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

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Daria could easily see the trepidation in Meara's face, and she couldn't blame her for it. The life of a slave was often not an easy one, particularly for those not born into it, and to be confronted as she was now by her Mistress with something as personal as this had to make Meara nervous.

Then the girl revealed, "I was found by the traders."

Daria knew of Vallaana, of course; the island girl and her people were under the Warrior Queen's protection until her betrothed arrived to collect her. But Daria knew very little about the young woman, because Vallaana had insisted upon it. The island folk had had little interaction with Daria and her people, and all Daria knew of Vallaana herself was that she was very beautiful and slated to soon be parting her thighs to a man who had vowed his and his own army's loyalty to Daria.

"She said she could help me learn because I was upset," Meara continued. "I am sorry mistress. I will do better."

Daria studied Meara for a long moment, unsure of how to react to learning that her new sex servant had -- on her own and without permission -- received training for a woman she didn't know, a woman not of her culture, a woman who wasn't subordinate to her.

"Proceed," she finally said softly, laying back into her pillow and relaxing once again. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "Proceed ... show me what this woman taught you."

 

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Meara was shaking now. She bit her lip. The bigger problem was that Vallaana had only shown her how to not touch Daria's more intimate areas. She only knew how Daria had touched her for this part.

She swallowed her fear and moved back between Daria's knees. She wanted to tell Daria that Vallaana only showed her sensual caresses, nothing intimate but thought better of it.

She reached down and caressed Daria's thighs. the muscle was hard under her fingers. Meara lifted Daria's legs and once more coaxed them about her body. Her palm pressed on the top of Daria's mound as she had yesterday.

Now though, there was no cloth. Meara looked at Daria's face as gentle fingers began to stroke her outer labia slowly. She let her fingers move inward. Very softly Meara slid her hand up and along Daria's entire sex. Then she stroked downward.

Her lips parted and she made a noise of surprise. The felt a small spot, firmer than the oh so soft folds. A fingertip brushed it and she waited to see Daria's reaction. If she approved then Meara decided she would contnue. She didn't know what else to do but touch her. She remembered Daria's finger moving a bit firmer but Meara was terrified she might cause pain or do something wrong.

 

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Meara's treatment of her sex wasn't the skilled work she would have received from Meeka, and yet Daria did find herself rolling her lower body to meet her new sex servant's manipulations of her clit once she'd found it, toyed with it, and saw the reaction. Without having to tell her, Meara focused herself on that little button of sensitivity, causing Daria to begin moaning softly as the pleasure built within her.

As wonderful as it felt, Daria knew within a couple of minutes that she would not climax at Meara's efforts. The girl was good … she just wasn't good enough yet. The Queen had been well primed by the slave girl's earlier caressing of her body, but … orgasm simply wasn't on the menu tonight.

"Enough," Daria whispered suddenly, reaching a hand to take hold of Meara's. The slave girl quickly took her earlier posture of submission, perhaps even more so, perhaps thinking she'd done wrong? But her Mistress told her softly, "That was nice, Meara … but..."

She urged the girl out of the bath, telling her to add more hot water, then dry, dress, and put together a plate of food. Daria lay there for a long moment, not wanting to get out after the temperature had been raised. She slipped her own hands down between her thighs, to her sex, to her pleasure button … and -- gently at first, then more firmly -- drove herself to a quick orgasm. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as the one to which Meeka had driven her that morning, but it was enough to satisfy her for the moment.

She emerged from the bath, let Meara dry her, ate only enough to keep her belly from rolling during the night, and then shed her long gown to slip into the bed. She waggled a hand to Meara, telling her to strip and come warm her. As the slave girl pressed up against her, Daria whispered, "Tomorrow, you will go back to Vallaana. You will ask her to continue your training."

Within a minute, Daria was soundly asleep … clutching tightly to the body of her new bed partner.

 

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Shortly before dawn, the entire community exploded in activity as the soldiers prepared to break camp. The majority of the Black Army would be pulling out today, heading for the pass Lord Kriggen had discovered and scouted. Half of the tents were taken down, rolled up, and stacked like logs into heavy, four wheeled, ox pulled wagons to be pulled as near the expected battle field as possible. The rest of the tents and most of what was in them would be left here with a Company of men assigned to watch over it.

Although the concept was that these tents would be here waiting for the Army's use upon their return, there was no illusion about the fact that each night the Service Corps -- the men, women, and children who followed the Black Army through its campaigns -- would sneak about the camp at night stealing anything and everything that they could sell or use themselves.

Daria was kept busy with overseeing her Officers, who in turn oversaw their Companies. Her tent would be left here, as would be Meara and two of her other three servants. Daria never took her Attendant -- her sexual servant, at this time Meara -- with her on these quick assaults. She'd found over the years of the wars that the lack of sexual release seemed to enhance her thinking while out on the field. She was still taking a girl to serve her out of bed, though.

