed, because Dee had helped me awaken my Spirit affinity.

Silence fell on the wedding hall. Even the queen was stunned beyond her capacity. Never in her three-hundred-fifty-nine years of life had she seen anything like this. But her day was not over yet, and the wedding crowd was in for the wedding of the millennium. Once the queen had regained her composure, she said,

“Now let the Bride and Groom drink from the Cup of Conception the Nectar of Life, and consummate their marriage!”

I was a little stunned. I was hoping to get drunk first. But I should have looked into all that history the Goddess poured into me. If I had, I have known to get drunk well before the ceremony as Dwarfs do things a little bit different. Eating the feast After the Bedding ceremony. The bride and groom parties then stripped us, the happy couple, completely!

Sandy handed the Cup of Conception to me. Rekh was staring at Sandy petrified and blushing. She giggled quietly. Then I said,

“Come husband, let us drink of the Nectar of Life.”

My tone was just a tad bit sharp, and Rekh turned and faced me instantly. I took a drink, and swallowed it and again my entire body lit up. But this time I glowed a lovely shade of vibrant green.

“Oh fuck,” I said quietly.

I took another drink with one hand. With the other I pulled Rekh in to me, and then kissed him again, shooting all the nectar into Rekh’s mouth. His eyes shot open and our mana mixed again and a humongous aura of green and true-silver exploded out of us.

First Rekh was thrown unto the bed and his rock hard rod was quite erect. Then I was tossed on top of him, and their aim was perfect. I landed right on top of him and slid down on his pole and locked onto it. This was super embarrassing. So I pounded him hard and fast. We came like lightning and his hot seed filled my up. Then I glowed down there above my sex with a furious green orb of light. Then another. And another! And then the fourth glowing green light lit up, and all four exploded out in a big flash of light!

“Fuck me,” I mumbled. Rekh took that as an order, or a request from me. We had already disconnected and laid out on the bed. I was sitting up looking at my belly, where four babies were now growing inside of me, and my bedding was nothing like any I’d seen yet. Everyone else needed multiple matings. Rekh had down me with just one. But I didn’t have any time to think about that, because Rekh threw me down and started round two. Remember when I mumbled fuck me. This was my penalty for voicing it that way. Rekh didn’t stop for more than twenty minutes, and the crowd watching us this whole time was going bonkers over this marathon session. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

I lost count of how many times he and I came, or climaxed. I felt pretty wonderful, but was getting a little sore. Then we got up out of the bed, and a round of applause began. The nurse witnesses then announced we had produced four children two of each gender.

But the applause was cut short when the entire mountain trembled, and a Red beam of light exploded from either the ceiling, or the altar. In any event a beam of red light encased the altar of the Goddess of War. Out of the statue, the Goddess of War stepped, and I immediately knelt, completely naked before the Goddess. She couldn’t have cared less.

“Congratulations, Princess Rosie. What a beautiful ceremony! May your days and your battles be blessed. Take this, The Mantle of Blessed Birth. As long as your hearts remain true, your line shall never fail. Wear this mantle when you are with child. While you wear this mantle no harm can befall you, or your unborn. No weapon, no spell, no poison, and no curse. I leave you these other gifts my disciple. Use them well. May you be blessed with many children. And you Prince. Stay in your lane, be true to your wives, and be wary of stray women.”

Then she brushed past Sandy before she disappeared, and whispered, “You are also with his child, little vixen Sandy. You slipped up last night, and he took you in your sleep.”

I heard her. Sandy went white, and then smiled for a moment. We got dressed, while the entire crowd at the feast sat in stunned silence at the arrival of the Goddess of War, and that I was on friendly talking terms with her.

The queen came down and looked at the altar filled with gifts from the Goddess of War to her son and daughter-in-law. There was a pair of Sky-iron Oathbond rings that allowed Rekh and I to always know where the other one was, and when we were in mortal danger. Then there were four Cradle-eggs. These were sky-iron eggs that when the children reached the age of adulthood, they would take the form of skill path the child had chosen. For Rekh there was a sky-forged adamantine chisel and artisan hammer. With them Rekh could carve any metal even refined-adamantine, and it boosted his ability to visualize his creation. The mantle I now wore was of dark red wool that could be neither cut nor burned.

The crowd was now riveted on me. A Mithril Dwarf Princess that just walked out of legend into the middle of the primary Dwarven Queendom, with the blessing of the Goddess, and showered with gifts by said Goddess of War. At the end of the feast, I pulled Rekh and Sandy aside, and said, “You two are coming with me to my quarters when this is all over.”

When I was certain we had privacy, I said, “Rekh, you got Sandy pregnant this morning. Tomorrow the two of you are getting married. Complete with another Nectar of Life and bedding ceremony. The nurses are going to announce you got Sandy pregnant. You Sandy, will officially be my surrogate. That is how we are going to explain it. That will be the story here in the Dwarven queendom. Got it?”

“Yes Rosie.”

“Yes, my Queen. Again, I am sorry. I will do my best to become a husband you can be proud of,” Rekh said.

“Stop apologizing. I am already proud of you. It is mostly not your fault. Sandy drugged you. But if you don’t begin to be aware and guarded around women, that will happen over and over again. Half the women you currently smile and talk to are plotting exactly the same thing that Sandy accomplished with you. So, unless you are hoping for a harem of hundreds of women be more reserved and cautious with women. Note I will demand you marry any woman you knock up, and treat her well. Divorce for you from any of your wives is out of the question.”

Rekh didn’t know what to say about all that, as he was now replaying every moment of his time with Sandy yesterday, and then every interaction he’d ever had with women, and it was all now starting to dawn on him. The great danger he was in. He turned another shade of pale.

We spent another week in the realm, and the party was nonstop. Five women Rekh knew tried to drug and rape Rekh in those seven days. We informed the Queen about Sandy, and she laughed, and scolded Rekh, for being a reckless idiot with women. Rekh got a permanent chaperone. A very stonefaced elder dwarf, Kharkernic. The queen assigned me six nursemaids, one of her physicians - a green-haired middle-aged dwarf woman, and she brought two nurses with her.

We found the necessary stone and metal dwarves we were hoping to find. A great number of alchemists wished to join our party. We accepted five. I was receiving nonstop marriage proposals. The queen suggested I at least let four or five from the upper noble Houses court me. If I wanted to hope for the line of mithril dwarfs to truly survive into the future she said I should take at least sixteen husbands over my life. I had to admit, I liked the idea of the Mithril Dwarves to have a future legacy. So I accepted her idea, and so we returned With a full airship and five noble Houses of Dwarves were coming to live in Shin Shirochi, the New White Dragon City. This was going to be a huge deal.

My life was about to get complicated. I had hidden my true origins concerning this world for years. We had one full semester of Academy left, but all the students we’d attended with were graduating soon. We had missed basically an entire year. The plan was to open the floating Academy, and test it out with us in a summer session to make up for the Fall session. Then we’d attend the Fall session and graduate. Currently, though we were going to build a seaport the likes of which this world had never seen. I was about to become a very visible member of Dee’s Council. My Isekai life sure has been a lot of fun, and a lot of danger. Great Goddess, I’m twenty-two, married to a prince, and now made into a queen in another world, and I have super OP powers, and pregnant! Pregnant with not one child, but four! Holy crap! Sixteen husbands? How the HELL did I get to a point where I’m actually considering sixteen fucking husbands!? Where’s the Goddess-damned romance? Ok, yeah, sure my husband is pretty darned cute in his own way. But a three-day three date romance does not a romance vibe make.

We need to fix up that onsen Dee found! I need some serious me time to adjust to all this!