Chapter Six
Kythe came and looked at her drawing. He began pulling papers from their piles, coming and looking at hers, comparing them. Putting them back, he came and sat with her, turning his chair toward her and hers toward him.
"You are making a map of the world?" he said.
"Yes. Yours maps is being wrong, Kythe," she said.
"How accurate is this, Indya?" Kythe said, his hand moving over her map. "What you've drawn." He seemed to be holding his breath.
"No map is perfect because I making flat it is round. The best map is a round map."
"How do you know to draw this, Indya?"
She shrugged. "I live in a ship above the world, Kythe. All people on Atlantis knows this. We learning them."
"But how do you remember?"
She sighed, thinking how to explain. "My people knowing how to remember. I teach you, you want. I am learning your language. It's not difficult. I put a thing I remember in a place in my mind. When I seeing again that place again in my mind, I remember the thing I wanted. Pictures in our minds. I knowing your words, many. I is putting in order that it is for difficult, knowings how manys and what time for to be."
"Places in your mind," Kythe echoed.
"Where do you think that you are right now, nina, on your map?" Zen said, leaning over it.
"I know I am here but not where. Atlantis, my ship, is going there," she said, pointing to a place in the ocean. "I am dropping on land. This is the only land we crossing before the ocean. But I don't know if I am at the water here or if I am here."
"We are here right now," Zen said, pointing to a spot in that area. "Just inland. I recognized the coastline."
"So close to the water? It's a good thing I falling before the water. The ocean is deep under for like the tall mountain. It is being black, no light, and I dying at the bottom of no air." She shivered.
"There is that much land to the east?" Kythe said. "This is a huge landmass."
"And the ocean is so much larger," Zen said. "This is to scale, Indya?"
"I said. It's not a ball. It's looking bigger the ends, top and bottom, than things here," she said, pointing to the middle, "and they looking smaller they are. But yes."
"We wanted to know about the coast of Venta, Kythe," Zen said, pointing. "We wanted to know about the passage."
"We could get to Onteria through there," Kythe said. "Onteria, Zen. We could bring boats up. It would cut off months of travel."
"Fata, if we had the right boats, like the Chusan, the light boats that ride high in the water, we could bring trade goods down this route," Kythe agreed, coming around and looking where Zen was pointing, his eyes darting.
The brothers both looked up at her.
"I'm going to get you better paper," Kythe said. "A finer pen."
"Your people making writing again and again?" Indya said.
"What?" Kythe said.
Her eyes went up "You have a mechanism? When your words going to others, you write the words? Or you make many?"
"Why can't I understand her, brother?" Zen said, looking at Kythe.
"I know what she's saying," Kythe said. "Yes, we have a means to print. I brought a print press from Jassa. I know how it works. It's slow, though. It takes a long time to set up."
Indya gestured to her ear. Kythe smacked his pockets for a time and found it, putting it in.
"I can help you to construct a better one, a press with replaceable pieces that will be faster and make many a day. If you want the map to be more accurate, I will need a compass, a sextant, a quadrant, and a scale. Your people have a scale?"
"Like for weight?" Kythe said.
She shook her head. "For measuring small distances that represent large distances."
Kythe shook his head. "I don't know, but our engineers will."
"You're happy for this," she observed, speaking in Odien again.
Kythe put away the earpiece. "For an accurate map of the world?" Kythe said. "Yes, Indya. We're happy for this. Our father will be happy."
"It won't be accurate all the time. I am remembering."
"You've drawn places we didn't know existed. We will know the size of things. We could navigate to another place and see the way through, alea."
"Is that Jassa?" Zen said, pointing.
Indya listened to them for a time and then she got up, both of them still talking, putting Zozo, already asleep on her bed, his paws twitching, in his box. Undressing, she took down her hair and brushed it, humming and then singing softly, her knees under her. When she was done, she pulled the covers down and turned to get in and stopped.
Zen and Kythe were watching her.
Her eyes shifted between them. She thought about it. Sex would be so nice, and they weren't difficult to persuade. Indya smiled, walking to Zen, his eyes going to her body. She came close, Zen's face a little expressionless like he got. "You want to have sex with me, Zen, with Kythe?" she said, asking outright because this tended to work with them. "I would like to do that."
"She does this, brother," Zen said, coming toward her, that intensity to his face, backing her up. "I almost didn't believe you." He grabbed her so she couldn't retreat anymore and Zen was kissing her.
Just Zen kissing her, so sensual, made her sex twinge and ache, Indya pressing against him, rubbing on him.
Kythe was behind her, bringing her arms behind her back and holding them with his, Zen's mouth going to her nipples. She arched, Zen's hand also going between her legs and they kept her there, tormenting her until she was panting and slippery.
