Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 21:05:35 -0400
From: merdement@yahoo.com
Subject: Empire Ch.1

Chapter I  "The Meeting"

Dear reader,

This story, and those that may follow, involve a place, time and people
that never were. There will be a healthy dose of lesbian erotica; plus
some BD/SM, non-consensual, adult-youth and possibly some (gasp) hetero
as the plot progresses. Any comments -- good or bad -- are very welcome
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without feedback. BTW, being the first installment, this piece has a bit
more background before it heats up to the proper level, read on and bear
with it. There is a payoff.

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Enjoy,

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Choura looked out over the sumptuous expanse of greenery and flowers
that comprised the gardens of the Imperial Palace. The noonday sun,
glinting off reflecting pools and gilded statues lit the chrome-bright
planes of her breastplate so she shone like a small sun herself. Stray
beams played off her gold-embossed faceplate, casting mirror images of
its terrible visage on the marble walls. She shook her head.
"I don't understand the Queen's interest in these people," she said.
"How can a culture be worth her attention when they put such attention
into so much ...frippery?"
"They are powerful," said her superior, Yassine. She looked out of the
other side of the long, open air causeway they stood on. "Their might
stretches over much of the continent and their desires stretch further."
"Look at the gold on that statue," Choura said. "I could outfit an
entire war party. That statue is wearing an entire light cavalry
division worth of horses."
Yassine's eyes didn't waver from the sights below her. She too was
wearing her finest battle armor. But like the statues her second gawked
at, she was perfectly immobile. "We are here to make friends with them,
to cement the pact between `Amma Khan and Emperor Magda. A real alliance
with the Donai can give the Sisterhood stability."
Choura spun on her heel, "Stability? What stability can this upstart
nation lend to us? We are five thousand years of unbroken tradition. We
are the rock that has stood while the grasslands of this continent have
come and gone. We are permanence. Everything and everyone else is
fleeting."
Yassine's eyes remained on the horizon. Her battle helm hid whatever
emotion her voice did not evince. "I see saffron and tea; silk and
poetry."
Choura strode to her captain and looked over the vista she was so
entranced by. Over the other side of the causeway, the business and
custom of Donai was in full movement. Men, women, horses, pack animals,
carts and kiosks collided in the process of everyday commerce in the
so-called "jewel of the empire." The cries of touts and fishwives
reached even the high towers of the imperial palace.
"What are you talking about?"
"A ship has pulled into the harbor. It's Emyrrean," Yassine said as she
pointed to a short freighter coming into the interdiction zone. Harpoon
gunners and catapult teams tracked their entry, wary of any sign of
aggression. As its azure sails dropped, riders astride dolphins attached
ropes to its bow so that teams of men could pull it to shore. Sailors
skated down the lines from the tallest masts to the deck below as the
ship was pulled in closer. "That's a trader from Emyre, the largest
spice market in the middle deserts. They're probably carrying a load of
silk and their fine acrobatic horses. Probably a sizable load of hashish
as well."
"Silk is for whores and dancing horses are fit only for circuses,"
Choura spat. "We are Amazons; what need have we for these things?"
"None, though the horses are fine to ride," Yassine said, turning for
the first time to Choura, "But that's not what you should be aware of.
Look to the seas."
Choura looked out, squinting at the harbor through her helm.
"Look at the ship," Yassine said. "That vessel would never put to port
on the island. No silk, spices or horses ever come to the island from
Emyre. As you well know, no ships ever comes to our home."
"Do we need such things?"  she asked. "What need have we ever had for
horses that weren't born on the island? Aren't ours the strongest in the
world? Whose spices compare with ours? Is there another land which grows
the dreaming flower? All my life for the Queen and more at that, but I
don't see the reason in this. We don't need these people!"
Yassine exhaled slowly and looked out at the harbor again, "Times have
changed. We are no longer the sole mistresses of the sea. The Caliphate
of Emyre and others have built comparable navies and are sending their
wares to all corners of the world. The barbarians of the northlands have
sent raiding parties all along their continent in flimsy longboats, with
some success. Simply put, we are being left behind."
"Would anyone dare send a force against us?"
"It won't be long," she said. "We can no longer indulge in the luxury of
isolation. If we are to survive we must make some strategic alliance in
the region. Donai is the first, best choice. The Queen has said this, it
is our duty to make the Empress our ally. She has unparalleled military
forces in this region. Kaleda is our best hope."
Choura fingered the haft of her war axe, something she did when her
anxiety overcame her composure, "Doesn't this signal weakness?" she
asked. "Doesn't this gesture tell the world that we are vulnerable?"
Yassine turned to her lieutenant and laid a hand on her armored
shoulder. Her voice, cast through her grinning demon's face helm, came
confident and soothing.
"The Donai empire needs the Amazons, they can't pretend to control the
seas without us at their side," she said. "By allying with them we will
gain strength and get security. Our way will survive."
