6 comments/ 20883 views/ 2 favorites Of the People By: Darkniciad This is a direct sequel to my story, "Laresa's World Ch. 15: Aaron" ( aka "Deified") You will get a lot more out of the tale if you have read that story, or better yet, the entire chain, found in the "Chain Stories" category here at Lit. Laresa's world is a parallel world, so the people in this tale are not meant to represent any actual tribe, or even true-to-form history. While the world is much the same as our own, there are subtle differences. The story so far... Laresa is a genie, bound to a ring. For centuries, she has bounced through time and space, serving masters both kind and cruel. Much to her surprise, she emerged from her ring to discover that her latest Master, Aaron, already knew who she was. Unbeknownst to her, he was a rogue member of a mysterious organization known as "The Society". He quickly ordered her to summon a second genie to serve him, asking specifically for a genie named Nathifa. Aaron wished to be transported back to the heyday of the Inca. Once there, he used the power of his genies to assume the guise of a god. As his power and influence grew, so too did his cruelty. Laresa was troubled by his actions, and by her part in granting him the power to dominate the people of the city. Nathifa faced her own demons, paramount amongst them an aversion to intimate contact with another woman, caused by her enslavement to a woman who forced such upon her, without any care for Nathifa's needs. A Priestess of the native people noticed Laresa's distress, and offered a charm to the genie. Upon putting on the pendant, Laresa discovered that it calmed her nerves, and helped her order her mind. Examination of the item revealed that it possessed divine magic. Aaron tortured Nathifa with her fear — pushing her to the breaking point — as a means to keep her tractable. Laresa did her best to comfort her sister genie, but received little response. At last, Aaron's torments pushed Nathifa to reach out to Laresa. Laresa offered the calming pendant to the other genie, who found it as miraculous as had Laresa. Nathifa revealed the nature of her distress to Laresa, who offered to show the Djinn what she had never known, someone who thought of her needs. Her body screaming with need, and Laresa's caring demeanor, pushed Nathifa past her aversion, and she experienced her first climax from Laresa's touch. Exhausted after their lovemaking, Nathifa felt the need to rest within the bracelet that was her home. Upon attempting to return to the bracelet, painful magic enveloped her. Much to the surprise of both Laresa and Nathifa, the divine magic of the pendant Nathifa still wore interacted with the magic of the bracelet, freeing Nathifa from the ties of the Djinn. Thinking quickly, Laresa asked Nathifa to steal her ring from Aaron. Now that Nathifa was mortal, she was able to wear the ring, becoming Laresa's Mistress. Nathifa acquired the ring, and wished for Laresa to take them away from Aaron. Once safely away from her former Master, Laresa attempted to gain her freedom in the same manner Nathifa had, but found it did not work. Laresa asked where Nathifa would like to live, now that she was mortal. A village of Native Americans proved to be similar enough to the life both women remembered, before becoming Djinn, to feel comfortable. Nathifa did not wish to be Laresa's Mistress, but agreed when Laresa said she would prefer Nathifa to any other Master. Thus, the two women joined the tribe... ()o~~~~***~~~~o() The plains of what will be called North America — 1200 A.D. Laresa and Nathifa sat together, sewing fur into new garments for the coming winter. Although Nathifa delighted in the simple work, Laresa was not quite as enamored of it, and frequently cheated with her magic whenever her auburn-haired friend was not looking. The fact that Laresa could use her magic at will, for something as simple as making clothing, warmed the Djinn's heart. Although still technically a slave to the ring, Nathifa had wished for Laresa to decide her own fate, and her own actions. Never since her rebirth had the silvery-haired genie known such freedom. Having only been recently freed from the shackles of the Djinn, Nathifa simply could not abide the thought of owning someone, as she had been owned. So, for the first time in centuries, Laresa controlled her own fate. She could come and go as she pleased, do as she wished, and never did her Mistress ask anything of her. Even when a dire need arose, Nathifa refused to ask for Laresa's magical assistance. Laresa was still connected to her Mistress through the ring, however, and she could sense when Nathifa was worried or out of sorts. Whenever Nathifa felt something was needed, Laresa stepped in happily with her powers and made it so. Thus, the tribe prospered. Where many other