The Black Army struck north just before noon. Four wide on foot or two if on horse, it took nearly half an hour for the last of the soldiers of the massive force to begin their forward movement. Daria, who'd been reviewing them as they departed, rode quickly over to her tent where she found Meara awaiting her instructions. The Warrior Queen gave her the expected orders regarding care for the tent and its contents, as well as one to help care for the wife of one of her officers who would be spitting out a baby any day soon.

Finally, Daria gestured a pair of Bodyguards over to the tend, then told Meara, "Go visit your island friend as often as you'd like, but … I don't want you going anywhere without an escort."

Then without anything more, she wheeled Midnight away, tapped her heels into the magnificent beast's sides, and shot off to catch up with Lord Kriggen at the head of the marching army.

 

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Meara thought she was doing well enough but then Daria told her it was enough. She withdrew, kneeling before Daria, head down. She did as she was asked, more water was added and Meara dressed. She made a plate for Daria, the stew and sweet buns still warm. She hoped her mistress would be pleased with the meal.

Daria was dried off, gently and with soft caresses though not sensual ones. Meara was now hesitant to try anything like that. When Daria only seemed to eat out of hunger and not enjoyment, Meara's heart sank. She was sure that Daria was now regretting keeping her and not the other girl, Meeka.

"Yes mistress." It was softly whispered as she laid there and Daria slept.

In the morning, Meara was busy helping to prepare Daria for the campaign. She was relieved when Daria told her to go and visit Vallaana. She had not forgotten and it meant that Meara still had time to learn.

She returned to the tent and began the day's cleaning. There was no need to cook or heat the water for Daria's bath. Everything was swept, scrubbed and shaken out. The bed was made and Meara found herself at a loss of chores to do. She grabbed a bucket with cold water and washed herself down while standing in the tub to contain the water. She then set about cleaning it again so there was no trace of her bathing.

It was afternoon when Meara poked her head out of the tent. The guards Daria had put to watch her were standing there. "I would like to go to the traders tent." She kept her eyes down as she walked past them.

Meara approached the tent slowly. There was a man outside. "May I see Vallaana?" She lifted her eyes briefly so he knew she was speaking to him before returning them to the ground.

 

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To the northwest, in the mountains:

Daria rarely thought of her Attendants when she was away from them, pursuing her goal of conquering all of the continent and putting its entire population under her rule, least of all this new ones she'd had only two days. And yet, when in early evening the marching Black Army reached the pre-scouted location for its first overnight encampment and the servant she had brought with her began her end-of-day work inside the battle field tent, Daria couldn't help but think of young Meara … back there with that island girl in the Traders camp.

After the Perimeter Watch was set and Lord Kriggen had updated her, Daria retired to her tent. She partook of a rather dissatisfying meal, dismissing its quality as being a result of being on the march. Then she partook of an even more dissatisfying bath. This one was performed upon her as she sat in a chair; the servant washed away the dirt and dust of the day's ride with a rag well wetted from a small bucket of hot water.

But it wasn't the lack of her bathtub that left her in such discontent; it was the lack of Meara. The slave girl wasn't yet trained to the degree Meeka had been even before becoming her sexual servant, and yet Daria had high hopes for Meara. The girl had taken the initiative to seek guidance in how to serve her Mistress from another woman, and -- while she had initially been angry that Meara had done so without permission -- Daria had seen that as a sign that the slave girl was going to serve her with distinction.

At day's end, Daria took to her bed with the other slave girl wrapped around her for warmth and comfort … and yet, the Warrior Queen's mind was imagining the absent girl against her instead.

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Vallaana had been happy to hear Meara's voice outside her tent that afternoon and had welcomed her in with joy. They wasted no time in continuing the slave girl's training: Meara told the inquisitive island girl about the previous night with her Warrior Queen; Vallaana critiqued the slightly younger girl's performance, both verbally and physically, having Meara show how she'd touched the Queen and then showing Meara a more intimate way of doing so; they once again very slowly reviewed the dressing and undressing ritual, this time without the assistance of the third girl, with Meara showing great improvement; they bathed one another, first standing and then a second time in Vallaana's smaller, intimate tub; and yet again went through the drying and dressing steps that, to Vallaana's delight, was now often causing the other girl's body to erupt in goose flesh, despite the island girl never once touching Meara's most sensitive, erogenous zones.

"We speak now of food," Vallaana told Meara late in the evening after they'd spent hours on all that had come before. She smiled as she urged a grape between the slave girl's mouth with fingers that caressed Meara's lips, telling her, "Food be way of more seducției noc … make Queen want you eat her … maybe … even make Queen want eat you."

She didn't explain that last part, but Vallaana's goal here with Meara wasn't simply to train the girl to pleasure her Mistress; the island girl had ever hope that soon enough, Daria would find joy in pleasuring her sex slave as well. Vallaana led Meara into a lengthy but slow paced lesson of how preparing, serving, and consuming food could be an act of intimacy, too. They were soon sitting in a stack of pillows very close together, bodies touching, as Vallaana skillfully taught Meara now to feed a second person in a way that would make that second person want to have things not food inside the working lips of those mouths.