Choura wasn't reassured and spread her hands in a gesture of
desperation. "But they are men!"
"The empress would argue over that."
"Kaleda is one woman in a society built by men. We don't even know if
she has any real power over her husband," she spat the last word. "Even
the older nations of the east are falling under Atraeon's boot. He is
feared on the Great Continent. What if he is the real power?"
"Then we deal with Atraeon," Yassine said as she regarded her oldest
friend. "Our way must survive."


*******


"Announcing Princess Yassine, Heir to the Throne of Amazonia, Voice and
Will of the Most-Royal Sister Queen Hippolyta of Amazonia, and her
retainer."
With those words from the brightly-dressed herald, Yassine and Choura
entered the great hall of the Imperial Palace. Their armored feet made a
flat clacking noise on the marble floor that echoed off walls covered
with rich tapestries and flanked by enormous columns.
Yassine heard about the hall at the knee of her grandmother, Amma Kahn.
When she was there nearly one hundred years before, the palace was still
unfinished and she was the warrior queen who ensured that Donai would
exist long enough for it to be completed. Looking now at its glory, she
felt a little vicarious pride that one of her blood made sure such a
majestic thing was preserved and completed.
>From the great gilded doors to the open-air balcony behind the seat of
power, the hall was a hundred yards wide, almost half that wide and tall
with an arched ceiling. The floor itself was inlaid with designs of sea
dragons and lions made from jade and ivory. Six great statues lined the
sides of the room, each ten times taller than an Amazon. Their faces
stared down at the ornate floor beneath.
At the statues great feet was a thing of legend: the Amber Throne. Large
enough to seat someone twice human size, it was fashioned entirely from
the precious substance. Sunlight passing through its high back cast a
golden glow down upon the great seal that was set into the floor -- also
of amber but shot through with ivory, jade and a blue stone Yassine
supposed could be lapis. The throne from which power flowed across the
continent further and further every day was everything her grandmother
told her it was.
And on it, almost as an afterthought, sat Empress Kaleda.
"View ye now the Empress Kaleda of the Amber Throne, Absolute Ruler of
Donai and the wellspring of the Empire!" the herald's voice rang out
again.
Kaleda was not quite so tall as the two Amazons before her, and it was
hard to guess her age. Sky-blue eyes glittered over high, sculpted
cheekbones wreathed by sleek golden hair that reached just below her
shoulders. Her skin was tanned by sun and sea air. She wore a shimmering
blue dress the same hue as her eyes accented by gold at the neck and
hems. Her breasts were more than ample for a frame, suggested by her
bare arms, which was lean and slightly muscular. Her striking beauty
almost drew the eye away from her crown.
Almost.
The crown of the Imperium was carved from a single ruby. The inch-wide
band circling her head was topped by three faceted points in the front,
the middle one being the highest.
"Welcome to Our home, honored guests," she said, her full lips revealing
perfect white teeth. "What news of Our sister, Amazonia?"
"She is well and hopes the same of you, Donai," Yassine said,
remembering the way the royalty here referred to themselves as their
nations when speaking officially. "With her good wishes she has sent a
gift for you and your..Emperor."
Yassine wanted to kick herself for the pause she employed and was
thankful that her faceplate was down. Choura removed a linen-wrapped
pack from her back and handed it to her. As she began to unwrap it and
head up the steps to the throne, the air before her warped with blue
light as something pushed her back forcefully.
"Roquan, these are Our guests," the empress said.
Choura, ax halfway over her head and advancing swiftly, was lifted off
her feet by an invisible force. Startled, Yassine noticed a short man in
garish tattered robes standing a few steps down from the throne. He held
his hands before him in gnarled talons. A mage; Yassine thought.
"Anything wearing that much metal needs to be watched closely," Roquan
said. "You can see that the other is a dangerous sort, Empress. I
suggest you let me handle this particular affair of state and you repair
to a less, soon to be gore strewn, chamber."
Kaleda rose, "Release them, Roquan. We don't care for this sort of
display."
"But that one bears a weapon!" The mage, who seemed to be wearing a
hundred different garments, began to glow with a light blue corona which
trailed off into undulating tentacles. His dress was ridiculous, but his
demeanor was deadly serious.
The empress walked down the dais from the throne to stand before
Yassine. Despite having a full three inches on her, and at least eighty
pounds, the Amazon found the woman intimidating. The aura of Power, her
grandmother had called it, rulership without it is impossible. She held
out her hand.
"It's a sword," Yassine said as she handed the bundle over to Kaleda.
"Mother had it crafted just for this meeting."
Removing it from its wrap, she pulled the blade away from its scabbard
and admired its gleaming length. Straight in the Amazonian style, it's
edge was slightly grooved for opening  terrible wounds while the other
side was rounded -- for cracking bones through armor. She fingered the
engraved pommel with appreciation.
"Beautiful, It's similar to her own sword, Cold Sister," Kaleda said.
