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.
She felt a twinge of sadness when she thought of Proko. He was five years gone now and she missed his intelligence and passion. Hell, if suitable men were scarce when she was young and nubile, they were non-existent now that she was older. She thought that she was still quite nubile, though. She trained on sword and staff nearly daily with her guard captain or the handsome lieutenant, Makalla. Makalla was better in bed than he ever would be with a sword, but it made for a nice diversion. She'd never failed to put a smile on his face!
Dravo's narrative took a short while as he expressed some annoyance at the desert folk and their treachery. He would find the source of that treachery in the High Valley Clan and deal with it, be sure of that!
She marveled again at his vigor. There weren't but a few who would have attempted what he had these past couple of days and fewer that would have succeeded. She was truly impressed. This was the Dravo Asta of her youth -- vital, pragmatic, and powerful. He still needed a bath.
She explained that she'd arrived at the village of Suballa, headswoman of the Lower River Clan, just before when the caravan headed by Asawa and Urolo. After leaving instructions with Suballa, the rescue party embarked into the foothills. Asawa found the track of Davama's diversionary force that had circled Dravo's encampment. They followed this to the redoubt and beyond so as to surprise the hill folk from the direction of their main territory. This took a little longer but she wanted to surprise Davama.
"I was the one who was surprised! When we arrived that night the redoubt was in chaos -- Davama and Nalla dead along with nearly half the warriors he'd brought along for his mischief! The desert clan warriors and what remained of Davama's offered some resistance but after tangling with 'the demons'," she winked at Vera and Dravo, "there was not much fight left in them. They surrendered and I questioned a few of them while Urolo and Asawa searched the redoubt. When I was satisfied that we had no further business, we set off to find you. So which one of you took the trophies?"
Dravo replied, "I had Roga lop off Vasalla and Nudoma's nuts for Tragon to display."
Vera had been listening to Dravo and Estella discuss the events of the last couple of days and she was moved once again at how sophisticated and barbaric these aliens were. Dravo had freely discussed the slaughter of a couple of dozen hill and desert clan warriors but never once mentioned Vera's enhanced combat skills the night before last. He'd ignored Estella's hints and kept that knowledge to himself. Of course, if she couldn't figure out what [PASSWORD] was, she might never have 'access' to [INITIATE COMBAT PROTOCOL] again. The 'subroutine' (where did that come from?) [SITUATIONAL ANALYSIS] was there whenever she chose to turn it on. It had certainly helped her in the redoubt.
"Yes, we found them along the trail along with a half dozen dead warriors. I'm talking about Davama's nuts and Nalla's tit!"
