While A’ishah doesn’t know it, her friends plan to spring her.
Also, she gets to know more of the ones that she’s coming to love so much.
Especially the younger ones, the mystic Zhaeri and painfully shy Koåhn. 0_o
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The guard noticed someone in the darkness on the other side of the gate and looked to see if he knew them.
“Bring your master, “one of the large ones growled in a low voice, “We wish to do business with him to mutual benefit.”
The guard shrugged, “Then come back at a more civilized time of day if that is your wish.”
A large hand slipped in through the openings in the wrought iron and took hold of his robe and another one reached around his head to pull him against the bars so hard that his neck cracked and he saw stars.
“Listen hard,” the voice said, “for the list gets longer the more stupid that you show yourself to be.
Make no sound or you will die before it is out of you. Open the gate.”
He hesitated and felt his own blood running from his broken nose from the second time that he’d been pulled against the bars. What was unsettling to him was that he’d been prepared and resisted that time – and it changed nothing.
“Open the gate. I will not say it again,” the voice said. “With a thought, I can summon one who will force you to open this gate even after you are dead.”
He opened his eyes and looked and when he saw the gaze that was returned to him from the one whose eyes he could make out, he began to shake and couldn’t open the gate quickly enough.
“Go and bring your master,” the voice said, “Tell him to come alone, for the sum that we bring him this night will surely interest him. Understand? Alone.”
It took a few minutes after the guard ran inside, but slowly, a group of beefy men stepped out into the dimly lit yard. They arrayed themselves in a line facing the two strangers and waited until one older man stepped forward.
“What do you want?”
They were much taller than he was, but the shorter of the two strangers stepped forward while the other one looked off to his left, hearing the sounds of laughter from the owner’s harem.
“You possess a Bedouin slave whose name is A’ishah. Please have her brought here. I wish to buy her. I will pay well.”
The man smiled as he shook his head, “Friend, you have been given some bad information, I think. There is no such person here.”
Yasmikha wore the hood of the cloak over her head and under that, she wore a double veil. She stepped up and looked down at the man as she removed the sheer veil over her eyes.
He stared up into the width of her vertical irises.
“I know that you lie,” she whispered dryly – sounding like dead leaves in the wind, “I know that you ate a bowl of figs this afternoon and had a meal of fūl afterwards as your evening meal. I know that you had a shit before your bath just now. I know that the girl grieves for her dead mother and I know that she was whipped – five strokes. Shall I now show you what else that I know?”
She didn’t wait for a reply.
She pointed to one man, her voice like a breeze through a crypt, “It was this one who swung the lash.”
As they stared at her, the larger of them moved his hand in the air from a dozen feet away. The man gasped once and fell onto his face. There were five lines down his back and each one was wide and gaping, meat missing from his flesh from every one. He began to writhe in agony for a moment and then he was still. The large hooded one said nothing and returned to looking toward the harem window.
Really, he hadn’t done a thing but move his hand. Outside of the gate, Zhaeri stood sweating from the mental effort as Koåhn held her up.
Yasmikha looked at the old man, “Now whoremaster, do you recall anything about where A’ishah might be in your large establishment here? I think that you would not like it if I must go inside to look for myself. It would be … a little bad for your business.
Or must I slay every man here before I turn my thoughts to you once more? Why not just name your price for the girl so that I may pay it and leave with my new slave?”
Wh-what do you want with her?” he asked, “She is nothing.”
“That is my affair,” Yasmikha said, “There are more of us and we like to keep to ourselves. We find that the property around here fares much better when we do. Send someone for her, and now please, before I think to summon more with my thoughts.
Ah!” she chuckled like dead leaves once again, “Too late. Your foolishness has attracted two more of my kind.
And one thing, see to it that A’ishah is not hurt or treated with even a little force as she is brought, for if it happens, I will know of it in an instant and the very next instant after that, you will begin to die as I remove your worthless skin so that I can hang it over the gate.”
The man stared past her and saw two other wraith-like shapes gliding toward him in the darkness. He turned and barked out an order and they stood waiting as one man ran in through the doorway.
“I m-must apologize, he said, “I had forgotten. The one that you want is grieving – as you said. Her mother died -”
“Her mother died four days ago now,” Yasmikha said coldly as she reached out slowly to grab his robe and lift him so that he was almost on his toes, “Think before you speak, old fool. If I know that she was whipped, don’t you think that I know what it was for and when it happened? You stand on eggshells over my hunger.”
There was a flare of light and he looked to see the other cloaked shape from the side as he lit what looked to be the end of his own index finger to get a thick, Turkish-style cigarette going. He waved his hand and the flame was gone and he puffed a little to get the end hot.
He reached into his cloak and drew out a stick of dynamite, holding the end of the fuze a little near to the smouldering end of the cigarette.
“If you lie to me only once more,” Yasmikha hissed like the wind through an old graveyard, “he will light that and throw it in through the open window there and you will be the one who grieves. I know who is on the other side of that – your wives and your youngest children.
Now, while we are waiting, name a price for the one that I seek.”
He stammered and stuttered and did everything but pass wind before he came up with a number that he was sure that she wouldn’t accept. He didn’t know why the girl was wanted, but he sought to maximize whatever he could get for her.
“She represents an unpaid gambling debt to you, some years old and to your mind, it can never be paid because you keep it that way. What you named just now is more than seven times the amount owed to you and her father paid you more than half. I will pay you half of what you ask on top and you will be happy, no?”
He nodded, “Th-th-at would b-be f-f-air.”
“More than fair,” she hissed, “it’s an exorbitant sum, but I will pay it. In return, your loved ones are safe this night and you will forget her name and her face if it is your wish that they remain that way.
Are we agreed?”
He nodded, “Let me see the money.”
She shook her head, “I am still waiting to see the girl.”
One of the others held out a hand in the direction of the other men who stood on shaking legs. After a moment, the hand was closed and yanked away. The men around them all crumpled to the ground and the old one looked around in shock and fear.
“We will not wait much longer,” the one who had caused it hissed in warning.
“Are they all d-dead?” he asked.
“What do you think?” she asked in return. “Would you like to see me bring them back? I do not think it would amuse you as much as me.”
A’ishah walked out then in her cloak and sandals and she looked fearful.
The man who had been sent for her was pulled to the side by the fourth one of them and after the dull flash of moving metal, he fell without his head.
A’ishah glanced at the old man for a moment and he motioned with his chin, “That one will be your new mistress – once she pays me.”
Yasmikha reached into her cloak and drew out a sack to hold out to the man at almost arm’s length.
“That is a bag of sand,” he said, “That much gold is far too heavy to hold like that. You try to cheat me.”
She shook her head, “Idiot, do you not think that I am stronger than you? Here. Take it!”
He reached out and as soon as his fingers closed around it, Yasmikha let go.
The sack dropped straight down next to the old man’s foot, with a clinking, heavy-sounding thud and he looked to see the amount of gold that lay scattered in a small ring around the open end of the sack.
