"Daria, the Warrior Queen" (closed to current writers)

[SandS13]

Meara shrunk away from the other woman's gaze. She didn't not know what she had done wrong but it was slowly becoming clear. The queen called the woman over, her name not all that dissimilar to Meara's.

Meara moved as Daria gestured and watched as Daria was exposed to them. She stared. Folds and pink. Meara couldn't take her eyes away. It was beautiful, just like Daria. She pressed her own thighs closer together. She feared her own was ugly and did not want to risk any seeing.

A hand went to her throat as she watched the other slave press her face into Daria's sex. Her face. Meara was both utterly shocked and intensely curious. She moved closer, peering down to watch as the slave's tongue moved over Daria's folds. She looked at Daria's face to see how the woman reacted.

Her eyes went wide as she watched the slave's tongue dip inside of Daria before moving to caress a little nub at the peak of the folds. She found herself breathing erratically and her nipples grew hard. Her sex began to feel like it had yesterday when Daria had touched her. Meara stuck her hand between her knees and clenched, holding them there so they did not move. She was told to learn and learn she would.

 

[PennySaver]

Meeka hadn't come to the Daria in the same way as had Meara; the Queen had purchased her from a bordel dwoua clasa superioară, an exclusive brothel that serviced only the Royalty and Nobility. Daria had first seen the young girl at work during an orgy there and knew she had to have her. After all, how many girls her age could pleasure four men and six women to orgasm in one night as Meeka had.

But as good as the girl was, Daria had a short attention span when it came to her sexual servants. Her relationship with Meeka had played itself out; the girl had been with Daria all of four months.

As the soon-to-be-sold slave lapped at her sensitive flesh, Daria rolled her head to look at her soon-to-be-trained slave; Daria found the naïve, innocent girl tensed, her hands trapped between clenching thighs as if afraid she might reach out and get herself hurt, like a toddler seeing a porcupine for the first time and finding the quills pretty.

Daria reached a hand to Meara, forcing it between the girl's thighs where she intertwined their fingers together. She purred between deep breaths of growing pleasure, "Watch … and learn … Meara … watch … and … learn."

Meeka peeked out of the corner of her eyes toward the other slave, and despite being so occupied with her Mistress's slit and clit, she still managed to somehow imply hatred and fury. Daria just happened to look down between her heaving breasts and caught Meeka. With her free hand she slapped the top of the girl's head; Meeka let out a meek cry, apologized, and went back to work, almost without missing a lick.

"Slow down," Daria demanded after a couple of minutes more of the girl's skillful oral service. "Make this … last time … count … Meeka…"

Who really knew how much time passed after that: five minutes, ten, twenty...? The girl had driven her Mistress to the edge of explosion over that time, and Daria had demanded that explosion not yet occur. Finally … the panting, writhing, now sweating Queen called out loudly, "Finish it! Finish … me!"

Meeka intensified that which she been holding back, and a moment latter the gently crying Daria screamed out in ecstasy as the waves of euphoria swept through her. Her left hand had long before reached to entwine its fingers in the slave girl's hair, holding her in place and silently directing her with gestured Meeka had come to learn and which Meara would have to; her fingers of the right hand, still between Meara's knees, now gripped into the flesh of one thigh so tightly that when this was all done, the new slave girl would find five distinct bruises, three of which had actually had blood drawn from nails digging into her skin.

Daria's orgasm went on and on, and when finally it broke, she pulled Meeka's head out of her groin and pulled the young woman up to lay between her thighs; Daria liked the feel of a human body against her post-climax, and it didn't matter to her whether that body belonged to her out going lover or the replacement. Meeka, for her part, didn't hesitate to begin suckling her Mistress's nipples and cupping one hand over her sex to keep it warm during the descent from her heaven.

Somewhere during the return, Daria -- still close eyed -- whispered to her future sexual servant, "You can leave my tent, Meara. I'll call you when I need you."

