Helena nodded, still not quite able to say anything.
“Why don’t I tell you about how we do things in the mountains. Then, if you have any questions, you can ask. For now all you have to do is listen. How does that sound?”
Helena nodded again, grateful for Vala’s sympathy.
Vala eyed her with a curious stare. “Helena, when a woman in our culture becomes a wife, there are certain traditions we have. You know already that you will have two husbands, Vorag and Golar, yes?”
Helena nodded. So that was the other one’s name. Golar.
“Do you know what a husband does to his wife?” Vala asked.
This time Helena shook her head. “What does he do?” she asked quietly.
“Helena, a man puts his cock inside of you. Inside of here.” Vala pointed at the spot on Helena’s body that the strange tickle she’d felt all day was coming from. “Inside your pussy,” she added.
Helena’s eyes went slowly wide. For a moment she suspected that Vala was joking but no smile formed along her mouth. “Inside me?” Helena whispered.
“Yes.”
Helena shook her head in terror and disbelief.
“No, Helena! Don’t be worried!” Vala said, grabbing her arm. She laughed. “You look like you are going to jump out of your own skin! It’s nothing to be worried about. It’s the opposite. Trust me.”
“What’s the opposite? What do you mean?” Helena blathered.
“I mean there’s no reason to be worried.” She lowered her voice and smiled a sly smile. “It’s the best feeling in the world.”
Helena couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was Vala really still talking about having a cock go inside you? That was the best feeling in the world? She doubted that very much.
“Haven’t you ever touched yourself down there?” Vala asked earnestly.
Helena gasped in shock at the intimate question. How on earth could Vala just ask her something like that without even a blush. Her own cheeks burned and she had to look away. “I have not,” she shot back.
Vala scowled. “Oh. Why not?”
Helena huffed and stared up at the blue sky. “It’s not… it’s not right. It’s rude to do that.”
Vala seemed to study her expression for a moment, as if this time she didn’t believe what she was hearing. “Well, you’ll have to stop thinking like that now that you are Golar’s and Vorag’s bride. We Grahr don’t think there’s anything wrong about it, particularly the men. They will take you to the joining cave and seed you as often as they feel the urge.”
“See… seed me?”
Vala nodded. “When they fuck you, with their cock inside your pussy, they fuck until the seed comes out and spills into you. That’s how your belly will swell.”
Helena’s head began to spin at the explanation. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. “Seed?” she whispered.
Vala smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry. You will see.”
Everything she’d just heard had terrified Helena. Then another thought dawned on her. Where most women would only have to put up with this seeding business from one man, she was going to have to put up with it from two! She glanced at Vala. “Do they both… I mean… “
“Do they both fuck you?” Vala asked.
Helena’s cheeks heated again at the question.
Vala just threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, yes, Helena. They certainly do. Sometimes at the same time!”
Aghast at the possibility of the two muscled warriors… fucking her, Helena pressed the back of her hand against her forehead to try to make the spinning stop.
“Don’t worry, Helena,” Vala reassured. “The Grahr are the best lovers in all the eastern lands. Their cocks are thick and long and when they push inside you, they will make you scream!”
Scream?
She didn’t want to scream. She wanted to be back at Dunkeep, back in her own room, back before her father had died and Sadon made king. She fought back the tears that threatened to spill again.
“But first you must pass the rite. That is why Vorag and Golar were so angry. They didn’t know you were an innocent or that you hadn’t even been told about what fucking was.”
“The rite? What rite?” Helena asked.
“The healer will come. They have sent for him. Before they can push their cocks into you he will clean and bless you under the night sky.”
“Clean and bless me?”
Vala smiled. “It is a lot to think about. I know it must be. Do not worry. It will all pass quickly and then they will take you to the joining cave.” She bit her lower lip. “You won’t believe how good you will feel.”
Helena shook her head. “Wait, do you have husbands?” she asked.
Vala arched a brow and nodded, a mischievous smile forming along her lips.
“And you have been in the joining cave?” Helena asked.
Vala nodded again, her smile widening. “Oh, yes,” she whispered.
“And you liked it?” Helena asked.
“More than anything else I’ve ever done,” Vala replied.
Helena furrowed her brow. She had a hard time understanding how anyone could like something that sounded so crude and possibly painful. And yet she remembered that intimate sensation, that feeling that had sprouted in her core, the strange tickling ache would not leave her alone.
She retreated into her thoughts, images of the two large barbarians with their… cocks unsheathed swaying toward her as she lay naked and helpless on the floor of the joining cave.
Another shiver raced through her at the terrifying thought but her sex became soaked beneath her dress and underwear.
“Do you want me to show you?” Vala asked quietly, pulling Helena from her thoughts.
She looked up. The sun had started its long climb down the western sky, away from them and the mountains they were travelling toward. She looked at Vala. The woman was still smiling and her eyes had softened even more with the changing light. She looked friendlier and kinder than she had even when they’d met a few short hours ago. “Show me what?” Helena ventured cautiously.
“Do you want me to show you what it feels like?”
