Island Princess

Well, Gentle Reader, here is a story with an interesting genesis. My short story,

Beginning to End

, will be published in an anthology of science fiction/fantasy short stories. One of the characters in it was the island princess

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. She was a minor but very important character in the story, worthy of only a couple of paragraphs. But I liked her very much and decided to explore her life in detail. So let us see, shall we, how her life became so important to the history of the universe.

Island Princess

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's fate was settled when the single sperm cell from the nameless man who had traded a large conch shell, well polished, for the right to satisfy his needs on her mother did not have a Y chromosome. At the instant of conception, with no Y chromosome to give her choices,

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was bound to be a

hookamakama

in the vowel rich language of the island culture into which she was born, a whore in modern English although

ho'okipa

is probably more accurate, a "courtesan" to you.

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, "quick fish" in that beautiful language was, indeed, quick although she was hardly a fish.

Her mother,

Pua akahai

, "gentle flower," was much in demand, and as her belly and breasts grew, the men who visited were bidding on the chance to be the first with her baby even before her milk started flowing and her belly had truly started to bulge.

Ku'i koholā

, "whale bane," won the bidding for the outrageous sum of four giant conch, and seventeen Junonia shells, an unprecedented price for a virgin, even one expected to be as beautiful as

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.

Nature took its course, and a little under nine months after the sperm found the egg in

Pua akahai

's womb, she went into labor. In the tradition of the islands, the oldest woman of the community mixed a tea of

māmaki

. When the labor pains were within a few chirps of the

Akiapola'au

bird, the timing of which served as the only timekeeper on the islands, apart, the

Wahine kahiko loa

, the honorific meaning "oldest woman," gave her the tea and had

Pua akahai

stand and squat, letting gravity help in the delivery in the way of the islands from time beyond memory.

The birth went smoothly and

Ku'i koholā

took his pleasure from

Pua akahai

as soon as the sex of the baby was confirmed. This completed their transaction and cemented

Ku'i koholā

's claim on the newborn baby even as he enjoyed the sensation of her afterbirth surrounding his erection inside of her mother.

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was a beautiful child, graceful even during those coltish years of puberty and growth spurts. She showed a natural affinity for the world around her. The gardens she tended were the brightest, their nectar the sweetest, their perfume the most heady. The purple

taro

bread she baked, and her

poi

and

poke

were always perfect. The

imu

oven she dug held the perfect temperature for baking. No one needed to show her these things; they all came naturally.

She was a creature of the world, and the world around her loved her. In the salty water of the ocean, where she swam often, the life never attacked. Even the sharks, common in these warm waters, nuzzled and bumped playfully as she giggled and held onto that fin others found so frightening, and took rides without fear wherever the fish would go. The smaller denizens of that world, the clattering crabs and tiny darting fish, nuzzled rather than bit, and after a swim, her skin would be fresh, cleansed of the cells that died as part of the cycle of life by the tiny fish that lived on such things. Her hair, so black it seemed blue, hung to the calves of her legs, but no longer, since the fish in the ocean she loved so would nibble off the dead ends.

The

Hale hauoli

, the "House of Joy," in which

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was reared, included a school that was the equal of any anywhere in the world. She learned the domestic skills, and the meals she prepared were considered among the best on the island. She learned the skills of an entertainer, and her dance, even as a child, was considered a standard to be studied. She could sing in a way that charmed the birds from the trees and tell the old stories in a way that kept the younger children mesmerized.

When her first moonflow announced her transition from childhood, the

Wahine kahiko loa

showed her how to fashion the pad from the

Ma'o

plant and a strap woven from

Lauhala

leaves. The

Wahine kahiko loa

taught

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how to carefully save her pads.

When her moonflow stopped,

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was taken to the sacred place where the fiery blood of Father Earth replenished itself in the boiling waters of Mother Ocean. Standing on the edge of the chasm carved over millennia,

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made the offering as all of the women of her society did as their moonflow announced their fertility.

