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@Insight posted:

Nice!  Never thought of trying to smoke clod.  But now that Costco has the Prime grade commodity brisket priced at $4.99/lb nowadays, clod is looking like an appealing alternative.

I smoked bone-in chicken thighs from Costco Business Center over the weekend. As usual for Costco, the quality of the meat was really good, and a great deal at 95 cents per pound for a 40 lb box (split it with a few buddies).

I've found that the business Costcos typically sell meat for a little less than the regular ones. You're lucky to have one near you.

@csm posted:

Do you notice the cherry wood impart any flavour?  I notice a significant amount of nut flavour when using pecan, but the differences with other woods i've used are minimal.  

I don't notice so much the flavor when I use cherry, but I do see a marked difference in color. It seems to bring out a mahogany hue in everything I smoke, including bacon and beef.

In the dark hours before dawn, the three elder women of the village stood around the pool in the floor of the temple. Three younger women also stood there, one next to each of the older women. Natalie was one of these younger women, her eyes fixed on the pool. On the scarlet waters laid a body wrapped in cloth; the body was that of Natalie's father. A tear sprung up in the corner of her eye, but she quickly wiped it away .

From the moment that Alex had arrived on the island, she had known that her father had a limited time left to live. The island, with all of its power, had chosen a new leader and the old would not be permitted to live. She knew this was necessary, as did the two other younger women with her. They had all three been handpicked by the elders to take their place when the elders passed on, for nothing truly lives forever. These elders had lived and thrived on this island for the last two millennia and they knew their time was nearly over, so they had chosen those who would assume their positions when they were gone.

Thus far, over the past several weeks, Natalie had received much training, especially in the necessity of maintaining laws of the island. The primary law was that they did not venture beyond the boundaries of their home. The second law stated that they should not try to develop technology. In return for their obedience to the laws of the island, the women were blessed with exceptionally long and healthy lives. Their wombs were never barren and their crops never failed.

A small pang of sadness gripped Natalie as she looked at the shroud that held her deceased father. The island demanded things that many of the girls and women who lived here were unaware of, things she had been unaware of before her training. The first was that, although the leader of the island, always a man, was also granted a long life, it came at a high price. The island would slowly devour the soul, the primal essence, of whichever man was currently in charge. For her father, the process had taken a century and a half; the leader before him, Natalie had been told, had taken only a hundred years. It was different with each man.

The second price, and perhaps the harder one to pay, had to do with the elders, or priestesses, as they referred to themselves. As a rule, the women of this island only gave birth to daughters; however, this wasn't true of the priestesses. Occasionally, they would give birth to a male; in these cases, the priestess must also sacrifice her own son to the island. The purity of a new soul would grant the island much power.

When Natalie had heard these conditions, she had been distraught for a long time. She had nearly committed an unspeakable crime and ended her own life, rather than continue with her training. However, Anora, who had been training Natalie, had convinced her of the necessity and rightness of such sacrifices. "Our lives are long and blessed", the older woman said. "The price asked is rather small when measured against the reward. And, perhaps the island will be merciful and you you will never have a son

It had also helped that Natalie's father had told her that she should go through with the training. "This is a good life", he had said. "Do not let the darker side of our blessings keep you from enjoying the rewards." He had, by this point, known of his own fate, that once a successor was chosen by the island, that he would perish. The fact that it didn't seem to bother him was a big part of why Natalie had agreed to continue with her training.

Now, as she and the other two trainees watched the priestesses chant, the water in the pool began to boil and bubble. It grew to a wild tempest, the water threatening to splash over the edge of the basin that contained it. Finally, after several minutes, the waters calmed and, as Natalie watched with mixed emotions, her father's body slowly sank beneath the water. Over the course of several seconds, she watched as her father's body disappeared.

Then the priestesses began to chant anew; their words spoke of the blessings of the island and the rightness of the sacrifices. Their words, as was their purpose, inspired hope and courage within the hearts of the trainees, giving them the strength they would need to fulfill their duties in the future. Natalie could feel the words lifting her spirit and assuaging her doubts.

The ceremony soon came to an end and Anora walked over to Natalie, holding a golden goblet in her hands. "It is time to begin a new age in this land", the elder woman said, presenting the goblet to Natalie. "When he awakes, present this to him, filled with water. He must drink from this cup every day in order for the process to take hold." Natalie took the goblet, looking at her mentor. "Are you sure I should be the one to fulfill this task? My training is not yet complete."

"I am sure", Anora said, putting a hand on the younger woman's shoulder. "This will help distill any doubts you have and it will also increase your devotion to your training." Natalie nodded and held the goblet, tightly clasping it to her chest. Bright rays of light pierced the air, entering the room from a small opening high in the wall. "Go to him now", Anora said, sending Natalie on her way


Alex slowly rolled over as sunlight peeked in around the curtain that served as a door. He was surprised to find Leah gone, but he didn't spend much time thinking about it. Instead, he sat up on the edge of the bed, his feet settling on the dirt floor. Just at that moment, Natalie entered the hut, holding a golden cup that appeared to be filled with water.

