The wanderer, p.27
The Wanderer, page 27
part #1 of The Nogud Legacy Series
It puzzled me suddenly. Paul had four women, Grayson had two, I had three, but the girls believed that there would be more. Did this mean that the population was skewed so that there were more women than men? And, some small percentage of women were judged as Nogud and were not even considered among the eligible women of a village. I wondered what the ratio was and why it was that way. And then I thought, why do I wonder about that, but haven’t been more curious about my own origins so far?
But back to the collars. It was also uncomfortable for me to refer to these as ‘my women’ and to have the girls call me ‘master’. The master thing wasn’t as much of a problem as it could have been because of the way that they said it. It was almost the same as saying ‘sir’. They called me master or Joshua or husband interchangeably. Viola had called me master when we first met, but it was like calling me ‘boss’, as if I were simply her employer. It could be used like that, but it was also a term of deep devotion.
OK. Now that I understood and could accept my feelings, I could also calm my discomfort. They were my women. They wore my collars. They called me their master. And, Paul’s house and other of my new friends call me a wizard. I need to accept all of it in the context of this culture, not some culture that I didn’t even remember.
Raven was still in my arms and I carried her to the bedroom and lay her down on it. The girls were all undressed already, so I didn’t have to do anything to get the unconscious little one ready for bed. Lark and Viola climbed onto the bed, but Lark left the room again quickly, saying that she’d put out the lamps in the other room.
Raven stirred and stretched and opened her eyes and said, “Oh, how did I get here?”
I smiled and said, “You took a nap and I brought you here. It’s time for bed.”
She smiled and said, “Joshua, I’ve never been in a bed as mates before. I’m a little bit afraid.”
Viola said, “I think we all are.”
Lark had returned and was sitting in the middle of the bed with the other two now and said, “It’s funny. I wasn’t afraid of the first experience or anything else that happened today, but you’re right, the idea of being in bed together is a little frightening.”
I grinned and said, “Well, if you’re frightened, hold on to me tightly and I’ll keep you safe.”
Viola said, “Joshua, can we save the night dresses for tomorrow? Can we all sleep naked tonight? I’m still getting used to being touchable and I think that I need a lot more practice; and remember your touching license.”
I said, “You mean licenses. Raven and Lark gave me touching licenses too. Do you all want me to use them while we sleep?”
Lark exclaimed, “Of course we do! I think that it’s very important, and especially for our first night. We need a lot of touching so that we get can very comfortable with it!”
I laughed and said, “OK. I won’t complain about that. Turn out the lamp and climb into this big bed with me.”
Lark jumped up again and I pulled off my clothes and crawled into the center of the bed as she darkened the room. When she came back, Raven was on my right and Viola was on my left and I suggested that Lark get in next to Raven with the excuse that the black haired girl was so small that Lark could easily reach me over the top of her. There was a bit of giggling as we got comfortable. Raven lay on my shoulder and Lark snuggled into her back and draped her arm across Raven’s body and lay it on my chest.
Raven wiggled for a second and said, “Lark, that feels nice. Hug me tighter.”
Lark laughed and said, “Raven, you have a nice butt. It’s warm against my middle.”
Raven said, “Um, you can hug my boobs if you want to, I won’t mind. I think that being hugged is going to be nice. Make me a sandwich between you and Joshua.”
Lark said, “You do have nice boobs. Viola, thank you. Joshua told us that you wanted us, so thank you for being like a mother for us and giving us a husband. I’m glad that you’re the first mate. You are very good for our house.”
Raven said, “Yes, Viola, you are the best and I’m glad to be in your bed.”
Viola said, “You are welcome. I love you and I’ll try to be a good first mate. Who’s playing with my boob?”
Raven said, “Me.”
I said, “Who’s playing with my penis?”
Viola said, “Me” and Lark said, “Me too.”
Viola asked, “Joshua, are you playing with my butt?”
I said, “I’m trying to, but I can’t reach it very well. Hey, about tomorrow; we said that Raven would stay with me, and Raven, I would love that, but I think that I have some business that Viola can help me with best. Will you trade with her for tomorrow and then we can have a day together later?”
Raven said, “Well, let me see. I should probably bargain some. What should I get in return? Viola, give me a hint. What should I bargain for?”
Viola said, “I think that if you’re going to trade and let me be with Joshua while you go to school, then you should get to suck Joshua’s cock before we go to sleep.”
Raven said, “That sounds like a fair trade. I didn’t get to do that except for a few seconds at the cove.”
I said, “OK, but first, do something for me, OK?”
Raven struggled to free herself from the tangled of arms and legs and sat up and said, “OK. But don’t let me get bored.”
I said, “Oh, I don’t think that you will get bored. Here, turn around and sit across my lap, facing the foot of the bed for a second.”
Raven said suspiciously, “OK” and she swung her leg over my body, but before she could do anything else, I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward my head and positioned my face between her thighs, but did not kiss her there. Not yet.
I said, “There you go. Can you reach my penis OK like this?”
Raven was paying attention to where her face was, not mine and she said, “Oh yeah, that will work fine,” and she took hold of my penis with one hand and lowered her head down to where she could push her lips over the shaft.
