But there was no denying it: she was damned hungry. “As much as it pains me to say this, I’m…well, actually really, really hungry. That was a lot of walking, and while I try to keep in shape, I’m not used to being on my feet all day long for so many days in a row.”
“Then we must do our best to get you into better shape after dinner,” Anandra announced with a mischievous grin. No question what she was talking about, Iris thought to herself as she settled down onto the blanket.
Dinner was more bread, more cheese, some wine-like drink, and a few pieces of fruit like the kind they’d eaten Iris’s first morning in this world. That morning already felt like it was light-years away, and the person she’d been when she’d come to this world seemed very far away, too. The old her never would have been this brave, this risk-taking, and the old her never, ever would have done the incredibly adventurous, incredibly kinky things she’d done with Anandra each time they’d gotten naked together.
She made quick work of her dinner, because she couldn’t wait for the real meal, the acts that would fully feed her body and mind. After eating, she quickly shed her clothes while a wide-eyed, appreciative-looking Anandra watched, sipping her drink and smiling softly at the sight of Iris’s bare skin. Or, at least, that was what Iris hoped was causing her to smile.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Anandra asked quietly, taking one of Iris’s wrists. She stretched Iris’s arm above her head, running her other hand up and down her arm and squeezing it here and there. “Even your arms are beautiful…elegant…ideal.”
“I’ve never been told I have nice arms before,” Iris responded, feeling nervous as Anandra continued to touch her arm. How could this woman, this gorgeous woman, find her so attractive? It seemed unbelievable, and yet, the look that Anandra was giving her made her words seem to ring true. “Thank you,” she added.
“You may thank me later, once I’ve done everything to your body that I plan to tonight.” Anandra locked eyes with her. “Can you bring any other sexual implements into being for me? That’s an order, by the way,” and Anandra chuckled softly. “Yes, you must do as I say.” Then Anandra yanked her arm behind her head and slammed her to the blanket. Luckily, its padding kept the ground from hurting her back, but the strong grip Anandra had on her arm hurt just a little, and she felt the strain of the position it was being pulled into, felt it deliciously. She’d already started to get aroused, so there was nothing to slow Anandra’s hand when she shoved her way into Iris’s cunt, fucking her with her fingers, rough and quick movements that were obviously doing the trick, from the way Iris was writhing around with each firm thrust.
“Bring me something I can put inside you, possibly something I can put into your ass while I fuck you with my fingers. I want you to be fucking full, every single hole.” With those words, she shoved her tongue into Iris’s mouth. She thrust it in time to each penetrating push she made into Iris’s cunt with her fingers.
Iris tried to do as Anandra had ordered, but she was so distracted by her tongue and fingers that it was more challenging than it had been before. But after a few seconds more of kissing and fingers invading her body (welcomely, of course), she heard a quiet thud to her left, and they turned to see a small bottle and a line of pearlescent beads, each one bigger and bigger as they climbed up the thick bar that connected them. Iris gasped at their sudden appearance and at their increases in size. She’d never had a single thing in her ass before she’d come to this world, and now these? Could she take even the smallest one?
“And what are these, my sweet?”
“A…anal beads. You put them in your ass. And I’ve read that, um, if you pull them out during orgasm, it intensifies the orgasm.”
“And the bottle?”
“Lube, for inserting them.”
“Looks like fun.” Anandra removed her fingers from Iris’s cunt, leaving it sadly empty. But only a few moments later, a slicked-up bead was pressed hard against Iris’s ass, slowly working its way inside, Anandra’s fingers gripping it tight. Soon enough, Iris’s asshole was also gripping it tight, as she felt it spread her open the slightest bit and then slide inside her. Anandra tugged at it, showing Iris how secure it was inside her, and she surprised herself (yet another surprise!) by gasping in delight at the sensation. “Someone, and by ‘someone’ I mean you, Iris, seems to like having her ass filled up. Maybe I should find out if that someone likes having her clit played with while she has a tiny little bead penetrating her ass.”