“More than you asked,” she said, “I did say that I would pay well.
A good night to you. I hope that I do not need to tell you what will happen to anyone who tries to follow us. My advice is that you forget that you ever had this slave.”
With that, she took A’ishah’s hand and led her away. The man stared as he realized that they were gone before they’d even gotten to the open gate.
He knelt down and reached into the sack, feeling relieved at the shapes of the coins that he felt inside. He pushed his hand in deeply and he felt nothing but solid gold coins.
But he had a problem, since he couldn’t lift the sack. He called in through the doorway and a pair of men came out, staring at the bodies there on the ground.
“Help me,” the man said, “Take this to my chamber with me. Then, come back out and remove these bodies.”
They nodded and a little while later, the old man was in his bed, pleased at the exchange. There was more than the half that the stranger had promised. He’d taken every piece out and counted it carefully before he’d turned to go to sleep.
Unseen by him or anyone, the two men who had helped with the gold were on the floor of their rooms, choking on their own tongues.
———
“What has just happened?” A’ishah asked, looking from one to the other at them all as they walked in the darkness. “How did you do that – whatever it was?”
“Were you not there? I bought you from your keeper,” Yasmikha smiled as she put her arm around her friend’s shoulders.
The Bedouin girl struggled a little with it for a moment, “So, am I now free – or am I your slave now?”
Håkan chuckled as he looked down for a moment, shaking his head. Yasmikha shook her head as well. “I think that you have been a slave too long to even know it when you are free again. You are no slave to me, A’ishah. You are my friend – just as you were before.
But to Håkan and the others here… ah well … that might be a different story.”
She smiled a little coyly, “Perhaps I have bought my family a present, though it is not anyone’s birthday.
Is it?” she asked to make sure and no one nodded.
“Oh well,” she smiled, “then pretend, if you need a reason, A’ishah.”
She sighed, “Though we have always been free in the sharing of our toys, it must be said.”
A’ishah looked over, wondering what that might be like. She couldn’t imagine that it would be even a little unpleasant – as long as no one rolled over onto her. Still, she asked Koåhn if she was their slave and Koåhn laughed a little, though she did shake her head. All that she said was, “No, A’ishah.”
“You can be our slave if it is your wish to be,” Yasmikha grinned a little hopefully, “but if so, then I hope that it might be a game between us all and no more than that. What we all would like is for you to forget that time.”
“I know what you mean, Yasmina,” A’ishah said quietly, “It was half my life and my mother is dead. But I am free now and I feel almost carefree because of my friends.” She smiled to show them all that she was trying to shake off everything, “So I would do anything that I could for you – all of you for what you have done. There must be something.”
Yasmikha looked down, her face filled with the mirth that she felt, “Well if you wish to be a real slave, then the only thing that I can think of is for you to give us all gentle massages. We sometimes get cramps here and there – especially Håkan and I, we are more muscle-bound than Zhaeri and Koåhn.”
A’ishah chuckled a little herself then, the feeling of freedom coming to her at last. She thought a little of what Yasmikha had said and she found that she even liked the idea a little.
“For my freedom,” she smiled up from one to the other of them, “I’d be happy to do a lot of rubbing, I think.”
——–
The old man was asleep within minutes, and after a little more than twenty minutes, he began to snore softly.
Twenty minutes after that, in the darkened chamber, a scorpion emerged from the otherwise empty sack and it began to crawl toward the edge of the table. Finding no way down, it dropped to the floor and began to walk toward the bed.
There would be much wailing in the morning and a little wonder besides. The only men who’d gotten a look at the strangers or even knew that they were there at all were as dead as the old man would soon be.
And in the morning, there would be the dead husk of a scorpion to be seen and there would be no gold at all. There would be only the empty sack and some piles of sand on the table.
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A’ishah had a little trouble as they led her through the rocks so that she could get onto the boat again. It wasn’t that the path had grown any more difficult, she found, it was that she couldn’t see as well as they could in the dark.
Finally, Koåhn stopped and picked her up in her arms. She was just as careful then, even more so and A’ishah found that she enjoyed the ride. Even so, she noticed something as Koåhn went to carry her inside.
“What …? Where did everything go? I saw the little cove not a moment ago, now -”
“Zhaeri,” she smiled.
“I hide us,” Zhaeri nodded, “You cannot see the cove, and no one can see us in it. They see only the cove and nothing more.”
In the close confines of the little cabin, they hung up their cloaks and sat as they ate and drank a little, telling A’ishah about the things that she didn’t know from before she’d gotten to the doorway.
“I was so frightened,” she said, “I didn’t know a thing about it – any of it.”
“We thought that it would go better if you knew nothing,” Yasmikha smiled, “and the look of fear on your face was perfect, though it is something that we never want to see there again. We did not want the old bastard to think that you knew us. Zhaeri knew of everything which was hidden and she told me before of the things that I would need to say to that fool.”
Zhaeri nodded, “He is dead now from a most mysterious cause – since this is so far from the desert. I had some time to think about the things that went through his mind before you were brought, “she smiled.
“When Yasmikha asked him for a price to buy you, he thought first of every bit that he got for you from your Spaniard boyfriend as well as the others who paid for you sometimes.”
Yasmikha held out her hand, “Here, A’ishah. The only gold that he saw tonight was his own. Zhaeri only made it look as though it was ours. When I dropped the sack, I caused some to stick to me and he didn’t see it, for his eyes were on the bag which fell.
This is a little more than you earned for him,” she said as she emptied her hand into A’ishah’s cupped hands – which were driven down a little from the sudden weight, “Sad to me that it is less than you deserve to my eyes.”
A’ishah’s eyes looked ready to leave her head, “This much? Yasmina, this is … I could buy – ”
“Clothes,” Håkan suggested quietly and A’ishah smiled with a nod as she sighed, “I can have clothes. I’ve had the same rags for years.”
She counted it out carefully and then sat back, “This is more than my father owed by more than half.”
Håkan nodded as he pointed to her, “Cheated.”
Yasmikha smiled, “I have more. My hands are sticky when I go to the market and play the large, silent hooded one. I make the shopkeepers nervous and they do not watch the exchange so closely with me. If they suspect, they say nothing, being glad to see me go.
You will need clothes, because we would like you to come with us when we go. You will need more than that, but we can help, A’ishah. We do not know for certain, but as we see things, there is nothing for you here and no family to return to – even if you knew where to go. Please come with us instead.”
A’ishah looked up as she sat with the gold in her hands, “I would go anywhere with you. I wanted to before, but I always had to return to the brotheI. Just now, I was afraid that you wouldn’t ask me and I didn’t dare to ask. I am too small and weak to keep this much safely. Someone would just take it away from me sooner or later and … and I want to stay with you all. I was a girl when last I had friends.”
She shook off the feeling and tried to be a little light-hearted as she made a point of looking at the beds, “Surely by now, someone must need something rubbed, and I’m the girl for that.”