"E ka makua honua e ʻae i kēia hōʻailona o kuʻu aloha,"

she called in her musical voice, "Father Earth, accept this token of my love," as she gently lifted the necklace of the used pads over her head and dropped it into the slow-moving river of fiery lava.

And for the first time in the history of the world, the Father of All replied.

"Mahalo iā ʻoe, e ke kaikamahine Pōmaikaʻi, ke ʻae nei au i kāu makana," "Thank you, Blessed Daughter, I accept your gift,"

Father Earth's voice spoke into her mind.

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knew, in that instant, that she was destined to do great things, although she had no idea what they might be.

Her education, unsurprisingly given where she was raised, included the skills she would need to ensure that men were satisfied. Her hymen, that precious gift for which

Ku'i koholā

had paid so dearly, was protected carefully. But small rods were used to teach her the muscle control that soon had her pulling it into her, using only those muscles deep inside. A phallus carved from the sacred

ʻŌhiʻa Lehua

tree taught her to accept a man into her mouth and throat and keep the gag reflex under control as well as to accept him anally if that was his pleasure, by relaxing completely.

She learned to accept the pleasure of fingertips on her

pipiki

, her clitoris, and her

nā umauma

, her breasts and nipples, taught by experimenting with other girls.

She learned personal grooming as well, how to make herself beautiful in the eyes of men. As the body hair of womanhood came in, she learned to groom it in that way men found beautiful. She learned how to make a fine powder of the white talc found on the mountain, and mix it with oil found in the

niu

, the coconut, to make an antiperspirant that allowed the fine black hair in her armpits, on her forearms, and on her calves, to stay soft and dry. The hair on her

hiki mai ka mauna

, her

mons Veneris

, the Mound of Venus of her sex was groomed regularly, and when it was long enough, the women of the house amused themselves by braiding it into interesting patterns. Her nails were shaped carefully with a pumice stone and colored with the dyes of the flowers of the island.

As her Age of Maturity approached, the entry into her nineteenth season in the island culture, and the time for

Ku'i koholā

to claim what he purchased so long ago drew near, her final preparations were begun. Her menstrual cycles were carefully timed, and she was as regular as the moon itself. She made her offerings to Father Earth, but never again heard him reply until she began to wonder if she had heard it at all.

On the night her final moonflow as a virgin began, the women of the

hale hauoli

pierced her septum and inserted a ring made of gold brought down from the mountain river where nuggets lay like pebbles. Thus, she was marked both as a Pleasure Woman and as an adult, full-grown and available.

The women, including

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's mother, counted the days, and on the fourteenth day after the ring was inserted,

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was presented to

Ku'i koholā

, carried on a divan chair to the

cabana

where he waited, and then unveiled like a sculpture.

He watched as they lifted the polished silver lid from the divan chair, and she stood, slowly, like a goddess arising from the ocean.

She was dressed like a goddess rising from the ocean as well. Her

pau

, the grass skirt made from the leaves of the sacred

ti

plant

cordyline fruticosa

, clung to her flaring hips. Her breasts, high and firm, were hidden by the orchid leaves of the

lei

she wore. And as she rose, she moved in that boneless way only someone so well trained could ever move.

Ku'i koholā

watched as was his right.

And he found her breathtaking.

Her black hair was parted in the middle and flowed down, providing modesty even without the

pau

or the

lei

. Her face carried all of the beauty of a beautiful people. Her skin was the color of coffee with a healthy addition of cream. Her eyes had slight epicanthic folds, and the liner the woman had applied added little points to the corners, giving her an even more exotic look. Her nose was broad, in the fashion of her race, her mouth was generous with full lips, and her ears were very small, close against her head.

Her shoulders were broad, the strong shoulders of a woman who spent much time among the creatures of the ocean. Her breasts were small and high, tipped with dark chocolate colored nipples and areolas. Her waist was very small, and her hips flared in the way of a woman who is born to bear children. Below the deep slit of her belly button, her pubic hair was braided in a fashion that made a pattern of circles. Her legs were strong, swimmer's legs. None of her body hair had ever been touched with the edge of a flint stone chip, such as that many women used to smooth legs, armpits, or mons.

