16 Sharing Secrets

Kojja was stunned at first as she processed his words in her head. Then a big lecherous grin showed on her face making Arrluk take a step back unwittingly.

"Hehe, you can say the exact words Arrluk. There is no shame in what I was doing. You should not hesitate to say words such as 'sex,' and 'fuck'. It's a natural part of life. God has given us legs so that we can walk, eyes so that we can see, and a nose so that we can smell. God has given man a cock and women a pussy to fuck." Kojja said, still with a grin on her face.

Under Arrluk's widened stare, Kojja cupped her breasts with her hands, intentionally showing him her cleavage. She gave them a few playful squeezes. After having her fun, she stretched theatrically, with her arms pulled far behind her head and her more than handful-sized breasts thrust forward.

Then, his mouth fell open as he watched her undo the hair tie in her ponytail, letting her gorgeous wavy black hair cascade free and shake wildly as it fell over her back and shoulders before she elegantly pulled her mane back from her swan-like neck and redid her ponytail.

And that led him to realize that she wasn't wearing anything at all under that... silk robe. In fact, he suddenly noticed as he suppressed an aroused shudder that he could see the hard pea-shape of her nipples through the thin material as it slid along her upper body!

Staring at them made his mouth begin to water uncontrollably, and yes, he felt his cock twitch in his pants, with a warm feeling starting to happen down there yet again. Women give off natural pheromones to attract the opposite gender, and so does every man, but anyone can resist it with a strong mind and will. Yet Arrluk wasn't able to because of his fucking mutated nose. His brain was fighting with his commands and releasing hormones, making his blood flow faster, ultimately giving him a rock-hard boner under his loose knee-length pant.

'Dammit, I hate puberty, and my nose, ' Arrluk thought in his head.

Kojja looked down at the tent made in his pants, an appreciating glint in her eyes before she said, "Unlike animals who mate only to reproduce, God, no matter which, has given us another gift, so we can enjoy the process of mating. Having sex with the person, you like, and love is as normal as eating food and breathing air. There is no shame in that; don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Arrluk nodded his head slightly; he agreed with her words. By God, he was already a man who has roamed worldwide, tasted numerous different cuisine, and experienced just as many cultures and religions in his previous life.

"As for your powers, Arrluk, you are blessed by gods. We have a saying; weapons are not evil or good, magic is not evil or good, it's the man who wields it, not the other way around. But you are also correct in your secrets from others because man fears what they do not understand and become jealous because they weren't chosen to have your abilities."

"My father tells me that magic is abhorred in Westeros or at places where the Seven-Faced Gods reign supreme. The North still believes in the Old gods, so they won't burn you at a stake right after learning about your powers. Essos is much better with that as there are Warlocks, Shadow binders, and Sorcerors roaming its land for many centuries. But they all have a terrible reputation. There are only two places where you can go without having to fear anyone even after your secrets are revealed. One is Naath, a very peaceful island east of the Summer Isles, but outsiders cannot survive there. The other is my home."

Maybe Kojja subconsciously had ulterior motives at that time after getting to know about Arrluk's abilities. She didn't want another land to acquire such a gifted individual. He would not only live better in the Summer Isles mayhaps but also contribute greatly in the coming future.

Or maybe she just liked the boy who was on the cusp of becoming a man. No, in her eyes, Arrluk had already become a part-man after killing four evil individuals. Arrluk would become a real man after he beds a woman. Kojja knew that Arrluk was one and ten nameday old as he had told her back in the City of Lys. On Summer Island, a boy is considered to be ready to bed a woman when he becomes two and ten nameday old, and a girl is ready to become a woman when she flowers for the first time.

Therefore she told him about a secret that is not known to the outsiders. Only a few handfuls of individuals are privy to the secret, even in her homeland.

"Summer Islands is a place where once magic had thrived. We were great in plant manipulation, and beast language, especially snake language, and the best had the ability to tame a few animals, similar to the wargs of the First Men yet a little different. We had Master Archers who could shoot arrows from one end of Jhala to another end of Walano though they were only a handful and not in great numbers. My ancestors had even founded some cities in Sothoryos though it didn't go well. At some point in the past, a catastrophe occurred that snuffed most of the magic in the air. Chroyane, the civilization built by water magicians, was uprooted one day. We also lost our hold on the cities established on Sothoryos in just a single day. The reason is not known, or maybe only the high priestess of Goddess of Lover, beauty, and fertility knows about it but won't say." Kojja enjoyed reading books just as much as she enjoyed sailing on a ship.

Kojja said the last sentence to herself rather than Arrluk.

"Then came the dragons, they breathed magic back into the world, but we had lost most of our history and knowledge about magic. Just as we were getting back on our feet, the doom of Valyria arrived, dispersing the magic yet again. It is prophesized that magic will return once more, either due to the birth of dragons or by vanishing the great enemies of the living and humanity. That is what is known to every Summer Islander that cares to believe it."

Arrluk was listening to her speech with rapt attention; at least it took his mind off her seductive body.

"What I'm trying to say is that my people will be more accepting of your gifts than anywhere else in this world. You can safely live in my homeland. Maybe, you will have the chance to become a Prince one day."

"Prince? Really? Would Summer Islanders accept an outsider as their prince? I doubt they are that open." Arrluk couldn't help but say his doubt. His mouth moved on its own.

"You would need to prove yourself first. If you prove yourself as an able warrior in front of the people and get acceptance from the High priestess of Temple of Love, then you would get a chance to challenge any prince and have a war with him, albeit the war on our land is very much different than any other place. You will understand our customs after you live there for a few months or mayhaps a year."

Arrluk was already thinking about it. He didn't want to stay a commoner if he was to stay in this world. Here, the nobility had real power. With his own magical abilities and the Altar, Arrluk was bound to become someone great.

Summer Island was a lovely place to establish his rule. It's away from those snakes of King's Landing and the white walkers rising in the north. Starks and Targaryens would take care of them just like they had done in Tv shows. He could stay away from all that mess.

Of course, Arrluk still wanted to look at the Wall, Oldtown, Kingslanding, Winterfell, and other unique places, but there is no need to involve himself in their war.

'The first Goal - Become stronger and richer. Second Goal- Become a Prince on one of the Summer Islands or get a piece of land in one of the three biggest islands. Namely, Jhala, Walano, and Omburu. Third Goal - After completing the first and second goals, I can start roaming the world without fearing anyone as I would be a Nobility and a strong warrior with immense wealth.'

Arrluk could see his future clearer than before.