They laughed, but A’ishah saw that Zhaeri was not laughing much, so she asked, “I don’t know anything of how you could have done what you all did, but Zhaeri, I think that you played a very large part. What is wrong?”
Zhaeri looked a little pained for a moment, though she shook her head, “It is nothing, or at least, it is not much.”
“Zhaeri is like our parents were,” Yasmikha said, “She can feel the earth and the sky more than I can. I can do that, but I only feel what they say to me. Zhaeri has it much stronger. She can talk back to them, in her mind. She can do many things that way.”
“Yes,” Zhaeri said with a slight grimace, “but to make a force in one way, that is easy. This night, I had to do many little things at once while listening to the minds of fools. It makes my head hurt sometimes. I will be better soon.”
A’ishah moved and felt the muscles on Håkan’s neck quickly in an experimental way. They were larger than she was and they were different in some ways. She thanked him and quickly stepped over to Koåhn to do the same thing, though Koåhn flinched a little and smiled in curiosity.
Then she sat before Zhaeri and reached for the same place and her eyes widened, “Zhaeri,” she said in shock, “you are as hard as stone here and even your brother’s neck is not this stiff.” She sat herself in Zhaeri’s lap as she reached out for the muscles, “You need me first, I think. Put your hands on my sides or my hips and think to ease those muscles. I will do the rest.”
As she began, Zhaeri groaned deeply and hung her head a little, careful so that A’ishah still had the room. “This …” she sighed, “you are truly skilled. Ahhhoooohhh, Ahhuuuhh, A’ishah.”
She lifted her head and looked into the Bedouin’s eyes, “Such a little thing you are to us, and yet … A’ishah, whatever little that you must weigh, your worth is many times that in gold for how you do this.”
A’ishah lowered her head to look into Zhaeri’s eyes and she smiled, “A pleasure to help you. Let me lean a little now so that I can reach my fingertips right to the back of your lovely neck.”
She hugged Zhaeri gently – well, that was the effect as she reached and she found Zhaeri leaning forward against her, feeling so slack from the way that A’ishah’s fingertips pressed in gently as they seemed to walk on the tightly-wound muscles which were causing the majority of the pain.
“Oohhhahhh,” Zhaeri moaned, “When you are done – if I can even sit up, I will kiss you for this, my friend.”
A’ishah looked at Zhaeri’s face and she saw Koåhn looking back over Zhaeri’s shoulder. She was nodding.
A’ishah decided not to wait and she opened her mouth and leaned in to kiss Zhaeri softly. Zhaeri raised her hands and pulled A’ishah a little closer and as she began to kiss back, they both moaned for a moment while Koåhn sighed and smiled.
When Zhaeri drew back, she found A’ishah giving up only reluctantly, reaching out suddenly to hold the orc’s head still so that she could suck one of her tusks very gently for a moment before she sat back.
Zhaeri blinked in a little wonder before she began to smile, “You know how to kiss another girl very well. My thanks for what you did.”
A’ishah looked a little shy as she smiled, “My thanks for allowing my kiss.”
A few minutes later, A’ishah was in one for the beds between two of them and she looked over at Håkan, liking his face and having a little trouble thinking that anyone wouldn’t like it. He seemed to be thinking as he looked toward the low ceiling.
“A’ishah,” he smiled upwards as he paused, “Prosper-ous A’ishah.”
She stared at him for a moment longer and then she was on him, hugging him as she writhed in his arms and kissed him in joy. She teased his mouth open with her tongue and she loved the way that it felt to have his tusks against her once she got him started.
It was a little while before she noticed the nice way that his hand ran over her bottom, and right after that, she knew that it wasn’t one of Håkan’s hands.
“Little friend,” Yasmikha whispered from beside her, “We want you to have clothes for when you need them, but we …
Would you mind it if for those times when you don’t need them … could we have you like this? We all love to look at you.”
A’ishah turned her head for a moment and then she looked from one to the other and then over to where Zhaeri sat with Koåhn watching, “You really like me like this?”
They all nodded and A’ishah laughed quietly, “I have never really had any admirers but my Spaniard – and I am not cold here, so … then how can I say no? I can’t even say how good this feels to me. I have lived so long with nothing on and now, it feels so good to me to be like this with you. ”
She sat up then and looked at them all, “Where to begin? Such a hard task I have before me. Who is to be first?”
“Håkan likes to watch us girls most often,” Zhaeri smiled, “and Koåhn and I like to love together most often. Aside from that, we do what we like.”
Koåhn nodded as she pointed across with a grin, “Yasmikha … first, Yasmikha.”
The large female shook her head, “Do you even know what to do with a girl?”
A’ishah nodded right back, full of sauce, “I knew how to make you sigh so sweetly for me the other week when I suckled, didn’t I? Not all of the few who asked for me were men. Ask your sister if I know enough.”
Zhaeri held up her hands, “It is so. Such a little thing that she did and she stole my breath from me in an instant.”
She chuckled, “I would have wanted to have seen that – Yasmikha sighing sweetly. Surely it was a rare thing.”
A’ishah smiled, “It’s true! And anyway, there was not that much to do when our long days were finally done, my mother and me. We would take the little food that we were given and bring it to our small room to share between us. Then we would bathe and coming back, we would sit together and talk as we brushed our hair.
She told me that perhaps I might be able to rise from being only a slave if I learned how to please others well. For many nights – if we were not both weary to our bones, she taught me, telling me everything that she knew of loving with anyone and when she had no more to tell me …”
She stopped then and even Koåhn was gesturing, trying to get her to go on. A’ishah was pleased just to be there with them, so she smiled a little shyly and said, “My very first lover – the one who meant the most to me – the one that I gave all of myself to, even after loving with my Spaniard, was my mother.”
There was a silence then as Yasmikha got up to turn the kerosene lantern up a little more, and before she knew it, A’ishah sat in the middle of them all as Zhaeri came to her last and sat behind her, hugging her and leaning over her shoulder to kiss her softly for a moment.
“Oh please, A’ishah,” she smiled after the kiss, “Please tell us of it, if you would.”
A’ishah looked at them all; Yasmikha gazing at her fondly with her arm around her brother, who nodded. Zhaeri held her and began to caress one of her breasts gently and even Koåhn sitting a little across from her, struggling to say something.
A’ishah had to grin. She couldn’t help it.
“I’ll tell it,” she smiled, “but in exchange, I wish to say that it is too much to ask of me the way that I see things. You are all beautiful and I find that I want you so much – every one – but I would like to ask if I might be allowed to lie with only one or two each night that you might want me. I cannot even think of how I might have you all happy before the dawn and even if I could, I’d need to sleep then myself.”
They all nodded.
“So is that all that you want?” Yasmikha smiled, “All of your long list of demands?”
A’ishah shook her head, “There is one other thing, only one.
I ask to be allowed to see Koåhn’s little tail – and to do that properly, then I also ask that she be my first this night.”
Koåhn gasped in happy surprise, and she nodded vigorously.