Helena furrowed her brow even as her pussy clenched and more of her wetness came spilling out. She had some vague idea of what Vala was alluding to but she didn’t dare assume. “What it feels like… to be…” Helena couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. Her cheeks reddened with shame again and she felt compelled to look the other way.
Vala sidled up to her and put an arm around her shoulder. This time it wasn’t the same as when she’d been consoling her. This time the touch was far gentler and far more than just a friendly embrace.
Helena’s back stiffened.
“Don’t worry. The others are far away. No one will notice. Besides, even if they do, it doesn’t matter. A washar, that is the word for soon-to-be-wife in our language, can do what she wants with another woman. It is not forbidden.”
Another jolt of nervous energy tore down Helena’s spine but settled as a warm, glowing feeling in between her legs.
Do what she wants? With another woman?
Helena bit the inside of her cheek as she looked up to where the others were making camp on the other side of the path. It seemed that Vala was right and that they were all far too involved in what they were doing to notice or care of what might happen between the two of them.
Still nervous, she nevertheless turned to look at Vala again, unable to contain her curiosity at what the other woman had in store. “What is not forbidden?” Helena whispered.
Vala seemed even closer than before. Her mouth was just inches away from Helena’s lips, so close she could feel the heat of the other woman’s breath.
Helena’s lips parted and her breathing suddenly came in quick, shallow pants. The skin on the back of her neck prickled.
“This,” Vala whispered. With a firm tug on Helena’s arm she knocked her off balance then guided her slowly until her back touched the sof
t grass, giving Helena a full view of the sky overhead.
A few wispy clouds had gathered here and there and were drifting lazily across the sky. Vala’s hand snuck under the thin fabric of Helena’s white dress and soon her palm was pressed against the inside of her thigh, causing Helena to start and try to sit up. “What are you doing?” she gasped.
But Vala was too fast. She leaned over Helena, pressing the full weight of her body against the right side of her as well as twisting one leg over Helena’s so that, try as she might, there was no way she could get up.
The tickle inside her began to stretch, as if it was trying to reach out to the tickle of Vala’s hand crawling up her leg.
Suddenly, Helena realized that the woman’s fingers were just inches from her softest part, and that that part was soaking wet. “Please!” Helena mewled, struggling and writhing, trying to escape Vala’s strong hold.
This only caused Vala’s smile to widen. “Shh,” she said quietly. “There’s nothing to be scared of. Doesn’t this feel at least a little bit good?”
Realizing it was futile, Helena stopped writhing but had to look away from Vala’s penetrating gaze. The truth was it did feel incredibly good. It also somehow felt terribly wrong.
“What is it?” Vala asked above her. “What’s wrong?”
This made Helena look at her again. Her concern seemed genuine and more important, the tone of her voice betrayed that she might stop what she was doing if Helena really pleaded with her. Helena took a breath to speak and held it for a long time as the words did not come. “I… maybe you shouldn’t be doing that?”
Vala shook her head and smiled a kind smile. “Helena, this is normal in our culture. You are soon to be a Grahr bride. You must get used to these things. Now close your eyes and don’t worry. You will see that everything will be alright. Better than alright. Trust me.”
Trust me.
The two words were more reassuring than anything Helena had heard in the last few days. In fact, it had been moons since anyone had said anything to her that put her so much at ease. Taking a deep breath first, she did what Vala asked and closed her eyes.
Vala’s warm palm started gliding along the soft skin on the inside of her thigh again.
As soon as Helena stopped fretting about what was happening and gave in to the sensation, she realized that Vala was right. It felt like heaven.
The warm, wet tickle inside her pussy seemed to want to pulse out of her. The same feeling slid up her leg with Vala’s hand. As the tips of Vala’s fingers glanced the soft, dripping folds of her hot sex, Helena gasped and opened her eyes.
As the women’s eyes met, Helena realized that Vala’s were wide open and filled with excitement, too. “Helena,” Vala said, her voice feverish. “You are soaking wet!”
Confusion at what Vala had said twisted around the arousal she felt at her hand pressed against her sex. “Is that… is that bad?”
Vala giggled quietly.
Helena gasped and her back arched up off the soft grass as a single finger dipped into the sticky softness between her folds, sending bolts of pleasure shooting into her mind. Helena could not suppress the quiet moan that escaped her.
Vala laughed again. “No, Helena. It’s good. It’s very, very good.” Without waiting, she pushed another finger against the first and slid them up and down Helena’s now dripping slit, making her shudder.
Helena reached out and grabbed Vala’s arm to brace herself against the sudden pleasure.
Why have I never felt like this before?
Vala seemed to know she didn’t want her to take her hand away. On the contrary, she rolled closer, pinning Helena’s body against the ground and swept her fingers up, then down her pussy slit again.
“Oh, my…” Helena whimpered as more bolts of hot pleasure raced through her. Something had begun to tighten on her inside and she wanted desperately for Vala not to stop. “Please,” she begged, clutching her arm, “please don’t stop!”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Vala replied, her smile turning slightly wicked. “I am just getting started.” With that, she pushed the tips of her fingers lower, down toward Helena’s soft entrance.