"We are honored."
Yassine started to launch into the story of the creation of the sword,
that it indeed was patterned after the Amazon Queen's symbol of office,
when the empress started to uncoil her fine blue robes. Her words died
in her mouth as Kaleda's bare breasts swung free. The full, tanned
globes were topped by slightly darker aureole. Choura, who had been
cursing and struggling against the force that held her helpless inches
above the floor, went silent.
Standing away from the Amazon, the empress swung the sword back and
forth in long arcs. She threw the light silk into the air and with three
vicious strokes, slashed the garment to tatters.
The sight of Kaleda, possibly the most powerful monarch on the
continent, standing bare breasted with a sword in her hand quickened
Yassine's pulse. She turned the sword a few more times in the air before
walking back toward the amazon, "We don't think the Emperor will much
like it, he cares more for a curved blade." She laid the sword over her
shoulder as she smiled. As the metal touched her skin, her nipples
became hard and poked toward Yassine, "But We are well-pleased with it
and thank Our Sister."
"Accept it with her affection," Yassine croaked.
The slightest tip of Kaleda's head summoned a young woman in a similar
dress to her side, she handed the sword and scabbard to her and turned
over to the mage. "Roquan, assist me."
The shredded remains of the dress swirled along the ground as if caught
by a sudden whirlwind and leaped into her waiting hand. She took the
silk, once again whole, and draped it casually around her neck. She put
a warm hand on Yassine's inner elbow, one of the few parts not covered
by armor, and led her along toward the large balcony.
As the two walked away, Roquan let his aura slip away and gently lowered
Choura to the floor. His smile was tight as he walked toward her, hands
clenched tightly behind his back. His skin tone reflected a desert
heritage, but his light hair and dark-ringed eyes pointed in other
directions simultaneously. His voice came quietly, though there was no
one close enough to hear, "The royal court is used to different
behavior, I suggest you learn better etiquette before entering this
chamber again."
Choura's indignation was apparent, "No one behaves that way toward the
future Queen of Amazonia. Remember that mage!"
"Were the emperor's guard here, the cleaning wenches," the last word
came with emphasis, "would be telling a fantastic tale for some years to
come."
The Amazon drew herself up to full height, far taller than the riot of
colors standing like a man before her, "I will not allow her to come to
harm. Come the demons of the Hells, I will not allow that to happen."
"I'm glad you understand the stakes," Roquan said quietly.


******


"It is good that our peoples are fulfilling the promise of our
ancestors, albeit so long after their passing."
Kaleda's words came as they stood under the bright midday sun. Whatever
tensions her mage labored under, she was oblivious. Yassine decided to
go with the mood.
"Hippolyta thought that sending the emissary in time for the Mother's
Night ceremonies was an elegant touch," She said. "And she was so
well-versed in the traditions."
The empress looked out over the hills of her sprawling city and laughed,
something which again revealed her breasts to the open air, "We
deliberately sent her a month ahead of time so that she would arrive
well before the celebration. They ran so far off course that they were
almost out of food and water by the time they found their way to
Amazonia."
Yassine snapped her faceplate up with a clang, displaying her total
shock, "You meant to miss Mother's Night?"
Kaleda looked for a second at the Amazon's face, she smiled, "We thought
arriving then would be looked on as poor taste. We didn't want to be
seen as an uninvited guest. The emissary spent her extra time below
decks reading up on Amazonia to pass the time."
Yassine laughed despite herself, "Well, keeping the men onboard the
ships was a good idea. If they were to come to the island they would
have undoubtedly received a chilly welcome."
"And risk dying upon touching Amazonia's soil? It's poisonous to men,
you know."
Yassine shook her head, "What is the term you people use? An `old wives'
tale?' It's not because of the soil that the first conquerors died when
they came to the island."
"It's a young wives' tale too," Kaleda said. "Some of those men were so
laden with protective fetishes and locks of their wives hair for safe
passage that they would have drowned under the weight if they fell
overboard."
The two burst into gales of laughter at the image of superstitious men
gazing at the island in fear, quaking in their armor. The scene
continued for a short while until Kaleda brought herself under control
again. Her face turned serious. "That's the kind of mentality we need to
change. Centuries of fear and mistrust have kept us apart. What Magda
and Kahn did was question the need for that fear -- our task is to carry
their argument to an amicable resolution."
The Amazon composed herself, "That is my mother's deepest wish. How can
we be stronger apart than together?"
"What Sister Amazonia wishes, her Sister Donai will make law. To cement
my commitment to Amazonia, I will call Her daughter my Niece," Kaleda
took Yassine's face in her hands, pulled her closer and pressed her lips
to hers. It was a warm kiss, lips slightly open but no more. It lasted a
couple of heartbeats. After what seemed to Yassine to be minutes, the
empress pulled away, but kept her in her arms.
"You must be tired after your long journey," she said.
