Biesta And Business
“Well, you are a pretty interesting guy, Leondorl. It is not every day that I run into an outspoken Biesta connoisseur. I would love to exchange about the subject more often, but most of those with the same interests as us keep it under wraps... Lying in bed with beasts, animals, and other creatures is somehow viewed poorly by the wider public”
“I agree. It is perfectly normal for people to want to enjoy themselves with beasts and the like. I really don’t know how or why it is such a taboo subject for many. I hear that things are a bit better here in Leynlornd. In Heldeorlt, you can be jailed for carnal acts of this nature! Can you believe it?”
“Unfortunately, I can believe it… Are you perhaps into Monstrosia as well?”
“I’ve taken care of a few monster-type mounts back in the day, but while interested, I never did anything with them on account that they belonged to people I really would have rather not angered in any way, shape or form… The domain of beast taming and mounts is a wide and wild one, though…”
“...If you want to seek out a good mount, you have an enormous array of choices to pick from. You would be surprised by the various kinds of saddles you can find without even looking that hard. A lot of people ride on humanoid monsters, and there are even some countries where beasts, and all that business, are a primary portion of their military power… Such as elephantines”
“Heh, makes me wonder what the pits of a proboscidean would feel like”
“You and me both, Lucien”
The discussion between the two men was very casual as they both stood side-by-side. They exchanged about Biesta without shame, and both proved that they were quite experienced in the domain, as they casually used terms to refer to the targets of their lust that differed from the typical words regular people would use.
It was a habit of Biesta aficionados. Aware that the regular person would find their discussions revolting, they had taken to using words that most people wouldn’t encounter, and thus, not understand. It did well in confusing the common folks, and it would leave only those with knowledge capable of understanding the topic of conversation, but intellectuals typically knew not to put their nose in other people’s business.
They spoke as the sun had already set for the day. Edrick had taken Leondorl down an alternate path. It was far less direct and efficient than the other, but it was nonetheless a correct route.
What was odd about their discussion was that they were talking with their manhoods out. It might make sense if they were answering nature’s call, but no. Instead, they were enjoying the throats of their respective mounts, all the while speaking with one another like everything was normal.
The kinship between Biesta enjoyers was indeed strong. They had gone from being complete strangers from two different nations–Currently preparing to wage war against one another–To having their lower brains polished right next to one another while discussing Biesta like two academics exchanging on a difficult subject.
“Ever heard of Invefno, Leondorl?”
“The city of debaucheries? I delivered one message there a few years back. I remember it being quite the wild place… A girl–Barely even a Bloomin–Smoked my pole dozens of times in exchange for me giving her a ride somewhere else. I never took the time to go back”
“There are places in Invefno that provide pleasure beasts. We should go there sometime”
“Sounds like a nice way to spend an afternoon”
Edrick caressed the mane of his Hoult for a few moments.
“If I understood correctly, you’ll be paid very well if you were to successfully deliver a message to a great clan, yes? How does your employer know whether you actually delivered a message? How would they know if you are telling the truth?”
“Ah, here comes the magic of binding contracts, my friend! I’ve had to sign a few of them throughout my career. They can get very refined, such as the one I signed for this job. The contract is linked to the letters I was told to distribute. As long as a letter arrives at a certain destination, the contract will consider that I have successfully delivered it”
“This way, it allows us messengers to use alternative means to deliver the letters and still get credit, but we don’t really have ways to do the job other than the good old-fashioned way”
“Mmh… What if I told you that I could help you get letters delivered to not only the vassal sects you were aiming for, but also to the great clans?”
“If you told me this, I would be very interested”
“Well then…”
Anoteros pulled out his insignia bearing both his own horned hydra and the hydra representing the Elt family as a whole.
“I am Edrick Lucien Anoteros, also known as Zixuan Elt”
Leondorl’s jaw hung open as his mount kept on satisfying his rod.
“Holy shit…”
“I was heading back from a visit to the Sect Of The Horned One when I ran into you. I was curious about why you were here, so I hope you’ll look past me tricking you a little bit concerning my identity… But we hit it off quite well. What do you say we get one of those binding contracts and become long-term partners? I could use my own network of messengers and scouts”
“I… That is a very alluring offer to which I will answer ‘yes’, but I must admit that it is quite odd to do business while our members are being throated by our mounts”
“If you’ve heard about me, it isn’t exactly an unexpected scenario”
“I have to admit to not being very aware of what goes on in Leynlornd. I only know the big strokes, but I’ll have to assume that you are fairly well-known? It was obvious that you are a strong cultivator, but I wasn’t expecting this much”
“Heh, I am well-known, but in terms of reputation, I am only beginning to ascend… I am a main-line scion, though, and I know people directly in several other great clans. Delivering letters will be no problem for me to arrange”
“Well… I don’t see any reason for me to refuse! You’re going to make me money and give me a lucrative job. Hard to say no to that… But… I still think we should discuss this once we are done with what we are doing”
“Sure, why don’t we give these ladies a proper pounding before heading to sleep?”
“They’re definitely craving it…”