 

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Meara was entranced. Daria took her hand, forcing it between Meara's clenched thighs. Her lips were parted and her tongue moved on along her lower lip.

Meara jumped a little as Meeka glared at her and Daria slapped her. It was all forgotten as Daria ordered Meeka to finish her. Meara's mouth formed a 'o' of surprise as she watched Daria climax. She didn't even notice the way Daria was gripping her thigh in that moment.

She found herself panting hard as if she too had just been brought to climax. She hadn't, in fact her sex felt uncomfortable and Meara felt a need from something but had no idea how to voice it. She watched Daria draw Meeka up and was struck by how intimate it was.

"Yes mistress..." Meara moved and only now hissed at the pain in her thigh. She didn't dwell, fearing Daria's anger. She donned the dress Daria had laid out for her the night before and her shoes. Quick, quiet feet took her out of the tent. She cast a last look at the bed before dropping the tent opening.

She wandered, stunned and overwhelmed by what she had seen. She worried that she would not be able to do to Daria what Meeka had done. She had to learn, had to try or she would be sent away. Auctioned to a brothel was not what Meara wanted. Her mind replayed the way Daria had touched her and what Meeka had done. She moved to the edge of the camp, hid behind a few sacks of grain and sat down. Her teeth worried her lower lip as her fingers moved over her thigh where Daria had grabbed her. Fingers and mouth...tongue. She stuck her tongue out and tried to move it side to side and up and down as Meeka had done.

 

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Sorry, posted accidentally. Will return in just a couple of minutes.

 

[SandS13]

Meara almost bit her tongue at the sound of the voice. She had no idea what the feminine voice said at first until the question was repeated in the tongue that Meara spoke.

A beautiful woman stepped around. Meara blushed profusely. "I-I have to practice. I do not know how to do the things the other woman did and the queen she-" The blush deepened and spread down her neck.

 

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"O que buralla é que está a tomo fazer?"

At Meara's dramatic jolt in surprise, the girl who'd spoken to her laughed. She spoke some more in the language that was obviously unfamiliar, then -- in the tongue used by most in and near the Northlands -- apologized, then repeated her earlier question, "Forgive, yes? No mean frighten. I ask … what you do with your tongue?"

Vallaana stepped out from behind the stacks of grain bags to more readily get a view of the girl hiding there … simultaneously presenting herself to Meara. She was a full head taller than Daria's new slave girl and yet thin enough to certainly be of the same weight at Meara or perhaps even lighter; her skin was dark, smooth, and flawless; her bosom was slight, almost nonexistent; her legs were long and thin yet still beautiful, not gangly; and all of this was without dramatic curves as such was Daria's body, yet still had for years caused men to hunger to be close to her and touch her and be the one to lay atop her in the dark of night. Dark eyes and a knowing smile filled out the woman's erotic beauty as she looked down to the girl huddling behind the bags.

Her actual body wasn't the only thing that seemed to show differences between her and Meara. Her almost-not-there breasts were barely hidden by triangles barely large enough to not fit within her palms, made of an underlying layer of soft linen covered by small, overlapping circles of gold-plated metal, almost as if they were some sort of scale armor; a similar and equally small triangle of gold -- inverted compared to the other two -- hid her womanly feature at the meeting of the thighs; thin, golden strings wrapped around her body in an intricate pattern to hold in place these three panels and a fourth, larger one that covered perhaps half of her firm, wonderfully curved buttocks -- the only real curves of her womanly form -- and all of this was beneath a very sheer, also gold tinted, gossamer robe through which her body was well displayed.

"Vallaana," the tall beauty who could have been 16 or 26 Circles old but was actually barely into her 18th year said with a polite smile; she tapped the finger tips of one hand to her breast plate. "Naa-oma … name … Vallaana."

She waited to see if the other girl would introduce herself, then looked to behind Meara and made what looked like an I'm good gesture. Two men -- noticeably not Black Army -- came into the slave girl's view; they would soon be recognized as being Vallaana's kinsmen and protection.