"Come to my bed," Vallaana urged when she thought Meara had learned enough in this way. "Begin next lesson."

The island girl stood, helped her tutor to her feet, and set them about undressing one another as Meara had been taught hours earlier. Once naked, Vallaana took the other girl to the soft bed, pulled her tightly to her, and -- as she had that first day -- began kissing her softly, intimately, then after what seemed like an eternity, in the most passionate of ways.

"I make love you," Vallaana whispered to Meara before laying the slave to her back. "I am slave girl this night … you … are Queen."

And with that, the dark skinned, dark eyed beauty from the islands began an hour long seduction that would have her hands, lips, and tongue pleasure every bit of the body of the fair skinned, blue eyed beauty from Greendale … an intimate trek over flesh that would ultimately find Vallaana's mouth wrapped around the quivering folds between Meara's thighs and her tongue ever so gently manipulating the girl's pleasure button.

 

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By the time Vallaana pulled her to the bed Meara wondered if she wasn't drunk or drugged. The way the woman made her feel was extraordinary. Meara strove to do the same for her, repeating her actions, taking in her words and taking them deeply to heart. She wanted to show Vallaana she could learn, show her that her instructions would be heeded.

As Vallaana laid her down, Meara did not understand what she meant by make love to her but she soon learned. Meara had no idea that fingers, hands let alone tongues could feel so good. She was trembling, a sheen of sweat on her pale body as Vallaana manipulated her body to such heights of pleasure that Meara thought she might die of it.

She laid in the blankets unable to move right away. There were tears in her eyes. "I had no idea...do all women do this to each other? Do men do this to each other? Do men do this to women?" She shivered, an aftershock rippling through her body. "Will you let me try?"

Wide, blue eyes stared at Vallaana. She wanted to show her that she was grateful for her instruction but also...for how good she had made her body feel. She reached out to caress Vallaana's arm.

 

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Vallaana had taken her time in driving the village girl to orgasm. It was the way of her culture to extend the pleasure for as long and as deeply satisfying as possible, which was a significant part of the reason why her culture's females were so widely sought after as mistresses and wives.

"I had no idea...do all women do this to each other?"

"No," Vallaana told her softly as she was gently kissing her way up the still quivering girl's body. "Only girls to be man's wife. Like me."

Laying close to Meara, caressing her belly and breasts, Vallaana explained, "Girls my home, learn serve man, some day husband … from when little girl. Not like this … not in bed … not no clothes … but cook … sing … dance … not pleasure..."

Vallaana suckled at one of the other girl's nipples, then teasingly bit on it for a reaction. She engaged Meara in a soft kiss, knowing that her lips and tongue tasted of the girl's sex. She continued, "Some learn serve woman, too … or woman only. I learn man and woman. Husband, mine … man I go to ... he wish me serve him and wife."

There was a ruckus outside, followed by laughter; Naan and some of the other men were betting on each others' acrobatic skills and laughing when one or the other of them failed to stick the landing. "Boys from island learn, too … some."

"Do men do this to each other?" Meara asked.

"Some," Vallaana answered.

"Do men do this to women?"

"Some," Vallaana repeated, smiling and chuckling. "Some both … like me."

She explained to Meara that all boys went through the same non-sexual service training as did all the girls. Like their female counterparts, only a small portion of them -- typically one out of five -- continued on to the sexual training portion of their education after reaching the appropriate age of manhood; those who did not continue went on to fulfill the multitude of jobs found in any similar society.

Those who continued in their training found themselves divided into one of four groups: those who would serve as sexual servants to a male master; those who would be the same for a female mistress; those who would become bodyguards, either for a master, a mistress, or for the girl from their own culture -- typically but not always a blood relation -- who, like Vallaana, was to be the sexual servant); or -- for the most skilled of them -- those who would remain behind in the islands to pass on their training … as well as their genes through breeding.

Vallaana had caressed a hand down Meara's body to begin gently manipulating the girl's pleasure button. The village girl was primed for pleasure, and it only too, a minute or so for the island girl to once again cause Meara to explode in ecstasy.

After she'd come down from her peak, an aftershock rippling through her body, Meara asked, "Will you let me try?"

"No," Vallaana whispered. She smiled at the girl's reaction. "No try. You do. I Queen now … you slave … best slave."

Vallaana giggled as she rolled to her back, pulling Meara atop her. They kissed, caressed … and then the island girl directed the village girl -- when it was even necessary -- until she, too, had enjoyed her own explosions of ecstasy.

 

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Meara realized there was a great deal of the world she did not understand. She wondered if she was deliberately kept ignorant of life outside of her home or if her parents simply knew nothing of the world to teach her.

