Guardian Ch. 11
The purple woman was stalking a bird and threw a stick to knock it from a tree limb. Collecting the bird she continued along the ridge line.
A short time later she stopped at a collection of large stacked boulders, forming a natural, covered henge.
A small spring bubbled up along the inside edge of one of the boulders and flowed between and around placed stones to create two pools. On the other side was a bedding area situated on top of a ledge of one of the boulders. Near the one of the open entrances was a fire pit.
It was clearly a camp and with invisibility activated, I teleported to there to watch the woman.
Statuesque, Amazonian, she was taller than me, at least 6'6", lithe and very athletic, her movements graceful and powerful. Her actions had a sharp edge, always on full alert, ready for instant response, to flee or fight.
She was a striking woman, a natural beauty, with long, deep royal purple hair, pulled tight and tied in a ponytail, reaching her waist. Her complexion was a vibrant violet, accenting a round face, high cheekbones, Grecian nose, full pouty lips, dazzling, deep set, amethyst eyes.
With the length of the Bennoty life unknown, her age was hard to determine. If I hazard a guess, would say she was younger than Oomulah.
Her clothing left me guessing at her figure, but hinted at a voluptuous body with hips, tits, and ass in all the right places.
She wore a one piece, draped, sleeveless pullover shift of cured, stitched animal skins, falling to mid-thigh and loosely tied around her waist by a length of the cured skin. She had ankle high moccasins of the same material as her shift.
Besides her throwing stick she had other weapons, a knife, a spear and bow and arrows.
The woman started a fire by striking two rocks together and directing the spark into a pile of dry tinder. Feeding the small flame with progressively larger twigs and limbs, she soon had a crackling fire.
She plucked and dressed the bird, skewered it on a stick and placed it on a spit, suspended over the fire to cook.
The entrails and feathers where dumped a distance outside the enclosure.
Back at the enclosure she went to the smaller upper pool and with a dried gourd as a dipper got a drink of water.
At the second, larger pool, she removed the binding from her hair and shook out her purple tresses. She pulled the shift over her head and the late evening light filtering in highlighted her naked body.
The hints did not do her justice.
She was magnificent, violet breasts were the largest I had ever seen. They were capped by huge, lemon sized, magenta areolas and long, fat nipples. A narrow waist flowed into wide hips with a plump, hairless Mons Venus above large, lavender pussy lips.
She sat down in the pool, grabbing a handful of green plant material from a ledge. Dipping the plants into the water she rubbed her body, producing suds. She washed her hair and then her body.
When done she took the gourd and from the first pool, poured water over head and body, to remove the suds remnant. She wrung out her hair and ran her fingers through it. Then with the rib cage of some small animal, she combed out her hair.
Rising, water glistening on her body, she walked to the fire. Testing the bird and deciding it was ready, she removed it from the fire.
While the bird cooled she walked out of the enclosure, around the side, and squatted in the grass to pee. Wiping with a tree leave she went back inside and picked up bird, still inserted skewer, and ate standing up looking out of the enclosure.
The skeleton and remains she dumped at the place where the bird offal remains had been placed.
Returning to the enclosure, she washed her hands and face.
Twilight had deepened, dimming the inside the enclosure. The flames created dancing shadows on the boulders.
Banking the fire she laid down on the wide raised ledge, covered by a bedding of moss, furs and skins.
On her back, legs spread, she placed her hands on her breasts, massaging, pulling her firm, erect nipple, squeezing, rolling and stretching. Her breathing became heavy and sensual as low moans escape with the nipple play.
One hand slides down to the puffy folds between her legs, gathering the moisture of the womanly juices, seeping forth. Raising her hand to her mouth, she inserts her fingers, sucking and tasting. Sufficiently lubricated, she moves her hand back down to her weeping mound.
I move to stand over the supine, naked beauty, watching the sensuous scene. The enchanting perfume of her arousal fills my senses, intoxicating, fueling my libido. My body responded to the visual and olfactory stimuli of this spectacular woman and my cock comes to full attention, saluting her.
I wanted, very much, to join in, tasting and touching, but regretfully did not, just observing.
The woman rubs her hand between the puffy, lips of her pussy, running the length of her slit, several times, before concentrating on the engorged, hooded clit. Her other hand continues to work her titties as she thrums her clit.
