Out of This World

by Maggie Morton

“Oh, the little, little lady wants me to leave, b’fore I’ve made friends with her friend. Not friend-hic!-ly at all, noshir.” He placed his left hand on the table and started to reach toward Iris’s shoulder with the other. But before he could find his way there, and before Iris could even blink, Anandra jumped up from the table and grabbed that hand, twisting it behind his back and pulling his arm in what looked to be an incredibly painful and unnatural direction. She kicked the back of one of his knees and he fell onto one lower leg, half-kneeling, and then she took out his other leg in the same manner, a loud, pain-filled grunt coming from him as each knee hit the floor.

  “You will not touch her. She is with me. She is mine.” She pulled his arm up a little farther and he cried out in pain.

  Iris might have been impressed with Anandra’s moves—very, very impressed—but she wasn’t sure she was ready for Anandra to be calling her “mine.” She was sure of one thing, though, and she became even more sure of it as their waitress approached the table, still sneering, but with a subtle touch of surprise added to the sneer. “You should leave. But first, pay. Or I’ll sic the rest of them on ya.”

  “We will leave happily.” Anandra slammed down some coins and headed toward the door. “And your cider is horrible,” she added as she opened the door for Iris. “You should use it to give these scuene baths instead. It would be a much better use for it.”

  Chapter Five

  Once they were outside again, Iris sighed deeply. “I couldn’t be happier to be out of that hellish restaurant.”

  “Nor could I. I did not like how that ugly lump of man-scum was looking at you, and absolutely no way was I going to let him touch you. The nerve of that bastard! The nerve!” Anandra had slammed shut the building’s front door—for good measure, apparently—but it seemed as if that hadn’t been enough to dispel her anger at Iris’s mistreatment.

  “You know, Anandra,” Iris said, patting her on the shoulder. “We’re gone now, and we’ll never see him again. Let’s keep going and leave that prick as far behind as possible.”

  “Yes, we shall leave him far behind…and the cider, too, while we’re at it.”

  Iris chuckled. The cider might have been disgusting, but the foul drunkard had still been far worse.

  They continued down the street in the direction they’d been going, passing vendor after vendor, stand after stand, and also more people and animals and beings of many different types and sizes. Just before they reached what looked like the edge of the city, Iris smelled something delicious. “What’s that tasty scent?” she asked Anandra, stopping for a few seconds. “It’s so yummy it’s almost making me drool.”

  “Those are fruitcakes, I believe. Eunberry ones, I’d wager.” Anandra looked at her. “Would you like one?”

  Before Iris could answer and tell her she shouldn’t spend any more money on her, because she couldn’t pay her back, Anandra strode over to the stand where a woman was selling the cakes and bought one after haggling over the price for a moment. “Here,” she said to Iris, handing her a cloth-wrapped piece of cake. “You should eat it while it’s warm. That way the fruit will still be nice and gooey.”

  Iris did as she was told, quickly taking a bite, and the jam-like filling oozed into her mouth, gooey, like Anandra had said, and very, very sweet. But not overly sweet—no, just perfect. “That…is so…good!” she mumbled around her mouthful of cake and jam.

  “I’m glad you approve.”

  Iris looked down at the cake for a moment, and she noticed the cake was shaped like a heart.

  As Iris ate the last of her fruitcake, they left the town, traveling down a dirt road that grew more and more narrow as they walked, and with each hour or so of walking, fewer and fewer people and beings crossed their path. Finally, it split into two narrow roads, and Anandra took the left one, and after that, just as the sun was almost down, they reached a large lake with tropical-colored water and large silver fish leaping out of it every few moments, shimmering in the sun’s final rays of light.

  “We will set up camp here,” Anandra said, and she put down her bag. She reached in and drew a smaller bag from it, out of which she removed a small square item. She walked about thirty paces away from Iris, put the mysterious box down on the ground, and pressed its top. Then she ran back over to Iris and Iris heard a loud pop! from the direction of the box. Only seconds later, a tent practically exploded into view. It was about the size of the cabin they’d stayed in the night before and was dark green and matte, with tassels and bells hanging from the corners facing toward them.