"It is no trouble," Yassine said, she was not ready for the kiss and was
slightly off balance in the smaller woman's arms. "There is so much I
must discuss with you, I have brought many important documents for you
to examine."
"Not today, you must go and rest yourself and we can discuss the
business of state tomorrow," Kaleda finally released her and guided her
back into the great hall. We have prepared rooms for you and your
second... what was her name?
"Choura."
"Yes, Choura. Rooms and food are waiting for you," she said.
Inside the hall Roquan and Choura glowered at each other. The mage was
finishing some statement about Choura's undoubted lack of manners which
were better suited to a goat -- a state of affairs he could easily
remedy. The Amazon was wondering aloud about how well the mage's
understanding of mathematics might be improved by a firsthand, personal
knowledge of division.
"Ahem," Kaleda said. "Further mayhem will be conducted far from the
royal person, and since We are all the land and shall brook no travel
tonight, RO-quan, everyone will retire to separate parts of the palace
to meditate on how one can be more temperate."
The mage lost nothing of what his empress had said and bowed deeply to
her, "I must be back to my study, I ask your kind forbearance and bid
you a good day, Majesty."
He departed in a whirl of robes and disappeared into the far corner of
the hall. Kaleda rearranged her dress so that it was returned to its
former place around her torso, "Really, he's so much better than the
last mage We had. Very good at the magical thing."
Choura snorted, "With that attitude, I'd reassess my needs in that
department."
Yassine snapped her helm's faceplate down with a sharp clang, cowing her
second with the sound alone. She turned to Kaleda, "We are at your
disposal, Majesty. We will see you again tomorrow."
"Rest well."

**********

A page dressed in green robes led Yassine through the palace to a suite
of rooms overlooking the western wing of the grounds. She strode past
maids and butlers, guards and palace courtiers. From the latter she
garnered the most deliberate and pointed stares. She had heard something
of the rumors that surrounded her people in the world ruled by men:
Witches, she-demons, secret mistresses of some dark god whose seed they
took to perpetuate their kind.
Were any of that true she would gladly choose that over being one of
these fawning, useless things before her. Hers was a nation of warriors,
proud and unafraid. She would rather be the toy of any foul thing rather
than spend the rest of her life hoping for the reflected glory of
someone else. For a second she felt pity for their lives, but only for a
second.
The page stopped at a pair of great doors and beckoned for her to enter.
As she passed he bowed and told her that anything she required would be
made available to her at the soonest convenience.
The room was opulent to the point of distraction. The setting sun was
muted through thin silk sheets drawn over the open windows. A large bowl
had been cut from the marble floor, that was set with various plateaus
and indentations: A bath. The rest of the room was dominated by a large,
round bed covered with silken pillows and sheets. Next to it stood an
ebony armor rack waiting for her to use. A hearth burned in the far
corner.
Yassine stepped toward the rack, eager to take off her armor after the
long day when she heard a woman's voice. A strange melody sung in a
foreign language wafted through the room from a hidden corridor. A
second later, a short woman came in carrying a platter of fruits, breads
and cheeses. She was the singer.
As soon as she saw the food, Yassine remembered that it had been hours
since she had eaten anything at all and days since she had eaten
anything but the preserved meats and hard breads on the long voyage from
Amazonia. Hunger leapt on her like an angry beast and she strode quickly
toward the food.
The woman with the platter looked over at her and shrieked. She dropped
the platter and went to her knees, desperately covering her head with
her arms. Her voice became shrill, the foreign language all the more
unintelligible through the filter of raw panic.
Yassine was stumped, she couldn't understand for a second what was wrong
with the woman. She grabbed her forearm and pulled her upwards, "What is
wrong with you?"
It was a girl, barely more than seventeen summers. Her green eyes were
wild with fright and full of tears behind a mass of curly black hair.
She was trying to crane her head away, whatever she was saying, she was
saying it over and over again. Yassine shook her with both hands now,
"What in the name of the Gods are you crying about?" she yelled, "Look
at me!"
Yassine saw a second of reflected firelight and looked over into a
mirror hung along one of the walls near the bed. The connection was
immediate and embarrassing. In her full armor: Bladed gauntlets, hooked
shoulder guards and grinning demon faceplate she was a formidable sight.
With little flesh showing, there wasn't much to indicate a human beneath
the facade.
The shouting probably hadn't helped either, she thought. She snapped the
faceplate back and tore the helm away, casting it to the bed along with
the gauntlet she wore over her forearm. She spoke in her calmest voice
as she stroked the girl's head, "Hey, hey child. Look at me. It's all
right."
The Amazon's face had an imperious cast to it; her gray eyes shone down
across oval cheeks and an expressive mouth. Locks of her blond hair
spilled out of the bun tied at the back of her head in random strands.
She made an effort to soften her features as she held the servant's
shoulders.