She had felt grown up before, secure in her role on the farm but now she realized how isolated she had been.

The smile that formed on her lips could not have been held back. Meara had never had another woman to talk to other than her mother. Vallaana was sweet and patient and the things she did to Meara's body were extraordinary.

Her body pressed against Vallaana's. Their mouths met. Meara wanted to show Vallaana she had learned but also her thanks. She kissed her slowly, her hands on her face. Her lips worked down Vallaana's neck. She stopped to gently suck in her skin, nibbling. She liked how soft Vallaana was.

Their breasts pressed together and Meara lifted a little and brushed her nipple against Vallaana's. Pale pink against brown. They were both beautiful and hard. Meara moved downward, her legs between Vallaana's. Her mouth engulfed the firm nipple. At first all she did was let her tongue move over it lazily. The cluster of flesh felt good against Meara's tongue. She flicked it before moving to the other breast and repeating the procedure with the other nipple. She nuzzled between both of the soft globes.

Her hips pressed forward giving Vallaana something to grind against as Meara began to gently suckle Vallaana's left nipple. Her hands went behind the thin, dark skinned woman and held her tightly against Meara's body. Meara could feel Vallaana's excitement, the wet warmth of her sex on her hips. It thrilled the woman to know that she could cause Vallaana to become excited.

She switched breasts, suckling on the right now as she continued to press and softly grind against Vallaana's body.

She began kissing downwards. Now would be the proof of Vallaana's teachings. Meara settled between Vallaana's thighs. She could smell her arousal. Her blue eyes lifted to Vallaana's face and she kept her eyes there as she let her tongue run up the length of Vallaana's slit. Meara was surprised at the taste. With unhurried movements Meara began to lick and explore Vallaana's womanly folds.

She kissed, nibbled and sucked gently on her labia. Her tongue poked and delved into Vallaana's depth. The tip of her tongue tickled and rubbed her clit. She flattened her tongue as Vallaana had showed her and began to slowly lave the hard bud of nerves.

Her fingers began to slip into Vallaana and it was here that Meara was given more direction. Meara was terrified of hurting Vallaana but with a little reassurance her fingers were soon moving steadily as she played with Vallaana's clit with her tongue.

She was extremely pleased when she heard Vallaana cry out the first time. She eased back, making her movements slower once more. Vallaana had made it clear that if you wanted to keep a woman aroused you had to give a lighter pressure right after an orgasm so as not to over stimulate.

Meara had learned that a woman was like the wave in an ocean. Vallaana had had to explain that as Meara knew nothing about waves or oceans. Ebb and flow...peak and dip. In the dip it was best to be gentle, sensual and loving. In a peak or as the peak grew firmer and faster was acceptable. Meara needed to learn to read her partner's body and noise.

She tried now. She kissed Vallaana's sex and lapped up the wetness that had formed from her orgasm. She flicked her tongue over Vallaana's clit and felt her hips lift. She wanted more. Meara granted it to her. Between the movements of her body, her moans and her directions Meara was able to make the beautiful island girl orgasm three more times. The last found Vallaana gripping Meara's curls.

Meara moved, laying beside Vallaana. She kissed her deeply. "Thank you." Her hand slipped between Vallaana's thighs and she rubbed her palm against the slick flesh.

They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

 

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Vallaana laughed aloud when the village girl told her, "Thank you."

"No, thank you..." and as if to remind Meara of why she was getting this education, Vallaana whispered playfully, "...slave."

They lay together, bodies again pressed together, as the girl from the islands whispered compliments to the other. Between kisses, as her body was recovering from her fourth orgasm, Vallaana said, "I am best teacher … for you … you are best learner. Queen Daria be pleased with Meara."

They curled up in one another's arms and were soon asleep. Vallaana's last thought was that she wished she could keep Meara for herself. But then, she was barely more than a slave herself, sold for the most part to a man who surely would never show her the joy that her student had just shown her...

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Vallaana caught movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up from brewing a tiny pot of root tea over the little fire. She smiled at the still exhausted looking and yet beautiful girl, saying, then asking, "To wake, sleepy head. Hungry?"

She gestured to one of her simple shifts laying near Meara, telling her she could wear it rather than going through the whole process of donning the multiple items of clothing in which she'd been dressed when she arrived the night before. Vallaana told her, "Meara not dress yet. Next lesson after eat."

The servant who'd helped Vallaana teach Meara the dressing/undressing routines came in and helped the two other women put together a breakfast. A few minutes later, Naan entered the tent as well. With her brother becoming involved in the preparation of their breakfast, his betrothed sister began discussing the very intimate details of what the two girls had done the day before without any regard to the mixed genders sitting about the fire.

