Chapter 155: Domestic Life and New Blueprints
Kellar walked over to the large carved wooden armchair and settled beside Mila, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
"A coincidence," said Kellar.
As Naya finished cleaning the floor, her movements highlighted the heavy sway of her hips, the young maid prepared a hot herbal infusion to settle Mila’s nausea. Upon handing the cup over to the table, her fingers accidentally brushed against Kellar’s hand. Naya gave a slight start of surprise and stepped back, lowering her gaze while a deep blush covered her neck and cheeks. Kellar merely offered her a lopsided smile, feeling the tension edging into the room as the girl retreated to the kitchen.
Shortly after, the table was filled with a hearty meal of roasted meat and coarse grain bread. Kellar unrolled several blank scrolls on one end of the table, pulling out charcoal to draft the new blueprints for the sulfur foundries and the cartridge assembly line he planned to install.
At the other end of the table, Mila, Meli, Maya, and Lia, the deaf-mute girl, shared their meal in a warm atmosphere. Lia moved her hands swiftly, making quick sign language while sending clear thoughts and emotional impulses directly into her companions’ minds.
[Kellar hasn’t stopped working since he arrived], Lia transmitted mentally, accompanying the message with a smile and a hand gesture toward the scrolls.
"Look at how he works," Meli whispered to Maya in a low tone. "I don’t think your nephew will be satisfied with just us. He has too much energy stored in his cock; we should look for more maidens for the house."
Maya let out a muffled giggle and looked at Meli, crinkling her nose in amusement.
"And do you want him to get them all pregnant?" asked Maya. "Will you turn anyone in the tribe into your sister?"
[It wouldn’t be bad to share the workload among more hands], Lia chimed into their minds, smiling as she gently patted Mila’s belly.
"I agree with Lia," Mila said with a chuckle, holding her warm tea cup.
At that moment, Naya returned to clear the empty plates. As she bent over the table to retrieve Kellar’s tray, the edge of her cleavage brushed against the shaman’s arm. Naya froze instantly, holding her breath as her eyes met Kellar’s. Kellar didn’t pull away; instead, he slid his hand across the table until it brushed against her thighs beneath the wood.Naya gasped softly, bit her lip, and carried the dishes to the kitchen with her pulse racing.
Kellar set the piece of charcoal down on the table and partially rolled up the factory blueprint before turning toward the women. He had overheard every word of their conversation, silently amused by the bluntness with which they discussed his intimate life.
Maya stepped forward, taking a seat beside him with a smile full of mischief and confidence. As his aunt and one of the most influential figures in the domestic circle, she had no reservations about speaking to him directly.
"Kellar, we’ve been talking," said Maya, leaning her elbows on the wood and looking him straight in the eye. "Mila and I agree on something important. Your power and shamanic energy keep growing, and with the village expanding, the Great Shaman’s household needs more than a single maid or a handful of wives."
Mila, seated at his other side as the main wife, nodded with composure while gently caressing her belly.
"Maya is right," said Mila in a firm yet warm voice. "My duty as main wife is to ensure your well-being and the prestige of our bloodline. Between the pregnancy and managing the warehouses, we cannot give you all the attention your body demands. We want to formally select more young maidens from the tribe for the house."
Kellar raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the fur armchair as an amused smirk formed on his face.
"So the two of you are planning my personal harem while I design assembly lines?" asked Kellar.
"Someone has to take care of your bedroom logistics," said Maya with a provocative giggle, reaching out to adjust the collar of his tunic. "We don’t want you cornering poor Naya against the kitchen shelves every time you need a break."
Lia, who was watching the conversation from the edge of the table, moved her fingers gracefully through the air while sending a mischievous thought that echoed in everyone’s minds.
[Naya wouldn’t complain at all], Lia transmitted mentally, making Meli burst into laughter.
"It’s settled then," concluded Mila, looking at Kellar with devotion and complicity. "First thing tomorrow, we will review the candidates from the most loyal families in the tribe."
Mila and Maya exchanged a playful glance before turning back to Kellar, giving a nod toward the kitchen area.
"For today, you’ll have to make do with just one," said Mila with a chuckle. "Just try not to break her."
Both turned to look at Naya, who was wiping down the wooden plates by the sink, completely oblivious to the conversation yet showing off the pronounced sway of her hips with every movement.
Kellar let out a laugh and shook his head as he stood up.
"What kind of monster do you think I am?" asked Kellar.
"The issue isn’t whether we think you’re a monster or not," said Maya teasingly, crossing her arms with mischief. "We know you are; your cock is truly insatiable."
Meli and Lia giggled simultaneously, while Lia sent a playfully mental pulse into Kellar’s mind.
Kellar gathered the scrolls from the table and adjusted his traveling cloak over his shoulders.
"I’m heading out for a bit, I have to check something with Mentz," said Kellar, looking at them with a lopsided grin. "Don’t get too crazy with your ideas."
"Don’t worry, we’ll keep everything in order," said Mila with a knowing smile, giving him a wink.
Kellar adjusted his cloak and stepped out the door into the main street. As soon as the wooden door closed behind him, the women exchanged glances and rushed off to the kitchen together with giggles and whispers, cornering a surprised and blushing Naya to begin planning her integration into the household.