With much cajoling, the girl finally looked up with teary eyes at
Yassine. She stopped and squinted, rubbed at her eyes and looked again.
Yassine took the skittish girl's hand and held it to her face, rubbing
the cheek and touching it to her hair, "I'm sorry, it's OK. I'm
Yassine."
The girl was coming back to sanity, still sobbing but less and less as
the seconds went by. The Amazon pointed to her chest, "Yassine. I'm
Yassine." She touched the girl's hand to her face. "Yassine."
The girl snuffled and rubbed her eyes again. She took her first even
breath in the last few minutes and pointed to her, "Yazz-een."
"Yes," she nodded. "Yassine." She pointed at the girl, trying not to
make a jabbing motion, "You?"
"Yue?" She shook her head, "Pari. Nohhg Yue, Pari." She looked around
the room and smacked the floor a couple of times then sent out a stream
of rapid-fire gibberish.
Yassine decided to bridge the rest of the gulf herself. She touched the
girl's shoulder, "Pari."
She nodded, looked at the mess of food on the floor and gave a nervous
laugh. She waited to see Yassine's positive reaction before reaching
into the belt of her tunic and pulling out a piece of parchment. She
looked at it, mouthed something, then looked back at the Amazon.
"Foouud?" She pointed at the mess on the floor.
Yassine nodded and Pari started to collect what she had spilled back
onto the tray. Yassine took an apple from where it lay and started
eating when Pari motioned her to a pile of pillows near the fire.
Another fountain of language flowed out of her and the Amazon got her
drift. She started to remove the rest of her armor while the girl
collected the rest of the food. The whole time, she spoke rapidly and
stamped at the floor from time to time.
After a while, Yassine settled down onto the pillows in her simple,
cotton tunic that she wore under her armor. Pari came over, settled down
on her knees and offered the rest of the tray to her. She thanked Pari
and started in on the bread and cheese. As she ate, the girl watched her
closely. Eventually, she consulted her parchment again.
"Wh, wh," Pari looked very intently at the parchment. "Whynnie?"
Yassine didn't wait for the floor beating routine and nodded. Pari rose,
disappeared into the corridor and returned with a bottle and a hammered
metal goblet. She poured Yassine a draught of the sweetest wine she ever
tasted. After draining two, she was content to sip the third.
Only once she had taken the violent edge off her hunger that Yassine had
a chance to look at Pari. She was a whole head shorter than the Amazon.
She was obviously the child of desert people, with her dusky skin and
thick, dark curls. What immediately caught her eye was her deep green
eyes, slightly almond shaped with long lashes. It was hard to get a
clear look at them, though, Pari was loath to make eye contact when she
was not speaking. She had large breasts for her small frame, with
flaring hips and small feet. She was dressed in some sort of diaphanous
green wrap that hinted at large, dark nipples.
After Yassine had refused another helping of food, Pari cleared the
platter and brought out another bottle of wine. The sway of her hips was
worth the effort of eating another tray of fruits.
Pari sat back down and pulled out her parchment again, practiced with
her eyes closed, then torturously put forward another word, "Battze...?"
Yassine shook her head, this one didn't even register.
"Baattzuh...?" Pari strained her neck to the right as she said it.
"I don't understand."
Pari furrowed her brow, then rubbed her hand along her arm and made
sounds, "Pssshs, pssshs, pssshs." She continued by rubbing her fingers
back and forth through her hair.
The Amazon got an inspiration and nodded. She mimicked the motions and
sounds, "Pssshs, pssshs. I get it. Bath!"
Pari nodded triumphantly, "Bathze!" She threw the parchment into the
fire with a laugh and rose to the bowl carved into the floor. She tapped
her foot on a green stone at one corner and the bowl filled with
swirling, steamy water. From a bowl of slender bottles she pulled a
bluish vial out, popped out the cork and poured the substance into the
water. Through the churning motion of the water, the entire pool was
filled with pastel blue bubbles in seconds. The scent of flowers filled
the air. She pointed at the water, "Bathze."
Yassine got up and started to pull off her tunic. She didn't think twice
about undressing in front of Pari, she had never been conscious about
her body. Beneath the simple garment was a body honed by years of
training and battle. She was strong, but not bulky. The wisdom of the
war scholars was clear: A powerful form will always lose out to a
powerful, flexible one. Her large breasts swayed as she worked to untie
the simple wrap she wore around her thighs. Once it came away, she
lowered herself into the warm pool and sighed at her first real bath in
weeks.
She heard Pari starting to sing again and looked over to see her untying
her wrap with her back to the bath. The green wisp fell away to reveal a
sweet, ample backside. Her buttocks were like two teardrops, small at
the top but full and round at the bottom. The view was all the more
accentuated as she bent down to remove her sandals. She turned,
revealing her full breasts and shaved-bare mound. Picking up a bottle of
green fluid and an empty wide-mouthed jar, Pari entered the bath.
