Home / Tribunal Kingdom In A Stone Age: Blood, Lust, Gladiators and Milfs / Chapter 19: Under Stone :)

Read free on Ficlyn

Tribunal Kingdom In A Stone Age: Blood, Lust, Gladiators and Milfs

Chapter 19: Under Stone :) · Nov 14, 2026

Prev Chapter Novel Info Next Chapter

Chapter List (77)

Page number / 2

1 Chapter 1: Prologue: Pit Of The First Blood! 2026-11-14
2 Chapter 2: Claimed In The Firelight(18+) 2026-11-14
3 Chapter 3: Axes At First Light… 2026-11-14
4 Chapter 4: Blood And Seed(18+) 2026-11-14
5 Chapter 5: Canoes In The Mist 2026-11-14
6 Chapter 6: Blood In The Mist 2026-11-14
7 Chapter 7: Taste Of Conquest… 2026-11-14
8 Chapter 8: Drums And Feast(18+) 2026-11-14
9 Chapter 9: Throats In The Pit… 2026-11-14
10 Chapter 10: Knives In The Dark!(18+) 2026-11-14
11 Chapter 11: Weight Of Eyes… 2026-11-14
12 Chapter 12: Lust: Ashes By The Water(18+) 2026-11-14
13 Chapter 13: The Price Of Songs… I Do Not Share! 2026-11-14
14 Chapter 14: The Collecting Hand 2026-11-14
15 Chapter 15: The Shapes Of Knives 2026-11-14
16 Chapter 16: The First Cut…(18+) 2026-11-14
17 Chapter 17: When, The Waiting Ends… 2026-11-14
18 Chapter 18: The Shifts Of Ground… 2026-11-14
19 Chapter 19: Under Stone :) 2026-11-14
20 Chapter 20: The Hallow Trails.. 2026-11-14
21 Chapter 21: Two Fronts: Old Bones, New Knives!(18+) 2026-11-14
22 Chapter 22: The Nothern Rotation.. 2026-11-14
23 Chapter 23: Test Of Silence… 2026-11-14
24 Chapter 24: Quiet, Between Cuts… 2026-11-14
25 Chapter 25: When The Queit Breaks! 2026-11-14
26 Chapter 26: The Internal Cut..(18+) 2026-11-14
27 Chapter 27: Internal Cut II(18+) 2026-11-14
28 Chapter 28: Early On The Ridges(18+) 2026-11-14
29 Chapter 29: Name Under Stone :( 18+) 2026-11-14
30 Chapter 30: As The Thread Cuts!.. (18+) 2026-11-14
31 Chapter 31: The Bone That Spoke! 2026-11-14
32 Chapter 32: Weight Of The Bead(18+) 2026-11-14
33 Chapter 33: Horny Priestess, Lays With A River Woman….(18+) 2026-11-14
34 Chapter 34: The Widening Count… 2026-11-14
35 Chapter 35: Fuck… Do As I Command, Pretty Boy(18+) 2026-11-14
36 Chapter 36: Into, the Smoke :) 2026-11-14
37 Chapter 37: The Line, Before The Storm(18+) 2026-11-14
38 Chapter 38: Turning Of The Column: Keep Everyone Closer! 2026-11-14
39 Chapter 39: Nastiest Claim, She Orders For!(18+) 2026-11-14
40 Chapter 40: Blood, On The Nothernwestern Stone! 2026-11-14
41 Chapter 41: The Lull Before, the Heavier Blood… Come Back To Me Daddy :)(18+) 2026-11-14
42 Chapter 42: The Lull Before, the Heavier Blood II 2026-11-14
43 Chapter 43: Night, And The Next Light :) 2026-11-14
44 Chapter 44: The Brutal Threesome: What The Private Fire Takes(18+) 2026-11-14
45 Chapter 45: The Day, The Posts Bent! 2026-11-14
46 Chapter 46: Dual Penetration: What The Matron Takes, In The Dark… (18+) 2026-11-14
47 Chapter 47: Ohhh, Until There’s Nothing Left :( 2026-11-14
48 Chapter 48: When It’s Finally Over, But Not Over: The Breaking And, The New Knife! 2026-11-14
49 Chapter 49: Mommy Claims Me, After The Breaking(18+)) 2026-11-14
50 Chapter 50: When The High Rock Finishes! 2026-11-14

Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Under Stone :)

The air was close, thick with smoke and the iron smell of fear.

