The Life of Koru, Chapter 40
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Unlike humans, a koru could survive even at 40 degrees Celsius in the desert. His harsh life conditioned him to that. In fact, with global warming, the temperatures in the Sahara sometimes rose to 50 degrees Celsius -- it was a challenge even for a koru to survive!
The days were inching closer to the height of summer and the Sahara was becoming a giant oven, baking all the koru inside.
The relentless rays of the sun scorched down the earth with an intensity that seemed to set the very atmosphere ablaze. The sand shimmered, radiating heat waves. Sunlight tanned the naked apes to a uniform dark copper brown. You could say that only their assholes remained untouched by the sun, everything else was burnt brown.
Scoutie, Mulo and Sleaze were marching towards Oasis Zerkala. It was an important outpost where many slave soldiers had to meet in order to form a guerilla army.
As they ventured deeper into the desert, the merciless sun bore down upon them with unyielding intensity, waves of scorching heat beating down on their backs, boiling their brains in the cavities of their skulls into a mushy soup. Each step felt heavier than the last, the air thick with the oppressive weight of windless heat. Sweat poured from their brows, evaporating before it could offer any relief, leaving only a salty residue behind. Yet, they pressed on, driven by an unyielding determination to reach their destination, their spirits tested but not broken by the punishing heat.
Their lips were cracked and parched. Mulo tried to lick his lips, but his tongue proved to be almost as dry, offering no moisture, no relief.
"Water..." he mumbled like a mad koru.
"It's finished!" Scoutie said. "We'se have no water until evening!"
Mulo looked in the distance. His only hope was a miracle. The horizon wavered like a mirage of liquid silver, distorting the landscape into a surreal dreamscape.
"The oasis! The oasis!" he yelled.
"That's no oasis, ye dumbass! That's only mirage'ry!" Scoutie said.
"M-mirage'ry?"
"Yeah! Desert's full of that shit!"
Walking through the desert was like walking through the netherworld, where reality itself was warped and curved by the incredible heat. Or at least this is what Mulo felt. He could no longer trust his perceptions, as everything seemed to be distorted and falsified.
And then another shock happened. Mulo saw dry bones and skulls of koru lying in the desert. Did they die in a fight or did they die of thirst? Was he going to die just like them? If death was going to take him, he wanted to fall like a hero in battle, defending the Black Empire.
It was this wish alone that made him move further when it felt impossible to breathe, when his tired body was ready to collapse in the sand, when his dried-out tongue clung helplessly to the roof of his mouth.
When he finally saw the oasis, he couldn't believe that it's not just another "mirage'ry". Oasis Zerkala emerged like a shimmering jewel in the harsh landscape, surrounded by towering palms and shrubbery. At its heart lay a small lake, its surface rippling with the cool, clear waters that mirrored the azure sky above. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the melodious chirping of birds that had found refuge in this oasis. Mulo fell to his knees, disbelief flooding his senses, as he reached out to touch the cool waters, his cupped calloused palms raising this life essence to his thirsty mouth. He needed more than a few mouthfuls to make him feel alive again and, next to him, Scoutie and Sleaze were drinking in the same way.
Deep in the oasis, in a cave close to the lake, a mysterious wumma lived and she was called Evadne. The koru believed her to be a sorceress and indeed, there were a lot of things she kept hidden, starting from her face, which she always covered with a veil.
Some thought that she covered her face because it had been disfigured by the war to the point of it becoming too terrifying to look at. Others believed, on the contrary, that the beauty of her face was unmatched, so she had to hide it, otherwise all the koru would try to rape her. Finally, another theory was that she was a fugitive from the Caliphate and the veil was just a custom she was used to. Nevertheless, she declared herself to be on the side of the Black Empire now.
Evadne never showed her face, but she did show her pussy. The soldiers didn't try to fuck her however, because of a strange superstition: it was said that if you tried to press your dick inside her, she would explode just like a landmine. You were only allowed to stick your cockhead inside and go no further. Based on this intimate touch, Evade could see into your past and future and she used her power as a sorceress to guide you.
As soon as she saw Mulo entering the cave, she said:
"Oh, I'se knew ye! Ye're the one who fucked that fakey-doll mermaid!"
This comment caused raucous laughter among the other soldiers, some of them saying:
"Damn, boy, ye couldn't keep yer cock away, could ye?"
It was embarrassing for Mulo and he felt like a fool, but it also made him wonder: "How did she knowse?" Who was there behind that veil, talking to him? Was she connected to Salt-Eye and Nerissa? He shouldn't have fucked that fakey-doll mermaid!
Without thinking too much about it, he placed his cockhead inside the pussy of Evadne.
"What do ye want to know?" she asked.
"I'se want to know if my friend Peon is well, if Massa Reginald is well and happy, and if Mayana, my wumma, is well and she had a girl or a pup?"
"They all doin' fine!" Evadne said. "Peon is on the job. Massa Reginald is thrivin'. Yer wumma had a big and strong koru pup. Plenty of life in that pup from what I'se see! He'll serve the Black Lords well!"
Mulo felt proud of his pup.
"Thank ye, Missuh!"
He kissed her feet.
"Ye only have one pup?" a big muscular koru asked him. "I'se think I'se have a thousand!"
It sounded like a lot. Mulo couldn't imagine so much studding, but then again, the koru who was speaking to him was not an ordinary one.
He was quite a herculean fellow and dominated Mulo with just a single glance, making him wish he was anally pounded right there like a little bitch.
The name of this formidable koru was Cuzco and he was seen as the leader of their improvised army.
With Cuzco at the forefront, with Scoutie and other experienced soldiers as his lieutenants, the slaves really believed in their chance to be victorious.
That night, they spent the time by the fire and the rookie soldiers were heavily fucked.
Unlike Evadne, Mulo was not like a landmine, so cocks could go into him full-length unpunished.
He was a popular pick for rough fucking, because he really showed his eagerness as a bottom. He saw it as his job to raise the morale of the army. Being fucked in the ass was a part of team work.
"Damn, rookie, you have such a good ass!" Cuzco said. "I'se hope ye'll move it just as well on the battlefield!"
"Bossuh, I'se'll do my best, suh!" Mulo said, comically trying to sound like a soldier, with a cock in his ass and another one close to his mouth.
"Let me piss on this bitch real quick!" Cuzco said.
He placed his cock over Mulo and unleashed an interminable stream of piss that drenched the rookie soldier from head to toe.
"Ye'll wear my piss over ye in battle!" Cuzco said. "It's worthy piss! It'll give ye luck!"