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...Ankneela rested, mind still whirling as she tried to make sense of these unexpected developments. But there were no answers, and eventually her eyes closed, and she slept unguarded in her hut...
In the morning the young girl arrived with her food and drink, but things were subtly different. Instead of just coming in, she called from outside and waited for Ankneela’s response before entering. She still smiled to see Ankneela, but she also bowed before setting the food on the floor. Then she sat with her eyes respectfully downcast as Ankneela ate.
When Ankneela had finished, the girl fetched her feather cloak from its stand, wrapped her in it, and secured it with the pin. Then they walked to the river together, this time without the guards. Ankneela wondered if she would ever see them again. They had been such a constant presence since she had arrived here. Though they had never spoken to her, or even looked at her directly, in a way she missed them.
The other women at the river were also different - a little more reserved, more reverential. The girl helped Ankneela to remove her cloak, then she held it off the ground while Ankneela bathed. When they left the river bank, Ankneela expected that they would not go to the witch woman’s hut, and they did not. They headed north, crossed the village’s central clearing and continued until they reached the northern part of the stockade, walking along just inside it for some distance. Ankneela had never been here before. From the other side of the stockade she heard what sounded like combat - the thud of war clubs against shields; the thock of arrows hitting their targets; the war cries of young men. But the girl showed no sign of alarm. It occurred to Ankneela that she had never seen young men in the village - women and c***dren and young girls, and occasional warriors, but no young men ever. She wondered if they lived separately on the other side of the stockade, practicing their skills until they were ready to become warriors. She had heard talk of tribes that did that.
But now they had apparently arrived at their destination - a large hut, like the witch woman’s, but decorated with white feathers like Ankneela’s. Pausing near the entrance, the girl called out and was answered by a woman’s voice. She held open the skin covering for Ankneela but did not enter herself.
Ankneela found herself in a large space, lit by candles and richly decorated, with two grass beds raised off the floor on platforms. Facing her was one of the feathered-ones, but not one she recognized. The woman was older, perhaps past her c***d-bearing years but not by much. Still beautiful and regal in demeanor. She put her hands on Ankneela’s shoulders and spoke at some length. Ankneela understood none of it and shook her head apologetically. The woman pointed to herself and said: “Inklitoori, Inklitoori.” Ankneela was astonished - in all her time here no one had offered her their name. She recovered quickly, repeated the woman’s name, and said her own name. Inklitoori said it twice, nodded and smiled. Then without any additional ceremony she pulled the pin from Ankneela’s cloak, slid it off her shoulders and hung it on a stand, leaving her naked. She had always been naked since her first day here, but after only a short time being covered by the feather cloak, it came as a surprise. She wondered what other surprises might be in store for her. Inklitoori led her to one of the raised beds, directed her to sit, and indicated with gestures that she should pay attention but say nothing.
A man’s voice called from outside. Inklitoori answered and a young man stepped inside. He was tall and slim but well muscled. Ankneela was reminded of how long it had been since she seen one of his age - not since leaving her own tribe in fact. Inklitoori reached up, placed her hands on his shoulders, and spoke to him slowly and seriously as she had to Ankneela, pausing frequently for him to acknowledge her words. Towards the end of the speech, Ankneela heard her own name amongst the alien words, and Inklitoori looked in her direction. The young man also looked and bowed towards her. If he noticed her nakedness he gave no sign of it.
Then Inklitoori removed the pin from her own cloak, slid it off her shoulders, and hung it next to Ankneela’s. Under it she was also naked. Ankneela stared in wonderment. She was a little heavier than Ankneela, and her body bore the signs of c***dbirth, but she was still glorious in the flickering candle light. The young man did not seem surprised by what had happened, but he could also not completely conceal his excitement. Inklitoori bent down, deftly removed his loincloth, and set it aside. He was also not surprised by this, nor did he show any embarrassment though
his manhood stood hard and straight. Ankneela’s mind raced. Once again she found herself struggling to understand these people. What was happening?
iklitoori took the young man’s hands and placed them on her own ample breasts, speaking to him calmly and slowly, her voice almost a whisper. He stroked her gently, and played with her nipples, making them hard before bending to kiss them. Ankneela was transfixed, barely able to breathe. At Inklitoori’s whispered directions, the young man’s hands and lips continued to travel over her body, slowly and reverently, almost in a dance. Sometimes he would whisper back to her, and she seemed pleased with his words. This continued for some time while Ankneela watched, fascinated.
