Chapter One
Naked as the day she was born, she stood on the hill watching the battle on the field below.
Not a person down below saw her, but all knew she was there. Some waited for her, some anticipated, some feared.
Impassively, she witnessed the bloody skirmish below. The anguished cries of the dead were louder than any sounds of the battle, their mournful cries and sobs even reaching her from afar.
She observed it as one of the soldiers ran full speed across the field. She did not know why the action caught her interest in a field of action, but her eyes could not leave the darting woman. The woman below ran as fast as her legs could take her, away from or towards something.
Suddenly, the woman below stopped. Her gaze did not waver from her target ahead as she swayed slightly momentarily before collapsing. An explosion of blood could be seen erupting from the side of the woman below, who fell to the ground, unmoving, once her body hit the earth, except for the waning spirts of blood, quickly growing smaller as her heartbeat ceased.
For Ni'hil, that was the signal that it was time. It was not an official signal - that would never come from the commanders. But she knew that she was needed.
She was not completely naked. Two belts hung from her waist, carrying various tools of her trade. She pulled out two fingerless red gloves from one belt, putting them on. As she moved her fingers hanging at her sides afterwards, her fingers danced with hints of static electricity, part of the magic of those gloves.
From the other belt, she removed two small devices. Without a second thought, she inserted the smaller device into her anus, feeling with satisfaction the soft, gentle vibration of the device. The second device, she inserted into her vagina, the smooth, gentle vibration of that device working in conjecture with the first.
Her pre-battle dress completed, Ni'hil stood at the hill, still invisible to the rest of the world, before breaking off into a full run towards the heart of battle.
Chapter Two
Ma'jiel was the first to see her. Ma'jiel had been fighting fiercely but was growing weary as the battle continued. Even in the heat of the fight, she found her eyes scanning the hilltops, searching for the comfort she knew was up there somewhere, the comfort she knew would appear at just the right time. Even in the heat of battle, she could see others scanning the hillside.
Then she saw the motion, atop one of the hillsides, her eyes kept falling back on. One moment, the hillside was barren; the next, she saw the slim, athletic figure rushing down the hill effortlessly towards the battlefield. She saw the figure raise one arm without breaking stride, three bolts of static electricity leaping from her fingers and striking three of the enemy, felling them. Again, without breaking stride, she raised her other arm, seven bolts of static electricity feeding seven more of the enemy.
The woman was as striking as her legend. Her short, dark hair waved easily through the air as she gracefully twirled around, sending more bolts across the battlefield, the enemy falling with each strike. Ma'jiel could see Ni'hil's squinted eyes dancing around the battlefield, seemingly picking out targets, sending them to their graves.
A second wind caught Ma'jiel as she stood, ran, and expertly swung her weapons at the first two she encountered, sending them all to their graves in a split second. Many of her allies saw the same and did the same.
For the enemy, the battle had been lost when Ni'hil was sighted. Already, many were laying down their arms. The battle was over only minutes after the first bolts left Ni'hil's fingers. Arms clattered to the battle floor, hands rose to the sky, heads bowed.
Ni'hil stood astride over her last fallen, an enemy general, surveying the field. She removed the two devices, putting them into her pocket, and their jobs finished.
Ma'jiel stood astride over her last fallen, not an enemy general but a commander, two hundred yards from Ni'hil. She could not tear her eyes from the other woman, so lovely and powerful in a field of horror and ugliness.
"You," Ni'hil said softly, yet loudly enough to be heard. "You will do."
Ma'jiel's heart leapt into her throat as she realized the words were directed at her. With confidence she did not feel, she strode over to the hero, who had now moved to a part of the field empty of any warrior bodies.
Ni'hil stood on the field, tall and proud, witnessing the woman approaching her with a smile of satisfaction at her choice. Her hands were folded behind her back, her legs still spread apart as if she were still astride an enemy general.
Ma'jiel stopped a couple of feet short of Ni'hil, allowing herself to drink in the beauty of the warrior hero, bending her knees and bowing her head at a short curtsy before dropping to her knees in front of Ni'hil.
For a brief second, Ma'jiel looked at the treasure bestowed before her, a slight hint of wetness peeking between her lips. With a gentle sigh, Ma'Jiel leaned forward, sticking out her tongue and covering Ni'hil's pussy with wet licks.
Ni'hil put her hands on her hips, throwing her head back a little bit, and let out a satisfied sigh as the other woman eagerly devoured her.
Ma'jiel's tongue flickered softly through Ni'hil's pussy lips, greeted with a soft flow of warm, tasty juices. She put her hands on each of Ni'hil's butt cheeks, pulling the pussy closer to her probing lips and tongue. With long licks, up and down, she ate Ni'hil with a ravenous hunger, knowing the end's reward.
Her tongue found the warrior's clit, flicking over it softly as Ni'Hil let out tender groans of pleasure. Ma'jiel found herself letting out little moans of pleasure herself, as she moved her hand down to remove her bottom, placing her hand between her legs and playing with herself as she continued to pleasure the warrior.
Ni'hil closed her eyes, placing a hand at the back of Ma'jiel's head as the woman wrapped her mouth around Ni'hil's clit, vacuuming tenderly as her tongue flicked over the button. Ni'hil could feel the warmth in her body growing; she could feel her mind getting increasingly disconnected, focusing only on the pleasure she was receiving.
With a pleasured exclamation, Ni'hil grabbed a fistful of Ma'jeil's hair as her body convulsed in a violent orgasm. Foamy white juices flowed from her pussy, most of it going into Ma'jeil's eager mouth. Some of it flowed down the side of her mouth, dripping from her chin and onto her hand, for which three fingers furiously thrust in and out of her. Small drops slipped down her fingers, joining her juices of pleasure.
With a satisfied grunt, Ma'jeil bought herself to orgasm, her mouth still attached to Ni'hil's pussy, still drinking in the nectar, eyes wide watching as the warrior responded to her oral pleasure.
She could feel the very slight electrical discharge as Ni'hil's juices mixed with her own, as Ni'hil's cum painted her inner walls, producing tiny shocks within her.
She immediately knew she was now with a child.
She knew she was now with the one who would become the next heroic warrior.
Ni'jil released her grip on Ma'jeil's hair, placing both hands behind her back as she stood straight, looking Ma'jeil in the eyes. The woman on her knees gave her a pussy a couple of more licks and kisses before she stood up, hands folded behind her back.
Ma'jeil bent her knees in a little bow before standing erect, hands behind her back, head bowed.
"A most satisfying reward," Ni'jil said, before walking out of the battlefield. Ma'jeil kept her head bowed in respect for the entire time she was in view, but did dare a glance at the receding figure, marveling at the well-sculpted rear end as it went forever from her view.
This is the way it has been for as long as anyone remembers.
Chapter Three
One of the young warriors takes only three months to be born. For Ma'jeil's child, it was no different.
While she was with a child, she was cared for at every moment. It was ensured that she was well fed, well rested, and in perfect health while with a child, for that child was special.
The birth was a painless one. Tests showed the little girl was indeed another warrior; the power of the electric was also in her. She was to be known as Ga'Min.
For the first two years, Ma'jeil cared for her while others cared for Ma'jeil. She patiently taught the child the ways of the world while the child learned quickly. Ma'jeil only taught her the basics of the world - the rest would come later from those who could teach of such things.
The girl grew quickly, as big as a girl of 10 at two.
