Infall Ch 05

Chapter Five

"You let my nina-bird

go

, Kythe? And she went east into Tapin territory? Are you crazy?"

"You weren't there. I had to do so. Be grateful."

Indya tried to turn over onto her stomach, running up against a big chest, trying to push him away and only pushing herself back, her butt touching another big person behind her. She wiggled and found her spot, flopping onto her front, a heavy hand finding her butt, resting there, their voices becoming a low murmur.

* * *

"So then she says: 'Thank you. The sex felt very good,'" Kythe said, laughing softly, Zen snorting laughter, the sounds joining, very alike.

* * *

"I was surprised by her naked pula," Zen said.

"Tell me about it," Kythe said. "It's perverted."

They were quiet.

"I like it," Zen said.

"I do," Kythe said.

* * *

"Are you fatada telling me she doesn't bleed?" Zen said. "Never? But she's not with child?"

"No. She has a mechanism in her shoulder and it can't be taken out."

"Are you saying--"

"When she says, she says, but she can. And she thought the camp was our whole territory."

"What?"

"Yes--"

"You make fun for me," she objected, mumbling, hearing their laughter, going down again.

* * *

It was morning, and she was on her back. Kythe's hand was between her legs. Indya squirmed, spreading them, tugs on her nipples. She wanted to have sex now, wet already, very wet. He'd been touching her while she was sleeping again. She felt hands move to hold her wrists over her head, and that seemed strange for a moment, fingers between her legs, as well, but then it was a tongue licking her inner thigh and she didn't worry about it as much, her hips moving on the mattress.

"Kythe?" she said. Her eyes opened, not seeing much because she was chasing pleasure, a long spasm as the tongue found her clitoris, lifting and lapping. Kythe was over her, holding her hands above her head as she brought her knees up, spreading for him.

"Zen?" she said.

"Yes, nina," a voice said from between her legs, delicate licks. Zen was licking her sex and it felt so good.

She was going to come and he stopped, the burning terrible. Indya made a sharp sound. "Please."

"See if you can do something about the talking, brother," Zen said.

Kythe released her hands and was over her, reversing, looking down at her, crawling up her body, his sex bumping her lips, straddling her. His knees were planted on either side of her shoulders, his hand down. She opened her mouth, Indya taking Kythe deep into her throat, and the tongue was back on her clitoris

"

Fata

, you do that so well. I missed you, alea," Kythe said, slow strokes into her throat.

She remembered to breathe in between, so close to coming, the tongue on her clitoris maddening.

"How do you slow her down, brother?" Zen said, humor in his voice.

"You can't," Kythe said, grunting. "That's so good. You can smack her pretty little pula a few times, but after that, she'll come if you breathe on her."

When Kythe mentioned smacking her sex, Indya felt herself spasm, felt hot breath on her, a finger enter her, her sex straining, two fingers moving and curling. Zen's tongue, so pleasurable. She was whimpering around Kythe's sex in between thrusts, breathing, and then the whimpers would be cut off as he thrust and stopped her breath, and they all did that again, mindless as she climbed toward the sharpest pleasure, and then the burn when Zen stopped.

Close. Just a little more. She felt the lightest touch, pulsing again and again.

"How fast is she ready again?" Zen said.

"Ah, brother," Kythe panted, his thrusts getting faster. "I didn't tell you. That's her true beauty." He grunted. "Make her come, if you'd like."

Yes, please

, she would have said if she could. She would have agreed with that entirely and aloud, if it were possible.

"Then give my brother pleasure, little nina," Zen said like he'd heard her. "Pay attention."

Her tongue was busy like Kythe enjoyed, her lips touching the base of his sex. She swallowed around him, spit dripping, taking fast breaths, Kythe making a helpless sound.

Zen approved and she did her best to continue to pay attention, tried very hard, and Kythe gave several deep stabs like he did right before he was going to come, and he started to release, his body going rigid.

She would have worried about breathing except she didn't care as she began to come, all her attention on the deep twang and creeping sensations getting too intense, the sharpest tingling and then she was straining with pleasure. Her body jerked, Zen latching on to her with his mouth. She was coming hard, dimly aware of Kythe pulling out and then pushing back in and releasing more, crying out between his teeth.

Kythe pulled out of her throat and she swallowed and drew a huge breath and cried out herself, still coming, following him up, arching, her legs spreading entirely. Then there was that delicious time, mindless, the waves coming again, Zen's mouth still on her, sucking. He released her, licking, and she rubbed her sex on his tongue for the smaller jolts of pleasure it gave her.