Yassine was familiar with the concept of personal servants, senior
Amazon officers often used the raw recruits to do menial work while they
trained, and allowed Pari to go about the business of washing her hair.
The girl loosened the bun in Yassine's hair, filled the jar with water
from a spigot and poured it over Yassine's hair. After her tresses were
completely free and soaked with the water, Pari poured a generous dollop
of the green fluid onto her hands and started massaging it into the
blond mass.
Between the water, the wine and the meal, Yassine felt the tensions of
the sea voyage melt away from her frame. As she leaned back against the
bath's edge, she surveyed the woman tending to her hair. She's
beautiful, she thought, absolutely wonderful. As Pari stood before her,
working the soap into a fine lather, her brown breasts bobbed and swayed
just before her eyes. Below, the beginning of the cleft that led to her
labia rose and fell slightly out of the foamy water. Her hair and upper
chest were still dry and the scent of some perfume was still evident
above the smell of flowers in the water.
Just as Yassine made up her mind to take hold of the girl, Pari upended
the jar over the Amazon's head and washed away the lather. Sputtering,
she tried to clear her eyes as a second and third jar ran over her face.
She stood, using her superior height to get away from the deluge and
regain her bearings. When her sight cleared, Pari stood before her
holding a mass of white fluff in her hand.
"Harpma" she said, reaching for her hand.
Pari took Yassine by the wrist, doused the fluff in the water and
started to rub up and down her arm. The silky substance yielded a
copious amount of soap as she scoured Yassine's skin.
Yassine started at the sensation. She had felt silk against her skin,
many times, but the feeling of this strange fiber was unlike anything
she had ever touched. Whatever it was coated in was soft and slick, but
the white puff was slightly abrasive.
Pari worked up and down her arm, taking care on the underarm and paying
special attention to each individual finger -- even inspecting the
fingernails. She moved to Yassine's shoulders, simultaneously massaging
muscles while cleaning the skin.
Throughout the bath, Pari talked constantly. Her melodic voice rose and
fell as she attended to elbow and shoulder, oblivious to the fact that
Yassine had no idea what she said. Her tone was light, as if she were
discussing the brightness of the sun or her day in the market.
The Amazon leaned back into the rub, luxuriating in the feel of the rub
while pressing her shoulders into Pari's breasts. The poke of her
nipples was apparent despite the warmth of the water. She smiled and
reached for her wine glass. "If you're half as good in bed as you are in
the bath, I'm stealing you away from here and taking you home."
Pari sounded a question and reached around to start soaping Yassine's
breasts. The movements were sensual, teasing and deliberate. The
feelings in the Amazon's breasts rocketed through her body and caused
her back to arch against the desert girl. Pari laughed and stood
abruptly, causing Yassine to momentarily lose her balance. When she
looked over, Pari was motioning her to sit on one of the higher plateaus
in the bath.
Yassine moved as Pari moved in front of her. She lifted Yassine's foot
and gently washed it. Working up from the ankle, she worked the Amazon's
muscled calf and paid special attention to the back of her knee. She
repeated the process on the other leg then moved toward the middle of
the bath.
"Apprezt," she said, motioning Yassine to the deepest point in the bowl.
When she got there, Yassine was mid-thigh in the water.
Pari knelt down in the water, which put her neck deep in the soapy pool.
With the fluff in one hand, she put her other hand on the Amazon's thigh
and looked upward for approval. Yassine nodded.
With care, the girl started rubbing along Yassine's upper thighs in
careful circles. With every swirl of her hand she came closer to the
Amazon's crotch. Finally, she parted her legs and started washing her
sex.
If the touch on her breasts had been shocking, the soft abrasion between
her legs was revelation. Pari's hand through the fiber was like softly
running water; gentle but impossible to ignore. With the slightest
pressure she stroked her sex from top to bottom, venturing within by the
slimmest margin. She went further back, running the fluff between her
buttocks to rub along the Amazon's anus.
Against her will, Yassine gasped. She looked between her legs to see
that Pari took no notice of her outburst. The girl merely held up her
hand and motioned her back to the edge of the bath.
Yassine moved back and sat on the edge of the bowl, throwing her head
back and parting her legs for the inevitable next phase of the play. She
was so turned on that she didn't think twice about leaving herself so
exposed to the girl. When she saw the flash of a blade she was caught
completely off guard.
Pari stood in the bath before her holding a small, thin blade in her
hand. She smiled and pointed at her crotch, "Brugge mai?"
Yassine's thighs snapped shut and her arms wrapped around her chest. If
there was a weapon nearby she would have grabbed it.
Pari noticed the shock, spat what could only be a curse, and ran a hand
over her bare mound. She made a pantomime of pulling the blade across
her crotch -- up and down, "Brugge, brugge mai?"
Yassine realized what she meant, and thought hard. Amazon's didn't shave
themselves there. It wasn't taboo but it wasn't by any means a custom.