"Come … come!" she said to Meara, offering both hands to help the girl to her feet. "We eat … me, you … eat as one … yes?"

If Meara accepted, Vallaana would lead her to a very different sort of tent, where members of a very different culture -- obviously the tall dark girl's culture -- were preparing very different foods in very different ways than Meara had ever seen.

 

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"M-Meara." She pointed to herself as the woman had done. "Nice to meet you Vallaana." She struggled a little with the name. It did not flow off of her tongue smoothly.

She took the offered hands but there was clearly confusion on Meara's face. Why was this woman being nice to her? Who was she? Who were these others with her? They didn't look anything like the rest of Daria's army. Not even remotely like them.

"Yes. I-" She cast a look back in the direction of Daria's tent. "Yes, thank you." She followed into the tent. Everything from the people, the tent itself to the smells of the food cooking made Meara feel like she was in another part of the world. She pinched the inside of her arm to ensure that she was indeed awake and standing in this exotic place.

"I don't understand...are you a part of the army?" Meara asked as she was led to an area and made to sit.

 

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Vallaana giggled at Meara's question. "Army...? No … not fighter my people."

She spoke to the others in their language, resulting in more laughter. Two men picked up arm-length, finger-thick sticks of hard bread and pretended to sword fight; one man stabbed the other critically in the gut, causing the injured man to open his mouth to moan out the feigned pain, after which the attacker stuffed the bread stick into the open mouth and threw his hands up in victory.

"We traders," Vallaana told Meara. "Islands have many many beautiful things to trade."

She went quiet for a moment, then told the other girl, "Me traded, too. Friend of Queen Daria want beautiful wife … Queen give Father weapons, protect islands … Father give Queen Daria me … Queen Daria give friend me as wife."

She took a plate offered her by an older woman and handed it to Meara, finishing, "Sometimes … wish not be beautiful."

 

[SandS13]

"Traders?" She took the offered plate. "Thank you."

Meara's eyes were on the food. She had never seen anything like it before. The smell was aromatic and strong. Nothing like the things her mother had cooked.

"Wait, your father traded you to marry one of the men in the army?" Meara looked shocked. "Why would your father just give you away for weapons?" She was flabbergasted though she was now a slave so the idea wasn't that far from her own situation. It was the concept that her family had traded her that seemed to hit Meara more.

 

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Vallaana was confused by the other girl's question, and her expression showed it. With an innocent tone that showed she'd grown up in a culture that knew nothing else, she repeated to Meara, "Islands have many beautiful things to trade. I beautiful thing. Father trade. Father, mother make Vallaana, raise me, care for me … make beautiful so one day Father trade for things family needs."

She didn't know how else to explain it to the girl because she didn't know the words arranged marriage; this was just her culture's way, to trade the females when they reached adulthood to men who wished for the most beautiful of bed partners.

"Brother trade, too," she went on, gesturing to one of the men who had previously been watching over her. He was dressed to show off his body as well, with no shirt over his muscular upper torso and only a skirt of woven, colorful, natural fibers wrapping around his waist, groin, and most but not all of the powerful muscles of his buttocks. "Brother be protect Vallaana until day of first bed, then be protect new husband."

 

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"Yes you are beautiful. Just...my father wouldn't have but then maybe if I.." She looked thoughtful. She had never heard of families trading children for goods though some of the families did marry their children to each other to make farms bigger. Maybe it never touched her life because her parents didn't have anything of value to trade.

Meara looked at Vallaana's brother. She felt heat rise in her face as she looked at him. He had no shirt and was made entirely of muscle it seemed.

"You aren't married yet? What will happen to your brother once you are? Does he stay?" Meara was a little confused on how the trading worked but it didn't seem like any of the people would get to see their home again.