“Not so fast,” Zhaeri said quietly as she caused A’ishah to flinch from kissing the side of her neck, “I agree that all of us in one night might be a little too much in the asking, but I am Koåhn’s lover most often and I ask to have you as well, us three in a bed. Is it too much then?”
A’ishah giggled and flinched again, since Zhaeri went back to leaving kisses on her neck.
“I can only try in my poor way, if it is your wish.”
“Then it is done,” Zhaeri said with a pleased smile as she lifted A’ishah to place her on her lap again, but facing outwards. She licked her fingers and reached to pet the storyteller softly.
A’ishah moaned without meaning to and she leaned back, reaching to caress the shaved side of Zhaeri’s head, “I cannot tell it if you do that very much.”
Zhaeri nodded and began again even more softly.
So A’ishah began then, telling the tale with as much love for her mother as she could put into her words. She spoke of their sadness and their loss, and how her mother insisted that they be allowed to sleep together, since at the time, A’ishah had still been a girl.
She told of how nothing happened until her eighteenth birthday and how she’d even forgotten that it had come, but that her mother knew it as all mothers know of these things.
She spoke of listening as they held each other in the darkness while her mother spoke of loving and how it was to be done the best.
“It lasted for much longer than I thought it would,” she admitted, “but after a time – many nights – I grew to see that my mother had run out of her own experiences and was beginning to tell me some tales which had never happened – at least not to her.
I said nothing of it because I wondered what it meant that she did this. And she told such good stories from the girl’s side of it and how it felt to be fucked well.
Finally, I waited one night for her to finish and then I eased down a little bit and began to give her my caresses there on her breasts. My mother liked it, though she told me that I shouldn’t do it and I told her that I wanted to, for all that she’d done for me and for the way that I felt about her. I lifted my head and stretched to kiss her, but not as a daughter anymore – well, not as a child anymore, certainly.
After I was able to tease her tongue into playing with mine for a time, I settled down and began to suckle at the breasts which had fed me when I was so small. She tried to push me away, but I could tell that her will was failing and I told her how much I loved her and that I wished to practice what it was that she’d taught me.
She had no argument for it, so I began again.”
She looked at Yasmikha for a moment, seeing the way that she leaned back with her legs spread to give Håkan better access to her sex with his hand.
“That was how I learned how to suckle in ways that an infant could never manage and I would do that for any of you,” she said, her eyes boring into Koåhn’s as well, “Only ask, and I will do my very best.”
She returned to her story then, “After a little time, I moved in such a way as to find how I could rub my sex against my mother’s hip and with some care, I slipped first one and then two of my fingers into my own mother. I found what I’d been hopeful to find.
My mother was very wet for me,”
She smiled a little proudly as she pointed to her own heart, “For me. My mother was full of want for me, her daughter.
I cannot say how I felt to have been able to do it. I fucked her very carefully, trying to remember all of what I’d learned. In the end, though she was pleased, I found that I didn’t know enough to be able to tell myself that I had done my very best for her.
So the next night, she held me and taught me how while we used our fingers on each other. It was a very slow lesson, but it is one of my favorites to remember her by.
You should maybe know something here,” she said very quietly, “I do not mean to say that she was very fast with her lessons at all. Now when I look back, she had to have fought with her doubts against her own desires over all of the time that led us up to when we began.
My poor mother was not unattractive in any way. She was only a little old to be placed into the stable when there were so many younger, more profitable girls there. My mother was beautiful. When our misfortune happened to us, I was only nine and we didn’t begin with each other until I was eighteen and old enough to know of everything. And even then, it took months to even begin together.
I was the only one for my mother’s desires which she’d fought down for so many years. By the time that we became lovers, she and I had slept together in that same bed for nearly as long as she’d had a husband, while he lived.
One evening not long after, she surprised me as we were working. She said that she had two secrets for me and that I could never tell either of them.”
She looked around at the others, “She is gone now and far from feeling any shame anymore. I’m sure that she would be proud to know that I have friends again and that I will put her lessons to the best use to please them all in a little time. That is true as well. I swear it.”
A’ishah held up her hands, “Well what was I to do? We had little enough to relieve the dreary … um, drudgery of the work, the way that we lived. I had to agree, for I knew that if I did not, I would not know of the secrets and I knew that it was not much, … but it was something. So I agreed.
She scolded me that I hadn’t been counting my days and that all women should, ‘It does not matter when you first begin to bleed as a woman,’ she said, ‘but it does later. You are past that fence, A’ishah. I have been counting your days for you.
Tomorrow, you must sweep the back of the yard – around the corner near to where the animals are kept, for it needs sweeping.’
Well I looked at my mother as though she was losing her mind. I hated to sweep there. I only did it when I thought that leaving it longer might mean that I would be punished.
Still, she told me that I must go and do it during the hottest part of the day. I couldn’t believe it.
She said that she had arranged something for me there the next day. She told me to make sure to sweep close to the little door in the house where the chickens were kept.
‘Sweep carefully near that little door and be sure not to raise too much dust when you do,’ she told me, ‘and then, knock on the wall softly twice. If you hear nothing but the hens, then sweep up and leave.
But if you hear three knocks, just as softly – twice, then once – then turn from the wall and look around. If you see no one, then get to your knees and pretend to sweep up the pile. If you hear the little door sliding open, A’ishah, then push your bare bottom back that way.
There will be a man inside, and he will make you into a woman.’
I thought then that my poor mother was truly mad, but she only smiled and nodded.
I asked who this man was and she said only that she would never tell me and that I did not need to know.
Well I was almost on the floor over that.
‘Why would I not need to know?’ I asked her and she shushed me and pulled me close. When I had quieted down, she only smiled and said that the one was a slave just as we were and for us not to know each other was the best thing. I spent the whole night thinking of all the male slaves that I knew were there.”
She looked at them with a smile as she turned her head to receive some of Zhaeri’s appreciative kisses for a few moments.
“I thought only the masters of these slaves were cruel,” Yasmikha grumbled, “But see? Their meanness is passed to their workers as well. She stops as though it is nothing and only smiles.”
A’ishah chuckled as she leaned back in Zhaeri’s arms, “Before I go on,” she smiled with her eyes closed dreamily while her hips bucked very slowly from Zhaeri’s caresses, “I will want a kiss.”
Their mouths fell open.
“But I have been kissing you anywhere that I could reach for all of this time,” Zhaeri protested.
“Yes, and I love how you hold me as if I hang in one of your spells,” A’ishah sighed. “I have been kissed by you so that I ache to give myself to you. I have been kissed by mighty Håkan only a few times and it was enough to make me wet for him in an instant.
And I have been kissed by wondrous Yasmina some days ago – far too long ago, now that I hold that sweet thought.
But I have not been kissed by beautiful, mysterious Koåhn even yet and I grow worried that she does not care for me.”