tribes had found the harvest this year lean, and the game thin, the tribe the two women had adopted knew only bounty. When it was dry, Laresa brought rain. When the floods came, Laresa turned the raging waters away from the village and their food source. When someone sustained an injury, or fell ill, the beautiful Djinn made them whole. The people believed that they were favored of the spirits, as exemplified by their good fortune, and by the two unusual women amongst them. Though the tribe related to them as natives of the village, they could hardly ignore that the pair of women were different, and quite striking in appearance. Their hair alone marked them as unusual among the universally dark-topped people. Laresa was known as Moon in Her Hair, a reference to her silvery locks. Nathifa's native name came from her hair, and her beautiful, gentle voice — Firetop Bird. Both women were more than a little amused by the amount of attention the young men of the tribe paid to them. Laresa had thus far remained a bit distant from the men's advances, as she could not bear them children, and thought it unfair to steal attentions from other women seeking mates. Simply being able to choose to do so was also empowering, and something Laresa had rarely known in her long centuries as a genie. Nathifa had done much the same, until Sees With a Hawk's Eye had caught her eye. Laresa knew that her friend did not realize that she was paying attention to Hawk, but it was true nonetheless. It was easy enough for Laresa to understand why, because he was a magnificent example of manhood, with a good heart. She had felt her own body stir when looking at him many times, but Nathifa lost contact with everything but the sight of him, and his voice, whenever he was near. Right now, it didn't take much to fan Laresa's flames of arousal. She avoided the men, so as not to disappoint them, and Nathifa still felt uncomfortable about her attraction to the Djinn, and other women in general. Laresa had felt her friend's emotions surging many times, but always Nathifa had backed away before releasing the pent up passions within her — at least with anyone else. The scent, sound, and thoughts coming from Nathifa, as the young woman masturbated in the night, were near maddening to Laresa. Every day, Laresa fought the feeling deep inside her that she didn't really belong. She was determined, despite her recently tumultuous emotions, to enjoy her new freedom. For the most part, she succeeded, although that made the moments when the melancholy assaulted her feel even darker by comparison. One of the young braves appeared on the hill, moving toward the village at a brisk pace. Laresa noticed him, and sensed something was wrong from the determined look on his face. Nathifa saw the concentration in Laresa's features, and turned to see what had attracted the Djinn's attention. The brave consulted with another, older man, whose face then took on the same concerned cast. Others approached, and they too conferred. Then the first brave, and the first man he had spoken with left the group, moving quickly toward where the Chieftain sat, watching his grandchildren at play. "I wonder what is going on," Nathifa pondered. "They look worried," Laresa added. Noticing a new arrival in the group that still stood gathered near the edge of the village, Nathifa stood and said, "I will go ask Hawk." The faintest hints of a smile touched Laresa's lips. "You will remember to come back and let me know what he has to say, I trust?" "Of course," Nathifa replied with a slightly confused expression. "I'll be waiting." Nathifa smiled and started in Hawk's direction. Laresa shook her head, wondering how the woman could be so smitten, and not even realize it herself. Finishing a final stitch on her garment, Laresa sighed. Although she was happier than she had been in a long time, seeing Nathifa living a life of true freedom was painful at times. Laresa stiffened when she felt Nathifa's worry. That was all the incentive necessary for Laresa to stand up, and go join her friend to find out what was going on firsthand. "Are we in danger?" Nathifa was asking Hawk as Laresa approached. He shook his head, "No, we do not even know that what Rushing Wind saw was one of those who dwell outside the light. Even if it is, we are forewarned, and will be prepared, should this be more than a single dark one within this land." "But, you are troubled," Nathifa countered. Hawk smiled, "The thought of doing battle is troubling, even with those who know only darkness. We are strong, and blessed by the Spirit. We have no need to fear, should the need to paint our faces for war come. I must go. Those who hunt must be warned." "Be cautious." "I shall return safely, Firetop." Laresa fought the urge to push the couple together. They stood staring at each other, in