Happily, Iris did enjoy having her clit played with while her ass was full, and it turned out (unsurprisingly) that she enjoyed it a little bit more with each bigger, wider, rounder bead, each one going in with ease with a slight push of Anandra’s fingers. With each bead, she sped up her fingers a little, until Iris felt their pressure causing an equal amount of pressure to build within her body, until it could no longer be held in, until it had to be released.
“Are you going to come, you slut? Are you?”
“Yes…yes!” The orgasm rushed to the surface, her clit growing as hard as it ever had been, and just as the orgasm began, Anandra began to pull the beads out of her ass, one by one, and the orgasm just grew and grew as each bead slid out.
As it reached its final peak, Anandra removed her fingers from Iris’s clit, shoved them into her mouth, and ordered, “Taste yourself, and don’t you dare stop coming.”
Iris didn’t. She couldn’t have, not even if she’d tried, which of course was the last thing she’d ever want to do mid-orgasm. She kept coming as the final bead left her body and as Anandra’s fingers, tasting of her cunt, sweet and tart, spread her mouth wide, sliding in and out and making drool run to her lips and moisten them, making them as wet as her spasming cunt.
“Good girl, what a good girl you are.” There it was, as Anandra said these words, the final touch of orgasm, and then Iris collapsed—weak, sated, and happy.
“I’ll give you a few moments, and then I think I would like to try out these bead things. You seemed to enjoy them well enough, after all.”
Iris caught her breath and tried to take as little time as she possibly could before she crouched between Anandra’s legs and began to slide the first bead into her ass, watching it slip inside her with ease. She copied Anandra, using her fingers on her clit as only minutes ago Anandra had been doing to her, but this time, as she worked Anandra toward orgasm, her nipples got tweaked and her shoulder got bitten, and Anandra roared around her flesh as she shook beneath Iris and came, quickly, twice in a row.
As they lay down on the blanket and got ready to sleep, Iris had to ask her. “I thought you always came first. I mean, got off first. Wasn’t that what you said?”
“Not always,” Anandra replied in a sleepy voice. “Besides, you were looking so pretty, and I like making pretty girls happy. It’s just my way.”
After Anandra was asleep, Iris snuck out of bed and got her pen and notebook. She nibbled on the end of the pen for a bit, wondering where to start, and then began writing her next letter to Jane.
Dear Jane,
It feels like it’s been weeks, or months, since I arrived here. I feel…I feel really different, almost like I’m not the girl, the woman you knew when we were living together. How’s Billy doing, by the way? I thought it was unfair that you got to keep our cat, but you know me—there was absolutely no way I was going to put up a fight. I almost feel like I would have put up a struggle if we’d split up just now, even though I’ve only been here four nights, just four nights.
But I feel different, and it’s not just the sexual experiences, although that part of my time here has been a change from the ordinary. I’m not shy like I used to be, either naked or clothed, and I’m no longer afraid to ask for what I want.
Which is why I think I can now easily ask you to return your hand, your body, your heart to me. If you will give me them, that is.
And…and I’ll end with saying that I like it here, and I like Anandra, and while I do want to get back to yo
u, I also…I also almost want to stay.
Iris lowered her pen after writing those words. What the heck did she write that for? Why would she want to stay here? What would she gain from it? What was here that wasn’t in her world?
A soft sigh to her right and the sight of whom it came from let her know exactly why she wanted to stay here. Her grandmother Sallie sat cross-legged on the ground not far away, her silvery hair shining in the light from the torch Anandra had stabbed into the soft dirt a few feet away from their blanket.
“Sweet, darling Iris. Here I am again, and I’m damn happy to see you. Did you like the warrior’s story, by the way? And have you been eating enough? You look a little thin.”
“It’s just all this walking,” she told Sallie, and found herself smiling at the sight of one of the dearest people in the world to her.
“I’ll say! You’ve been doing much more than your poor old granny on her wobbly legs could do. You probably won’t be surprised to hear that I use a cane these days. Although it is a beaut, carved from a Sycla tree and inlaid with semiprecious stones. I wish I was half as pretty as it is!”