Finally backing her up, Kythe sat in the chair with her, and his sex was free. Her arms were still trapped behind her and he bent her forward, Indya feeling his sex nudging, Indya jutting for the angle as he slowly penetrated her. He hooked his arm under her knee from behind, switching hands, and spread her wide over his legs. When her butt had met his hips, he stopped moving. She was caught in his hold, arching, impaled on him, unable to move. Her legs were spread, her arms trapped, her breasts thrust out and Kythe's sex in hers.
Zen approached her. He had the short stiff whip with the flat end. She struggled a little when she saw it, a deep and sharp ache coming to her sex, spasming around Kythe, who grunted. Her nipples were hard.
"Whip her nipples, brother, and then her thighs, and then her pula, her little nub. Make her come with it. I want to watch," Kythe said, sounding excited.
"I have wanted this, nina, since I first saw you," Zen said, beginning with several smart smacks on her breasts and then her nipples, not so hard, alternating, Indya's voice high, and then Zen leaned down and put his mouth on them, sucking and tugging.
Indya was aware she couldn't move, of how spread open she was, Kythe's hold relentless. Zen pulled back and touched the end of the whip to her sensitive inner thighs, a series of sharp smacks, Indya jerking and writhing, Kythe grunting again.
Then Zen's eyes flashed to hers and he touched her naked, spread sex with the wicked thing, Indya shivering and pulsing on it. The flat end of the whip came down over her clitoris, pressing, pleasure going through her. It came down harder, a smart smack, the pain immediate, Indya trying to arch in Kythe's hold as Zen did it again, and again.
"Beautiful, sexy alea," Kythe grunted, her sex so wet she could feel it dripping, between the cheeks of her butt slippery. "I would gag you with all the noise you make, but I want to hear it."
Zen was tapping on her distended clitoris, Indya still unable to move. She didn't know how long they did it. After a time, it was a haze of pleasure, painful, and she never wanted it to end. She was close. Every tap brought her higher and then Indya came, going rigid, came long and hard as Kythe pushed her forward, Indya unable to move, caught in straining pleasure.
Kythe grabbed her hips, suspending her in the air, Indya leaned forward, and began thrusting into her. She was still coming as Zen grabbed her hair and pulled her onto his sex, thrusting into her mouth and then her throat.
She was unable to voice it, swallowing around him.
Zen cried out softly, his voice deep. "Good, nina. I want to spend in your throat, n'ondi."
The pleasure released and faded and she was too sensitive, whimpering around Zen's sex as Kythe still thrust into her, hearing herself whining.
"I know," Zen breathed, stabbing into her throat, her spit everywhere. "But you'll still take us."
Zen let her breathe, Indya panting. It went on forever, her body shaking and sweating and whimpering and their grunts of pleasure and it began to feel good again, her movements eager, swallowing around Zen, her tongue busy.
"You perfect beauty," Zen breathed, fast stabs as he began to come in her mouth, holding there, Indya unable to breathe, swallowing around him. "Fata, Indya. Suck me," he said, his hips shaking, crying out, that helpless sound. He lifted in her throat again.
Zen pulled out of her throat, Indya gagging a little and then trying to catch her breath as Kythe pulled her back and raised his knees under hers, his arms crossing in front of her, spreading her, his hips going fast, grunting in her ear, his sex stabbing deep.
Coming over her, Zen looked down at her. One hand went to her nipples, pinching, and the other went to her sex and was rubbing her clitoris fast and she came again, her body jerking, Zen looking into her eyes.
Kythe made a sound through his teeth and held her to himself, his sex convulsing, a series of deep grunts, and shuddered. His body slowly relaxed under hers and he was panting, his heart pounding behind her.
Indya made a noise when he lifted her to pull out of her, her body shaking.
Kythe turned her across his lap, putting his forehead on hers. "Indya," he said, still breathing fast. He withdrew and kissed her lightly, neither of them with breath for anything else.
Between her legs was throbbing, and Zen was there, lifting her.
"We would have had a bath ready for her, brother, if she hadn't seduced us," Zen said. "Have them bring water."
"Yes," Kythe said.
Zen carried her to the bed and drew a blanket around her, holding her on his lap. She heard people coming in and buried her face in her hair.
"You smell good," she mumbled when they were gone, and now she was sleepy. He brought her up and nuzzled her, Indya sighing, reaching and finding his long, thick braid, holding on. "Hello, Zen."
He laughed, a soft sound. "Hello, my pretty nina-bird. Don't fall asleep."
"I won't," she muttered.
"And there she goes," she heard him say.
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