For his part, Naan simply sat there in silence eating; oh, he occasionally glanced between the two girls -- the other servant had left with her own bowl of food -- and sometimes even let his gaze drop to Meara's body, the curves of which were not entirely hidden by the thin shift with the plunging neckline and almost waist high slits up each side. But other than that, he simply ate and listened and -- to Vallaana's occasional inquires of him -- nodded or shook his head in silence.

They finished, and the servant returned to collect the dirty dishware in a large wooden bowl, taking it away for cleaning else where. Vallaana engaged her brother in a conversation in their own language; she often looked to Meara with a sly smirk, while Naan only glanced between the women responding to his sister's questions and comments with short, often one word answers.

"Come," Vallaana told Meara as she stood and grasped the girl's hand. She led the other girl to a cushioned stool, sat her upon it, leaned in to give Meara an intimate kiss, then told her, "New teach. You sit … watch … learn."

As she was moving Meara and instructing her, Naan had stood and walked near. The man was both tall and big and made of rolling muscles that abounded in his torso, his arms, his legs. When he was within reach of Meara, Vallaana pulled at the woven, skirt-like clothing tied around his waist, hiding his lower body, causing it to fall away to the mat floor.

In a flash, the village girl who had likely never before seen one, found her face level with and well within reach of a larger than average, thicker than average cock that was beginning to harden with anticipation. The islanders practiced circumcision, so the purplish-red head of Naan's cock was well displayed as blood flooded it and the veined shaft leading up to it.

"You see before?" Vallaana asked, wondering about Meara's knowledge of and experience with the sexual parts of the opposite gender. She continued with the next obvious question before Meara had had a chance to answer the first, "You touch before?"

 

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Meara wondered just how much of a mess her hair was. No one seemed to care though. She pulled on the dress that Vallaana indicated and watched as the breakfast was prepared. Her face was warm as they ate and she occasionally found Naan looking at her. Between that and the parts of the conversation she understood, Meara had to keep reminding herself that the things she had learned were how they were brought up. They didn't find the conversation strange or embarrassing because they had been taught, raised to do such things and strive to be the best at them.

She sat on the stool as Vallaana directed. Her eyes went wide as Naan came closer. Her hands gripped the edge of the stool. She had no idea what Vallaana was intending to show her. Her chin lifted and Meara looked up at Naan. He was the largest man she had ever seen. She felt tiny in his shadow.

Meara paled as Vallaana removed her brother's covering. She had never seen a male naked save her little brothers as babies.

A feather could have knocked the village girl over. Her eyes went wider as his manhood seemed to grow before her very eyes. It was getting thicker, bigger...standing straight out.

Meara shook her head. "No." She breathed the word out. "No I haven't." She gripped the stool harder, hurting her fingers. She looked up at Naan. Did it bother him to stand there like that?

 

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Vallaana couldn't help but giggle at Meara's response to suddenly having a stiffening cock dangling at eye level before her. She dropped to her knees beside the other girl, wrapping an arm around the sex slave's waist to pull her tight to her.

"No fear, Meara," she tried to calm the other girl. She added with vague meaning, "Teaching."

Vallaana reached to Meara's nearest hand, taking it in both of hers and doing her best to pull it from the edge of the stool to which it had become clamped. She kissed Meara on the cheek as she massaged the hand, trying to get the other girl to relax. As she urged Meara's hand upward, Vallaana said softly, "Touch … feel … you learn man, too."

 

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Vallaana was behind her. Meara was trembling. If that was what men looked like she was glad she had not married yet. He was so...big she was sure something like that would hurt her.

Her hand relaxed under Vallaana's touch and she let her move it upward. "Oh, but...what if...what if he doesn't want me to-to-"

Her eyes lifted to search Naan's face. Her hand was held out less then an inch from his erect cock.

 

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"Oh, but...what if...what if he doesn't want me to-to-"

As Meara's eyes lifted to search Naan's face, his hand came down to join his sister's in gently urging the slave girl to touch him. He curled Meara's fingers around his shaft, drawing a noticeably deeper breath as the sudden feel of her cool skin against his very warm manhood.

"He does," Vallaana said unnecessarily now. As Naan pulled his hand back, his sister guided Meara in slowly exploring the now rock hard shaft from head to base. She led the village girl in this new learning in the same unhurried way in which she'd taught Meara about her own body. She spoke to her brother in their language, then rose taller on her knees to put her face level with his erection. She said softly to Meara, "Watch … learn."

And grasping the base of her brother's cock in her own hand, Vallaana licked her lips … opened her mouth … and took the now bulbous head of Naan's manhood in between her lips. She sucked on it for a moment, causing her brother to draw a deep breath, then release it with an obvious moan. She pulled her face back, smiled with obvious joy, then pulled back a bit to give Meara space.

"You do," she said without any concern that just maybe this was a bit outside the other girl's comfort zone. She smiled wider, finishing, "Naan like."

 

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Meara was shocked as Naan's large hand reached out and took hers. He moved her fingers so that her hand now wrapped around as much of his cock as it could. It looked petite and pale against his skin.

