Out of the darkness and into the light... and what a bright light Jennaca has! Not to mention John might have found a way to keep her from talking so much...
John stared at the beautiful young woman. He struggled to keep his eyes above her tight half-shirt that was filled to bursting. He ignored the urges his infernal nature pushed at him to look for the southwestern winds to blow her loin cloth to the side so he could glimpse her tanned thighs and more.
"John?" Jennaca asked. "Did you hear me?"
"You... you want me to use my powers on you?"
She grinned and nodded. "I met you— all of you— for a reason. I don't know the reason, but I have to believe this will help me. Before now I've spent my life learning and practicing and preparing. I've never met someone like you before... your powers sound so exciting and, well, fun! You're a very handsome man too, perhaps even more pleasing to look on than Uncle Garrick or my king."
Zynga rocked back and forth on the ground where she sat. She was laughing so hard tears were running from her eyes even though she wasn't making any noise.
"You're not as strong, I'm sure, but Uncle Garrick is, like, as strong as an ogre... maybe stronger!"
Before Jennaca could prove how much air her lungs held yet again, John asked, "How old are you?"
She smiled. "Eighteen. Half way through my sixteenth year I decided it was time I set out on my own. A lot of people didn't like that, but mom was on my side! She was sad, she didn't want me to go, but I'm pretty sure she was there the first few months, at least. Watching me and making sure I was safe. Well... sort of safe... at least. I didn't run into anything I couldn't handle."
John blinked. "On your own at sixteen.. and in the wilderness, no less?"
"I went west first. Spent a little time in Noraven, with Queen Grishna. She was a friend of a friend but we got along great. I learned a lot from her in the time I was there. But—"
"Noraven? Queen Grishna?" John repeated the words as they pulled up more disjointed memories together. "She's called the Goblin Queen, right?"
Jennaca grinned and nodded. "Except she's not a goblin, obviously. She said she's half human, half orc. She came from up there... from the void. Oh the stories she told me of when she was on her father's ship sailing from one world to another. It was amazing... but it takes weeks or months to get from one place to another. All while trapped on a ship? No thank you, I'll stay down here. I'd get sooo bored, you know?"
John grunted.
"Anyhow," she continued, "mom and, well, everyone, always knew I just kind of went after what I wanted. The King said he truly enjoyed talking to me because I had no filter... or no censor... or something, it was a while ago. Anyhow, if I wanted something, I don't pretend otherwise. I don't find any good comes of hiding feelings or lying about things either. Mom says that's because she raised me in our cabin and with animals for friends instead of people. Animals understand honesty and truth far better than people do. I mean, that's what mom says. I think people can be honest and good... but sometimes they get worried about hurting each other's feelings so they lie. When that happens they usually end up hurting them even more."
Zynga fell over onto her back. John didn't know if the lack of oxygen would kill the imp or not, but he did appreciate how she couldn't talk, at least.
John flicked his fingers at her, sending his eager magic to strike the young woman directly in the face. She gasped and her eyes widened. John's magic slipped into her open mouth and rushed through her body, connecting them and exciting her as it coiled deep into her core.
"Oh! Did you... I feel... mmm, that's nice."
John chuckled and stood up.
Jennaca looked around the fire before looking back at John. "I don't mind, it's a natural act and all. But, well, do you want to go somewhere else, maybe? I know most people like their privacy. Me, I don't need it. I have nothing to hide. I kind of enjoy—"
"Jennaca, come here," John interrupted her.
She leapt to her feet and hurried over to him. She grinned and opened her mouth, but John put his finger to her lips. "Let's go over here a bit. Near the wagon, I think. Can you see?"
"I'm fine," she said and eagerly took his hand. "Oh my... I've felt tingly before and always wondered what it was like, but never like this! I think I'm ready for you already! Even when my moon blood was flowing I didn't feel like this!"
John glanced at her. "Like what?"
"So... slippery! Wet... You know, in my vagina."
John chuckled. "I seldom hear that word."
"Oh? I've heard other words... I wasn't sure what was right."
"Use what you feel is right."
"What do you call it?" she asked as John led her to the far side of the wagon.
He looked down at the woman. She was a hand shorter than he was but he suspected she had more energy than a dozen of him. "Pussy, cunt, twat... there are many I suppose."
"You like those. All right... half a moment... pussy? That's another name for a cat like Sasha! Pussycat!"
John chuckled. "So it is. I don't know why."
She grinned. "That's funny. Now I'll think of Sasha every time I hear that word. Pussy... okay, John, I'm ready to mate... or to be bedded. Lain with? Fuck? What—"
John kissed her. She mumbled into his mouth until she realized what was happening. Then she threw herself into the action and kissed him back with everything she had. It was a lot.
The girl nearly overwhelmed John with her enthusiasm. Unlike Irena, Jennaca was a fast learner. She took to him and slowed her kiss from frantic to sensuous. In no time John realized he was losing himself in the girl's embrace. She was moaning into him, caught up in the experience and leaving him with no doubt he was her first.
Jennaca pulled away first and tugged at his robe. "I really liked that," she said as she lifted his robe. "I'll happily do more of it too, but I want more. I need more... whatever magic you used on me, it's got me burning and aching and feeling all funny. The thing is, I know you can make it better. You just have to put your... what do you like to call it?"
