Worlds Apart Ch 03 2

My heart was pounding in my ears. My body was refusing to calm down after the treatment Aejerla gave me, and now I was going to return the favor. I had never done this in my life, but hey, I supposed that when I returned home, I could still say I was a virgin, because after all, I hadn't done it with a human woman yet. Uh oh... was this bestiality? God, I hoped not.

Aejerla smiled, toying with her clit as I approached. "You seem hesitant," she noted. "This is not something you must do often. If I intimidate you to the point of worry..."

I shook my head. "No. I want to do this," I told her.

"I see," she replied with a nod. "Perhaps we should set up a system? We can make the act secure under a cryptic usage of words. Should you say a certain word we define previously, we stop, with no further questions."

I smiled to myself, even as I approached, my heart blasting. Aejerla just invented safe words. Good for her. "My word is... farmer," I replied.

Aejerla gave me a cocky grin. "Still thinking of the Lazy Farmer upstairs?" she asked slyly.

I gulped. I was determined not to be taken out of the moment, but I couldn't help but spare a thought for Kaendeer and the Finger upstairs. Well, Kaendeer and the Finger's finger. Bleh.

Still, this is what I wanted. If I was going to be in this world, I had to accept their ways. When in Rome... except this Rome was inhabited by tall elf girls who... who... who smelled intoxicating.

The closer I got to Aejerla's love instrument, the stronger the smell became. Was this what a human girl's vagina smelled like? It was making me light-headed. It didn't smell like anything I smelled before. It smelled like... desire. I was reaching forward with my tongue before I even knew what was going on.

Aejerla gasped at first contact. Her legs squirmed, getting used to the feeling of my tongue. My tongue may have been inexperienced, but... I mean, I had my own vagina. I could make a pretty reasonable guess as to what felt good. I started by slowly lapping up and down her slit, realizing that if I made my tongue go flat and wide, and going in, it would lead to greater effects, so of course, that's exactly what I did.

When I started, Aejerla acted a lot more like a shy sub than I had thought, but before long, she seemed to remember not a few minutes ago when I mentioned I liked how intimidating she was. She seemed to get into it. She adjusted herself quickly, then grabbed the back of my head, clearly looking at me as she gave a low laugh. "You like how your Mistress tastes, don't you?" she asked in a low voice.

I broke away from eating her for just long enough to moan a single, "Yes!"

"You're such a good little serf," she told me, grinding her hips, mashing her pelvis into my tongue. God, even her thighs were so muscley. Just as I was admiring them, as much as I could, she moved them in closer, tightening her grip on my face with her thighs alone. My pussy was on fire. I moaned into her love instrument and my hands flew to her thighs, stroking them lovingly. They were so hard yet so smooth.

Her taste was just as intoxicating as her smell. I ground my own pussy into the very air with desperation, taking in her scent and taste, learning on the fly every trick I could find to please her better. Her moans were low and guttural... powerful... commanding. She took one hand off of me, grabbing the nearby table with her free hand as she rode my face on the chair. "IN the name of the heavens... you make me want to say such things to you."

I worked up the effort to tear myself away from her love instrument, if only for a moment. "Say them," I nearly growled. "I'll say the word if you say something too rough, and we can talk for a bit. I want to hear you say it."

Aejerla's eyes glowed, then playfully darkened. She flexed both arms, then used her hand on the back of my head to force my mouth back onto her love instrument. Gleefully, I obliged, realizing her clit was both sensitive and could take a lot. I began licking and even lightly sucking on her clit, rewarded with my Mistress' moans. "Heavens above, you're such a weak, pathetic serf..." she moaned. "Serving your Mistress with such reckless abandon. You love how strong I am, don't you?"

I did. The idea of me being her weak little bitch only made me wetter.

She ground her strong-smelling, now-leaking love instrument right up against my tongue. "Weak little guardians like you were made to serve strong guardians like me," she commanded. "Say it."

"I was made to serve you," I almost moaned. "I'm a stupid, silly little girl. My only use is to serve strong guardians like you. Weak little guardians are made to serve strong, powerful, smart guardians like you."

"Gods and stars," she moaned, mashing me against her cunt again. "I feel my ending approaching."