“Oh, Sallie, you’re still beautiful to me.”
“Thank you, dear. I hope Brenne would still think so.”
Brenne, her grandmother’s partner, had died when Iris was less than two years old. She’d gotten sick, very sick and very suddenly, and before the doctors could figure out what was ailing her, she passed. Sallie had kept many photos of the two of them scattered throughout the house. There had also been a painting of them in front of a large mansion and garden, with a carved otter statue sitting by their front porch next to some flowers Iris had never seen anywhere outside of the painting.
“Brenne would think you were more than just beautiful, Sallie. Far more.”
“My, sweetie, you’re going to make an old woman blush. Well, if you insist on complimenting me, I suppose I’ll just have to sit here and take it.” Her grandmother flashed a toothy grin at Iris, showing that she didn’t seem to mind the compliments in the least. “Now, about that story…”
“The warrior you were talking about, was that Kuk?”
“Yes, it was. I once knew him well. A kind, gentle creature, only used his strength for violence when he had no other choice. Now, would you like to hear a song?” Before Iris could answer, Sallie cleared her throat and began to sing in a clear, smooth voice. Her song was about a war, one that was fought between good and evil, and about warriors fashioned of clay and then brought to life to fight the people of this world and take over for a cruel and heartless queen. A queen named Tressa, whom Iris remembered hearing about earlier. This song had to be about the Great War, and when she turned to see if her grandmother’s singing had woken Anandra, she saw that she was still asleep, but a few tears were running down her face. Along with the tears was a slight smile, though, and as Iris listened to Sallie’s song, she hoped that Anandra’s dreams held some joy and would distract her from the hardships of her past. At least for the next few minutes. At least for tonight.
When she looked back in her grandmother’s direction, the last few notes of the song escaped her lips, and then she was silent for a few seconds.
“I wish I could touch you,” Iris told her, and now she was crying a little, too. “Will I ever be able to again?”
“I couldn’t possibly hope for it any more than I do. But before there’s a chance for that, I must tell you that I can’t get to you right now. I’m trapped in another realm, and it would take a great deal of magic to bring me into the one you are in now. And…and I need to warn you about something, too.”
“Oh, great.” Iris crossed her arms, and her tears stopped flowing then. “I mean…I’m sorry, but it’s just been really hard, much more stressful than even midterms.”
Her grandmother laughed. “I would imagine so! Although I know it hasn’t all been stressful, you little minx.” A dramatic, teasing wink came with her words, and Iris laughed.
“I hope you haven’t been watching us!”
“Oh, of course not. I just know from my days with Brenne how a woman carries herself differently, when, well…but back to what I was saying. I have a worry that something waits for you at your destination, at the castle. Something bad. Something that…oh, hell! I’m fading, pumpkin, I have to go…I’ll try to visit you again tomorrow night. I have hopes that the little bit of power I was able to send to your realm will send you next to the place where I wanted you to go. Good luck! I love you!” Sallie’s image flickered then, and she began to fade.
And now she was gone. Now, Iris was crying, and it took her a long hour before the tears stopped and she was able to sleep.
Chapter Eight
Iris didn’t know what had woken her, but it very well could have been Anandra, because she was now up and on the move, rifling through her magic sack and looking wide-awake. “Are you scaring up some breakfast?” Iris asked her. “And does that breakfast include some cheefen?”
She’d grown to like the cheefen, and maybe she’d grown to more than just “like” it. That thought made her think about other things that she’d grown to like, if by “things” she meant “Anandra.”
“Yes, there will be cheefen aplenty, I assure you of this.”
“Good. Very, very good.” She wanted to ask if there would be some hot sex either before or after the cheefen and breakfast were served, but when Anandra walked over to her and planted a very luscious, moist kiss on her lips, she no longer needed to ask her question. And it was answered further as Anandra cupped her breast, squeezing it a little, then a little more, until her hand was almost like a vise.
Iris made a sharp noise against Anandra’s lips, and Anandra pulled back just a centimeter or so and asked, “Too much?” Her lips were practically still touching Iris’s when she spoke, which struck Iris as very hot.