The three living prisoners from the eastern hills knelt on the stone floor, wrists bound behind them, ankles hobbled.

Hest, the lean spearman from Elka’s circle, kept his head high.

The two River captives one a young woman with a healing cut across her brow, the other a middle-aged man who had limped since the camp fell stared at the floor.

Vara sat in the central seat.

Gron occupied the seat to her right.

Korr stood at her left shoulder, axe resting against the wall within easy reach.

Elka had been summoned and had come. She stood near the entrance with Sura and Drak, arms folded, face unreadable.

Two trusted first-band fighters guarded the only way out.

Vara’s voice was quiet and absolute.

”You will speak.

The hills keep no secrets once the men who walked them are under stone. Hest. Begin.”

Hest spat to the side.

”I walked the eastern paths on my own feet.

The captives ran.

We found them. We were bringing them back when the first band decided the story needed blood and bound men.”

Korr’s voice cut in, flat. ”You were not bringing them back. You were meeting.

The fire was shielded.

The ground was chosen to hide. Two men without marks died rather than answer. Try again.”

Hest’s eyes flicked to Elka, then back.

”The Matron’s gladiator sees what he is told to see.”

Vara leaned forward. ”The tracks do not lie. The place does not lie.

The two who died chose silence over breath. That silence has a price. You will pay it in words or in the pit. Choose.”

The younger River woman broke first.

Her voice shook, but the words came clear. ”They told us the eastern hills were the way out.

That the Tribunal would never hold the ground forever.

That there were others who would take us in if we reached the high ridges.

The unmarked ones said they came from the north caves the ones the old songs call the Hollow Kin.

They brought promises and knives.”

A heavy silence settled.

Even Elka’s expression shifted for a fraction of a breath.

Gron’s cracked voice filled it.

”The Hollow Kin have not shown their faces in this valley for three generations.

If they are moving again, the river was never the only threat.”

Vara’s gaze stayed on the woman.

”Names. Places. What exactly was promised.”

The woman swallowed. ”Food. Protection.

A place that is not under Tribunal law.

They said the Matron’s grip is weakening.

That the songs about the gladiator are a sign the balance is already breaking.

They wanted fighters who would open the paths when the time came.

Hest and the others were to mark the safe trails and the weak watches.”

Hest lunged against his bonds with a snarl. One of the guards drove a fist into his midsection and he folded, coughing.

Vara turned her head slightly toward Elka. ”You will explain why men who answer your voice were marking trails for the Hollow Kin.”

Elka’s voice was steady, but the edge in it was sharper than usual.

”I explain nothing that rests on the word of a captive who will say anything to keep her throat closed.

The Hollow Kin are a story told to frighten children.

If they exist, they have stayed dead for longer than most of us have lived.

This is a convenient tale for the Matron to aim at my people while her gladiator stands at her shoulder.”

Gron spoke before Vara could answer. ”Stories that stay dead do not leave fresh tracks and unmarked men who choose death over speech.

The captive’s words will be tested.

The trails will be walked again.

If the Hollow Kin are real and moving, every band in this kingdom will be needed. Including yours, Elka.

Or the ground under all of us will open.”

Vara rose.

”The three will remain under stone until the trails are confirmed.

Hest will face the pit at dusk if he has not given clearer names by then.

The River woman has bought her breath for now.

The man will speak before the next sun or join Hest in the sand.”

She looked at Elka.

”You will keep your circle inside the valley until I say otherwise.

Any further quiet meetings in the hills will be treated as open betrayal.”