For the second time that evening, Koåhn gasped in surprise. When she looked, A’ishah was writhing slowly in Zhaeri’s grasp, her eyes closed for the moment as he squeezed her own breast. When she opened her eyes, she looked sad.
“Don’t you like me, Koåhn?”
Koåhn was there within the span of a heartbeat and she took A’ishah in her arms, allowing for the way that the girl bucked so slowly. She looked down into those soft brown eyes and she was lost.
She leaned down and kissed A’ishah as softly as she could and then opened her mouth to take as much of the girl’s neck into her mouth as she could while her tongue licked that soft skin.
“Higher,” A’ishah moaned, “Move higher on your knees for me. I want … I want to …” she reached out and down with her hand and slid her palm and fingertips over Koåhn’s thick, furry thatch, “Oh, Koåhn … you cannot know how good it feels to me to only touch you.”
When A’ishah opened her eyes next, she found herself looking into the moist red eyes that she liked most of all as Koåhn regarded her for a moment.
Koåhn took A’ishah’s head in her hands gently and she leaned in to kiss her until the Bedouin almost hung limp in Zhaeri’s grasp.
When the furred one pulled back, A’ishah smiled at her very happily, “I knew that all of you could kiss me so well. I needed only the last to be sure. I don’t care which bed that I sleep in tonight. I am finally happy for the first time in so long. Thank you lovely one. I have truly ached to know your kiss.”
“A lovely and touching moment,” Yasmikha nodded, “but you won’t have many more if you go on teasing us.”
She held up her hands in a placating gesture as the others snarled at her to be still. Even so, she laughed at the end, enjoying it as much as they did.
“Well I had to say something,” she growled in barely hidden delight, “She keeps me wet only to hear her voice. To see her in your arms like that, Zhaeri – the way that she hangs and moans to us – I am growing an ache of my own.”
“Please …” Koåhn sighed into A’ishah’s ear, “please tell?”
A’ishah nodded, though she was still smiling, “Before I go on, I wish to make a pledge if the others will abide it. I can be happy with only having a word at a time from Koåhn and Håkan. But I want so much to know more of their thoughts. So if someone would teach me, I want to learn your way of speaking, and I would teach the quiet pair my own, if they would learn.”
Koåhn nodded instantly, though Håkan still looked shy and uncertain and needed to have his life threatened by the others until he agreed.
So A’ishah leaned back against Zhaeri once more and moved the orc-girl’s hand to place it back where it had been, toying slowly with her slit. “You play me like an instrument,” she sighed once more, “I could beg for you to do this to me all night.”
“You spin a good spell of your own, but be careful now,” Zhaeri whispered, “Of us all, Koåhn has even more to feel unwanted over. Her mother’s kind was not well-liked back home and they were driven to live far from the rest, though they followed out of their want to be liked even a little. Even we can feel enough stupid pride to look down on some others and it was just as wrong when it happened to Koåhn as it was when it happened to you. When we were still small, the hard words of others caused her to cry as though she’d been beaten.
We were all wanderers then, but even so, there were males and females who’d had their fun with their sharp tongues, laughing at my sister until she fell in a heap and hugged her knees as she cried from their cruel words.
There were others who wept those nights. I’d hear the wails of mothers for their stupid sons and foul-mouthed daughters – all dead, burned alive or thrown into deep pits or worse, made into shambling creatures, every bit as mindless as their hearts had been cold to a little one. I had to hold onto my Koåhn for a few days and nights to make her feel a little better again, but those nights when others wailed … those were the nights that I smiled.
I have killed my own kind from when I was six years old. You cannot know what we are to each other, us two.
Now, I see that her heart is full of hope – as is my own, for reasons that you cannot know yet, sweet A’ishah. I ask only one thing before I give my heart in the same way that she will offer hers to you.
Do not ever make her cry. She has had so many reasons to weep.
She is not stupid or slow. She has a very bright mind and it goes with her shining heart, but … I think that you know how it can hurt to be treated badly for nothing that you have done to anyone.
I think that one such as you might understand that, so I ask it of you now. I ask you to treat her well, as I do, and for that, I would give you my heart as well, since you seem to want it so much. I will teach you what we are to each other – and what we can be also.”
A’ishah shook her head slowly as she held it back against Zhaeri’s neck. She kissed the underside of Zhaeri’s jaw once, “I will need some time to learn of you all, Zhaeri. If it ever happens, then I cannot think that it could be anything other than a misunderstanding. Why do you think that I want to learn your speech? Tell her for me that it is something that I would never want, and more than anything, I wish to know of her thoughts from her own mouth.
I cannot offer much, but you all are not unwanted. I look up to you – every one – and it is not only a matter of height. You all did something for me – who was so poor that I could never hope for what was done. I will never forget it and Zhaeri, it is not only your heart and hers who holds hope. I would love you all anyway. But the two youngest girls … my own age … you make my heart sing. If I was not telling my silly story, I would beg you to do what you do in the way that you began it. I do not know if I can be made to cry out from my heart anymore, but if there is anyone who might do it, it is you both.”
“Then I have my answer,” Zhaeri whispered, “You shall be one of three. Take anyone that you want, but remember this; you will be one of three and we will keep you safe and warm, Koåhn and I. I have been troubled since we met you. To me, you seemed to be looking for a place among us.
I tell you that you have it now.
What it means, sweet one, I will teach you in a little time and in quiet moments. For now, I see that Koåhn wishes to accept you, so then must I also – and I do.”
She kissed A’ishah softly, full on the lips and then she smiled, “Now finish your tale before I turn you over and paddle your bottom like a bad little girl.”
A’ishah nodded, though she was as full of wonder at Zhaeri’s words as she was happy to have heard them. She looked at the rest and nodded.
“I went out there the next day and as it grew hot, I kept working, since the place really needed it by then and I was glad to be there for only that. I would have been beaten if one of the masters had seen it the way that it was until then. My own fault.
While I worked, choking on the dust that I raised myself, I heard the big door of the chicken house open and close. I cursed myself then because I’d meant to keep a better watch on it and I’d missed my chance to see who it was.
I let the dust settle and then I swept very slowly and carefully near that little door.
Then it opened and … well my heart was in my throat. There I was, on the edge of becoming a woman and I didn’t know the man or what he wanted.”
She smiled,” Well I know what he must have wanted. I only wondered why he would have wanted me.”
She laughed, “Stupid, I know.
I hurried over to the wall and knocked. Almost no time later, I heard the three knocks in return, just as my mother had said. So I stepped nearer and turned away. I saw no one when I turned around and so I got down on my shaking knees and waited.
I felt a pair of hands touch my hips, trying to pull me back a little more, so I moved that way and …”
She laughed, “I was prepared for a stab of pain for a moment – and it happened that way too. But I grew to like that stab quite a lot the next few moments and he held my hips and fucked me very well. I’d been afraid that it wouldn’t last long enough for me, but I was wrong – so wrong.
He fucked me on and on, stroking my skin and slapping my ass sometimes in just the right way for a young girl like I was. I hung my head for a little while and then I thought that I’d better keep watch at least a little, just in case.