Vallaana guided her through touching and stroking Naan. Meara marvelled at how warm the flesh was, how she could feel the veins and even his heartbeat in it. It was spongier then she expected. The way it stood up she had expected it to feel like wood. It was hard but soft. The contrast made her curious but it also caused her sex to grow wet.

Meara once more looked stunned as Vallaana took her brother's manhood in her mouth. Her mind reeled. Meara looked up at Naan. He had moaned in a way that made Meara's nipples hard. Her teeth worried her lower lip for a moment before Meara gently took his manhood in both of her hands and let her lips slide over the head. Her tongue licked at little trying to wet her bottom lip more and succeeded in brushing the sensitive underside of the head of his erection. Very softly Meara sucked. Goosebumps formed on her skin.

She kept her hands in place as she removed her mouth. "Like that?" She whispered.

 

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"Yes, learn well," Vallaana responded after looking up to find her brother nodding his approval. She moved in to replace Meara again, saying, "Watch … learn."

Licking her lips again, the island girl took much of Naan's length into her mouth with obvious skill and experience. She pulled back after a moment, lapped at some of the spittle left behind, then took her brother's length almost entirely into her mouth and throat, though slower this time. Her head moved back and forth several times before she pulled back entirely and smiled up at her brother, who'd been drawing deep breaths and moaning once again.

"You do," Vallaana said to Meara. "Careful teeth … hurt."

She opened her mouth, curling her lips in odd ways, before giving the other girl a lesson on how to do this without biting Naan's sensitive manhood. It seemed all so instructive and not in the least inappropriate to Vallaana to be training Meara in how to properly suck her brother's cock.

 

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Meara watched, fascinated as Vallaana seemed to be able to take him into her mouth. He was so big!

She nodded. "Teeth hurt..." She curled her lips or rather tried to as Vallaana was showing her. Large, blue eyes looked at Naan almost apologetic. Meara wasn't sure she could make him moan as Vallaana.

Once more her hands wrapped around his erection. Her tongue wet her lips and then the head of his cock. She figured if both were wet it might make her lips slide easier. Slowly she eased her mouth over his manhood. He hit the back of her tongue and twitched. Meara pulled back, saliva forming a strand between her mouth and flesh of his cock. Amazed she looked up at Naan. Then, remembering what Vallaana had done she licked him before once more moving taking him into her mouth.

This time Meara took him in as far as she could. She pushed a little too. far and her gag reflexed kicked in forcing her to try and swallow around him. Her eyes brimmed with tears. She pulled back a little and began to move her head back and forth as Vallaana had. She moved in slow, measured actions. She wanted to ask if she was doing it right but also did not want to stop. Meara was determined to get him in as Vallaana had. She time she pressed forward she tried to get him a little deeper.

 

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When Meara gagged on her brother's large cock again, Vallaana urged the girl away, stood, and took a hand of each. She led them both to the bed, gesturing Naan to lay down. She urged the slave girl to the opposite side of the muscular man and then dropped to her knees at his side, telling Meara to do the same.

"Better," she said speaking of their new positions. Before once again swallowing most of her brother's cock, Vallaana said again, "Watch … learn."

This time, the island girl seriously went to work on sucking her brother's cock. Her head bobbed up and down, slowly at first and yet taking in almost every inch of Naan's massive member. At the same time, her left hand caressed the tensed muscles of his belly and groin as her right hand gently rolled his balls in her fingers.

The effect on the man was obvious. His moaning had increased to obvious levels, and he lifted his lower body an inch or so to meet his sister's oral service of him.

Vallaana pulled away, grasping and stroking Naan's shaft as she told Meara, "Do."

 

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She thought she had done a poor job when she felt Vallaana's hands pull her away. She looked down at her feet, wanting to mutter an apology but her hand was taken and she was led to the bed. Meara knelt as directed. She watched, marking what Vallaana did with her hands and how Naan seemed lost in the actions.

Meara was surprised when Vallaana stopped. It seemed that Naan's moans were getting more intense and there was a sense of urgency that Meara felt in her own body. She wanted to reach out, touch him and help urge him to find his peak but she didn't. She looked at Vallaana.

Meara nodded and took his shaft in hand. She licked her lips and slide him into her mouth. It was easier but awkward as he was now sideways in her mouth. Meara lifted her head and shifted to between Naan's legs. She bent her head down and took him in.

Now she was leaning rather than straining forward. Taking him in was easier. She began to bob her head slowly. Once she had that action down she moved her hands. One reached down to fondle the odd sack of skin. She found it contained two firmer orbs inside. She was gentle, unsure of the movement but held them all the same.

Meara swallowed around him, pushed down as her other hand reached up. She placed it on his abdomen, palm splayed as if holding him there though there was no force behind it.

Now as she swallowed she took a deep breath and lowered more. Her nose touched his pelvis and she knew she had taken every part of him in. Meara resumed the slow, deep bobbing of her head as her hand gently fondled his balls.