Aejerla's entire body tensed as her orgasm approached. I could practically feel every muscle in her body tense, then release with the force of a tempest. She made a higher pitched squeal before making a low, commanding roar as her juices began to flow.

She was a squirter. Maybe her species were squirters, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that her juices were every bit as addictive as their smell, and I was all too eager to use my tongue to lap them up and clean her off, licking around her folds to catch every wayward drop. I wasn't just eating my Mistress, I was humiliating myself by cleaning her, by being her personal tool. And I absolutely loved it.

Aejerla inhaled and exhaled a few times, her wonderful muscley chest rising and falling with each breath. When I dared to look her in the eyes, next, her eyes were filled with this kind of adoration. "Gods and stars," she repeated, slowly and sensually. "I truly hope you stay."

"I take it I did a good job?" I asked, almost bashfully. Timidly.

Aejerla didn't respond with words. Moving slowly as first, as if she was mustering up the strength, she lifted me off of the ground with the strength of her arms alone whilst getting up off the chair herself. She pulled me by my waist to her height as she stood, wrapping me in some kind of Nelson while we were facing each other, and buried her face in my neck.

This was probably some kind of show of affection to her, so I tried to match her, and even kissed her neck. We remained like that for a little while until she eventually let go. As she did, I couldn't help but notice the sounds of the tavern returned to normal -- either Kaendeer and The Finger had managed to learn how to be quiet, or they too were finished.

Aejerla had maintained her composure too, even after that, I imagine, out-of-character show of affection. "How are your feelings?"

I sighed. "I'm feeling better," I admitted. I hated feeling jealousy the way I did, especially given Aejerla and I just basically did what I hated Kaendeer for doing. Though, to be fair, it was more than jealousy I was feeling.

Aejerla made herself decent as she spoke. "I see the way you look at the Lazy Farmer," she noted. "I can only assume you're caught in your ways, though I had thought that this tryst would serve as a healthy distraction."

You'd think the Loquiroot would help identify words that I couldn't understand, like 'tryst.' "How long have you known the Lazy Farmer?" I asked.

Aejerla paused, then her look of distrust I'd seen so many times returned to her face. "You know her," she observed. All but accused.

"I encountered her before Kaendeer had met up with her, yes," I admitted. Nervously, I played with my hands. "But I'm a stranger to your lands. I can't just tell you, 'you shouldn't trust someone you've known for a bit, you can only trust me.'"

"Speak," Aejerla ordered, losing her friendly tone she'd cultivated with me.

"I bumped into her when I was out at the pond near this place. I was drinking the pond water-"

"You tried to drink the pond water?" Aejerla interrupted.

"Yes, I drank the pond water," I answered grumpily.

"You are going to feel the heavens erupting from within you soon," she noted grimly. "Proceed."

"She addressed me. Her attire was different, more well-kept. I don't know the politics of these lands, but she introduced herself as... a Finger."

Aejerla paused. "Emma," she warned. "This is not a light accusation."

"Yeah, Fingers... serve the Hands?" I guessed.

"In a manner of speaking. They operate as the informants and errand-runners of the Hands. Their work has been known to include spying. Annoyingly..." she paused. "Their work also includes sowing distrust of villagers between one another."

I nodded understandingly. "I'm not saying to do anything without further evidence. I'm just saying, this is what I heard."

"And does anyone else know of this?" Aejerla asked.

I huffed. "Kaendeer does, but the Finger threatened her life, I think," I admitted. "But then she didn't. I don't know. It was weird. The Finger also pointed out that if the Lordship wanted to raze this land, they could before 'luncheon.' They're not looking to just take this place over. They're looking for something else."

Aejerla nodded, keeping along with every word. "I see," she replied. "For now, you aren't to stray too far. Definitely stay away from the pond water. Perhaps find a place to lie down, the next few hours are going to get very uncomfortable for you." Against all of her troubles, she gave a small laugh. "You're quite the trouble, Stranger. I trust you know this."

My cheeks burned. "Yeah," I admitted.

Without another word, Aejerla opened the door to the tavern, earning an "Eep!" from me, given I wasn't fully dressed yet. I scrambled to dress before someone could see me, as Aejerla returned to her duties. Once I sheepishly tiptoed out of the back room, I found Kaendeer and The Finger merrily sharing drinks at a table, with Aejerla happily serving them, clearly either putting on a great act or disregarding my words entirely.

