"Hah…haaah…Virala…stop…go slower…!" Luttrena panted as she joined bodies with Virala at a stall in the corner. A shutter had been pulled up as a barricade to prevent them from being heard by the others. Moreover, they chose a time when all the crowd in the outer ring had converged around Inala's stall.
That meant there wasn't anyone nearby that could overhear them. It worked to their advantage. Or rather, everything was calculated by Virala until the most minute of variables. And soon, he climaxed, "Argh!"
"Wait…Wait! Wait!" Luttrena shrieked in shock, "Not inside! Shit!"
It was too late. The deed was done. Luttrena moved away from Virala and fingered her groin, intending to take out the semen. But strangely, she didn't even feel a drop, 'No way…did it go too deep? But I don't think it should be .'
Sex education wasn't a thing part of their curriculum. But that didn't mean she was unaware of what happened between a couple in the bedroom. She was only a couple of months away from graduating from the academy. That meant she was about to be considered an adult by the Mammoth Clan.
Her mother had given her a Bone Slip, granting her all the necessary knowledge on the subject matter. Therefore, Luttrena knew that semen would leak out if she used her fingers in a certain way. 'He wasn't even long enough to reach my uterus.'
"It was too good," Virala suddenly hugged her, causing her heart rate to accelerate. She didn't even realise she had been manipulated using an aphrodisiac, influencing her decision-making.
'It indeed was good enough to lose my mind.' Luttrena sighed before firming her thoughts, 'Fine, so be it. I'll bear a child. I'll become an adult soon enough anyway. I can handle childbirth.'
"Here, drink this." Virala suddenly forced a vial down her throat. Still under the influence of the aphrodisiac and due to the events that transpired before, Luttrena habitually opened her mouth and glugged the contents.
Her eyes widened as she stared at him in alertness, "What did you make me drink?"
"It's a medicine that prevents you from getting pregnant," Virala said, coughing out blood when he was slapped in the face.
"You…bastard!" Luttrena fumed as Prana burst out of her in anger, "How dare you!"
The Mammoth Clan's death rate was tremendous. Unless one became a master, they had a significant chance of dying anytime. The only way to combat this was by having a birth rate vastly superior as compared to their death rate.
Therefore, the act of childbirth was considered sacred. Whether it be through a mistake or not, if a child begins to form, they won't do anything to hamper its birth. After all, any Mammoth Clansmen had at least a dozen children or even more during her lifetime.
Having been alive for more than a century, Granny Oyo had 14 children in total. Her grandchildren were too numerous to count. Of course, a good portion of them died in the First Minor Crisis.
No Mammoth Clansmen ever avoided childbirth. Therefore, when Luttrena heard Virala's words, all her attraction towards him vanished, instead replaced by hatred, "Fucking trash!"
"I'm still a student!" Virala shouted suddenly, "Please wait until I become an elite. We can properly have children after that."
"Is that so?" Luttrena didn't even pay any heed to his words, "Pathetic."
With that, she never glanced in his direction and walked away, making her way to her settlement. Virala intended to chase after her, but upon sensing the killing intent emanating from her, he backed away.
He remained in the stall, infusing Prana into his cracked jaw, 'Such brute strength. She didn't hold back in the slightest with that slap. As expected of the 43rd Settlement Leader's daughter.'
"Even if she's just one of his many daughters, the resources she received are no joke. That's why even her body is so strong." Once he finished healing his injury, Virala stretched his limbs lightly, "Ahh, that felt good."
His lips curled up into a smile as he slowly ripped apart a thin filament from his donger, transparent in nature, barely a tenth of a hair's thickness. It was a condom he had created just for this purpose. That was why when Luttrena tried to take out the semen from her organ, she didn't find any.
Contraceptives weren't a thing here. Therefore, it didn't even cross her mind that something like that existed. Hence, she was fooled. As for the vial she was forced to drink, it had a hidden purpose.
'I look forward to tomorrow.' His grin widened as Virala stepped out of the stall and looked towards the trunk of the 43rd Empyrean Tusk, seeing Luttrena tread it up, 'Luttrena, my pawn, return to your home. As the Settlement Leader's daughter, you'll be protected. But, you'll also be your settlement's demise.'
As Luttrena returned to her settlement, she began to sweat a little due to the exertion. Her sweat evaporated and wafted out. As the sweat particles moved in the air, they seemed to have an affinity towards the buildings, latching onto them.
These particles released a faint scent, akin to a pheromone. It was faint and couldn't be smelled by the human nose. But, it was fatal for a certain species.
This scent wouldn't dissipate and instead remain on the buildings. The effects would last for a year, as that was how it was created. Moreover, more and more scent particles would waft out of Luttrena faintly through sweat.
The contents of the vial she swallowed would make her body react to produce sweat continuously, but at a rate she wouldn't notice. Moreover, it had fused with her Prana, constantly being created as her Prana regenerated. Therefore, Luttrena was pretty much a generator of the scent.
She lived in a building on the 33rd Empyrean Tusk's head. Therefore, when the Empyrean Tusk moved, it caused wind to blow from its head to its tail. Meaning, this wind carried the scent she exuded throughout the settlement, causing it to latch onto all the buildings.
'Only a Zinger would smell it, Luttrena. No one else can. But,' Virala laughed, 'It has been a century since the Mammoth Clan last passed through the Dieng Canyon. Zingers are only Iron Grade Pranic Beasts, weak. The Mammoth Clan cultivators that could transform into a Zinger had already died.'
[Zingers weren't strong individually. The Mammoth Clansmen that could become a Zinger were already few, to begin with. But over the century, they all died out in the battles. As a result, when the Mammoth Clan ventured into the Dieng Canyon without any Zinger among them to guide them, they suffered immensely.]
Virala recalled the relevant excerpt from Sumatra Chronicles, 'No one will know. And by the time anyone becomes a Zinger, it would be too late. The scent would cover both the 43rd and 44th settlements by then.'
"The path to a cure is just one," He muttered, "But that's only in terms of an available path."
"But I…" He muttered arrogantly as he walked up the 44th Empyrean Tusk's trunk confidently, "I'm different."
"I'll open up a new path."