 

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Vallaana couldn't prevent a pleased smile from spreading her lips wide. Her student had taken to her lesson with eagerness and willingness; only the most dedicated of girls and boys from the islands ever performed so incredibly as was Meara now.

Speaking again to her brother in their language and receiving a nod in response, Vallaana moved closer to Meara and began speaking softly to her, encouraging her to continue as she was, to listen to Naan's moans, to interpret his body language in an effort to know exactly which action she was doing made him feel the best. She separated Meara from her brother's cock, taking her turn at sucking and licking him before again putting the other girl to repeating the new act. She wrapped one of her hands around the one Meara was cradling Naan's balls in and showed her a better way to pleasure them; it was slightly more energetic, but performed correctly caused intense pleasure without the fear of harming the man.

"Do again," Vallaana told Meara, indicating for the girl to again begin taking Naan's full length into her mouth and throat. "Do Naan all."

Once again, Vallaana's smile widened; she wished she could have Meara for herself, as her Charge or even her Personal Attendant as the girl was a natural when it came to sucking a man's penis. Even though the island girl was legally going to become the wife of one of the Noblemen with whom Daria had made an important treaty, Vallaana knew she would realistically be little more than the man's sexual servant. Worse than that, she would likely end up pleasuring her husband's male friends and future treaty partners, making Vallaana little more than a whore.

Having another female as her partner in this life, a female who could fully take into her mouth a cock as large as her brother's, would have taken a great deal of the pressure off of Vallaana. Of course, that would only make Meara the whore. None of this mattered, though; Meara had a Mistress, and -- while she was known for going through four or five of them each year and then selling them off -- Daria wasn't known for sharing her Attendants with others while they were in her service.

Vallaana spoke to her brother again in their tongue; he was near to orgasm, she could see and hear, and she wanted him to play nice when that time came. To Meara, she said, "Keep do … not stop … not slow … Meara remember feel good...? Meara remember body blow … like volcano...?"

Luckily for Vallaana, that description worked because to the east of this place there actually had been a volcanic eruption a handful of years ago, something which Meara might be able to compare to how the climaxes she'd had with Daria and more recently with Vallaana might feel.

She continued, "Naan do soon … Naan explode … you make do … make Naan explode--"

Meara pulled her head up, to make an inquiry or in fear of the explosion was unknown. Vallaana urged the girl right back to work, then continued, "Meara make Naan explode good … do good thing … but … different from Meara volcano … Naan explode … make lava … white lava … okay to make … okay for Meara lava in mouth … Meara make Naan lava in mouth is good learn..."

Vallaana couldn't have any idea whether or not Meara had any idea about what she was rambling, but it was too late to explain it any further as Naan's entire body tensed up, he drew a deep breath, grunted a bit as the pleasure rose quickly, reached a hand to the back of the slave girl's head … and erupted like that distant volcano, shooting white lava into the back of her mouth.

 

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Meara listened and focused on listening to Naan's moans and the way he moved under her. She adjusted her hand as Vallaana showed her. It seemed that Naan liked it.

Meara did as Vallaana said and pushed Naan all the way in her mouth. She sucked and swallowed around him as best as she could.

Make Naan explode...do good... Meara eagerly kept up her task. She found she rather enjoyed the noises he was making. Much like she had enjoyed the noises Vallaana made. She knew she was doing a good job.

Meara feared she had hurt him as Naan tensed but he grunted and a hand was on her head. Meara couldn't move. Something hot and oddly salty was flooding her mouth. His cock was twitching. And it took a moment to figure out it was like when Vallaana's sex had spasmed around her fingers.

Fearing she might somehow drown on the fluid in her mouth, instinct kicked in and Meara swallowed in rapid movements of her throat. She did not move away though and licked his cock. He tasted different than Vallaana. She found it surprising that it tasted good. His hand held her and being a good slave, Meara made no motion to move.

 

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Vallaana's attention moved back and forth between the faces of her brother and her student. Naan's head was back, his eyes closed, his mouth opened as he grunted out his delight at emptying his balls into the slave girl's mouth. The girl from the islands actually found herself feeling a bit jealous, as she was the one who more often than not was causing her brother such euphoria. Under the direction of her mother, Vallaana had learned how to orally pleasure a male with the availability of her brother's cock. It had begun as duty, of course; once trained, though, it has become something they did out of pure pleasure.

Looking to Meara, Vallaana found a much different reaction, of course. She knew very well what her brother's white lava tasted like. He had a strong, salty flavor going down, with an even stronger aftertaste that Meara would be experiencing in a moment. Once again, Vallaana found herself absolutely amazed at the slave's performance. Naan had cum in her mouth half a dozen times before she'd been able to force herself to avoid spitting and instead swallowing his discharge. Meara, though, had kept her mouth around the man's leaping cock throughout his entire orgasm … swallowed every drop … and then begun licking him clean.