As she pressed her lips to the head of my penis, I stuck out my tongue and licked very lightly up between her thigh and her outer labia.
Raven pulled off my penis suddenly and said, “Oh!”
I said, “Raven, you have me stiff and hot, don’t tease me me now!”
Raven bent forward again and kissed the tip of my member, and again I ran my tongue up the side of her slit. Raven pushed her rear toward me and again lifted her head in a surprised moan. When she saw that I had stopped, she went back to my penis again. Each time she touched me with her lips, I touched her with my tongue. Each time she pulled off in surprise, I stopped.
Soon, she was forcing herself to stay connected to my erection and I stayed connected to her vulva. If she got too vigorous, I backed off. When she did something especially pleasing, I licked or kissed her more firmly. When I felt that she was climaxing, I probed and sucked vigorously, but if she pulled her mouth off of me, I stopped.
I was in no hurry and for me this was more about Raven than myself. I wanted to give her a good time, and it seemed to be working. Raven sucked and licked my penis, all the while trying to rock her hips up and down so that her mound and slit ran rhythmically over my lips and tongue. She shuddered and froze in place often as each successive orgasm hit her tiny body. After several minutes, I grabbed her thighs and pulled her down to where I could focus the movements of my tongue flat against her clitoris. I pushed and pulled my mouth firmly back and forth across her sensitive pussy pearl, and kept going as she began spasming continuously. Soon, Raven was lying face down on my stomach, no longer able to pay attention to my penis at all.
I loved how responsive she and the other two were. It was incredibly fun. What she’d been doing to me was great, but what she let me do to her was even better. If she lost her senses in orgasm, well, I had two more who would happily take her place if I wanted them to.
I let Raven calm down and when it seemed that she could talk again, I told her to turn back around and lie down on my chest with her head near mine.
I said, “Little Raven, you’re so quiet. You don’t cry out the way that I thought that you would.”
Raven was still breathing heavily, but explained, “Joshua, when you made love to me every night…every night since my breasts first budded on my chest…as I hid in the dark after the lights were out…if I’d cried out, I would have been discovered and punished. I brought you to my bed every night and had you touch me and make love to me, but I couldn’t make a sound or it would have been terrible. It was more than a dream. You were real to me and you held me in your arms and I let you touch me between my legs. I let you use my fingers to do your bidding. I was alone in the dark and the other little sisters were all around me, but I had you always, making love and telling me that you cared for me and that you would come one day and take me to the woods. I’m not afraid to tell you about it.”
I said softly, “Of course you can tell me about it. But, you know, you don’t have to be quiet anymore. I’m with you now and I love you. I’m glad that you waited for me, but I’m glad that you found a way to be with me while you waited.”
She said, “That was nice. It gave me so much comfort! But, soon, let me focus on you and you alone. I want to be on my knees and give you pleasure and see what it’s like to do that, like Viola told us she did.”
I said, “OK. I’ll look forward to it. So, is it a bargain? Will you let Viola trade with you and she can help me tomorrow?”
Raven cooed, “Yeah, after what you just did to me, I might not be much help for any business anyway. Joshua, I like being naked.”
I said, “I know you do. I like it when you’re naked.”
She said, “You wouldn’t really take me on the grass with others nearby, would you?”
I said, “No, of course not. I was teasing you.”
She nuzzled my chest and said, “But I fucked you in the water with others nearby.”
I said, “Yes you did! You are a rascal.”
She was starting to sound very sleepy as she said, “But you love me…and I liked it and Viola and Lark don’t mind…I should do it again before we…” but her voice trailed off and she began breathing regularly as sleep overtook her.
I smiled and Lark helped me move her off of my chest and to the side of the bed where Lark had laid earlier. It turned out that Viola was asleep already as well.
I whispered, “Lark, are you sleepy too?”
She cuddled next to me and said, “Not as much.”
I said, “If you aren’t too tired, I really would like to finally taste your melons. Do you want to come up here?”
Lark climbed on top of me and positioned herself so that her breasts were at my lips. I opened my mouth and rubbed my hands up and down her back as I sucked and played with her large nipples.
Lark’s nipples were in fact, very large. Swollen now from my mouthing them, I would say that they were about the size of the end of my thumb and about as long as they were wide.
Lark began breathing hard and said in a raspy voice, “Uh, uh, Master, I can’t stay quiet like Raven. Oh…” and she came with her first orgasm.
I said, “Good. I like it when you tell me that you’re enjoying me. They’re asleep, but if they wake up, it will be fine. We’ll try to be a little bit quiet if we can though. You know, if you push backward just a little, my man-banana as you called it, is waiting for you.”
Lark raised up slightly, not enough to take her breast from my mouth, but enough to rock her hips backward, and sure enough, her slit hit the head of my penis. Lark convulsed in another little orgasm and pressed herself onto me, moving slowly until I was all the way up inside her wet tunnel.
I thrust gently with my hips, very slowly.
I said, “Lark, clamp your legs together so that you trap me between them. Squeeze with both your legs and your vagina and find what feels good to you.”
Lark did as I suggested and I whispered, “Come down here and lie on my chest. Hold me.”