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was a natural being.

She moved in the boneless way she had been trained to do as she approached

Ku'i koholā

, sank to her knees before him, and handed him the fine cord fashioned from the sacred fibers of the

ti

plant that was tied to the ring in her nose, signifying that she was his now.

She gave him her virginity there, under the watchful eyes of the other women, as he lay back, making her do the work.

And she did the work beautifully, just as she had been prepared all of her life to do it.

She began by sinking to her knees before him. She said nothing, she simply lifted his foot and began kissing it. She made love to him, below the waist, in the fashion of the island women. Her expression of love above the waist would wait until he was inside of her.

She kissed his toes and then sucked them before probing between each pair with her tongue. When she finished with the toes on his right foot, she began kissing her way up his body. She kissed his ankle and caressed it with her cheeks and forehead. She kissed his calf and caressed it with her cheeks and forehead. She traced the big tendon on the inside of his thigh with her tongue, kissed his right ball and the base of the shaft of his erection before working her way down his left leg.

Through it all, she held his eyes with hers. And she understood him in that same way she understood the birds and butterflies and

ōpe'ape'a

, the Hoary bat that she called to herself as she walked in the wilds. She knew, in the way of knowing without being taught, in the way that she knew so many things, that

Ku'i koholā

was hers in a much more meaningful way than she was his because of the twine he held that connected to the ring in her nose.

She held his erection in her hand, feeling his need, in the way it throbbed with the beating of his heart.

"You will be the father of my first child," she said in the musical voice that charmed, "but only if you say you love me."

"

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," he said, and she could tell that, in that moment at least, he meant it.

"Again," she said, moving forward, kissing her way up his chest to find his mouth with hers.

"I love you,

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," he said again, his body trembling with his need.

"Again," she said, her tongue exploring now, tracing the shape of his eyelids and ears, probing the shells of his ears and the depths of his nostrils, tracing the shape of his teeth.

"I love you," he whispered, his body shuddering, his breath catching.

She moved up then, her own need, the womanneed of evolution demanding that the next generation be created, driving her now.

"Again," she said as she felt his manhood touching the core of her womanhood. For an instant, the training of a lifetime almost failed, but she regained control.

"I love you," he gasped, and she smiled at the tears that started to flow.

She held that position, above him, their sex aligned, barely touching, and looked past his eyes and found his soul worthy. He was a strong man, worthy to father a child with her.

"Again," she said, pushing now, feeling the pressure as he began to enter her, and then the resistance of her hymen.

"I love you," he gasped, his tears flowing freely now, unaware that his nose ran along with his tears. He was desperate now and wondered why he didn't just thrust, taking what he wanted, but when he sent the signal to his hips, nothing happened.

"Again," she said, holding that penultimate instant, knowing it would never come again.

"I love you," he cried out, not caring that the women who watched might think him weak.

At his words, she cried out in answer as she pushed, and her hymen ruptured in that sharp burst of pain that all women must know once and cherish forever. She accepted his length into her body and used those muscles so carefully trained to pull him deeper.

Her eyes never left his as she stopped, holding still now, squeezing hard, pulling him in, relishing the trembling she felt under her and inside of her.

"Again," she said and relaxed, and squeezed.

"I love you," he gasped, his eyes losing their focus as he was lost in her.

The women watched, wondering, as nothing seemed to happen, although the nightbirds were singing more loudly than usual and the night insects buzzed their soft one-note song in a rising crescendo.

"Again," she said.

"I love you," he whispered.

As he came, his body meeting the demands of evolution, she squeezed, sealing his precious gift inside of her.

"Again," she said.

"I love you," he breathed.

And she sensed the mindless need as the millions of sperm cells he released began their suicidal swim, seeking her egg. She sensed the egg cell waiting, its need as great as the sperm that was coming.

She kissed him then, a soft kiss, and slowly pulled off, her muscles squeezing, sealing her, holding every precious sperm cell inside while she reached under him, pulled the white cloth, now stained red with her virginal blood, free and offered it to

Pua akahai

.