  “Those bells only ring if danger is nearby,” Anandra told Iris.

  “Good to know. Can I check it out? The inside, I mean?”

  “Of course. I think you’ll be impressed. I thought you might like better accommodations than merely sleeping on the hard ground, so I purchased it from the same woman I got the stones from. I hope you like it.”

  “Thank you, Anandra. That was very thoughtful of you.” Iris felt it was more than thoughtful, but she didn’t want to press her luck or potentially scare Anandra with her level of appreciation. She’d never really enjoyed camping, even though she liked nature okay. It had rained every night when she was ten and she and her grandmother had gone camping, and then just a week later, her grandmother had disappeared. She thought back to the mirage she’d seen in Rivest, feeling an equal mixture of curiosity and sadness. Had that really been Sallie? Or had the midday sun just been playing a trick on her?

  This camping trip, she told herself, would be much better, because she trusted that Anandra wouldn’t disappear. No, this time, it would be she that disappeared, leaving Anandra’s world behind. It really was a wondrous place, she thought as she walked over to the tent and opened its flap.

  The tent’s insides just added to the steadily growing awe she already felt, because it had to be the most pimp tent in the known universe. Or universes, if she happened to currently be in a different one than usual.

  To begin with, the tent was much, much larger on the inside than it appeared from outside. A fire was roaring in a stone fireplace on its left wall, a four-poster bed with crimson silk sheets and almost too many plump, tasseled pillows sat against the back wall, and soft, sensual music was playing, coming from who knew where. Iris hadn’t even known they had stereos in this world, but after looking around for one, she realized that magic yet again was causing the sexy tune to fill the tent with its mood-making intentions. Not that she needed help getting into the mood with Anandra. But sadly, that type of mood would have to remain unfulfilled, at least for the time being, because first, another need of hers required fulfillment: she was starving!

  And Anandra had seemed to read her mind, because suddenly, a blanket appeared in the left side of the room near the fireplace, the room stretching to accommodate it. The blanket held various platters covered with fruit, cheese, and what looked like oysters. She also spied a bowl of small, square pieces of chocolate. Or something just like it, of course, because Iris suspected chocolate might not be available in this world. Just like DVDs, and coffee, and her favorite bookstore. She did miss her own world’s version of coffee, and the bookstore, but when Anandra appeared at her side with a sly smile, Iris smiled right back and took the hand being offered, letting Anandra lead her over to the blanket, the fire, and the food.

  “You should know that every item I have on this blanket is a known aphrodisiac of this world. The shelleuse, the ones in shells, are rumored to be especially potent.”

  “Oh, I don’t think I need any help getting turned on by you,” Iris exclaimed, but she still sat down and picked up a shelleuse, letting its salty, sweet contents slide into her mouth and down her throat.

  “I don’t know how aphrodisiacs work in your world, but they must be different there. Here, they give you more virility or, in our cases, more, and better, orgasms.” Anandra winked at her and then picked up a small red berry, reaching forward and rubbing it across Iris’s lips. She opened her mouth, and Anandra pushed
the fruit inside, letting Iris’s tongue taste her skin as well as the berry. She sucked on Anandra’s finger for a moment as she tasted the fruit’s sweet, yet still tart, flavor and then let Anandra feed her a square of chocolate.

  It might have been the way Anandra was feeding her, or it might have been the food, but a flush came to her skin, followed by subtle tingles, and the twin sensations spread across her body and flowed down it until both of them reached her thighs and then her cunt. As delicious as the food was, she couldn’t wait for “dessert.”

  She fed Anandra some of the food, too, but Iris ate lightly, not wanting to fill up before she had other parts of her body filled. They finished eating and shared a knowing look, and then Iris took Anandra’s offered hand once more and let Anandra lead her to the bed.

  The sheets were just as soft as they’d looked, the silk kissing Iris’s skin as Anandra kissed her lips. “You taste even better than the food,” Anandra said softly into her ear. Then she grabbed Iris’s crotch, mashing her palm against it and bringing a high-pitched squeal of surprise from Iris’s throat. “You didn’t expect that, did you? I’d like to do a few more things you won’t expect, just to get more delightful noises like that one out of you. Remember: I control you. I own you, until you leave this world. You are mine.”