She was panting hard, on her back, as Kythe moved off her and Zen came up, over her but not touching her.

"Good morning, nina," he said, leaning down and kissing her, Indya tasting herself, her arms coming around his neck as he thrust into her.

She winced, squirming, his mouth demanding.

Zen pulled back and grunted. "Good," Zen said. "Swollen and hot from just coming, so wet," he told her, his hips moving, his sex thrusting into her.

"Zen," she whined, wiggling.

Hands came from above her, Kythe trapping her hands again under his knees, Indya unable to move as Kythe's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and Indya changed her mind, meeting Zen's thrusts, her knees coming up.

"That fast," Zen said, and then he muttered something above her, Indya remembering that and looking at his face, realizing. "Good, nina."

His thrusts were as sharp as last night, hitting places in her, Kythe's fingers on her nipples.

Zen was looking at her face. He leaned down, not disturbing Kythe's pinching, Zen's breath staggering out when she clenched on him. "You could come again, couldn't you, sweet little nina?"

"Yes," Kythe said. "And again, brother, if you want."

She nodded a little helplessly. "Yes, please," she said, arching.

"

Fata

," Zen said, grunting, looking down where he was entering her. "Pretty little fat pula." He reached down, wedging his fingers against her sex. "Ask me," Zen said, grunting and thrusting.

"You please making me come, Zen? Please? Making me come now, so good."

Zen grinned. "No difficulty with that, brother."

"She'll get more elaborate, if you want," Kythe said

"You are touching my sex, Zen. Please, I wanting your fingers," she said, squirming.

"Pretty little nina," Zen said, grunting, his face getting cruel-for-sex. "Sexy bihen. Come on me."

His fingers were touching, the pleasure rising, Kythe's fingers on her nipples, Indya unable to move. She was going to climax. They were watching her face.

Zen's fingers left her and he dropped down, trapping her, stabbing deep. "There you go, nina. There's your pleasure," Zen said, grunting hard, and then he cried out, his sex moving, holding in her. "So sweet, such a sweet little anik," he said, his voice tight.

Indya rode the wave of sensations, even more intense this time. She liked sex-pleasure so much. Zen was panting over her, leaning down and kissing her mouth. He came up.

"I have to pee," she said, still breathing fast.

Zen laughed, pulling out of her, Indya hitching a little.

She wiggled out of bed. When she came back, they were both sitting, both of them dressed except their shirts were off, looking big and alike and both very handsome. She slowed, feeling shy. "Hello," she said.

Zen grinned and then laughed.

"I said I had gifts for you Indya," Kythe said. "Did you forget?"

"I did forget," she said, smiling and coming to him "You already giving me so much, Kythe."

"I like to give you things," Kythe said. "I had these made for you." He pulled out clothing from a chest, putting it on the bed. "I told them to make Matise dresses, but to also make pants to wear under them that are light, of the same material. I'm sure if they weren't so small, they would think I am wearing women's clothes now. There are warmer and cooler and different colors and patterns and materials, and undergarments so you don't have to bind your beautiful breasts anymore."

She was going through them, standing and holding them up to herself. "I love this," she said, throwing her arms around him, Kythe pulling her close. "Thank you, Kythe. I putting it on now."

Indya put on the undergarments and then the dress with pants, so much more comfortable and it wasn't bulky. "I'm not for my breasts going out everywhere," she said, looking down, Kythe grinning and Zen laughing. "Thank you, Kythe."

"I have something else for you," Kythe said. "Let me know what you think. As you always do."

He pulled out a garment, silky and a dark blue color that was rich and dark and luminous, a garment that jingled with small bells and slipped through his hands.

She came closer. "What is this?" she said. It had two pieces. There was a bodice, little more than a silky band to go over her breasts that was gathered at the top and then under her bottom, no straps, with metal strands hanging from it. The bottom piece fit at her hips, a crossed leather belt with small bells and more silky fabric. Her belly would be bare, two panels with high slits so her hips would show, a comb for her hair and delicate metal armbands and rings in silver, intricate. It reminded her of what she used to wear on Atlantis. "Kythe, this is beautiful. This is for me?"

"Yes, Indya. It's the color of your eyes. Will you wear it?" Kythe said, looking like he doubted she would, maybe.