 

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Referring to while looking her brother's direction, Vallaana answered, "Naan stay protect husband … what call...? Bodyguard...?"

Having walked from the stack of grain bags back here to their own people's area of the camp behind his sister and the other girl, the 6 foot 6 inch, 250 pound mass of muscle had had an opportunity to ogle the latter female's body without constraint. Standing tall over the two young women now, he ogled her front side as well and found his bit-beyond-average cock hardening at the thought of spending some time behind the bent over slave girl.

"Protector," Naan answered his sister, meaning bodyguard but using his own people's word for the honored position. After setting his gaze upon Meara's bosom, well displayed by the plunging neck line of the gown she'd been given by her Mistress, Naan took a step closer and asked Meara bluntly, "What man take you at night?"

Vallaana looked to Meara for her answer as well, curious in her own way. "Naan wish know who is man who … who you..."

Sitting on a padded block of rock with her bent legs before her, the exotic girl opened her knees wide and pressed the fingers of her hand to her crotch for a visual explanation as she tried to continue her question, "Du-tenarak dracu pe de noapte … put..."

She laughed, not able to find the words without sounding too crude. Vallaana reached to her brother, up under his grass skirt to quite literally grasp his manhood, then finished her inquiry, "Put this in you?"

"I put this in you?" Naan asked, now reaching down to cup his man tool, though on the outside of his skirt. He didn't say it in a crude way; he was simply asking in a friendly way, as if it was some form of being friendly.

"Do man, Meara's man … do he let Meara be other man?" she asked, having absolutely no idea who the girl was in relation to the Queen of this camp.

 

[SandS13]

Meara nodded. It made sense. The man did seemed suited for protecting. He was truly massive. Meara figured if she was to stand next to him her small frame would make her look like a child. The more she looked at him the more she blushed. It felt like it was creeping down her chest down. She wondered if they could see it. She swallowed. She felt far too warm.

"What man-what?" His question shocked her. She was sure she misunderstood.

"Oh, no...no...no man..." Her eyes grew wide as Vallaana reached under her brother's wrap. under Meara felt as if she might faint. She could hear her mother's voice call her wicked for even looking.

"I- no man...never..I -" Her blush deepened even more. "Not touched. Not - slave for the queen. Take care of her needs. Cook, clean...slave." Meara wasn't sure they understood at all. She felt as if she might burst into flames with embarrassment.

 

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Vallaana smiled wide at Meara's reaction to the rather graphic display in which she and her brother engaged in an effort to make the girl understand.

"I- no man...never..I ... Not touched."

The girl's confession to being pure of body was endearing to the girl from the islands. She knew that the people of the continent didn't approach sex in the same way as her people did. Here, there was so much propriety regarding a woman's virginity prior to being wed to a man. It wasn't so much so for men here, though, Vallaana had learned during her short time here. Most men could pretty much fuck any woman who wasn't already married or of the upper classes; sometimes they did those women, too.

Meara went on to explain that she was a slave to Queen Daria. Vallaana knew that the Queen's female slave, a girl named Meeka, was also the monarch's servant in bed. Vallaana didn't know whether to be impressed that Daria had more than one woman available to satisfy her sexual needs; was this simply the way?

"Queen's Attendant … important," the dark skinned girl complimented. Assuming that Meara's primary duties including servicing Daria with her tongue, Vallaana asked, ""You learn how to please in bordella ma de formare ep…? Um … how say … training house for sex...? For Queen, must be best..."

For the first time, the girl from the islands let her gaze drop to Meara's delicious body as her mind was simultaneously thinking of the pleasures of sex. She asked with a big of a hopeful tone, "Are you best?"

 

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Meara's eyes welled up. "I do not know what I am doing." She rubbed her thighs. "I have never...or touched...and then the tub..." It was spilling out of her. She was clearly more frightened mouse than brothel woman.

"I am not the best and she knows that. I do not know why she picked me...that is what I was doing. Practicing what I saw."

