Shae's nightly ritual on the plains started with dinner, which she and Kolo had foraged through the day. Kolo would cook while she shaved her legs and the area between with a heat sharpened blade, then kneaded in fragrant oils. The act was the right of passage to womanhood in Maz, first performed on the eve of her first trip into the wide world of men, and it always reminded her of how dangerous womanhood could be. After that, she sat with Kolo by the fire. As they ate Kolo would answer her questions, or he would turn red and shake his head. Over the weeks she had worn him down and he would answer nearly anything she asked. They knew each other well enough that he no longer got embarrassed easily.
She had chosen him on a whim, but Shae had grown fond of Kolo. A virgin when they met, the man took instruction well and was eager to please her, which turned out to be a lucky coincidence because that was what all men should be like but not nearly enough were. She stretched out while Kolo cleaned and packed their utensils, watching the stars.
Once his work was done, Kolo sat down across the fire. "It's your turn," he said.
Shae smiled. "What kind of story would you like to hear tonight?"
"Can you tell the one again about how you and your sisters killed that rogue Riota?"
Shae laughed. "You take your stories seriously, don't you? How about a different kind of story? The kind you and I write together."
Despite his burnt caramel complexion and the sparse orange light of the fire for illumination, Shae could see him blush. He preferred being the storyteller, but he seemed to like her tales, too. He grinned sheepishly, "Okay, set the scene."
"The scene is right here, right now," Shae said, as most of the stories she wrote for them began. "The tall prairie grasses swaying in the wind and the full moon above. The beautiful warrior watches the stars while her man watches her. He watches her stretch out, her fingers brushing her nipple..." Her fingers demonstrated the motion once, then returned to linger, tracing a small circle.
"She closes her eyes," Shae sighed, closing them. "She reaches down toward her pubic mound. Still hugged tight by her leather shorts, she can already feel how hot her pussy is getting at the thought of her man getting over here and having a little dessert."
Kolo was there by the time she opened her eyes. He didn't do anything yet, but wasn't quite patient as he waited for her to continue her story. He licked his bottom lip in anticipation of his after-dinner snack, and she pulled the knot open in her shorts as she brought her fingers back up toward her breasts. "He yearns for her," she murmured. "The lust in his gaze causes the warrior burn hotter for him, her gash oozing impatiently..."
"You have an astounding vocabulary of synonyms for vagina, do you know that?" Kolo asked.
"Can I tell this or what?"
"Yeah, sorry," he agreed. "Your gash was oozing impatiently." He glanced at her, smiling as she raised her eyebrow. Bending toward her, he carefully slid her shorts from her round ass and kissed her thigh as he slipped them from around her feet. He licked along it as he bent lower, which made the warrior shudder. He was learning very well; she had the feeling she was going to hold onto this one for a while.
Carefully pulling her panties aside, he leaned down for a taste, only teasing so far. "You are oozing," he whispered to her pussy. "But Gash is such a harsh word for such a delicate and beautiful thing."
Shae's body shifted and her lower lips went against his. She loved what he could do with his mouth. When he told the story she was a legendary warrior of old and he was her true love, and though his romantic storytelling made her burn for him, this was the thing his mouth was best at. Through instruction, Kolo had learned all the tricks that could please a woman. He would make some other woman a very serviceable husband someday.
For now, he pressed on with all the knowledge she had given him, reading her signals flawlessly as he worked her clit with his tongue, lapping along it then twirling his tongue around. As her hips turned toward him, he sucked gently on it and inserted a finger into her.
"Mm," Shae agreed, rolling her hips to encourage him. "He's getting awfully good at this."
Kolo added a finger, thrusting as he licked and sucked, her pussy getting hotter and wetter. His hair was too short for a decent grip, but he knew what it meant when she tried to grab it and reported for their kiss, spreading the juice from one set of lips to another. Their mouths met deeply and messily as his fingers continued their work, rubbing her clitoris and stroking along her labia, two or three disappearing intermittently into her glistening snatch. As they emerged again he could feel her peak coming and focused on her clit until he brought her to back-arching climax. She cried out, putting her hand over his, and he gently pulled them back. She smiled at him, then kissed him again. Sometimes that would be enough, and he knew not to push for more, but tonight's story wasn't over yet.
"This story has been great so far," she whispered. "But I'm just warming up."
"I'm ready," he assured her, kissing her again. He reached for her breast and slipped his hand into her shirt, taking her nipple gently between his forefinger and thumb.
