Alone in the woodland glade, surrounded by the eager mating calls of birds and the wind rustling through the soft green foliage, bringing fresh air to each breath, we undressed each other. Her dress slipped from the curve of her breast, their sensitive points tightening in the cool breeze. Then I was next. Our clothes made silken puddles on the ground as our lips and bodies met in a sweet expression of our love.
“Um, this is nice and all,” Valeria said. “But you are going to tie me up, right?”
Romance comes in different flavors for different people. Some people’s love language are words of affection, others need quality time, or acts of service. Valeria needed rope bondage, which was strangely left out of a certain best-selling book on the subject.
They also left out ‘being on time,’ which is a big one for me, but I digress. Besides, in Amaranth, clocks were pretty rare so you couldn’t be too hung up on it.
I bound her wrists over her head. Then I wrapped hemp rope tightly around her breasts until they popped forward like she was wearing a bullet bra, but with more skin exposed. Then I helped her down to rest in the soft bed of pink petals that Xyla had arranged there for us, and tied each ankle to nearby trees, spreading her open, and her wrists to a different one.
Her chest rose and fell with her deep panting breath. Her face was flushed with excitement, and her pussy bedewed with arousal.
For my part, my cock felt as hard as a rock.
“I’m helpless,” she told me. “You can ravish me. I can’t stop you.”
I wanted more consent than that, even though I knew I had it. But she wanted to be helpless, and so I needed to figure out how to get us both all that we wanted. “Beg for it,” I said.
“Ravish me, please,” she said.
“I’ll consider it,” I said. “There’s not much you can do about it either way, is there?”
Her hips bucked at that. I didn’t want her orgasming just from being bound, not this time. “Please, Abby. Put your big cock in me and make me yours!”
I grinned. “Are you wet enough? Maybe you need to be teased first?”
She shook her head. “I’m wet enough.”
I went down on her. I wasn’t teasing – at least not after the first minute. She screamed my name as she came, and I wondered just how far away the others had gotten. Not far enough, I suspected.
She panted. “Supposed to be.”
“Supposed to be what?”
“Having your way with me.”
“I am.” I smirked. My lips were wet with her juices.
I pulled a condom out of the bag. It was sure handy to have whatever I wanted pop into my hand when I reached inside. Way better than fumbling around awkwardly in a dresser drawer, especially as my dresser was several hundred yards away. I ripped open the packet, and rolled it over my cock. I had to look past my full breasts to do it, which made it different from the other times I’d put a wrapper on it.
Oh, c’mon. Knock her up!
There was no getting away from Enash. We hadn’t talked about kids. And after Gren’s surprise, I knew that I could father – mother? A child. Maybe I’d have kids with Valeria someday, but too much stuff had been going wrong lately to like the idea of both of my strong warriors being pregnant at the same time.
That, and I never thought I’d have kids, and was just getting used to the idea.
Valeria was smiling up at me. “Good decision,” she said. “I always feel sorry for the lambs, though, that –”
But it doesn’t feel as good with a condom.
It felt damn good either way. I knelt down and slid inside her.
Ugh, I almost feel like spoiling the surprise.
I didn’t know what the surprise was, and I didn’t care. I managed to ignore Enash, and thought of nothing else but the two of us for a long, long time.
I untied her eventually, so that we could cuddle, our bodies warming each other against the cool of the forest, and we fell asleep to the rustling of the leaves in the breeze.
The next day I went to talk to Zargaza. I took Lesseth along because she was the only one who wouldn’t slow me down on my new bike, and it took me only a few hours. Riding a bike meant I didn’t wear one of my new black dresses, but one couldn’t have everything. I settled for shorts and a halter top.
The orcs had been busy. They were still living in tents, but they’d laid the foundations for some brick buildings, and they’d raked some fields. They definitely weren’t lazy. Some of the ones working on tilling the soil stopped, though, to stare at me. Or my bike. I wasn’t so vain that I needed to know which.
I stopped in front of one of them, a big bulky dude with a mop of black hair on a round green head, and asked to speak to Zargaza. He went off to fetch her, and I looked around while I waited.
It was hard to believe that a few days ago these people had been a menacing horde, armed and endangering everything in their way. There were a few weapons in sight, sure, but some of them were being worked on by a blacksmith in the center of the tent city who was literally pounding swords into plow blades.
Zargaza came out of the biggest tent and walked toward me. She wore an abbreviated leather skirt and a leather bandeau top, both dyed an iridescent violet, and her hips were swinging. There was a big smile on her face, and I wasn’t sure if it was sincere or not.
“Queen Abby!” she called out as she approached.
“Zargaza. What do I call you?”
“Mayor. Mayor Zargaza. But that’s not necessary between friends, is it?” She grinned.
“No. The queen part isn’t, either.”
She surprised me by embracing and kissing me. “Good. I hate formality. Would you like to talk in my tent?”
I shrugged. “Sure. Is it safe to leave my bike out?” I indicated the machine, since there was no way she could know what a bike was.