But now Inklitoori paused, and turned the young man in Ankneela’s direction. She gestured to Ankneela to lie back on the bed and open her knees, and she positioned him between them. Ankneela’s heart was pounding. Inklitoori whispered a few more instructions, and the young man dropped to his knees between Ankneela’s open legs, and began to kiss the inside of one knee and up the inside of her thigh almost to her sex before switching to the other thigh. His hands roamed over her flanks and breasts. The skin of his hands was hard but his touch was gentle. He continued for some time, sometimes dragging his lips gently across her skin in a way that made her think she might faint.
Inklitoori whispered again, and he slid his tongue into the already wet folds of Ankneela’s secret places, and she groaned and dug her nails into the palms of her hands. Her mind reeled - she had never heard of such a thing, but the feeling was beyond delightful, and she did not want it to stop. The young man had no intention of stopping. He played Ankneela like an instrument, sometimes slowing down, then speeding up, constantly attentive to her moans and sighs. Eventually, just when Ankneela felt she could take no more of it, Inklitoori said the words of release, and he sucked and caressed her until she convulsed, moaning and sobbing in ecstasy.
He slid onto the bed behind her, holding her trembling body in his arms, and whispering words that she knew were supposed to make her feel beautiful, and they did.
Ankneela did not know how long they lay there. She felt so blissfully at peace that she did not care if she never moved again. But then came more whisperings from Inklitoori, and the young man gently disengaged, and stepped over to the other bed where she lay waiting for him. Taking his manhood into her hands, she guided him into her, and he commenced a slow and purposeful thrusting. Even in her torpor, Ankneela watched, entranced. She had never seen another man and woman coupling. She was mesmerized by the contrast between their bodies, his hard and lean and muscled, hers soft and curvy and feminine, as they moved together in obvious pleasure.
Inklitoori continued to whisper instructions to him, but now her words were punctuated by ragged, panting inhalations and moans. The young man’s face was a study in fierce concentration. Ankneela could sense his almost unbearable need to spend, but even stronger was his desire not to disappoint inklitoori. Finally she released him with a word and he thrust hard into her. Her hands clutched at his back and she cried out as they rocked together in mutual ecstasy. Afterwards he held her, as he had held Ankneela, whispering the words that she wanted to hear, until all was still but for their breathing. It was the most beautiful thing Ankneela had ever seen.
After an unknown period of time had passed, inklitoori and the young man rose and dressed. Once again she placed her hands on his shoulders and addressed him seriously. And again he responded in kind. Finally he bowed to inklitoori, and to Ankneela still laying where he had left her, and backed out of the hut. Somehow Ankneela knew that he would not be running to his friends and boasting of what had happened - this was a sacred thing between them, a memory to be cherished forever. She understood also that when he achieved full manhood, the young man’s standing within the tribe would depend not only on his prowess at hunting and fighting, but also on his ability to please a woman. And that was the job of Inklitoori, and the others like her, and now also Ankneela. She had much to learn, and she would learn it all from Inklitoori.
But it seemed that they were done for that day at least. Inklitoori helped her to stand, dressed her in her feather cloak, and showed her to the doorway where the young girl was waiting to escort her home.
Later, alone in her own hut, Ankneela slept. And she dreamed of a time in the future, after her own monthly bleeding had departed, taking with it the risk of pregnancy. And she would be like Inklitoori, perhaps with a young apprentice of her own, teaching the young men of the tribe to revere and delight their women. And it was the most beautiful dream...