"Here, Mother," she said, smiling, "is your proof that I kept faith, and your debt is paid in full. Now leave me with my First."

Pua akahai

smiled, kissed

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on the forehead, gathered the other women, and left her daughter with her First.

"Relax, my love," she said, lying on her back beside him, "I need to concentrate for a few minutes, and then I am yours."

It was easy for

Ku'i koholā

to comply. Indeed, he was so completely spent that it would have been difficult for him to do anything but relax.

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turned her attention inward. She sensed the egg, nestled deep in her womb, waiting. She sensed the mob of sperm on their suicidal swim, well, suicidal for all but one. She sensed, in the same way she sensed the quickening of life in the creatures of the island when they mated, the primal need that was at work deep in her belly.

She felt, on levels no one else could, the approaching exhaustion as the sperm cells could sense the egg at the end of their journey, only six inches as humans measure such things, but billions of body-lengths for the nearly spent sperm cells. She sensed as the first of the successful swimmers reached the welcoming egg and began their final struggle to break through the cell wall to win the race that was their sole reason for existence and join their life code to the egg's, starting a new human being on its journey into the world.

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had the residual talent left from a visitor to the world millions of years ago. The visitor had no mass. It was pure energy. But it was sentient and curious, so it explored freely. On this nondescript planet, it found something unique in the universe. There were other sentient beings, albeit sentient in a way far different from the visitor. More importantly to the visitor, in its never-ending search for interesting things, it found sex. And so it stayed for a few trillion nanoseconds and explored this new and fascinating thing before moving along to other worlds in other universes.

But in its exploration and, yes, its play, it had altered the code of life of a few of the strange bipeds, and the vestiges of that change were strong in

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. She sensed subtle differences, and as the sperm surrounded her egg, she found one that would ensure her baby would be a girl. Down at the quantum level, down where will could work changes, she made a tiny opening in the egg's cell wall, inviting in a single sperm cell before she shut the wall.

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could not have explained what she did in those terms, of course. She just knew what she sensed and what she wanted.

That is how, in the same event in which she shed her virginity, she became pregnant for the first time.

And now was the time to exert the power she knew she had, a power far beyond what the other women had because of what was between their legs.

"Do I please you?" she asked, kissing his cheek.

He managed a smile.

She covered his face with kisses before she whispered, "Do you love me enough to break a taboo with me?"

"If it would please you," he said, and she smiled.

"God," she thought, "this is power,"

and she relished it.

"I will make you a bargain," she said, "you break one little taboo with me and the next twelve days will be the best of your life."

He smiled.

"And what would that be,

ho'o nani

," he asked, calling her "beautiful one."

She smiled, the smile that charmed the birds from the trees.

"No, He Who Took My Virginity," she said, "your pledge first."

She felt the resistance in him, for it was not the way of the men of the islands to allow women to set the terms. She said nothing, confident that her beauty was enough to persuade him.

And she was right.

"As you wish,

ho'o nani

," he said, grinning the grin that had persuaded women from their skirts before, "I will break a taboo with you."

The rush of power she felt, deep in her belly, was so intense that her muscle control, the perfect control that held the semen from his release in her body, still without losing a single drop, almost failed. But her training and her desire held, and she did not leak as she began moving forward.

His eyes got big as she scooted forward, the thick diamond of hair that covered her sex close enough to his face now that her womanscent flooded his olfactory system.

He pulled his face away, for this was a taboo among the people of the islands that was NEVER broken. For a man to touch a woman's nether lips with his own lips was to surrender his very manhood, and no man would do that.

But her eyes were so deep he was lost in them, and when she said, "Open your mouth, Beloved, and take back your gift," he opened his mouth.

"Don't you waste a precious drop, Beloved," she said, "swallow it all and then I am yours."

Her nether lips were brushing his when she relaxed and she poured what she didn't need into his mouth, watching his face, holding his eyes as he swallowed and then surrendered to her perverted desires. He opened his mouth even farther and covered her sex with it, his tongue lapping greedily, seeking the last drop of his seed and the even more delicious nectar of her body.