Oh heavens, how that one plowed me on and on. I had to hold my arm in my mouth to keep still. I shook in his grasp over and over and I wanted to yell out how good that it felt to me to finally be fucked – and so well, my very first time.
I knew it when he filled me, for he pulled back on my hips so hard and he froze in place, pumping me only a little for a time. I shuddered again only for that – only for the thought that I had a man inside of me and he was filling my little place.
I wanted to ask him his name.
I wanted to tell him that I was his from that moment.”
She chuckled, “I wanted to tell him that I loved him.”
She smiled very softly, “At eighteen, a girl should already be smart enough to know better about so many things.
But I was no one, just a slave that nobody cared about and for that time, I was made to feel so good. I hadn’t had all of the little times with boys when a girl learns that romantic stories do not ever come true.
But for me, that one day as I knelt in the hot sun, those romantic thoughts which had never had a chance to be turned to ash as they perhaps should have been much earlier had a chance to rise in me.
So I felt all of those foolish things.
A’ishah sighed then, shaking her head a little, “I found out who it had been after a time. It never happened again with that one.
He was a large man – a slave just as I was. Where I would have wanted to see his face so that I could admire the handsomeness that I was sure just had to be there, I found that it was not. He was rather plain and ugly, the truth be told.
All that he had was a good, strong, hard prick. He was fairly simple too. They used him to service men and women clients – people I would guess who wouldn’t care what he looked like or how he acted.
He was caught one afternoon fucking one of the wives of the old man who owned it all, that place.”
She shrugged, “After that, he was only a large, simple-minded, ugly man, with no wondrous prick anymore.
When I told my mother that I’d learned who it had been who’d fucked me to my joy so much, she told me that I’d been stupid not to listen to her.
‘As long as you didn’t know,’ she told me, ‘then he could have been any man, someone kind, someone noble, a lord, or … even the Kaliph himself. You should have listened to me. Your heart would still be thanking me for arranging it.’
And I knew then that she’d been right.”
A’ishah smiled then, “But on that day, I’d been made a woman at last and as I got to my feet and saw my raw knees, I was smiling – for surely I’d been fucked by a very fine man, no?
I swept up my earlier pile of sweepings and trotted off to get rid of them, for then I had the problem of his seed leaking out of me. I had to run holding my hand over myself – as naked as ever, but a woman now.
The timing of it couldn’t have been better, for it was a very hot day and no one was out but me. I was covered in the dust sticking to my own sweat and I wanted to pee and it was so hard not to grin like an idiot as I ran to our room where it was a little cool.
I was chilled instantly and I shivered. My mother had a pan of water there and a cloth to clean me, but I saw her take a long look at my hard little nipples and then she smiled, remembering that she’d promised me two secrets that day.
She washed the dust from me and made me lie down on our bed and she covered me with a blanket. I was such a fool, wanting to tell of it and how it felt and everything – how blue the sky had looked to me afterwards and how even the back part of the yard with it’s chickens and goats looked good to me, now that I was seeing it all as though in color for the first time.
My beautiful mother only smiled at me and told me to stop talking so much and so quickly.
She took off her robe then and she came to the bed with the softest smile for me.
Then she lifted the covers from my lower half and admired the seed of a man leaking out of her daughter.
She looked at it for a moment and then she looked at me and told me that she loved me.
Then she leaned down and began to clean my wet and bloody hole again with the cloth.
The seed, she took with her tongue and I was in kept in joy and bliss for the rest of the afternoon.”
She fell silent then, resting in Zhaeri’s arms for a moment, thinking again of what she’d been told.
The first one to speak was Yasmikha, who smiled widely and clapped her hands in a quiet way. “Oh please, A’ishah, please tell me that you have more of these little tales in you. You have four friends who would listen to anything that you tell, in that nice way that you have.
That was wonderful.”
The others were quick to agree and A’ishah nodded, saying that she knew a few and that if she ran out, she was sure that she could make something up to entertain them.
But she was a little on fire by that point, from the way that Zhaeri had stirred her up so gently for all of that time.
She looked around, hoping that one of them would say that they wanted her first, but no one did, which she found both curious and somewhat disappointing.
“You are not thinking properly,” Yasmikha smiled, knowing A’ishah’s thoughts, “Remember that Zhaeri and I are … not without our abilities. We can talk; she and I sometimes, and we never make a sound when we do it like that.
She has told me of what was said between you. You are one of three now. She has held you for all of this time, but there is one yet who would welcome you if she was given a chance.”
A’ishah’s gaze snapped over to Koåhn, who’d somehow moved away during the storytelling and now sat looking both hopeful and bashful on the other side of the cabin.
A’ishah was off the bed in a flash, running to where the fur-covered one sat and she almost crashed into her and rode her down with a laugh. They became a ball of limbs and laughter in the next instant as A’ishah hung on and kissed and tickled and caressed and nipped until Koåhn, who was almost twice the Bedouin’s weight, lay helpless.
A’ishah crawled up onto her and crept forward to gaze down into those red eyes for a long moment before they smiled at each other and she sank down to wiggle slowly against that soft fur.
“Don’t ever be shy with me, you beauty,” she sighed as she kissed Koåhn softly, “I feel joy only to be here against you like this.”
She watched as her own fingers slid through the fur on Koåhn’s chest for a moment, “Look at you,” she chuckled, “I have heard a little of how things were for you all after your home was lost. And even still, I find that I am so jealous of Zhaeri, for she had you for a sister when you both needed each other so.
Such sweet things you must have been together.”
She could hear the smile in Yasmikha’s voice from across the room as she said, “See? There is your heart. It rings like a bell to me. You are right far more than you might imagine. Whenever I looked to find those two, it always did my heart good to see them, just little ones as they were then, always walking and holding hands.”
“Ahh,” A’ishah smiled down, “I know it. I can feel it. Look at me, I am so small to you all, but I could be so happy just to be allowed to curl up like a kitten and sleep right here.” She kissed Koåhn again very softly, “I do not know what it means, one of three, but I like it.”
She lowered her head and she moved back, loving how it felt to let her legs slip off on either side of that hard, fur-covered belly, and then she opened her mouth, not even looking as she began to nuzzle like a newborn until her lips found a nipple.
She moved her hands then to hold that breast, still running her fingers through the soft fur as she began to suckle.
She didn’t see it, but Koåhn’s eyes slid closed as she reached to touch and caress A’ishah wherever she could while she moaned and cooed very softly to her.
Zhaeri joined them then, taking the other nipple as well as her cue by suckling as softly as A’ishah must be doing it for a moment. “Move down, A’ishah,” she whispered, I will keep our girl here entertained. There are things that I know that you wish to learn about my sister and if I allow it, she will be too shy to enjoy it.”
A’ishah opened her eyes and nodded, stretching over to kiss Zhaeri’s cheek for a moment before she moved back and down the incline a little more.