Ahh well, she thought, when in Donai, "Just a little," she made a small
gesture with her thumb and forefinger: The universal language for not
too much.
Jumping across the gulf of languages, Pari nodded, reached for a bottle
filled with golden liquid, and smeared its contents over Yassine's
blonde sex. With care, she began shaving away the hairs from her vulva.
The sensation was unnerving. Getting a haircut was enough of a trial for
Yassine, a chore she assigned to only a few people she trusted. This was
something else entirely. The feel of the thin blade against her privates
awoke every defensive nerve in her long frame. The vigilant part of her
brain was screaming in protest, "This is how a foolish warrior gets
killed, she lets her defenses down in front of one she mistakes to be an
underling," she thought. "One slash of that blade and you're dead before
you stand up." She made an effort of not shivering as Pari went about
her work.
Just as she steeled herself for the rest of the ordeal, Pari stood and
poured the jar over Yassine's mound and brushed the rest of the golden
liquid away in the stream. The Amazon looked down to see that her pubic
hair had been trimmed to a neat v-shape leading to bare nether lips. A
touch revealed that she was absolutely smooth.
Pari watched the look on her face as she put the blade and other bath
items away in a basket at the side of the bowl. She turned back to
Yassine, placed her hands on her naked hips, and said something in her
foreign tongue with a smile.
Yassine decided she wouldn't wait for another round of charades and
pulled the smaller woman into her arms. Lifting her off her feet, she
pulled Pari into a long kiss as she pressed their water-slick bodies
together. Pari responded, wrapping her arms around the Amazon as she
ground her lips against Yassine's and wrapped her leg around her hip,
working her bare sex against the hard plane of the Amazon's belly.
Their tongues wrestled as hands ran up and down each others' forms.
Battle-callused hands slid over doe-soft curves as smaller, lithe
fingers gripped well-worked muscles with surprising strength.
Yassine put both palms under the girl's full bottom and lifted her
completely off her feet and carried her to the bed. Pari wrapped her
legs around the Amazon's waist and worked her tongue up her neck to
nestle inside her ear. Once at the edge of the bed, Yassine gave a
violent shrug and half-threw Pari to the silks below, "Let's see what
other skills you have."
Shaken for only a second, Pari swiftly got to her knees and locked her
mouth on Yassine's breast. She cooed as if it were she being suckled as
her tongue attacked the nipple. Yassine murmured and stroked the girl's
mass of curled locks, holding her head close. As she switched to the
other breast, Pari's hand drifted down the Amazon's abdomen to luxuriate
in her dripping folds.
Yassine's body was awash with pleasure from above and below. She slowly
sank down to the bed and onto her back, content to allow Pari to take
the lead. Pari licked, kissed and whispered her way down the larger
woman's body until she was staring into the Amazon's center. She said
something quiet in a sing-song tone before running her tongue into
Yassine.
The Amazon's back arched as Pari started working in earnest. The girl
had one hand over Yassine's thighs pulling the hood of her clitoris back
as the other worked two and then three fingers into her sex. All the
while, Pari's tongue pounded at the clitoris with a fury occasionally
straying to take a long drags along the length of her lips.
Yassine grabbed at the bundles of silk pillows arrayed around her head
and wrenched them in tight fists. She had more than her share of lovers
at home, all of them accomplished and inventive, but not at all like
this small delight. The girl was taking her to the edge faster and more
skillfully than the Amazon had felt since her first time years ago with
her handmaiden. It wasn't until years later that she learned her mother
hand-picked her first lover to assure her daughter a joyful experience.
Reflecting on that, she realized that this one could have started a
revolution on Amazonia. Who wouldn't kill to have this in their bed, she
thought.
"Oooohh," Yassine panted as the familiar swell of an orgasm started to
bloom in her belly. She wrapped her fingers into Pari's hair and pulled
her face deeper in, "Ohhh, come on!"
Pari reached up and grasped Yassine's breast firmly as she dug her face
deeper between the Amazon's legs. The contraction starting in Yassine's
insides started to tighten, she slipped her small finger between the
woman's buttocks and slid it into her anus.
Yassine cried out as her orgasm came crashing in on her. It was all she
could do to keep her legs from scissoring in on Pari's neck and snapping
it instantaneously. She shuddered and quaked as the girl kissed her way
back up Yassine's body. When she opened her eyes, she saw Pari's cheeks
drenched in her fluids. Yassine pulled her into a deep kiss, tasting her
own salty musk on the girl's tongue.
They broke the kiss and Pari lay her head on Yassine's shoulder. Just as
she started to speak, the Amazon felt something strange in her mouth, it
was one of her own hairs.
She pulled it out and looked at it disapprovingly.
Pari shrugged, "Brugge ne-mai." It sounded like an explanation.
Yassine smiled and rolled the girl over on her back, "Hmm, interesting
idea, let's test that theory."