“Not in the least. Please, keep going!” Iris made an even louder sound as Anandra did just that, tightening her grip on Iris’s breast even more, causing her to tighten in other, lower places, to clench her cunt and wish that it was clenching down on some part of Anandra.
Her wish was soon answered, as Anandra, seeming to remember that she had a pussy as well as breasts, reached down and parted its lips, stroking her clit and then letting go of her chest. Iris gasped at the sudden release of her hand, half-relieved and half-saddened by the lack of pressure where it once had been. Anandra continued to circle her clit, adding bit by bit to the pressure of her fingers against it.
Now that her fingers were slicked up, she showed Iris that she had other plans for those fingers, other plans than just getting her off. “Get on your back,” she ordered, and after a moment’s hesitation, Iris did as she said. Anandra mounted Iris’s face, bending down the length of her body and showing Iris that she was long enough to reach her cunt and then some. The “and then some” seemed to mean that while Iris was supposed to eat her out, she was apparently going to play with Iris’s ass. So while Iris licked and sucked at her clit, as Iris first brought her mouth to Anandra’s hot, wet clitoris, Anandra brought her finger to Iris’s asshole, circling it instead of her clit, now, with firm-yet-tender strokes.
Iris moaned against her lover’s cunt, and those sounds combined with her tongue’s pressure seemed to bring Anandra quite close to the edge. Just as Anandra started to push the tip of her wet finger into Iris’s ass, she came, bucking against Iris’s lips and letting her finger slip a little farther into Iris’s ass. It hurt, but just mildly, and then it hurt even less, as, still coming, Anandra started working away at Iris’s clit again, working it over until Iris came too, feeling her ass clench on Anandra’s finger and her cunt clench on nothing at all.
“Not…not bad.” Iris panted. “Not bad at all!”
“Why, thank you, Iris. I’m happy to hear that you approve.” It was now that Iris realized a tiny stream was running through their cave, and she joined Anandra in washing her hands in its water before they sat down to a small meal of cheefen and some sort of b
reakfast bun: it was somewhat like a cinnamon roll, only spicier and with thicker, chewier walls.
“What’s this called?” Iris asked her, already halfway done with the delicious pastry before she even thought to ask.
“It’s a prahl roll. Do you approve?”
“Well, my taste buds seem to. Man, is it ever good.” She finished her roll and went and rinsed her hands in the stream again. “Good, but messy,” she added, and Anandra laughed and nodded.
“My grandmother used to make them. These aren’t as good as hers, but there’s no chance of ever having one as good as hers again.”
“My grandmother is a great cook, too,” Iris said, thinking as she said this that in the not-too-distant past, she would have said “was” instead. But although she didn’t really have definitive proof at this point, she was almost certain she should be keeping all comments about her grandmother in the present tense.
“So she’s still alive? You’re lucky, then. Very lucky.” Anandra’s face softened and, thankfully, instead of frowning and tearing up, she smiled. Iris wanted to know about her past, she realized now. She wanted to know about Anandra’s parents and grandmother, whom she seemed to still care about immensely. Iris knew about loss herself, considering she’d never gotten to know her parents and had lost contact with her grandmother at such a young age. She may have loved her foster parents, but it wasn’t the same with them as it had been with her grandmother. She’d always felt too different from them, always even more removed from them than merely lacking shared DNA would allow for. Almost like she was a different species than them. And maybe, now that she knew where her grandmother was truly from—this entirely different world—she could finally understand why that was.
But she couldn’t tell Anandra yet, because although she liked the woman, she didn’t know yet if she could trust her with this information. Her grandmother’s words had worried her a bit about sharing information, and so she decided to be cautious about what she told her new friend. Because friend or not, she’d only known Anandra a mere three days, and even if this was their fourth morning together, and even if she was more than happy to share her body with her, she wasn’t even close to ready to share anything more than her friendship and flesh. And could she really, truly trust Anandra? She wondered about this as they packed up their things and got ready to head out.
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