"Good morning", she said, handing him the goblet, which he took while admiring it. "This I very fancy looking", he said, taking a deep drink of the cool, refreshing water. "It belongs to our village leader", Natalie said and Alex looked sharply up at her. He opened his mouth to deny the claim, yet the words escaped him. "Why should I deny it", he thought, taking another drink of water.

"Where's your father? I need to speak to him", Alex said and Natalie's eyes dropped. "He passed away, early this morning", she said, a tear escaping her eye and rolling down her cheek. "I'm sorry", Alex said, standing and moving to embrace the girl, but she backed away. "Don't be", she said, wiping her tear away. "It was his time and he went peacefully. The elders have already performed the funeral for him."

"That was quick", Alex thought, but refrained from speaking the words. "Are you going to be alright", he asked and Natalie nodded. "He knew it would be soon, so he prepared me, as well as my sisters. Now, all we can do is move on and try to find happiness again." Alex nodded and finished off the water in the goblet, then returned it to Natalie when she held out a hand for it.

"So", she said, looking directly into his eyes, "since you are our new leader, it is time for you to move into more comfortable accommodations." Before Alex could ask what she meant, Natalie turned and left the hut, Alex quickly following behind. "What accommodations", he asked, but the answer quickly became apparent. They were heading up the hill, to the large house that her father had occupied the day before.

Once again, Alex opened his mouth to protest, to tell her that he couldn't take this house, because he wasn't staying on this island. But, as before, the words faded in his mind, leaving him with a peculiar look on his face. It only took them a few moments to reach the house, Natalie opening the door and leading him inside. "Make yourself at home", she said, before turning and leaving, still holding the golden cup.

Alex looked around the building, far larger than any of the other homes in the village. There was a small area in a corner that had been partitioned off and hidden. Behind the flimsy wall, he found a large bucket and a small basin of water sitting on a small table. The smell that clung to the large bucket left no illusions that this was a primitive restroom. Across the large room, as far from the restroom as possible, was a bed with a sturdy wooden frame. It was set against a wall beneath a window.

Laying on the bed was the same young blonde who had sucked his dick yesterday morning. Mia, he remembered her name was, smiling broadly as he took in her nubile body. She smiled and slowly arose from the bed and approached him. Placing a hand on his chest, she gently pushed him back toward the large chair that Charles had previously sat in.

As he took a seat, she knelt before him and grasped his dick, already rock hard and ready for her. She began stroking it as she lowered her mouth and began sucking and licking his dickhead. Alex moaned as her tongue traced around the the sensitive flesh, her hands moving up and down his shaft. Mia moaned in response, her eyes filled with lustful pleasure, as if nothing made her happier than pleasing him.

For the next several minutes, Mia's mouth stretched wide as she slid her head back and forth. But today, Alex wanted more than just her mouth. "On my lap", he said firmly, his voice more commanding than he meant it to be, yet somehow it felt very natural to him. Mia immediately jumped up with a squeal of delight and straddled his legs, spreading her own, slender legs wide.

She slowly lowered herself down, reaching down and grabbing his shaft, holding it upright and aiming it at her wet entrance. Alex moaned and Mia cried out in pleasure as her impossibly tight cunt gripped his shaft like a second skin. If she hadn't been so wet,  Alex suspected he would have had a very hard time burying himself inside her twat. As it was, Mia lifted and dropped herself with ease, her drenched pussy sliding up and down his rigid pole.

As she rode him, Alex leaned forward and took one of her small breasts in his mouth. He suckled the flesh, flicking her nipple with his tongue, eliciting loud moans from the girl. Suddenly, as Alex bit down on the sensitive flesh of her nipple, Mia stiffened and cried out; her pussy convulsed and juices began flowing as an intense orgasm overtook her. The feeling of her young cunt spasming on his dick filled Alex with a deep and primal hunger.

He stood, holding the girl around the waist, his dick slipping from her cunt. He carried her over to the bed and tossed her onto the mattress, where Mia quickly got onto her hands and knees, presenting her sopping wet hole to him. Alex grabbed her waist and rammed his cock inside, causing Mia to scream out in a mixture of rapture and pain as he stretched her pussy.

He held her slender waist as he proceeded to pound her cunt, ramming his dick into her over and over again. Each time he buried his shaft inside her, his balls slapped against the girl's clit, which caused her to moan. She had only recently reached an age where it was considered right that she be bred and she had only once before been fucked, by Charles. But Charles had never fucked her like this, so rough and intense; it felt as if Alex were intent on destroying her womb. And, to her utter delight, Mia realized that she loved it; the feeling of being so utterly helpless, of knowing that he was in full control of her body, turned her on like crazy.

While these thoughts filled Mia's mind, Alex continued to ram his shaft deep inside her pussy, strange thoughts filling his own mind. He realized, as if he had come out of a fog, that this island, as well as all of the women on it, belonged to him now. And he felt a desire that he had never thought he would have before; the desire to breed every one of the women here, to see their bellies bulging with his seed.

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