  This time, Iris didn’t mind being called hers…she didn’t mind belonging to her. Because as Anandra stripped off her own clothes, and then Iris’s, she found that right now, she wanted to belong to Anandra fully and completely. She wanted to let Anandra do as she wished to her flesh, to her body, to her cunt and tits and face. So when they were both undressed, and when Anandra brought back her hand and slapped Iris hard, she was shocked, but she was also pleased and aroused. Her cunt was wet, warm, and more than ready. And then, when Iris pictured ropes, and a strap-on attached to Anandra’s hips, and when they appeared just as she wanted them to, she was more than ready to be tied up and entered.

  “Your new skill doesn’t leave anything to be desired, one might say,” Anandra teased her, “but what is this thing I’m wearing? Is it meant to be inserted into you? Am I meant to fuck you with it? Is that what I’m supposed to do?”

  “It’s called a ‘strap-on,’ and that’s a dildo attached to it, and yes, you put it inside a woman and you thrust it in and out of her.”

  “Like a man does?”

  “Only way better.”

  “I’m game, then.” Anandra grabbed Iris’s thighs and shoved them apart, revealing her wet, hot cunt, showing exactly how ready she was to be fucked. “You certainly are ready…good girl! But not that good,” she added with a wicked smirk. “Not good enough to avoid being tied up, although it seems you aren’t even close to resisting such a thing.”

  “No, not at all,” Iris said, her voice coming out breathy, both from the slap and from her more-than-obvious arousal and need. She wanted that dildo inside her, she wanted to be tied up, and she wanted all of it as soon as possible. She knew she wouldn’t be able to come from the dildo alone, but she was so aroused by now it didn’t really matter. She also knew that the food was only part of why she was so turned on, because her pleasure felt only slightly more intense than it had the two prior times they’d had sex. And it was bound to get hotter over time, wasn’t it?

  Anandra tied Iris’s wrists to the top two bedposts, spreading her arms wide apart, making her helpless, which only caused her arousal to grow, and then tied each ankle to a bedpost as well. Then she began to tease Iris’s hole with the dildo, seeming almost cruel as she denied her the penetration she so desperately desired. “Please, Anandra…please, put it in.”

  “You want me to slide this…dildo, was it?…inside you? You want me to thrust it in and out of you? Like a man? Only better? Much, much better? You’re hungry for it, aren’t you? You’re hungry to be spread wide and shoved full of dildo, aren’t you, sweetness?” And with that, she shoved the dildo inside Iris’s cunt, every inch of it, and Iris made a long, loud, high-pitched cry of pleasure.

  “Finally!” she gasped, as Anandra began to fuck her. And Anandra was like a natural, her hips undulating smoothly as the dildo slid in and out of Iris’s opening, as it filled her up.

  Anandra kept it deep inside her, only pulling it out a bit, and somehow, Iris had managed to create a dildo that actually pleasured her clit. But she couldn’t possibly figure out how it could be happening, because she had limited experience with dildos and no idea how those experiences could have taught her exactly how to picture this Dyke’s Ideal Dildo™, one that would be more than welcome in lesbian-friendly sex-toy stores. She’d have to take it home with her, that much was certain. However, there was also a small chance that Anandra was doing this, in which case she’d have to take her home, instead. And maybe that would be a good thing.

  Wait, where had that thought come from? After all, Anandra wouldn’t possibly want to go home with her, and why should she? And furthermore, why on Earth, and why on…whatever this planet happened to be called, would she want Anandra to come with her, for that matter? Iris quickly shoved that thought away and went back, relatively easily, to letting herself concentrate on the pleasure rippling out from the dildo.

  Yes, it was rather easy to return to paying attention to the pleasure the dildo was providing. The impossible-to-ignore sensations from its length traveled from the opening of her cunt, where the dildo slipped in and out of her, all the way up to her clit, and then they all flowed back down in a quick, intense movement, followed by another trip up to her clit and then back down…and another…and Iris was almost there, almost there, and then—but before that next, important wave of pleasure could reach her clit for that final, necessary time, Anandra withdrew the dildo in another quick, intense movement, although this one was just intensely disappointing.