A fresh wave of embarrassment washed over her. Meara put her face in her hands. "I did not know women did things with other women or that you could find pleasure in being touched but this morning...with her tongue and the queen..." Meara groaned softly.

 

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Vallaana became concerned as the other young woman began to break down before her. She moved closer and was about to reach out for Meara's hands, but the girl dropped her face into them in despair.

"I did not know women did things with other women or that you could find pleasure in being touched but this morning...with her tongue and the queen..."

Vallaana move closer still, until she was against Meara and could take her into her arms. She talked to her in a soothing tone, telling her things would work out and that she would be fine and other such vague promises that likely weren't true in the least for a village girl like this. While she was holding Meara's head to her minimal bosom, Vallaana asked softly, "Would Meara like be teached?"

She pulled back from the other girl a bit, smiled to her with a friendly expression, and asked, "I teach Meara...? Show do what to please Queen...?"

 

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Meara felt arms wrap around her. She put her head against the woman's chest. "I was shown by the other woman. That is why I was trying to practice but- "

She lifted her head. "You can help me practice?" Large, hopeful eyes looked up at Vallaana. "Anything you can do to help me I would appreciate. She will send me to auction if I don't do a good job."

Meara took Vaallaana's hands. "Please. I would like to learn, I would like to know so I can do it right."

 

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"Yes, I teach … practice," Vallaana said with a sincere, friendly tone and wide smile. She stood, lifting Meara by her hands, and backed toward the elegant tent behind her. She looked to her brother, now speaking with others from the islands, and spoke to him in their language. Looking back to Meara, she explained, "We alone … not bothered … Naan keep others away."

After they'd entered the tent, Vallaana pulled the flaps together and hooked them together with button loops made of small sea shells. Looking about the tent, Meara would find all manner of items reminiscent of an island culture. Even the floor -- which in Daria's tent had been made of sewn-together animal hides -- was covered by a multitude of woven grass mats that while not sewn together hooked together to make one floor because of downward pointing spurs of the plants from which they were made.

"Come," Vallaana said as she invited the other girl to the bed that occupied a good third of the tent's floor area. "Lay."

There was a large, somewhat soft mattress on which four or five people could sleep comfortably; upon it were more than 30 large pillows that were as much for comforting the body as supporting the head and neck. They were very soft, stuffed with the down of a very specific seabird on which the island girl was now laying.

"Meara not hurry," Vallaana began the lesson. She spoke of taking one's time in efectua parrea seducției noc … a performance of seduction, not simply performing sexual acts of pleasure. The girl from the island talked softly and slowly, trying to find all the right words; she began reaching out to Meara's face, her hair, her neck, her collar bone, gently caressing the girl and occasionally asking, "Understand?"

Finally, Vallaana moved up very close to Meara, looked into her eyes, studied her lips, and told her softly, "We start … we kiss … seducției noc … always start with a kiss."

And leaning in slowly, Vallaana ever so gently pressed her lips to those of the village girl. At first, their mouths barely touched; Vallaana withdrew just a hair, then kissed again; withdrew yet again, and licking her lips -- and nodding to Meara that she should, too -- leaned in a third time and ever so slowly led the girl into an extremely slow but ultimately passionate kiss that concluded only after the two had gently played their tongues together and nibbled at one another's lower lips.

"Meara kiss good," Vallaana whispered after she'd pulled back to observe the other girl's reaction. She slowly stood from the mattress, then urged Meara up as well. She told her in that still soft, seductive tone, "Now … learn how remove clothes."

Over the next several minutes, the island girl showed Meara that removing another woman's clothes was far more involved -- and pleasurable -- than simply pulling at a string and letting a gown fall away. Vallaana's fingers and palms never left the other girl's body as they moved all about, untying the three bows holding Meara's clothes closed, pulling fabric away from various curves, guiding the dress down her rib cage, her belly, her waist, her hips, her legs all the was to the floor; nothing fell but was instead shifted down nearer the woven mat until finally Vallaana urged Meara's feet upwards to pull the gown away.

