Estella Jogamma, Headswoman of the Lake Clans, regarded the party as they lit from the tree. Lord Dravo she'd known for many years, even before she'd met and married her late husband, Proko Ullacampo, Headsman of the Lake Clans. Her father had been a minor chief of a small fishing village when Dravo and his war party arrived to 'pay his respects' to her father. She was infatuated with the handsome warrior from the moment she saw him, fur shining in the sun and a twinkle in his eye.
He had that same twinkle in his eyes now as he greeted her. His fur needed a good cleaning and grooming, sweaty and matted as it was! He looked freshly fucked as did the tall, exotic human woman with him.
Salema, daughter of Mossara and Tragon, was a young woman now, a princess in her own right and sporting some bloody jewelry on an improvised necklace -- no doubt the spoils from the skirmish at the redoubt!
The warrior must be Roga, Asawa's partner. He was young and rugged looking, sort of her type. Maybe later, she thought, right now there were priorities!
She turned her attention to Vera. So this was the hairless one whose 'seed' or boat that flew fell into the jungle nearby Tragon's village. She'd been rescued by Tragon's folk and nursed back to health by Mossara and her sister Caralassa. Estella'd met a few humans, traders and pirates, over the years, and only one other woman -- the bodyslave of a Gamaran (a fierce, independent, humanoid species who'd made piracy and capitalism a high art. They porported to be traders and businessmen but were opportunists of the worst ilk.) who'd tried to dupe Proko into selling some slaves, ignoring the People's cultural basis for the practice. She was glad when Proko banished the digusting bastard! She'd secretly wished that he'd followed his first impulse and killed the creature for his excesses!
This Vera was quite a new experience for Estella: wearing only a loincloth and Dravo's inverted collar she was at once dangerous and fascinating. She wore a sword on her back the strap separated her high round breasts. The spear in her hand was splattered with fur and blood. Her nipples were swollen with bite marks on them. The woman was more filthy than Dravo, with dried blood, sweat and cum on her face, legs, and torso. Come to think of it, the whole group, herself included, needed a good scrubbing at a hot spring! She asked Asawa: "Is there a hot spring along the way to my domain where we might encamp this evening? This is one tired and filthy bunch -- myself most of all! " Everyone laughed at her self deprecating humor.
"There is, Lady Estella, a waterfall and hot spring about a half days march along the river trail. There is ample ground for an encampment of this size and high ground to post watches."
She turned to Dravo, "What say you, Lord? Shall we march, wash and rest?"
"As you wish, it will be, good Lady!" Dravo bowed.
They followed Asawa and Roga to the river trail. The scouts then disappeared to reconnoiter for the war party. Dravo was grateful for that pair.
Estella paired off with Dravo as they journeyed south along the river. Dravo shared his tale of pursuit and attack after first learning of the condition of the rest of his people.
Estella listened to him and marveled again at the rejuvenation he'd undergone. She'd heard the gossip and had reports from her guard captain but 'the eyes don't lie' as the old saying went. His movements were lithe, filled with strength. He'd just journeyed many miles into the foothills, stealthily entered Davama's redoubt and defeated the hill folk in their lair. Quite a feat for a man a third of his age! If it weren't for his white crest he could be mistaken for a man a third of his age! She felt her lust stirring for this man whom she'd loved and made love to so many years ago! Her father would have killed them both had he known that she'd stolen into Dravo's bed that night! And the next! What a ruckus that would have caused, but she suspected that Dravo could have handled the situation. He was a talented diplomat along with his other talents.
She smiled inside when she thought of him back then: Handsome, brave, confident, a natural leader -- by the smoking gods of the mountain Dravo had set the standard high for her! The truth be known, Dravo was much like her father, only very sexy! She drove her father to distraction as he looked for suitable matches for her until she met Proko. Not just any prince or headsman would do, she wanted that confidence and strength Dravo'd displayed.
Proko had that confidence and sexual presence she craved. She agreed to the match -- no surprise! -- became Proko's mate and bore him a half dozen children, five daughers and a son.
She'd wished that her father would have offered her as a second or third wife to Dravo Asta but that was not to be....He needed his oldest daughter to forge relationships with other Lake Clans.