In the morning the young girl arrived with her food and drink, but things were subtly different. Instead of just coming in, she called from outside and waited for Ankneela’s response before entering. She still smiled to see Ankneela, but she also bowed before setting the food on the floor. Then she sat with her eyes respectfully downcast as Ankneela ate.
When Ankneela had finished, the girl fetched her feather cloak from its stand, wrapped her in it, and secured it with the pin. Then they walked to the river together, this time without the guards. Ankneela wondered if she would ever see them again. They had been such a constant presence since she had arrived here. Though they had never spoken to her, or even looked at her directly, in a way she missed them.
The other women at the river were also different - a little more reserved, more reverential. The girl helped Ankneela to remove her cloak, then she held it off the ground while Ankneela bathed. When they left the river bank, Ankneela expected that they would not go to the witch woman’s hut, and they did not. They headed north, crossed the village’s central clearing and continued until they reached the northern part of the stockade, walking along just inside it for some distance. Ankneela had never been here before. From the other side of the stockade she heard what sounded like combat - the thud of war clubs against shields; the thock of arrows hitting their targets; the war cries of young men. But the girl showed no sign of alarm. It occurred to Ankneela that she had never seen young men in the village - women and c***dren and young girls, and occasional warriors, but no young men ever. She wondered if they lived separately on the other side of the stockade, practicing their skills until they were ready to become warriors. She had heard talk of tribes that did that.
But now they had apparently arrived at their destination - a large hut, like the witch woman’s, but decorated with white feathers like Ankneela’s. Pausing near the entrance, the girl called out and was answered by a woman’s voice. She held open the skin covering for Ankneela but did not enter herself.
Ankneela found herself in a large space, lit by candles and richly decorated, with two grass beds raised off the floor on platforms. Facing her was one of the feathered-ones, but not one she recognized. The woman was older, perhaps past her c***d-bearing years but not by much. Still beautiful and regal in demeanor. She put her hands on Ankneela’s shoulders and spoke at some length. Ankneela understood none of it and shook her head apologetically. The woman pointed to herself and said: “Inklitoori, Inklitoori.” Ankneela was astonished - in all her time here no one had offered her their name. She recovered quickly, repeated the woman’s name, and said her own name. Inklitoori said it twice, nodded and smiled. Then without any additional ceremony she pulled the pin from Ankneela’s cloak, slid it off her shoulders and hung it on a stand, leaving her naked. She had always been naked since her first day here, but after only a short time being covered by the feather cloak, it came as a surprise. She wondered what other surprises might be in store for her. Inklitoori led her to one of the raised beds, directed her to sit, and indicated with gestures that she should pay attention but say nothing.
A man’s voice called from outside. Inklitoori answered and a young man stepped inside. He was tall and slim but well muscled. Ankneela was reminded of how long it had been since she seen one of his age - not since leaving her own tribe in fact. Inklitoori reached up, placed her hands on his shoulders, and spoke to him slowly and seriously as she had to Ankneela, pausing frequently for him to acknowledge her words. Towards the end of the speech, Ankneela heard her own name amongst the alien words, and Inklitoori looked in her direction. The young man also looked and bowed towards her. If he noticed her nakedness he gave no sign of it.
Then Inklitoori removed the pin from her own cloak, slid it off her shoulders, and hung it next to Ankneela’s. Under it she was also naked. Ankneela stared in wonderment. She was a little heavier than Ankneela, and her body bore the signs of c***dbirth, but she was still glorious in the flickering candle light. The young man did not seem surprised by what had happened, but he could also not completely conceal his excitement. Inklitoori bent down, deftly removed his loincloth, and set it aside. He was also not surprised by this, nor did he show any embarrassment though
his manhood stood hard and straight. Ankneela’s mind raced. Once again she found herself struggling to understand these people. What was happening?
iklitoori took the young man’s hands and placed them on her own ample breasts, speaking to him calmly and slowly, her voice almost a whisper. He stroked her gently, and played with her nipples, making them hard before bending to kiss them. Ankneela was transfixed, barely able to breathe. At Inklitoori’s whispered directions, the young man’s hands and lips continued to travel over her body, slowly and reverently, almost in a dance. Sometimes he would whisper back to her, and she seemed pleased with his words. This continued for some time while Ankneela watched, fascinated.