The Queen's future sex servant stood naked before the island bride. It likely had seemed an eternity for Vallaana to strip Meara bare … and yet … it took another eternity for the dark skinned girl to again rise to stand before Meara as she caressed her hands up the slave's body just as slowly as they'd descended earlier. She didn't touch Meara's sex or -- when she was that high -- her now seriously swollen nipples, but Vallaana did touch nearly every other square inch of the young woman's body.

When finally she was standing fully in front of Meara again, she explained how to properly caress another woman's body in between more very intimate kisses. Then, with a smile, Vallaana said, "Now … we learn put clothes on."

After calling in a female servant, the two of them spent almost an hour dressing Meara in the most intricate of garments and jewelry until she looked almost a copy of Vallaana herself. Every touch, every movement -- from Vallaana and the unnamed woman -- had been just as soft and seductive as when Meara had been stripped of her simple dress and shift. And once the village girl was dressed and looking more beautiful than she ever had … Vallaana once again set about ever so slowly and ever so seductively undressing the girl until she was once again standing naked in the beautiful tent.

"Now..." Vallaana said with a pleased smile, "Meara do for Vallaana."

 

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Meara felt drunk. She hadn't had anything to drink but her head felt fuzzy and time seemed to stop. From the moment Vallaana laid her down Meara was no longer thinking about anything outside the tent. She wanted to learn. She wanted to do her best. The problem was, while at first she had been concentrating, the more the dark skinned woman touch her or her lips touched her Meara was no longer able to think.

It was painstakingly slow and sensual. A little voice told her it was wrong...all of it but Meara was too lost in the sensations. Her nipples had grown hard like little buttons on her handful of breasts. Meara felt an odd wetness between her thighs and goosebumps on her skin. Vallaana didn't touch her as Daria did. She didn't put a finger near her sex or anything else like Meeka had done to Daria. She undressed her, dressed her and undressed her again.

Meara was breathing hard. All her senses seemed heightened.

"Alright..." Her voice was a soft whisper.

Meara began to undress her. Her hands moved, less graceful and sure than Vallaana's but she was slow, methodical as her fingers just barely caressed bare skin. She moved around Vallaana easing garments away from skin. The biggest difference was that Meara seemed to be thinking about every move, every caress. It wasn't natural or fluid as Vallaana's had been but it showed patience and a desire to please the woman.

She stood back and looked over Vallaana's body. She was beautiful, exotic....Meara bowed her head and covered her body with her hands. "Did I do alright?"

 

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"Did I do alright?"

The third woman in the tent giggled softly at Meara's question. Vallaana shot the servant a hard look ... but then couldn't help but giggle herself. She stepped forward, telling the village girl, "You fine. Teach more. No, learn more ... make comfort."

Vallaana reached out to take slave's hands, pulling them from hiding the simple beauty's nakedness. "Never hide wonder. Meara wonders be seen by Queen … Queen wishes see what Meara offers."

The island girl dismissed her servant, took Meara's hand, and was leading her toward the bed to continue the lesson. From beyond the walls of the tent, though, the sounds of loud men talking flooded inside. A male voice spoke near the tent flap in Vallaana's language, to which she responded with obvious disappointment.

"Queen man here, return Meara to Queen tent," she explained as her servant returned again and -- without all the slow, patient intimacy -- helped Meara get back into her slip, dress, and sandals. Vallaana said, "Dress. Teach other time … Meara want?"

Once dressed and outside, a not-so-patient Bodyguard snatched Meara by the upper arm and manhandled her across the camp. When they got close to Daria's tent, the Queen and Meeka were standing a few yards away at a tiny, two wheeled cart to which was attached a young, energetic, and also impatient donkey; an older man who looked old enough to be the former sex slave's grandfather held the reins of the animal, trying to keep him settled in place while more of Daria's servants loaded Meeka's bag, bedding roll, and tent.