lieu of the kiss lovers would share at such a juncture. At last, Hawk nodded and trotted off in the direction the hunting party had taken in the morning hours. Nathifa concentrated and sent her thoughts to Laresa, Who are those that dwell outside the light? Laresa closed her eyes, searching through the thoughts and memories of those around her, discovering the answer. They are people who have been cast out. Those who have committed foul deeds, or fallen sway to black magic. In recent years, these people have started gathering, forming dangerous roving bands. When they gather, they are sought out and scattered, but they become more adept at hiding their location each time. Hawk told the truth, he is not afraid, and unsure that what Rushing Wind saw was indeed one of these people. I suppose there is no need to worry, then. Laresa was glad to feel Nathifa's relief with those mental words, but it was tinged with worry for Hawk. "Come; let us finish with our furs. The snow will be blowing soon, and we will be very cold if we do not," Laresa suggested. Nathifa nodded and returned with Laresa to their teepee. ()o~~~~***~~~~o() Laresa slipped out of her reverie with the dawn, realizing that she felt weak and light-headed. Because she rarely used her powers, Laresa was able to remain outside her ring for long periods of time, but there were limits. Nathifa roused, smiling and saying, "Good morning." "Good morning. I think I need to rest in my ring," Laresa replied weakly. "Go then, you need not wait for me to awaken when you feel the need for rest. I will miss you." "I will miss you as well," Laresa responded, and then dissolved into a misty vapor, returning to her ring. As soon as she appeared in her home, Laresa felt her strength returning. It would take some time, and sleep, before her powers were fully restored, but at least she didn't feel as though she were about to collapse now. With a thought, she changed out of her tribal clothing into a shimmering, nearly transparent gown of silk. The material felt wonderful against her skin, slippery and cool. She relaxed back onto her cushions, closing her violet eyes, and letting her mind drift. Laresa's thoughts quickly drifted in a direction that precluded sleep. Nathifa had once again satisfied the needs of her body last night, and in Laresa's weakened state, the sensations coming from her Mistress had nearly overwhelmed the Djinn's careful controls. Nathifa was still too uncomfortable with her feelings, and the one time Laresa had let her hand drift between her thighs to sate her own need, she had keenly felt Nathifa's unease. Thus, Laresa simply endured — drawing hope from the slowly eroding discomfort she sensed from Nathifa — that such things would eventually not be a problem. She could have used her powers, naturally, to hide the sight, sound, and scent from her Mistress, but Laresa felt uncomfortable doing so. Doing that, or retreating to her ring felt deceptive to Laresa, and so she refused to do either. Nevertheless, she had nearly done so last night. The memories quickly returned Laresa to that state now, and nothing here precluded her from cooling her burning need. Sliding her hands slowly up her body, Laresa's back arched, and a short moan escaped her. Cupping her full breasts, she let her fingertips glide over them, caressing them with the silk that covered them. Her body undulated slightly as her arousal built, her nipples stiffening to tent the soft cloth. Laresa let her fingers glide over the pebble hard points, making no attempt to stifle the high-pitched, warbling gasp of need that bubbled from her. The pale, pink tips tingled beneath her touch, connecting instantly with the steadily building tickle in her sex. Leaving one hand to continue stimulating her breasts and nipples, Laresa slipped the other down her body again, parting her legs as she did so. Reaching her nether region, Laresa traced the creases of her thighs, one after the other, the slippery silk feeling delightful against the sensitive skin. In her mind, Nathifa's hands replaced Laresa's, increasing the Djinn's arousal. Sliding her hand over her mound, Laresa teased the short, white-blonde curls there, before spreading her fingers apart in a V. Laresa's hand moved downward, her parted fingers gliding along her outer lips, tantalizingly close to her wet heat. Upon reaching the bottom, she gathered up the silk, baring her sex. A single finger gliding upward along her folds drew a loud moan from her, and the sound deepened as she pressed that digit between her lips and into her saturated depths. Days of fighting her urges in the face of the strong, handsome braves of the tribe, and the beautiful woman with whom she lived meant that Laresa was now near a fever pitch. Her finger was completely coated in creamy juices the moment it penetrated her, and