Elka inclined her head the minimum required. ”As the Matron commands.”

The words carried no surrender.

She turned and left with Sura and Drak.

The sound of their footsteps faded down the outer passage.

The prisoners were dragged back to the holding caves.

The chamber emptied until only Vara, Gron, and Korr remained.

Gron rubbed a hand over his cracked face. ”If the Hollow Kin are real, the river war was only the first storm.

They were never large, but they were never soft.

They take what they want from the high caves and leave the bones for the crows.

If they are reaching into our captives and our restless fighters, the split Elka is feeding becomes something larger.”

Vara’s fingers closed around the bone necklace.

”Then we confirm the trails before the next moon.

Korr, you will take a small, trusted group only first-band men who stood with you at the river and walk the same ground again. Quietly.

If the Hollow Kin have left more sign, I want it.

If they have left people, I want them breathing long enough to speak.”

Korr nodded. ”And Elka?”

”She stays under watch. Her circle is not to leave the valley.

If she tests that order, the response will not be another public judgment.

It will be final.”

Gron left them with a final warning.

”The tribe already feels the ground moving.

Every day the songs about the gladiator and the silence around the second band pull in opposite directions.

Do not let the Hollow Kin become the excuse that finishes the break.”

When the elder was gone, Vara closed the distance to Korr.

The lamps threw long shadows across the painted walls.

She placed both hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat under the scars.

”You brought the proof that forced this into the open,” she said. ”Now the open is more dangerous than the dark.

The Hollow Kin, if they are real, will not care which Matron’s name is sung loudest.

They will care only about the paths that are weak.

And Elka will use every shadow they cast.”

Her hands slid down, untying the loincloth. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked with slow, deliberate pressure until he was fully hard.

Then she pushed him back against the stone seat, climbed into his lap, and sank onto his cock in one long, claiming drop of her hips.

A low sound left her throat as she took him deep.

She began to move, rolling her hips in controlled, possessive strokes, hands braced on his shoulders, eyes locked on his.

”Stay alive on those trails,” she murmured. ”Come back with answers.

And keep choosing the same side while the kingdom tries to tear itself in two.”

Korr’s hands settled on her waist, then slid up to cup the heavy weight of her breasts. He met her rhythm from below.

The wet sound of their joining filled the chamber. Outside, the kingdom continued its uneasy day.

Inside, Vara rode him with the focused intensity of a woman who understood that every claim might be the last clean one she could make before the next blood.

She came with a sharp, shaking cry, body clamping around him.

The pull of it dragged Korr over the edge her.

He held her hips and spilled deep while she kept moving through it, drawing every pulse.

Afterward she stayed seated on him, forehead against his, breathing slowing together.

”Leave at dusk,” she said quietly.

”Take only the men you trust with your back. Walk the trails the captive spoke of.

If the Hollow Kin have left more than tracks, I want to know before Elka can turn the knowledge into another cut.”

Korr touched the fresh marks his hands had left on her skin. ”I will.”

She lifted off him, cleaned herself with a soft hide cloth, and tossed it to him.

The bone necklace settled again between her breasts.

For a moment the Matron’s mask eased, and something closer to real concern showed beneath it.

”The ground is shifting faster than I wanted,” she said.

”Do not become the next piece that breaks!”

Prev Chapter Novel Info Next Chapter

Recommended Novels

Reincarnation Of The Strongest Sword God Lucky Old Cat

Reborn As Super Heiress Mushuang

Supreme Star Card Master Cloud Camellia

Journey To Become A True God Darkforces

Shadow Slave Guiltythree

Chaotic Sword God Xin Xing Xiao Yao

Gravity Mage with Level-Up System Aravind_S

My Vampire System JKSManga

Martial God Asura Kindhearted Bee

Shadow Slave Guiltythree

Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses Monkey Bread

Versatile Mage Chaos

Supreme Emptiness Heavenly Overlord

Ancient Godly Monarch Jing Wu Hen

Affinity: Chaos Springs_Halo