Meeka was quietly pleading to Daria not to send her away, but the Queen told her, "It is your time to move on."

The loud thunderous sound of a large horse approaching garnered the attention of all. The rider -- a General by his uniform and easily twice Meeka's age -- pulled his beast to a stop just short of the slave girl, announcing that it was time to leave. He tossed Daria a purse full of coins, announcing without shame, "More than a fair price for a slit of such quality and fame."

As the man turned his horse and rejoined his own two bodyguards, also mounted, Daria secretly slid the purse into Meeka's bags while the surprised girl stared on. Daria told her, "Keep this hidden. If ever you can no longer endure your new life, it is enough for you to disappear."

"May I come back to--" Meeka began.

But Daria cut her off, "You must go far away … to the south, or to the islands."

After a few more words and an intimate hug -- initiated by Daria -- Meeka fell in behind the already departing cart, and a moment later the General who'd bought her and his escort rode off up the road, heading to Meeka's new home

Daria turned and caught sight of Meara. She chastised her for not being near, despite having sent the girl away in the first place. She commanded her to go inside to clean and cook.

 

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Meara nodded to Vallaana's question. She did want the woman's help. Her eyes fell on Naan as she was unceremoniously led away. That tent, those people were like another world and Meara wished she could stay there.

She stood by, head down but eyes subtly following what was going on. She felt a pang of regret as Meeka looked to be asking Daria to let her stay. Meara felt a knot form in her throat as the money was exchanged and Meeka was taken away. Would that be her fate one day?

No, she wasn't nearly as skilled as Meeka. He had called her quality. Meara was not that. She felt bad for the other slave but knew her life would be different. Meeka was beautiful and well trained. She would hopefully be treated as such. Meara was simply lucky the queen had even glanced her way.

Her head hung low as Daria made it clear that she was displeased that Meara had not been on hand. Meara did not remind her mistress that she had sent her away. Instead, she noted that being sent away meant she should sit somewhere outside of the tent so she would never disappoint Daria again.

She jumped at the command and headed into the tent. She took care of the food Meeka had brought and set about making tea. The day was spent making food, including soft rolls with a sweet glaze. The whole tent was cleaned. Rugs taken out and beaten, blankets and clothes were washed and hung to dry. Chests were emptied and the contents re-folded. Meara stitched closed holes and ripped seams with small, precise stitches. Candles were tended to, wicks trimmed and wax shaved.

Meara scrubbed the tub, prepped the water and checked on the oils. She wanted everything perfect for when Daria returned for the night.

As the sun dropped, the bed was made with the freshly washed linens. The pillows fluffed and arranged. The candles and lanterns were lit, basking the immaculate tent in a warm glow. The thick stew Meara had made was simmering away and the sweet rolls sat on a platter. She looked around, pleased with the days work. Her curls were stuck to her forehead and neck. She bent over a buck of cold water and washed her face and neck.

 

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Daria didn't return to the tent until after sundown; she had ridden out to check on Lord Kriggen, who himself had ridden out with his Vanguard to confirm a report of a closing enemy military detachment. Daria had arrived just in time to engage the last of the enemy, swinging her sword only once and yet splashing her body and clothes with blood. She entered the tent and put the new slave girl immediately to work drawing another hot bath and undressing her for it.

Once inside the hot water, slinking back into it with her head upon the pillow, Daria ordered Meara undressed to join her and complete the cleansing of her skin and hair. Would she notice anything different in the way the village girl touched her? Or ... was Meara confident enough to attempt to put her new education in action?

 

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Daria didn't want to eat so Meara put the lid on the pot and moved the stew of the direct heat. It would keep warm until after the bath. She prepared the water exactly how Daria liked it. She carefully measured the oil and brought the freshly washed towels and cloths to the side of the tub. She helped Daria undress. There was no sensuality here. The clothes were soaked with blood and Daria seemed determined to be free of them as quickly as she possibly could.