But now Inklitoori paused, and turned the young man in Ankneela’s direction. She gestured to Ankneela to lie back on the bed and open her knees, and she positioned him between them. Ankneela’s heart was pounding. Inklitoori whispered a few more instructions, and the young man dropped to his knees between Ankneela’s open legs, and began to kiss the inside of one knee and up the inside of her thigh almost to her sex before switching to the other thigh. His hands roamed over her flanks and breasts. The skin of his hands was hard but his touch was gentle. He continued for some time, sometimes dragging his lips gently across her skin in a way that made her think she might faint.
Inklitoori whispered again, and he slid his tongue into the already wet folds of Ankneela’s secret places, and she groaned and dug her nails into the palms of her hands. Her mind reeled - she had never heard of such a thing, but the feeling was beyond delightful, and she did not want it to stop. The young man had no intention of stopping. He played Ankneela like an instrument, sometimes slowing down, then speeding up, constantly attentive to her moans and sighs. Eventually, just when Ankneela felt she could take no more of it, Inklitoori said the words of release, and he sucked and caressed her until she convulsed, moaning and sobbing in ecstasy.
He slid onto the bed behind her, holding her trembling body in his arms, and whispering words that she knew were supposed to make her feel beautiful, and they did.
Ankneela did not know how long they lay there. She felt so blissfully at peace that she did not care if she never moved again. But then came more whisperings from Inklitoori, and the young man gently disengaged, and stepped over to the other bed where she lay waiting for him. Taking his manhood into her hands, she guided him into her, and he commenced a slow and purposeful thrusting. Even in her torpor, Ankneela watched, entranced. She had never seen another man and woman coupling. She was mesmerized by the contrast between their bodies, his hard and lean and muscled, hers soft and curvy and feminine, as they moved together in obvious pleasure.
Inklitoori continued to whisper instructions to him, but now her words were punctuated by ragged, panting inhalations and moans. The young man’s face was a study in fierce concentration. Ankneela could sense his almost unbearable need to spend, but even stronger was his desire not to disappoint inklitoori. Finally she released him with a word and he thrust hard into her. Her hands clutched at his back and she cried out as they rocked together in mutual ecstasy. Afterwards he held her, as he had held Ankneela, whispering the words that she wanted to hear, until all was still but for their breathing. It was the most beautiful thing Ankneela had ever seen.
After an unknown period of time had passed, inklitoori and the young man rose and dressed. Once again she placed her hands on his shoulders and addressed him seriously. And again he responded in kind. Finally he bowed to inklitoori, and to Ankneela still laying where he had left her, and backed out of the hut. Somehow Ankneela knew that he would not be running to his friends and boasting of what had happened - this was a sacred thing between them, a memory to be cherished forever. She understood also that when he achieved full manhood, the young man’s standing within the tribe would depend not only on his prowess at hunting and fighting, but also on his ability to please a woman. And that was the job of Inklitoori, and the others like her, and now also Ankneela. She had much to learn, and she would learn it all from Inklitoori.
But it seemed that they were done for that day at least. Inklitoori helped her to stand, dressed her in her feather cloak, and showed her to the doorway where the young girl was waiting to escort her home.
Later, alone in her own hut, Ankneela slept. And she dreamed of a time in the future, after her own monthly bleeding had departed, taking with it the risk of pregnancy. And she would be like Inklitoori, perhaps with a young apprentice of her own, teaching the young men of the tribe to revere and delight their women. And it was the most beautiful dream...
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