after a few strokes, she added a second finger. Pent up need drove her quickly toward the edge, one hand probing her depths, and the other moving to flash over her labia and swollen clitoris. Her first orgasm was sharp and surprising with its power. Her contracting muscles bent her body like a bow up from the cushions, to tremble there for long moments as she screamed in release. Slowly settling to the cushions, Laresa's continued to caress her nether lips, settling from her first climax, and then building toward another. It took an almost uncountable number of orgasms to quell her need, and at last drift off into a rejuvenative sleep. ()o~~~~***~~~~o() Nathifa sighed, stroking Laresa's ring. She already missed her friend, perhaps even a bit more today than usual. Her dream last night of Laresa had been the most vivid yet, and had moved into entirely new territory. Upon settling from her climax on Laresa's wonderful lips and tongue, Nathifa's dream self had moved to return the favor. The dream had awakened her in the night with an intense, aching need burning inside her. Nathifa's fingers had cooled the flames, but not extinguished them. When she drifted back off to sleep, the dream had returned again. Upon awakening, Nathifa felt as though she wanted to make the dreams a reality. That feeling was not fading now, which was both a little disconcerting, and at the same time perfectly natural. For now, Nathifa tried to push the thoughts back, as they caused her body to scream for satisfaction, and she couldn't risk sounds of pleasure drifting to others awake in the village. The fire was little more than a few smoldering coals, and yet the teepee was perfectly comfortable, though Nathifa knew the air outside would be sharply chill. The other teepees in the village would likewise be warm, yet another small gift from Laresa to her adopted people. Rising to stretch, Nathifa fought off the last vestiges of sleep — and arousal. Once she mastered her body, Nathifa broke her fast, and then stepped outside. She looked forward to another day of chatting with the other women, while scraping and preparing hides, or whatever other tasks would greet her today. As soon as she exited the teepee, Nathifa knew something was wrong. The camp was abuzz, and not with the usual sounds of the morning. Seeing a gathering near the medicine man's teepee, Nathifa hurried there to find out what was amiss. Nathifa gasped, seeing Hawk and another brave lying upon the cold ground. A black-fletched arrow lay next to the one brave, and the medicine man was working to remove an identical shaft from Hawk. Pushing through the crowd, Nathifa's heart turned to ice in her chest. She knelt down next to Hawk, tears rolling down her cheeks, as the medicine man removed the arrow. "If I am to leave this world, I am pleased that your face is the last I will see, Firetop," Hawk whispered weakly. It all snapped into focus then. Afraid to be involved with anyone, Nathifa had denied her feelings for Hawk with such strength that she didn't even consciously acknowledge them herself. Now, seeing him dying, she couldn't stifle her heart any longer. "Hold this over his wound, I must tend to Fleetfoot," the medicine man request of Nathifa, holding out a cloth to her. Sobbing, Nathifa did as the medicine man had directed. "You can't leave me, not now." Remembering that Laresa was too weak to emerge from her ring, Nathifa repeated, "Please, not now." "If it is my time, I accept it. Know that I love you, Firetop Bird," Hawk said, looking up into her eyes. Nathifa felt warmth infuse her body, both from his words, and from something else. She noticed a faint golden glimmer from below the beaded bracelet she wore, a gift from Hawk's sister. Beneath that gift was the bracelet that had been her home as a Djinn, and it was from that item that the glow radiated. Hawk drew in a deep breath, and his eyes opened wide. He reached up and took Nathifa's hand, moving it aside. Beneath her hand, the wound was healed. Murmurs of surprise rippled through those gathered around them, and Nathifa stared at the still glimmering bracelet in wonder. "Fleetfoot," Hawk said, sitting up. "Use your blessing, and save his life as well." Nathifa nodded, turning toward the other Brave. The medicine man nodded respectfully, and sat back out of the way. Resting her hands over Fleetfoot's wound, Nathifa saw the glow of her bracelet grow stronger. Fleetfoot coughed, opening his eyes. Nathifa moved her hand, and exclamations of joy erupted from everyone when they saw his wound too was healed. "I don't understand," Nathifa whispered, staring at her bracelet. "The Spirit has blessed you, Firetop Bird. This is a rare gift, not seen in our tribe for many moons," the medicine man said reverently, taking Nathifa's hand. "We must prepare for war," Hawk announced