Meara laid the garments out to be washed later in the evening.

A cloth was prepared and Meara quickly undressed at Daria's command. She climbed in the tub. Her attention was on Daria's body. Could she take the lesson Vallaana taught her and put it to use here?

Surely bathing could be done slowly like undressing or dressing. Meara moved close, gently lifting Daria's legs to rest them on her thighs as she knelt between her mistresses parted legs. This time she started low. A hand caressed one side of Daria's calf and the other moved the soapy cloth.

She moved upwards with slow deliberateness. It still wasn't as graceful as Vallaana's hands had been but they were more sure then the previous day.

Meara's hands moved...up Daria's calves, over her knees, up her thighs...

She moved them out to her Daria's hips, avoiding her sex for the time being. She would get a new cloth for when she got there.

Meara moved closer, loosely wrapping Daria's legs around her to allow her easy access to her mistress' stomach. The cloth moved followed by a soft caress to ensure the skin was cleaned. Upwards to her ribs, under her arms and down her arms.

Meara leaned over and let the wet cloth fall to the ground. She used the soap directly in her hands and once they were sudsy she placed them over Daria's breasts. Smooth, soapy fingers moved over the round, supple flesh. She caressed under them, holding them for a moment as her fingers brushed across Daria's nipples.

She hoped she was doing a good job and let Daria's breasts go as her fingers trailed down her stomach once more towards Daria's sex.

 

[PennySaver]

Exhausted from a long day of being the Warrior Queen, Daria slumped back into the tub, letting the slave girl manipulate her legs into place. Despite being a very erotic positioning, Daria mind -- or what part of it could focus -- was solely and entirely set upon the simple joy that was to be had as Meara washed away a day's worth of mud and blood.

As tired as she was, though, Daria very quickly realized there was something different about the girl today; her touch and movements ... and caresses couldn't be explained away as lessons learned from the previous day's bath when Daria herself had taught Meara how to more properly bath her new Mistress.

She opened her eyes and began studying the younger woman as she went about her work. Meara's eyes followed her own hands as they moved about Daria's body; she may have only been a rural village girl, but Meara obviously knew that the lower classes were to limit their direct eye-to-eye contact with their betters. Even so, Daria caught the girl peeking ever so quickly up to her own eyes, as if needing to know of her Mistress's thoughts on this very different treatment.

When Meara set aside the rag, soaped her hands directly, and placed them upon her breasts Daria involuntarily drew a bit deeper breast, swelling her chest outward at the girl. The Queen continued to watch the girl as she gently caressed the firm mounds and their swollen, sensitive nipples, wondering how Meara had so suddenly come to understand how to cause such pleasure.

"Stop," Daria said in barely more than a whisper. When Meara sat back and withdrew her hands to her own lap beneath the water, the Queen asked with a serious but still soft tone, "Where did you learn this...? This did not just ... come to you, slave. How is it that you know to touch me in this way after telling me you'd never bathed a woman before?"

Daria couldn't know that Meara had spent a portion of the day with the island girl who -- with her entourage -- was partaking of the Queen's traveling army for security's sake. She had no reason to even imagine such a thing, as she had no knowledge of the arts that Vallaana had taught her Attendant. So, had Meara simply come to understand what needed to be done? Or ... would she tell of the lessons in seducției noc that had led to her pleasing -- and confusing -- her Mistress this night?

 

[SandS13]

Meara cast her eyes downwards. Her lower lip trembled. She had clearly done it wrong. She had thought Daria was pleased..she had moved in her hands as if pleased with the touch.

"I have never bathed a woman until last night. Today-" She lifted her eyes very briefly and then lowered them. "I was found by the traders, Vallaana she showed me how to touch but not...touch. She said she could help me learn because I was upset. I am sorry mistress. I will do better."