"Hold," Vallaana said, wrapping her fingers around Meara's hand that had hold of her brother's shaft. She squeezed and lifted the girls hand, explaining, "Like milk goat … but … up … not down. Meara had lifted her mouth away from Naan's erection by now, and Vallaana pointed a finger to the last drops of the man's semen as it emerged from the tip. She went on, "Milk, lick … milk lick … 'til no more."

A panting Naan asked simply, "Fuck?"

"No," Vallaana responded, before telling him in their language that he couldn't have intercourse with the girl. She looked to Meara, and not knowing if she knew the coarse word for intercourse explained as she took hold of her brother's cock, "Naan want put this inside there..."

She reached a hand to cup Meara crotch from outside the dress. "Think Queen Daria not like."

Vallaana returned to speaking to her brother for a moment, then looked back the slave girl and said, "But if Meara wish … watch Vallaana, Naan fuck...? Watch … learn for maybe some day?"

 

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Meara gathered her saliva around his cock and continued to swallow. He removed his hand and Meara was able to pull her head up from him. She did as Vallaana directed and continued to work his shaft, licking away anything that dripped out.

Meara looked absolutely terrified at the idea of anyone having intercourse. She shook her head, tears in her eyes and it was clear that she was overwhelmed.

Vallaana said something to Naan and urged Meara off of the bed. Naan stood and passed them gathering his wrap from the floor. Meara kept her eyes turned down.

The siblings spoke to each other and Naan left them.

"I should go and clean the Queen's tent. I do not know when she is returning." Meara looked up. "Thank you for everything."

 

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Vallaana could see the sudden panic in the other girl's face. Meara had already been through so much since meeting the islanders; it didn't surprise Vallaana at all that that last step of intercourse was just one step too far. She spoked to Naan, who donned a disappointed expression. But he stood, dressed, and departed without complaint.

Meara explained her need to go, to which Vallaana quickly engaged her in a sort of review of not just what had happened here in her tent over the past 12 hours but of how the girl felt about it. She was pleased to find that Meara was happy they'd gotten together.

"Queen be happy Meara learn," Vallaana reassured her. "Queen want to keep you longer than others before."

Without all of the intimate caressing, Vallaana helped Meara dressed and sent her on her way. Before Meara was too far away, the island girl said with a hopeful tone, "Hope see Meara one day soon.

Vallaana watched the girl head away into the camp, followed closely by the Black Army guard who had had to sleep outside of the tent near a Watch fire because he'd been told he couldn't leave Meara unguarded. As Meara vanished, Vallaana turned to her brother with tears welling in her eyes. She told him she would miss the slave girl … then told him in their own language, "Okay, let's pack up."

Vallaana hadn't known how to tell Meara that today was the day her soon-to-be-husband arrived … and took her away.

 

[SandS13]

Meara didn't know what Valllaana meant by keeping her longer than the others but she felt bolstered that Vallaana said the queen would be happy with her.

"Of course! I will be back tomorrow!" Meara called back to Vallaana.

As she walked back to the tent she began to wonder how long Meeka had been the queen's slave and how many others there had been. Had they all been sold away? Meeka had gotten a fairly high price. Meara knew she was not nearly so valuable. She would need to ensure she was considered valuable.

Back in the queen's tent Meara bathed with the bucket of cold water and then set to work washing her dress. She was naked but none would come in the tent. She napped, swept, dressed when her clothes were dry. She ate meagrely. The cold stew she had made, the now hard sweet buns. She had had worse.

The next day after the morning chores were done she went out to see Vallaana. Her stomach fell as she saw nothing but ground where the lavish tents had been. She looked around frantic. She tried to ask but the guards ignored her, one even smacking her away like she was pest.

Meara laid on the floor of Daria's tent and sobbed until she fell asleep.

The next day, eyes swollen and tears still falling she cleaned once again. The metal in Daria's tent shone as if new. Not a speck of dust was on anything, a hard feat in an army camp.

The next day found a downcast Meara wandering the camp. She checked on the livestock and then wandered by the stockade. Her blood ran cold. All the prisoners, all the others from her village were gone. Gone as if they never existed. She stumbled back to the tent. She was greeted by noise. The boy she had helped was snooping looking for food. Meara ran to him, hugging him tightly. Tears flowed.

"Let go- too tight!" The boy struggled.

"Where is everyone?"

"Gone." He shrugged.

"What's your name?"

"Henry."

"Meara. You will stay here with me."

The next few days were a blur. She cleaned the tent and looked after Henry.

On the seventh day since Daria had left Meara was woken and told to start packing the tent up. The girl nodded and began taking things down, folding the blankets, rugs and tapestries. Every time she tried to ask questions she was ignored or worse, batted at. Meara kept her mouth closed, put Henry to work until the tent was down and there was no sign of the camp having been there except trampled ground.