"Yes. I wearing it right now," she said, reaching for it.

"Not yet, alea," Kythe said. "Another time."

"I have something for you as well," Zen said, holding out his hand, Indya going to him and taking it. He pulled her between his legs. "You look very beautiful," he said.

She smiled and he held up something in a small case.

Indya looked at it. "What is it?"

"It's a knife, Indya," Zen said, handing it to her.

"I don't doing so much cutting," Indya said, her smile fading.

"It's a weapon," he said. "I can show you how to use it."

She dropped it on the bed, shaking her head, stopping herself when she saw she was wiping her hand on her dress. "No. I'm sorry. Thank you very much, Zen. I don't do that. I can't do that."

"Not even to defend yourself, alea?" Kythe said, coming to her and putting the back of his knuckles against her cheek.

"Pushing metal into the body of a person? No," she said.

"Kythe said you would probably refuse, nina," Zen said, "so I got you something else for protecting you. But you'll have to wait before this something can be useful that way."

"I don't wanting weapons, thank you, Zen," she said.

"I'm not talking about a weapon," Zen said, going to the tent door and leaning out, saying something.

One of his people came in through the flap with something in his arms.

Indya froze. "What is that?"

"It's a puppy, Indya," Zen said. "A young dog, not grown yet. He's for you. He'll be big--"

Indya gave a cry and ran straight at the man who had come in, who looked startled, Indya taking the animal from him without looking at him and running back to the bed, sitting with the young dog on her lap. She was laughing and also crying a little, the animal soft and wiggling in her arms and it licked her face, Indya laughing some more.

She looked up when Kythe sat down on her right and Zen sat down on her left and then she picked up the puppy and gave him to Kythe and rose and threw her arms around Zen's neck, pushing him onto his back and kissing him on the mouth, his hand going and cupping behind her head, slowing it, sensual, and she remembered that, too. Zen pulled her back by her hair and smiled, and then kissed her again.

"You like the dog," Kythe observed, sounding a little sour.

Her heart was pounding. "He's the most beautiful thing since Saba," she told Zen. "Thank you, thank you so much, Zen. I am loving him and he will grow to be a large male dog with big teeth. I like he's a large male."

Zen laughed. "My brother told me you liked large males, yes. I will help you to train him, nina. It's important that he knows his role."

"Yes," she said, still on top of him, kissing him again.

Laughing again, Zen rolled her under himself. "I can see why Kythe gets nothing done," he said. "Now I want to stay here and touch you."

"All right," she said, wiggling, his sex hard again.

He got off her and swung her onto the floor, spanking her butt. "Get your dog. We'll take him out."

"All right," she said.

* * *

Indya was running with Zozo, what she'd named him after the stories from Atlantis and after asking Zen if it was all right. Zozo was chasing her. Ashka was lying down on his belly with his ears up, very dignified, and ignoring the puppy when Zozo wanted to chew on his ears.

"You name him what pleases you, nina," Zen said. "It's a good name. A strong name."

She was playing chase-and-catch with him, and when Zozo got to her, she would fall and he would launch his furry body at her, wiggling all over her while she was laughing, his wet nose and his tongue in her face.

"I'm never being so happy," she said when Zen and Kythe caught up, Indya panting.

They came and sat, one on each side of her, Kythe turning Zozo away, but Zen petted the puppy. They both looked at her as she took Zozo on her lap in her arms, where the puppy fell asleep, Indya leaning down and kissing his small ear, loving him.

She looked up. "What?" she said.

"We want to take you somewhere, alea," Kythe said.

"Where?"

"We want to take you home to Averdine," Zen said.

Her smile faded and she looked down at Zozo. "They will like me? Not your people here don't liking me?"

"Look at me, Indya," Kythe said, India looking up. "The men in the camp are people from Averdine, yes, but they're fighters far from their homes and their families. We keep you separate and they don't talk to you because they're being respectful. They are not the people you will meet when you come to Averdine. In Averdine, people will like you."

"That would be nice," she said. "I living somewhere, then, with people, and having a place to do work to help and a place for Zozo and Saba? I'm worry. I'm for having a place for them to be with me?"

"Always, alea," Kythe said.

She smiled at Kythe and then Zen. "I am going with you to Averdine, your home."

"Averdine is our capital city, alea," Zen said. "We are the Matisi. Matise is a place that includes Averdine, and also most of the land in the west on this part of the coast. We are the largest place like us, by far, in this part of the world."