Like clockwork, as I approached them, my stomach began to churn. Kaendeer noticed me first and smiled in a friendly fashion, with The Finger following suit. I didn't much like The Finger's smile.

That said, The Finger was more clever than I would have liked to admit. "Your stomach hurts, does it not?" she asked.

I stared at her for a bit. I didn't see the point in lying, so I nodded.

She nodded back with sympathy. "I understand this place has a Wise Woman known for her knowledge of how the bodies of The Herd work. The Herd are a rather stupid species, you must know -- forgive me -- so it is a notable thing that the Wise Woman found her position in the first place. Should one ask me, it is a testament to her great knowledge." She gestured around the table. "I would be happy to make the trip with you, should you enjoy the company."

"Um, no thank you," I replied quietly, trying not to make direct eye contact with either Kaendeer or Aejerla, lest the Finger think I was giving her away or something.

Aejerla spoke up. "Perhaps it would be pertinent," she said, placing another beer down on the table. "And perhaps now would be the perfect time to drink up, Stranger. If you trust me, especially with what we have said to each other most recently, this is an opportunity you would not want to miss." She looked at me meaningfully, then walked back to the bar. What was that about?

I turned back to The Finger. My stomach was only getting worse. It was clear this was not going to be a run-of-the-mill stomach ache. Soon, I might not be able to walk at all. As much as I wanted to lie down, this was going to be my best opportunity in a bit to do anything but lie down. I looked at Kaendeer, then at The Finger, and slowly nodded.

Few further words were exchanged before The Finger and I, without Kaendeer, left the tavern in search of...

"The Tower," The Finger explained. "The Wise Woman lives there, acting as speaker for the ground and the sky. Not a thing comes from the soil or water from which she does not know. And if she doesn't, she dedicates her very life to knowing until there is scarcely anything left to ascertain."

"Can I ask a question?" I abruptly asked.

The Finger gave me a sly look. "If the question relates to my position, keep your voice low," she said in a voice above a whisper. People were walking around us, but as one might expect of medieval peasants, even if most weren't human, they cared very little about others and just went about their day.

"What do you want with Great Yield?" I asked.

"Nothing," she replied as if it was obvious. "I as an entity with wants scarcely exist. I operate fully under the desires and goals of The Lordship."

I huffed. "Sounds terrible."

"The Lordship's goals align with my own, and the Lordship's treasures meagerly line my pockets," The Finger replied. "Look at that farmer there." She pointed to a farmer, inspecting their fields. "Do you understand the difference between them and myself?"

I looked at the farmer. "They're a farmer and you're not?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. We are born into a situation where we must make our own lives with the resources given to us. The farmer was given a farm. I was given my connections. Both of us used our own, and both of us must." She paused as we walked, then picked up a stray chisel made of soft iron from a workbench outside a house. "I chose my profession as much as this chisel chose its shape," she commented, running her rich soft hands along the tool. "You, if your story is true, should find familiarity in finding yourself unable to change your situation much."

"It sounds like Kaendeer chose hers," I grumbled.

The Finger sighed. "Kaendeer has quite the spirit, but also has incurred much of the wrath of the Lordship due to her insubordination," she answered. "The Lordship, which brings light and knowledge to many of the outposts. Which brings order. Which brings peace." She paused. "Many of the outposts in this area were locked in brutal wars before The Lordship's guidance brought an end. Take a look around you." She gestured around us. "This outpost is small. The loss of even a few dozen lives could make this outpost a lost cause."

"That doesn't change the fact that Kaendeer left the Lordship and you didn't," I pointed out.

"And perhaps 'leaving the Lordship' is a concept those who do not even know the Lordship do not understand," she countered. "Do you imagine the Hands would be particularly pleased with my double life?"

"I don't think Kaendeer would be pleased to know you want to infiltrate and destroy Great Yield..." I grumbled again.

"Infil- repeat?" The Finger asked again, baffled.

"Well, that's why you come around here, right? To spy on the people, to learn their weaknesses."