Of the four of them, Håkan and Yasmikha were the darkest naturally. If they were not feeling very charitable toward themselves, they’d say that they were a lovely color – for a dull shade of mud. It hadn’t come up yet, or A’ishah would have given them an argument over it.
Next came Zhaeri, who was the same tone, though somewhat lighter.
Koåhn was … well, she was Koåhn.
Her skin, if you looked into her fur for it, was much lighter, and her fur tended toward almost white over her chest and her upper belly. Her hair was a dark shade of brown and it appeared long, but that was only what was attached to her head.
But it didn’t end at the back of her head. It went on and on, growing out of her back near the line over her spine as a long and quite attached mane which ended as a single thin dark line which ran to her hips. But A’ishah hadn’t seen that yet.
The fur over the rest of her was a neutral brownish color, almost perfect as camouflage in anything but snow in daylight. It covered the rest of her and A’ishah was so taken with it.
Under the whitish, fur-covered swells of her breasts, larger than Zhaeri’s but not all that much, the fur was darker until it came near the middle where it was white. Just at about the midpoint between her navel and her breasts, a thin dark line began over the centerline of her body, just barely visible from a slight distance, since up close, one would never see it at all. That line ran down, slowly growing both wider and darker, skipping over her navel before really growing as a dark stripe down her belly to become the deep, dark brown thatch which covered her mound. Even there, it was the same short fur only thicker, not the wiry pubic hair which all female orcs tend to grow.
When A’ishah got there, she saw that Koåhn’s legs were somewhat spread and she looked and stared a little – all while trying not to, of course. It was beautiful to her as all of Koåhn was to her eyes. The girl was softness and innate grace mixed in a perfect blend of uncertainty, shyness, and even wildness – and it went without saying that if pressed or driven in the right way, the girl could be fearless and savage.
But there was something wrong with the picture somehow. For a short time, A’ishah was stumped, not getting what it was. At last, she put it down to the relative dimness in the cabin, but she knew even then that as an explanation, it didn’t cover it at all.
And then, all at once, A’ishah knew.
She reached out and touched the fur that she saw very softly for a moment.
“Koåhn, you wonderful girl, please don’t be shy with me. You’re hiding down here and there’s no need, my love.”
She kept touching and she was even sure of it the longer that it went on.
Koåhn’s tail.
Koåhn was feeling shy over this last bit of her geography and she was holding her tail, which was very much like a bit of a long goat’s tail, over her furry femininity very tightly, like a dog who was in fear.
A’ishah eased herself down and began to kiss and press her face in against the tail and she mewled soft little noises as she went, pressing and nuzzling for a long while, until at last, she felt the tension in the tail ease off very slowly so that the tail gradually dipped down to lie flat against the bed.
“Thank you for your trust in me,” A’ishah whispered, “Now, I want to show you how wrong you have been about me.”
A’ishah renewed her soft nuzzling and mewling, leaving constant light kisses everywhere that she went and after a little while, she put a little melody to it, remembering a song that her mother had sung to her when she must have been an infant when she nursed. A’ishah couldn’t remember it that far back, of course, but she could remember it very well from a little later on when her mother had sung it softly on those nights when A’ishah had been a little girl who’d awoken out of a bad dream and been frightened.
She hummed the melody softly and cooed quietly and she kept it up as she felt the tension ease from those wild loins and to her, it felt like a reward. So when she finally began to lick and suck out those sweet lips, she still hummed, though she had to fight off her smile by that time.
Koåhn’s hips had begun to buck very gently, not all that much and it wasn’t hard to follow them along as they did. The juice which came to her was sweet and tangy at the same time and A’ishah couldn’t get enough of it, though as hungry for it as she was by that point, she knew that this was not the time for it, so she kept things soft and very loving.
She knew that she had no tusks and somehow, she knew that these girls – when they were feeling it, would be doing this with a fair degree of loudness as well.
So A’ishah didn’t do that at all. She was very quiet, letting only the occasional soft, wet sounds escape.
She reached and held on to Koåhn’s hips, sliding her thumbs over the soft fur and reaching up to pet that wonderful furry belly as she lapped and licked in absolute bliss for this amazing girl.
Koåhn was moaning then, moaning and sighing as her hips and legs moved of their own will. A’ishah hung on and kept at it, softly all the while and sometimes, she went back to her little lullaby. She was still humming it when she finally turned her attention to the nub which was rubbing her nose by that point.
A’ishah wanted to cry out in delight at what she’d found, but she was mindful of the overall tone of the experience that she was trying to provide so she didn’t. If she sucked that thing in and held it while pressing inward with her lips …
Koåhn’s clitoris was a little over three inches long.
A’ishah turned her loving to that part and it moved Koåhn to bucking, still gently but the … excursions were longer, up and down, until the wild girl under A’ishah’s mouth began to shudder and shake, her moaning rising in pitch until she sounded desperate and A’ishah felt Koåhn’s hand on her head, pressing her down, needing her so much for a moment before she eased up, not wanting to hurt A’ishah.
But A’ishah took that large hand and held it against her head, her smaller fingers slipping between Koåhn’s larger ones and finally trilling her tongue to finish Koåhn, who arched her back up from the bed with Zhaeri still on her as she did. She hung there for a long moment and then she dropped back down with a long groan and some weak, restless writhing for a moment.
“What did you do to her?” Zhaeri asked in a little amazement, ” … And may I please have some of it as well?”
A’ishah didn’t have time to answer as Koåhn lifted her head, her voice sounding small and very needy as she tried to pull and coax and beg A’ishah to lie on her next to Zhaeri.
When she had them both where she wanted them, Koåhn kissed them passionately and tenderly at the same time, alternating somehow in a way that startled both of the others.
She held A’ishah’s head and licked her face – openly licking and not caring at all before she did the same to Zhaeri.
When she’d settled down a little, she sighed with a smile and thanked them both pointedly in their language.
“What did she say?” A’ishah asked and Zhaeri laughed softly, “What do you imagine that she might have said? That came from deep inside of her, where there is no room for thought to seek for translation. Koåhn says it very seldom A’ishah, but this night, her shy heart has opened to you. Try to guess.”
“Well,” A’ishah whispered, “she liked it?”
Zhaeri nodded, “And?”
“And she … she likes me?”
But Zhaeri shook her head then, “No. That was obvious. I said that her heart has opened. Her cries were in passion, of course, so you must temper it a little, but Koåhn spoke of her love for her new sister – as we will call you.”
A’ishah smiled then, looking at them both for a moment and feeling like a part of something which she didn’t truly understand yet, but that didn’t matter to her. She liked it.
“One of three, right?”
They nodded and both of them hugged her for a moment.
“You are now our sister,” Zhaeri smiled. “It means that we three will be close because of our hearts and how they will be bound. We will share many things together.
Yasmikha wishes to seek for the man that she spoke of to you. I have found him in my thoughts from the words that she said were spoken between you. Koåhn and I will help her to find him. From what I know already, when she finds him, he will be in some danger. What it is, I do not yet know.