Her erotic attention speeds up and her pleasure escalates. Her moans rise in volume as her body bucks and jerks. Reaching her breaking point she convulses, not breathing as she explodes, clenching. Her legs are locked straight out, arms slam down by her side, mouth open, and her eyes squeezed tight.
With a yelp, a stream of liquid erupts from her pussy, squirting high and long.
When it resided to a slow dribble, she lies limply in a post orgasm daze, purple eyes open and glazed in pure ecstasy.
I was hard and aching from the pressure created by the wonderful carnal performance, but had to ignore it.
I had many questions.
Who was she?
What race was she?
Clearly not Bennoty or Patunne.
To my knowledge these two races were the only ones indigenous to Sigrisab.
Was she from another planet?
Another time?
Another dimension?
Why was she here?
Why was she alone?
From the looks of her camp she had been here for quite a long time and alone.
Many questions I needed answered.
I had two options to get them.
One I could enter and read her mind.
This was the fastest, most effective way, but I was hesitant to willfully violate her privacy.
Chances are she would never know but if there was acknowledgement and resistance it may damage any chance for a positive relationship.
I had a strong feeling I needed to cultivate her friendship, that it would prove beneficial in the future.
I choose the second.
Simply having conversation with her.
If push came to shove, I could always invoke the first option.
To avoid any violent issues with my appearance, I would immobilize her with the exception of her mouth, vocal chords and eyes.
First I would strengthen the calm, peaceful, happy, contended feeling she was experiencing after pleasuring herself.
I did not enter mind, just pushed these emotions into her consciousness, enveloping her in a cloud of tranquility.
She was smiling, eyes half closed when I froze her and appeared.
Her eyes widened in fright as she strained to rise, but was not able.
With my arms spread wide in a show of non-aggression, in a soothing voice, I said, "Please do not be alarmed. I am a friend and mean you no harm."
Her eyes searched to see if I was alone before returning to me. Her expressive eyes showed panic as well as fierce determination as she struggled to move.
Still maintaining my pacifist demeanor, I urged, "It is impossible for you to move so don't waste your energy. It's temporary and will not injure you, only to allow me to talk without you running or fighting. If you agree not to do either I will release you but shall replace them if you do otherwise. OK."
With resignation mixed with curiosity, replacing some the panic, she tried to nod, but was unable to move.
"You may speak."
She hesitantly answered, "Agreed."
I released her and she sat up, eyes shifting momentarily to her spear, leaning upright at the head of her bedding ledge, but did not try for it.
"Good. What is your name?"
She stared at me, vacillating between compliance and resistance.
Finally she answered in a deep sultry voice, "Yavvan."
"Yavvan let me explain why I'm here. I am in the process of removing the Koogar. In another day there will be none on Sigrisab. I was tracking a group of Bennoty, to notify them of this. As they entered a cave, I spotted you on the ridge and followed."
With a sharp intake of breath and eyes going wide in realization, her whole attitude changing.
She exclaimed, "You are the White God!"
After this outburst she slipped from the ledge, prostrating in the dirt, hair falling around, covering the sides of her face.
Apparently she, whoever she was, had the same legend as the Patunne and believed I was the one. If she was like the Patunne it would have no effect on her behavior for me to deny it.
"Please get up," I encouraged, bending over to grasp her out stretched arms and lifting her.
I had her sit back on ledge and brushed the dirt from her pretty face.
"What are you doing her alone?"
Yavvan told me her story.
She was 37 years old, the result of a union between female Bennoty and male Patunne. She did not know what happened to her Patunne father, other than her mother assuring they would be him if possible.
She was born in the Bennoty camp. Because of her color, she and her mother were treated by many of the clan as outsiders. Their family ties with the clan leader, her mother's father and her grandfather prevented them from being exiled.
Other than her color, she knew she was different. There was something missing in her life, a unknown longing never satisfied.
Eight years ago her mother and grandfather died in a rock slide.
With no friends or family to protect her, she was banished by the new clan leader.
Since then, a persona-non-grata, she lived here, alone.
I felt sorry for this young woman.
She was rarity if not unique. Discrimination and ostracization led to her to live a lonely hermit's life, with no change in the foreseeable future. For her, raised in the communal atmosphere of a clan, it was torture.
Her status as social pariah would exit in most, if not all, of Gaznor's Bennoty clans. There was an extremely small chance she could find another of mixed heritage, but that would require her to go searching, leaving everything familiar and safe.