  “Why?” Iris whined. “Why did you take it out? I was so close, so…fucking…close!”

  “Because, Iris, I get to come first.” She sounded like she meant her words one hundred percent, and Iris instantly knew she wouldn’t change her mind. She watched Anandra take off the strap-on (not without a little trouble, Iris was pleased to see), placing it by Iris’s side. So close, Iris thought. So close, and yet so far! But then those petulant thoughts turned to thoughts of how much she’d enjoyed eating Anandra out at other times, and as Anandra straddled her head and lowered her wet pussy onto Iris’s lips, she began to salivate in hunger for the second time that night.

  Iris didn’t even have to lift her head. Anandra brought the party to her, instead, placing her clit right about a centimeter away from Iris’s lips. She rose up the miniscule amount required and opened her mouth. She intended this time to get Anandra off until she couldn’t think, until her legs turned limp and so did her arms, until all of her did so as well. She wanted Anandra to know she’d chosen the right woman to sleep with, because all that time she’d spent with Jane had made her feel like maybe those words would never be true about her. She needed to feel she could succeed at properly pleasuring a woman, and so far she was doing just fine, judging from the way Anandra was already riding her mouth and telling her how good she was.

  Yes, apparently she was good, because soon enough, Anandra’s first peak came, and then, after maybe a minute, she had another. This time, she had Iris stop at the lucky number of orgasm number three, and then Iris got three of her own, Anandra working away at her clit with her fingers while she growled dirty things into her ear, things like what a slut Iris was, and how she was pretty sure she could even get into her ass without a fight. Iris was surprised at how aroused those words made her. Wait, she was into anal now, too? She was shocked at how her world had expanded in these last few days. First Amsterdam, then another universe, and now BDSM. Was anal next on the checklist?

  But it wasn’t to happen tonight, as Anandra got her off for the third time and then stopped, after having Iris clean off the hand she’d used with her tongue. She untied Iris and they climbed under the covers.

  “What a dirty, dirty girl you ar
e. I’ve never had this much fun with a partner, never!” Anandra quickly looked away after she said this, looking almost regretful.

  Iris felt some regret herself. Maybe it’d have been better if they’d kept business and pleasure separate. After all, they’d each be going their own way in only a few days, and she couldn’t let herself get the least bit attached to this admittedly beautiful and charming woman.

  Anandra looked back at her then, and Iris was struck again by her beauty. No one she’d seen on Earth in all her years could have rivaled this woman, but Anandra was almost cheating, what with the glowing cosmos scattered across her perfect, supple flesh.

  “Does your star-covered skin serve a purpose?” Iris asked.

  She instantly realized how rude her question was when Anandra replied, “Does yours?” But then she smiled at Iris and took her hand. “I have heard it was to help our ancestors find their way through the darkness and to connect them to all the power of the universe. Or something like that. But for me, it’s just a way that I stand out from others who aren’t like me. I suppose I’m all right with looking this way, for it’s how I’ve always looked, but it reminds me too much of…of…”

  And then a single, glowing tear dropped from Anandra’s eye all the way down to where she held Iris’s hand in hers. She cleared her throat and began to roll over. “I think we should go to sleep now. Got to get started early tomorrow morning, you know.” She sounded gruff as she spoke, but Iris could still hear the anguish that had caused the tear. It seemed like there was some loss in Anandra’s past, something perhaps similar to the loss Iris had experienced. She guessed it might have something to do with the war that Anandra never wanted to talk about, but instead of prying and trying to get to the bottom of it, Iris spooned her and shut her eyes. Anandra tensed at first, but then she relaxed moments later, and soon she was asleep.

  It might be time to write another letter, Iris thought as she waited for her own sleep to come, and when it refused to, she decided she had no choice but to comply with her annoying therapist’s advice. She climbed out of bed and got her bag, removing her notebook and pen and sitting crossed-legged on the rug. Where to begin, where to begin…