The Amazon started kissing her way down Pari's body, stopping to lavish
attention on her coffee brown nipples. While stroking the left, she
gently sucked on the right and occasionally worried it with her teeth.
Pari keened with pleasure and gripped Yassine's shoulders. Moving from
one breast to the other, Yassine ran her tongue between the two mounds
while she gazed upwards into Pari's green eyes.
The servant had a pleased, slightly surprised look on her face. She went
on in her melodious language, stopping periodically to giggle or moan.
Yassine wasn't used to a lot of pillow talk, at least not during sex. On
Amazonia, sex was a serious act, performed with diligence and attention
to detail -- talk was for before and afterward. Usually afterward. She
decided to take the experience up a notch and see if the conversation
could weather the storm.
Yassine kissed down Pari's belly, taking time to work her tongue into
the girl's navel. After getting the moaning reaction she was expecting,
Yassine parted Pari's thighs and stroked the bare mound before her. The
girl was highly aroused, her clitoris stood out eagerly and the folds of
her sex were slick with her juices. The Amazon dragged the back of her
fingers along the sides of the girl's inner thighs, putting enough
tension on the flesh to leave lightly colored tracks behind them.
With an evil smile, Yassine licked her lips as the two locked eyes. Her
gray eyes glinted in the fading sunlight streaming through the windows,
"You've done enough talking, listen to this."
With that, the Amazon put her lips very close to Pari's thighs and
started reading off the names of all of her lovers. The force of her
breath, light as butterfly wings, played across the minuscule hairs on
the girl's thighs with devastating effect. She moved up and down her
abdomen, listing first those who were submissive and accepting then
moving onto those who wrestled with her for control of the bed.
Pari's banter had become more plaintive. She rolled and thrust her hips
forward, trying to make better contact with the Amazon's lips. Her hands
gripped the sheets as she struggled against the urge to grab Yassine by
her hair and force her mouth towards her sex.
Yassine decided to end the torture and ran her tongue along the length
of the girl's lips and locked her lips firmly on the clitoris. Pari
moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around the Amazon's neck.
Pari grasped her breasts roughly and rocked her upper body back and
forth as Yassine's tongue ground into her clitoris. She reached behind
herself with a free hand and started to part her bottom when Yassine
pulled her face away from her groin and slapped the hand.
"None of that, child," her voice was imperious. "Don't make me bind you
to the bed."
Pari looked out in delirious shock and covered her breasts with her
hands. Whatever she said, she said it quietly and with contrition.
Yassine rolled Pari upwards so that she was resting on the back of her
shoulders with her toes almost touching the pillows. Laying her forearms
along the back of the girl's thighs -- effectively pinning her to the
spot -- she started in on her labia again.
Pari warbled and cried as Yassine's tongue began working furiously
against the hairless, slick folds parted before her. The girl was very
different from her other lovers. The most submissive Amazon was still a
powerful bundle of muscles. The servant underneath her was frail by
comparison, a fraction of the physical force she was used to. At the
same time, she had never had a partner who was so responsive, so
completely engrossed in the experience. Yassine thought that she could
make the girl sing just by stroking her neck.
With a start, Pari's moans turned into screams and she nearly lifted
herself free of the Amazon as her orgasm hit and she arched her back.
Yassine stayed with her, forcing her tongue deeper even as the
constricting folds of Pari's sex tried to force it out. The girl
convulsed as Yassine pulled away, kissing her way back up her body and
letting Pari lay back onto the pillows.
Pari shivered and jerked as the Amazon put her arms around her. The girl
wrapped her leg over Yassine's thigh and ground her dripping lips
against the muscled column -- starting another bout of shaking. It took a
few seconds for her breathing to come under control.
"You are adept," Pari said, her voice coming clear and perfectly
understandable through a moderate accent. "Only the Empress has ever
been so attentive."
Yassine spun on the bed and looked straight at the girl, "You understand
my language? You've been playing all this time?"
Pari's eyes brightened and she laughed, "Finally, the mage's magic
works. No, princess, I have not been playing with you."
Yassine drew herself up on her elbow and regarded the girl seriously,
"How is it that you can speak to me now and not before?"
"The Empress ordered Roquan to enchant the palace so that everyone could
understand each other, no matter what language they spoke," she kissed
the Amazon's shoulder. "The spell makes you understand the words I say
and makes me understand the words you say. The problem is that the magic
takes a while to work sometimes."
Yassine was still unsure, "But I can see your lips making the right
motions..."
"It is an illusion, a magic that works on your mind," Pari said. "Do not
stare too closely at my lips, you will get a terrible headache."
Yassine lay back and took the information in. Mages were a strange lot,
no matter where you found them. Her mother's own mage, Denek, used to
make the waters of the rivers run backwards and sometimes sideways when
the crops required better irrigation. She decided to leave magic to
magic. She smiled slyly, "I don't know if I can ignore what you do with
your lips..."
Pari smiled, "I promise to live up to the compliment."


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