Helena sucked in a ragged, stammering breath as she felt herself being penetrated for the first time. Nothing had ever felt so good or so confusing as this felt now.
Her thighs tightened and she writhed beneath Vala on the ground as the woman’s fingers slipped into her softness. A moment later Vala pulled her fingers out, then pressed them back in again until Helena felt them come up against something soft, but firm.
“Oh, my,” Vala whispered.
Helena’s eyes snapped open again. “Oh, my? Oh, my what?” she asked.
“Oh, my, you are whole. How old are you?”
“I… I’ve seen nineteen summers so far,” Helena replied.
Vala smiled again. “Well, your husbands will be pleased. It’s not every day two Grahr get the honour of breaking a shemrek.”
“Shemrek? What?” Helena gasped. Vala had slid her fingers out again and was now pressing them back inside.
“I think here in the lowlands you call it a virgin? An unbroken female. I’ll have to make sure to leave you whole.”
The words swirled inside Helena’s mind, along with the intense pleasure Vala’s strong touch brought between her legs. It was as if there was a ball of heat inside her just waiting to explode and now that she felt it so strongly, she couldn’t wait until it did. “What are you… what are you going to do to me?” she whimpered, staring up at Vala with imploring eyes.
The wicked smile returned to Vala’s lips. “This.”
Slipping her fingers out of Helena’s wet pussy, Vala slid them up the tender, swollen cleft of flesh until they came to rest on something stiff and sent a powerful lust pulsing up Helena’s back. “Ah!” she cried, no longer caring if anyone heard. She had never felt anything so wonderful before.
Vala’s strong fingers, dripping with Helena’s own juices, began spinning slow circles around the taut nub of flesh she’d found. Each circle sent another pulse of lust and need and made her insides and thighs clench, as if her whole body was hungry for something.
Each circle seemed to get tighter around the spot that was giving her so much pleasure and Vala’s fingers moved faster with each flick.
Helena squirmed and writhed beneath her, eyes closed, her lips twisted in an agonized but ecstatic snarl.
The ball of heat inside her began to grow. It moved down through her thighs and up through her stomach and filled the middle of her completely. It took up so much of her attention that she could barely feel Vala working her sex anymore.
But her body could. Her legs began to shake. Her nails dug into Vala’s arm. Her back arched even more, almost lifting Vala off the ground.
Vala only leaned on her harder, trapping her completely so that Helena was unable to move.
The heat swelled, pushing Helena nearly out of her own mind, until her whole body was heat and ticklish pleasure and she thought she was going to go mad.
Then it burst.
Like a thousand fireworks going off inside her at once, the heat burst into pleasure that tore up and down her back and flooded her mind with a single sensation, a deep satisfaction she’d never felt before. Helena soared over the peak of the feeling, feeling so completely inside and outside of herself at the same time.
As the feeling began to recede like an ocean tide ripping back out to sea, the sounds of Vala’s fingers slapping at the wetness between her legs drifted into her consciousness.
Followed by the light of the sun as she opened her eyes. Followed by the dark shapes all around her.
As they came into focus, a deep and embarrassing shame replaced the incredible joy that had filled her just moments before. With the hardest yank she could muster, she tore Vala’s hand from between her legs and shoved her off her body. She rose in the same motion.
The others were all around her, standing in a loose circle. Unbeknownst to Helena, they
’d come up to watch as she sank into that deep and private place with Vala. She felt utterly humiliated and completely ashamed.
Without thinking what she was doing, she tore through the circle and began to run down the hill, stumbling on outcroppings of rock and dirt. She had no idea where she would go.
All she knew was that she had to get away from all of them. How could Vala have done that to her, betrayed her like that?
The wind whistled in her ears as she raced down the hill.
Chapter Five
Vorag’s mood changed suddenly from the arousal he’d felt from staring at Vala expertly manipulating Helena’s pussy, to a disturbing tightness in the pit of his stomach as he watched Helena racing down the hill.
One glance at Golar confirmed he felt exactly the same way.
Vorag’s body tensed, readying for the chase, when his brother’s hand rested on his arm. He turned to look at Golar again. “What? Aren’t we going to make chase? She is running toward that forest and I think there is a creek down there that we passed. What if she falls in?” Vorag asked, barely able to contain his impatience.
Golar shook his head, still staring as the girl disappeared over the crest of the hill.
Vorag shook his brother’s hand off and stepped away. “Fine. You stay here and stare after her while I rescue her from whatever’s down there!” he snapped.
“Wait,” Golar growled as Vorag turned to follow Helena down the hill.
Vorag spun around, shooting Golar an angry glare. “Wait?” he asked. “For what? For her to drown?”
Golar scowled, looked at the others in the group and sighed. He sent them away with a wave of his hand.
The group slowly shuffled back toward the horses and the camp and Vorag realized that he’d been wrong to show his disagreement so strongly. They were both leaders, after all. Still, the knot wouldn’t untwist in his stomach at the thought of what was happening to Helena just then. They should be doing something about it and not standing around for a debate. He turned to Golar, his jaw tight. “I am sorry I misspoke, brother. I let my temper lead. But if we stand around here any longer then she might…”
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