Lark settled herself down against me, with her head on my shoulder, and the two of us moved just our hips against each other, churning our genitals lovingly.
I said, “Every time is a little different. This morning it was one way and we roared like lions. With Raven in the water, it was hidden. Each time, uh, oh, each time is special and our own gift to each other.”
Lark moaned softly and shuddered again. She whispered, “Joshua, I love you. Oh, how I love you,” and she relaxed against me and stopped clenching her legs. She said, “Lover, if you want me to keep going, tell me.”
I hugged her and said, “I had a wonderful time. You felt really nice. Thank you for being my bedmate and my woman. Slide down beside me and sleep well.”
Lark said dreamily, “OK, but wake me up if you want to play some more.”
She slid to my side where Raven slept and was soon breathing deeply in slumber herself. I followed her a few minutes later.
Chapter 27 Using a Weapon
I slept well. Of course, when I woke up, Viola was on top of me, just settling down over my stiff morning erection. I heard her moan as I entered her.
She smiled down at me and said, “Good morning Master. Time for my final exam,” and she began churning gently on top of me.
Viola was focused this morning. She studied herself and me and she made love. I mostly just laid on my back and held her hips or occasionally rubbed her breasts or kissed her deeply when she leaned her head down to my lips.
We went on for quite a while and Viola climaxed several times. We kept it loving and sensuous and my own orgasm filled her as we kissed each other passionately.
Afterward, we lay on the bed together and held each other. I held her and relaxed and felt her breasts press against my chest and I felt her thigh rest across my groin. I think that both of us fell asleep for a few minutes.
When we rose, we kissed some more and brushed our teeth and showered together. After soaping each other up, I ended up having her again from behind while she braced herself with her hands against the wall and her bottom pushed backward onto me. My cock rode her pussy slow and deep as I held her hips or grabbed her tits and played with the nipples. There was no waiting for Viola to have an orgasm; she orgasmed several times and was happy to have me climax whenever I was ready. I pumped my semen into her as she bent forward against the wall of the shower, and then she turned around and washed and fondled me, kissing me and rubbing her chest against mine.
For some reason, my restorative powers were very active this morning and I was stiff again before we left the shower. A few minutes later, Viola had her back pressed against the wall again as I held her arms over her head and she wrapped one leg around me and we both climax yet again.
We hadn’t talked much this morning. We had panted and moaned and cooed and grunted quietly, but we hadn’t said much at all. When we did dry off and get dressed, we were both very happy and very sexually satisfied. I had orgasmed three times in the space of an hour and a half and I loved it.
Viola took me to the dining room in time for breakfast with the family and we discussed plans for the day. I explained that I would need to spend the morning alone. When I was done eating, I excused myself and went and found the wood that I’d purchased from the woodworker and took it out to sit by the river.
It was time to make a weapon. The thief from the previous day was going to return, and when he did, he would try to kill me. I wasn’t planning to die though. Unfortunately, that most likely meant that I would let him force me to kill him. I’d leave it up to him; if he chose to die, that was his choice. It would be nice if he’d change his mind, change his ways, and change his life; but that probably wasn’t going to happen. I found myself regretting that he wasn’t a more skillful fighter. If he had been more skilled, he would probably be wiser. If he were wiser, when he stood and looked at me, he might decide that we should be friends, or at least not enemies and he would choose to not make me kill him.
If he were as skilled as I was, we would meet in the street, look in each other’s eyes and decide that neither of us wanted to kill or be killed.
Looking out at the river, I was confident of the outcome. I didn’t know how I knew it, but I knew that I was a skilled fighter with my chosen weapons and that he certainly wasn’t.
I started working, taking the larger of my two knives and carving away the parts of my stick of wood that didn’t match the intention that I had for it. The thing that I was making was called a ‘bokken’. It was a wooden sword that could be used with either one or two hands. It was simple; a piece of wood, about as thick as my first two fingers combined and as long as my leg, from the ground to my waist. The thickness would be shaved down to where it fit in my hand comfortably.
The piece of wood was one of those that I’d purchased from the woodworker in the village. This one had a slight curve to it that matched my ultimate design fairly closely. All I had to do was shape the grip of the handle, cut it to the exact length that I needed, and then round over the back edge. The front edge would be shaped to a V, not sharp, but only a quarter of an inch or so at the narrowest point. It wasn’t designed to cut, but to concentrate any blow to a small surface area, multiplying the force of my strike.
I worked my knife blade up and down the back of the wood, shaping the trailing edge and the handle. The truth was that I could easily defeat the man with the stick the way that I’d received it; raw and roughly cut. In fact, I could have done it with a small tree branch with no shaping of the wood at all. I could have, but this would be better. The better my weapon, and the better it fit my hand and my body, the better it would do its job. Its job was to protect me and the people in my family from a man who thought that he would murder me. Fortunately, he wanted revenge, not simply my death.
In order to have his revenge, he needed other people to see his triumph. He wouldn’t stab me in secret; he would call me out during the day in the village square. I thought that even if I were unarmed, I might be able to disarm him and subdue him again. Unfortunately, I was going to need a more permanent solution and that meant that he was probably going to die.