But I know that she wants him.
If it comes to pass and he lives – and wants her – then she will be one of two.
We together will always each be one of three, even though really, we will each be one of four.”
A’ishah didn’t understand much of it at all and her expression said as much.
Koåhn struggled then to help. “Us three,” she smiled, “Always love – always help – always.”
A’ishah got that and she nodded, wanting that as well. But the rest …
“Us three,” Koåhn said again, “Always need. Help each other. Help work. Help food. Help with … Håkan.”
She looked over at Zhaeri, clearly out of road, “Zhaeri, what word? I need her word.”
She spoke in their tongue for a moment and Zhaeri nodded, lowering her head to whisper it even more quietly to Koåhn, who grinned then and nodded.
She looked at A’ishah, “Yasmikha want man. Want be one of two, yes?”
A’ishah got it and nodded, “She wants that one to be her man. What about the rest?”
Koåhn grinned, “We – we three, wives Håkan.”
A’ishah’s mouth fell open at that, “But … but … I like him, but I can’t … He’s much too large. I have … seen many men,” she said, almost stammering a little, “but what he has is larger by far.”
“Perhaps,” Zhaeri smiled, “and perhaps all that is needed is the will to have what he as in you. But this is not the time to try by the feeling of fear that I see in you.”
Koåhn shook her head, not satisfied with things yet. She pulled A’ishah close and rolled her toward Zhaeri so that the human felt just a little crushed between them.
At that point, Koåhn began to caress A’ishah’s face, leaning in to leave little kisses while she thought of the words that she wanted to use.
“Wives are to … please the male, yes? You are small, he knows it. He … he loves A’ishah. You do …”
She looked past A’ishah to Zhaeri, who had gone back to kissing A’ishah wherever she could. “Zhaeri? More words.”
Zhaeri lifted her head, “Håkan won’t do that to you, not until you ask him for it. Think a little and do what you can for him. What she means is that he already loves you. We all do.”
She moved to lean on her elbow, whispering into A’ishah’s ear so that she shivered and reached back to touch Zhaeri’s thigh to let her know that she liked this.
“One of three means that you are one of his three wives. but really, it means that you belong to us, Koåhn and me. We belong to you. We belong to each other, us three. That way, there are three of us who will always take care of the other two in it.
Håkan knows that and he wants us to be that way. It makes all of our lives easier, since none of us is as big and strong as the older ones are. He’s so big and …” she grinned a little, “well, he’d worry himself to death if you sneezed twice in a row. This way, he knows that we’ll take care of each other first.”
“But what about … fucking?” A’ishah asked a little nervously.
Koåhn shook her head, “When you … want him. Then.”
Zhaeri nodded, “We’ll make him happy. Do whatever you can think of. A’ishah, we are alone here. There are no hordes of our kind all over this place. Even if there were, Håkan would stand out, because he’s a good male. You wouldn’t want to know the rest, believe me.
We’re a little happy because of it in a strange way. If there were lots of us around, all three of his sisters would spend our days having to pull all of the hopefuls off him, just so that he might eat his dinner in peace with us.
So stop worrying and kiss me a little more.”
“Well,” Yasmikha said as she sat up and turned around so that she straddled her brother, “Small as a word finds very little on me to fit, so I will please Håkan now. This night will be the last for a time. We leave on the morning tide.”
“Where we go?” Koåhn asked, tilting her head, “Not back north? Not now?”
“Nooo,” Yasmikha groaned as she slid down that big hard thing of her brother’s to impale herself. She held still for a moment before she began to work her hips, “We go east. There is a man there who I wish to come to know and who is to say? A’ishah’s Spaniard is there as well. We might save him for her if she finds that she wants a smaller prick for herself. I cannot tell yet.
I know only that they will fight in a few days’ time. I do not even know the man I seek yet, but I want the chance to learn of him, so we must go while he still has time.”
A’ishah felt herself being rolled off Koåhn very gently and before she knew it, she was being moved around with smiling instructions from Zhaeri.
“Stand,” she said as she got down and leaned back some distance from the edge of the bed. “Now bend over, little sister. No no, do not try to get onto the bed to come to me. Only bring your sweet mouth to my naked hole here.
See? It runs for you as it has since I held you. Come and taste what I have for you now. Koåhn will find her own happiness with you.”
A’ishah didn’t understand, but she was willing, and so she leaned down more, holding herself up a little with her hands to get the right height. As he opened her mouth and began, she felt the heat of Koåhn’s tongue as it slid into her and she moved up onto her toes in response, wondering just how long that tongue was.
Zhaeri reached to hold A’ishah’s head gently and she slid down a little more as her hips began to move and weave in response to what A’ishah was doing to her.
A’ishah found herself torn, wanting to do well for Zhaeri and yet her concentration was being severely buffeted from behind. It went on until Zhaeri cried out the first time, blessing A’ishah by the names of gods which she’d never heard in her life up to that point.
As the orgasm faded with Zhaeri still clutching A’ishah’s head, A’ishah began to feel something else back there, slipping around a little uncertainly for a short time before A’ishah knew that her opening had been found. She felt large and furry hands take her by the hips and she knew then what it was, by the relatively shallow strokes from what she thought just had to be an uncomfortable way for Koåhn to be standing, with her knees a little bent to get the angle. So she arched her back downward slowly, not wanting to break the beautiful connection.
Koåhn was fucking her with that clitoris of hers, and it felt so good just from the knowing of it as she felt her ass being pressed against so slowly time and again. The thing inside of her didn’t reach all that far, but it felt wonderful, the kind of little prick that she knew that she could never refuse, not after knowing what it was and the easy way that she’d been taken. The thrusts told her a lot as well and she reveled in it, risking a happy look backward a time or two.
“I am falling in love,” A’ishah announced very quietly to Zhaeri’s wet sex. Koåhn moaned for how good it felt to her and for Zhaeri’s part, she only smiled as she reached to hold A’ishah’s head again.
“Then you are the last and the most needed,” the thin orc-girl sighed, “We have felt this way about you from the first.”
A’ishah gasped as she felt what was inside of her grow. After a few moments, she found that she was really being fucked properly. She loved to feel and hear the soft slapping against her bottom.
She looked at Zhaeri in confusion, wanting to ask, but all that came out of her was a tortured little mewling. “H – how – w …?”
The world spun around her and A’ishah fell for a split-second to find herself on her back, lying on Koåhn – who was holding her tightly as she fucked and fucked, like a frenzied thing, half curled around her down there to keep the angle.
A’ishah’s world jiggled and bounced, but it was incredible to her.
She watched Zhaeri’s face smile down at her, “Well, I’d say that you’ve really done it, little sister. You should see Koåhn’s face. She’s so happy to have found someone just your size to fuck.”
Zhaeri smiled even wider as she reached out to touch one of A’ishah’s nipples, “Did you forget when I told you that she’s part-demon?”