E·ROS·TO·PI·A - n. - an imaginary place where beliefs and behaviors about sexuality, erotic desire, intercourse as well as gender roles, wiring and an individual's unique "twist" have evolved naturally without repressive dogma, shame-based stigma and control-based laws--a place free of the sexual dysfunction, jealousy, shaming and conflict in other societies. Welcome to the ancient, nomadic erostopia of Rivasor!
Note: Over countless generations, the men of Rivasor have evolved with cockswords of horsean proportions, and the women possess berries of preternaturally tight clench.
STAIN – verb: to ejaculate onto another's skin; noun: the visible mark roused by such contact.
When a Rivasoran man's semen makes contact with a woman's skin (on any part of her body), a unique mark--a stain--appears on her forehead within one to two hours.
Elders in the community can tell, therefore, who is mating with whom, for they can recognize, for example, the stain of the blacksmith's son (or the blacksmith, himself!) on the seamstress' daughter.
As for the royal stain, only a few people know what it looks like, and even fewer have actually seen it carried--for kings are forbidden from spewing their kreem as long as they hold the throne. Therefore, to carry the King's stain, as bed maiden Reina now does, is cause for much whispering and finger pointing among the Rivasor clusterfolk, as well as grave concern and calls for the King's abdication from within the royal court.
The king should have the biggest cocksword.
It was a simple well-reasoned conclusion maiden Reina reached one day while contemplating her good fortune at having been chosen the King's bed maiden. If ever there were a reason to make a man king, this should surely be it, she thought. It only made sense. A king should be a man among men. A king should be the strongest of men; the most virile; the bravest; the most well-endowed. How could one allow oneself to be led and ruled by a man who was not the manliest of men? One should not.
When a king commands his minions and maidens to do his bidding, it should be because of power. True power. Not the false, unearned power that comes by virtue of a bloodline. Not the assigned power that comes from having been appointed commander of armies. Nay, true power is not something one is born into. Nor is it something conferred upon one by decision or decree. True power is something one is born with. It is something intrinsic to one's being. It is something that comes from one's inherent ability to be or do a thing. To be king, a man should wield the cocksword of sensual conquest before he should be allowed to hold the scepter of the monarchy.
Of course, there were other qualities and traits a king should exhibit, maiden Reina thought, but this should surely be one of them. It made sense. A man should not be allowed to rule a kingdom if he could not even conquer a woman. When her gaze fell upon the King's erect pleasurer for the first time, she felt compelled to....
A community of nomads is a cluster.
There are many clusters in a realm.
There are many realms in a curve.
There are many curves in a sphere.
The sphere may be larger than we know. Each cluster is at least 5 footdays from the next nearest.
Located among the dunes in the upper half of Rivasor realm, the current known home of the descendants of the original nomad seed, Rivasor cluster (the seat of power of the realm), sits between Snowbroth River to the morningside, and Horsehoof forest to the eveningside. Within the wooden-walled, 5-acre compound that comprises Rivasor center, sits visitor square, merchant market, the school and the King's "palace." The palace is actually a compound of 5 single-story quarters located in the eveningside corner of Rivasor center. On the palace grounds are the King's quarters, the royal bedroom (called the "grut hut" in bawdier circles), the care maidens quarters--where bed maidens are ministered to after their nights with the King--the royal court and audience gazebo). The palace has two guard posts: one on the clusterside of the compound, for threats from within, and another post on the wallside for threats from without...
"After a few moments, he eased in another inch. She dropped her lower body and now was on her forearms. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her face contorted. She was paying the toll to be in the king's bed. This was the toll a woman had to endure in order to cross the bridge to the land of exquisite pleasure that existed at the end of a huge cocksword...."