The Finger, to my surprise, laughed. "Gods and Heavens, no. I said what I said because if others knew of my identity, or Kaendeer's past, a war would break out. That's why I and Kaendeer said if you talk out of turn, her life would hang in the balance. They would assume wrongly, and she would be the one to bear the brunt of their anger, on both sides." She stretched as we walked. "No, my intentions are, in fact, honorable. I simply lead a double life to... I suppose to have it both ways, as it was. To be able to live a life under the guidance of the Lordship, and to live amongst the farmers, in a peaceful way." She turned to me and smile. "One could say I am greedy."

The color drained from my face. She wasn't a spy at all. This was a game to them, just a dangerous game that no one else could be involved with. They were literally only having fun, and I fucked it up by telling Aejerla.

"Kaendeer was the one to convince me," The Finger continued. "I had thought she was rather stupid to give up her life under the guidance of The Lordship. She had affluence, influence, intrigue... what else could one want? And yet, she found the life of the poor farmer interesting, even glamorous. Her line of work comes with a lot less security, and a lot more hardship, and yet..." She scratched her chin. "And yet I can't disagree with her motives. It would appear life is a lot less simple than I had thought. As it turns out, one does not win life like a game. Acquire too much power and you do not win -- rather, the rules simply change."

"Yeah," I replied, not paying too much attention. I needed to get back and defuse the situation, stat.

"And the rules will never not change," she continued. "There is always more you need to do. The only way to feel content is not to fulfill every need -- rather, to get rid of the very need to begin with. Affluence helps, but only thinking of affluence seems to misunderstand the idea of destroying need in the first place."

The Finger's conversation was interesting, but my growing stomach ache and my worry over Kaendeer and a possible war took up all of the space in my mind until we reached the Tower. It really didn't live up to its name -- it was scarcely taller than the tavern, but it was, to be fair, the tallest building in the outpost.

The inside of the Twoer was exactly what one would expect from a place occupied by a 'Wise Woman.' The place was made of a charming yet aging wood, clearly one of the oldest buildings in the village. Shelves were lined with jars and samples, and the ceiling had a break in the far wall to allow a staircase to a second floor. Peter Jackson himself couldn't envision such a cute and perfect Middle Ages feel of an old coot's room.

The Tower was occupied by another member of the Gorigae. She was clearly older, but not in the Herd's way where there were gray hairs and wrinkles. It was all in her eyes. Her eyes looked like they contained two entire lifetimes within them, even though her body seemed as young as Kaendeer's or Aejerla's. Her skin was similar to Kaendeer's, with a greenish tint, though her demeanor screamed less "I'm an adventurer!" and more "Oh no, social contact with others!"

Nevertheless, she listened well to my plight. She was clearly impressed with my clothing, even though it was starting to smell, and was delighted to help.

"And what can I call you?" I asked once I had the opportunity to ask a question of my own. I got used to not asking for names anymore.

The guardian smiled. "You may call me the Wise Woman," she told me.

Something clicked. "Sorry, 'woman?'" I echoed. "Wise Woman?"

"Yes," she nodded, confusion on her face.

"What's a 'woman?'" I asked. "I thought the word was 'guardian,' not 'woman.'"

She looked at me puzzledly. "Those are two different things, my dear," she told me, then looked at The Finger. "Lazy Farmer, might there be a translation error?"

"There very well might," the Finger said with a nod. "The Stranger here speaks in manners most strange. Her words and mind are currently under the effects of the Loquiroot."

The Wise Woman stared at me for a few moments longer. "I do hope you choose to stay in Great Yield a few moons longer, dearest. I truly do." She disappeared under a table, then quickly re-emerged with some kind of pestle and mortar, then took some dried leaves from a jar. She ground up the leaves until they were a fine powder, then mixed them with some kind of other powder, then put the powder in, what else, a glass container of beer.

I looked at it in her outstretched hand. "This is supposed to cure my stomach ache?" I asked, looking at the container.

"A stomach ache. How succinct. Perhaps you could become Great Yield's lorthew." The Wise Woman didn't think it strange that I hadn't picked up her solution yet, and held it patiently out for me.

I clicked my tongue and took the solution, casting a look towards the Finger. She made a motion towards the solution, and I looked back. It wasn't like it was chunky or steaming or anything, but it was still a sewage-colored jar of fluid that smelled like piss. I breathed heavily a few times then stopped breathing through my nose and drank it.