“Absolutely.” She raised her voice. “Anyone who touches Abby’s wheeled contraption will be drawn and quartered, and fed to crows!”
Well, maybe there was a little bit of the menacing horde left, after all. Still, I figured her disincentive program would probably work, so I followed her to her tent.
It was a big, domed structure, with furs on the dirt floor. There were three orcs there, all armed, and for a moment I worried about an ambush.
“Everyone out!” Zargaza ordered in a harsh voice. Then it softened to something sultry. “Abby and I need some… alone time.”
One of the orcs chuckled, but all of them left. As soon as they were gone, Zargaza threw herself to one of the furs, and looked up at me. She was on her side, her head propped up with one hand, the other caressing the curve of her hip. She was at the edge of the fur, as if making space for me. “So,” she said, her tone seductive. “You wanted to see me.”
“Uh, yeah. Yes I did.” I appreciated her curves, but I had just gotten married, and I had four women at home. Well, three at home, and one in my bag. Not to mention Sandra and Jill, who increasingly felt a world away. I suppose they were, literally. I didn’t need more complications.
“Did you want to see,” she paused. “More of me?” She tugged the bandeau top down, just an inch, with one hand, so that her big green boobs almost popped out of it.
“Actually, I brought seeds.”
She grinned. “Seeding me would be a good way to bring our people together, Abby!”
“Crop seeds,” I specified.
She pouted. “I knew what you meant. And I’m grateful.” She still didn’t stand up, and I wasn’t lying down with her.
I took the packets of seeds out of my bag and put them in the place she’d left for me on the furs. There were bags full of them, corn and squash, lettuce and cabbage, and her eyes widened.
“Those couldn’t all fit in that bag,” she said.
“Magic,” I explained. “We have something else to talk about.”
She pushed the seeds to the side. “Yes we do, Abby. You. And me.”
“Actually, an orc named Druk.”
Her eyes narrowed. “The one who was smitten with Kendala.”
“Yeah. He came and tried to attack me.”
“I will cover him in honey and leave him for the ants to eat, slowly.”
I put my face in my hand. The woman was vicious and sadistic, and somehow I was attracted to her. Enash must have been busy with his game, or he would be swooning. “Actually, I just want him not to do it again. If you can promise to keep an eye on him, and not do anything horrible to him, I’ll bring him back to you.”
“But he has dishonored us!”
I shook my head. “He’s just a young idiot in love,” I said. “He’ll grow out of it.”
“And you? Are you not in love?”
“Oh, I am. I’m just not a young idiot. And it doesn’t bother me so much to share.”
Zargaza smiled. “We are rulers of our people. We should both have many lovers.”
I shrugged. “A friend of mine says that whenever you are tempted to say the word should, you should see if the phrase ‘can, if you want to’ fits better. We can have many lovers, if we want to.”
“You don’t let anyone tell you what you should do, do you, Abby?”
I shrugged again. “Not unless they happen to be right.”
“You know, when you shrug like that your tits bounce delightfully.”
I spoke quickly. “Back to Druk? And perhaps getting us some leather clothes?”
She pouted. “Oh, yes. You don’t want him punished? Staked up so that your enemies know to fear you?”
“You are very strange, Abby. And not just because you have both breasts and a cock.”
“You can put him to a bit of extra work, if you like. He might benefit from keeping busy, and not having too much excess energy at the end of the day.”
Zargaza smirked. “I could wear him out for you. But that would be more of a reward.”
I pretended not to care. “You can, if you want to. But I agree. That would be a reward.”
“Good of you to notice.”
“I was beginning to wonder. Very well, we’ll take him back, work him hard, and keep an eye on him. And I believe I owe you some leather clothes.”
“Do you like these?” She gestured to where her top and her skirt barely covered her.
“Come and get them.” She didn’t move.
“Maybe something just like them,” I said. “I think you’re a bit bigger than I am.” I had a moment of dread. I hadn’t meant to call her fat, and she wasn’t. She was taller, and bigger proportionately all over.
But she seemed to take it as a compliment, and beamed at me. For a moment there was silence, and I wondered what she was thinking. But finally she got to her feet and said, “We’ll go see a leatherworker, and you can talk to him about what you want – dyes, and so forth.” She leered. “You can get more outfits if they contain less fabric, and it would be a shame to cover up a body like that.”
And it would give me more bonuses. But I didn’t need to tell her that. I’d rather wear a dress, honestly, but it wasn’t practical with the bike. Some good shorts, on the other hand, might be quite useful. I’d seen some of the orcs wearing pants, so the idea shouldn’t be too hard.
Of course we didn’t really need the leather clothing. It was just to establish some kind of trade, because trade helped foster peace. I supposed I could open some kind of boutique clothing store on Earth and sell the stuff, but it seemed like a lot of effort for relatively little value. The biggest thing the orcs had to offer me was labor. They were hard workers. I just needed a project big enough.