"All right," she said politely.

"What is going on in that strange mind of yours?" Kythe said.

She turned to Kythe and opened her mouth, and then she went into her pocket, handing it to Kythe. He drew close to the earpiece and Zen got up, coming next to him, leaning in on the other side so he could also hear.

"My people call your political structure oligarchical, probably prelude to nation-states," she told them. "It's in much of our history that we tend to organize ourselves into hierarchical patterns and defend geopolitical boundaries and claim territories. That is the reason for war, that we group. Eventually, these will become ethnicities, and you will begin to believe that you are a certain way because of those boundaries and the cultures that arise from seeing yourselves as separate from others, but we're all people. We're all the same, just different languages, different weather patterns our bodies adapt to over time, different beliefs, and different levels of technology. We all have families whom we love. We all want to survive and to learn. When you stop seeing each other as so different and begin to see all of us as the same people, then the efforts of all people will be directed toward common goals, and that's when there will be no more war."

The two brothers were staring at her.

"What?" she said, her eyes shifting between them.

"It's just different to listen to you with the piece-of-ear, nina," Zen said. "That's all."

She put out her hand for the earpiece and wrinkled her nose. "I don't speaking Edion so well, I know."

"You learned it in just a few months, alea," Kythe said, nodding. "I think you're doing fine."

"I am learning more," she said.

"I don't doubt it," Kythe said. "I have a favor to ask you, Indya. Our father will be interested in the earpiece, but we don't want you to have to explain it to him. Could we take it and explain in our own way?"

"Of course. You keeping it for me. I don't using it or I won't learn," she said, retrieving and handing it to him.

He took it, his eyes on her face. He reached, the back of his knuckles going to her cheek. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. You putting it in the light from the sun once in three days."

"Why?"

"You are wanting an answer in Edion or in the earpiece?" she said.

Kythe smiled slowly and put it in his ear.

"Your men turn the wheel to sharpen their blades," she explained when he did. "They put the force of their bodies into it. The wheel turns. When their body stops, the wheel stops until they return to do it again. Or, you feed wood to the fire. When the wood is gone, the fire goes out. One of the first rules of the world to learn is that nothing is ever created or destroyed. It only changes. The second rule is that nothing just keeps going forever. As such, all mechanisms, which are systems, whether simple or complicated, fail unless they are renewed. You must pull more force in for them to continue. One of the forces we use to renew our mechanisms is lightning power. Another is sunlight. If you put the earpiece in the sunlight, the earpiece will be fed with the force it needs again to continue to function."

"What did she say?" Zen said, looking at Kythe's face.

"I'm still thinking about it," Kythe said, holding up a finger.

* * *

Zozo ran almost the whole way back and then came to her and she picked him up and he fell asleep in her arms, Indya raising him to kiss him more.

"We're leaving for the border of Matise in the morning with fifty men," Zen said to her. "You'll be ready, nina?"

"What I am bringing?"

"Not much," Kythe said. "We'll have your things packed and sent to Averdine. We have a small chest for you. Pack clothing and the silks, your toiletries."

"All right. Zozo is hungry," she said, the dog waking and mouthing her fingers. "What do I feeding him, Zen?"

"What I give Ashka. Meat soaked in broth and bread with milk."

Indya shuddered a little. "All right. I want to introduce him to Saba."

"Tomorrow, nina--" Zen said as Indya veered away toward the stables.

She walked in, the man who was always there and never spoke to her looking up, his gaze staying on her and then shifting away when Zen and Kythe followed her there.

"Hello, Saba," she called, hearing his snort, and then he called out to her, the sound echoing and loud, Zozo going still in her arms. "I bring you to meet a dog."

"Be careful, Indya. The dog must learn to be around Saba," Kythe said on one side of her.

"The horse might kick Zozo, nina," Zen said on the other.

Her eyes shifted between them, making a small face. "I don't throwing Zozo under Saba's feet. I'm stupid? You don't staying, you're so nervous." They stopped and she walked to Saba with Zozo in her arms, who was squirming. Saba had his beautiful face over the side and reached with his long neck, Zozo going still in her arms again. Saba sniffed Zozo and Zozo sniffed Saba and she was sure they were going to be friends. "Zozo, this is Saba. He's large, but your kind is being old friends. Saba, this is Zozo. He's small. You be careful," she told him, scratching Saba's ears when he lowered his great head.