suddenly, rising to his feet. The Chieftain moved through the parting crowd. "The black shafts of those who dwell outside the light." "They have discovered our bounty, and seek it in this lean season for their own. They gather, preparing to attack," Hawk explained ominously. The medicine man proclaimed, "The blessing of the Spirit is with us. This miracle is but another gift of the Spirit to our people. We shall do war, and the black ones will touch us not. Braves, paint your faces for war. Show your bravery to the Spirit. We shall be blessed with strength of heart, and fleetness of foot." Of the People The villagers immediately sprang into a frenzy of activity, preparing their defenses. Hawk took Nathifa's hand, and said, "I thank you, Firetop. I seek your forgiveness for my words, as I lay dying. I would never have bared my thoughts so, were not my life slipping away." Nathifa's lip quivered, and then she smiled, "I love you too, Sees With a Hawk's Eye." "I had not dared hope," Hawk said softly. "I go to battle, knowing what awaits me now. The black ones will not stand before me, with the strength of your love and blessing filling my heart." They kissed, Nathifa's body melting into his, as she released the final restraints upon her bottled up feelings. "I must go." "Be careful. Be strong," Nathifa whispered. ()o~~~~***~~~~o() Nathifa breathed a sigh of relief a few hours later, when both the scouts and the medicine man cautioned that today was not the day to lead the attack. The dark ones were still gathering, and there appeared to be some friction between two factions within the growing group. The Chieftain favored not taking the offensive at all, but rather defending their village only if attacked. After a short meditation, the medicine man agreed, saying, "The blessing of the Great Spirit is upon our village. It is here where we are strongest, and here we should stay." Hawk asked, "What of our women, and children?" The Chieftain's old wife stepped forward. "The scouts say there are many of the dark ones, all about us. Where are we to run, or to hide? If you seek them out to make war upon them, some may come amongst us when we are undefended. We are not does, but she-wolves, and we will protect our dens." "We defend our village. In the face of our blessing, and our Braves, those who dwell outside the light cannot win," the Chieftain announced. "Some will watch in the night, and Braves will watch the dark ones, to warn us of their actions. All must be wary, and none should sleep deep. Those who dwell outside the light will use the darkness." "They will come this night," the medicine man prophesied. Hawk shouted, "And we shall send them back into the darkness that spawned them!" He then raised his tomahawk and let out a war whoop. The other braves took up the cry, and then everyone returned to making preparations. Touching the ring, Nathifa could sense that Laresa was yet unable to leave her home. Having been a Djinn herself, and knowing Laresa well, Nathifa could sense when the genie was strong enough to emerge from the ring. Nathifa wished with all her might that Laresa's strength returned before the dark ones attacked. ()o~~~~***~~~~o() The scouts returned as the sun sank below the horizon. The enemy was preparing to attack. The people gathered, the women, children, and aged in the center of their painted Braves. Women gave charms to their men, to give them strength, protection, and bravery in battle. Nathifa approached Hawk, removing her bracelet. It was obvious that the item possessed power, because it had healed Hawk and Fleetfoot. "Take this, to protect you in battle." Fastening the bracelet on his arm, Hawk held it up and remarked with wonder, "I feel the power of your gift. The blessing of the Great Spirit fills me. Surely none may stand against me, Firetop." "Fight well, and return to me," Nathifa said softly. A cry of challenge erupted from the darkness. They were coming. The village answered the challenge, the defiant screams of the women, and shrill cries of the children no less powerful than the mighty roars of the Braves. "Flee into the grass like the rabbit — now — if you would live," growled a man whose face was painted with black into a terrifying mask. He approached, others emerging from the gloom behind him, all with weapons raised. Nathifa touched the ring she wore, her heart soaring when she could feel Laresa's strength. Laresa, we need you! Feeling the pull of Nathifa's call, as well as her worry, Laresa emerged from the ring, her power preventing those around them from being alarmed, or realizing that she had simply coalesced from the vapors right in front of them. As far as the others in the village would remember, she was with them all the time. Seeing what was going on, Laresa thought to Nathifa, I will aid the Braves. All will be well. Concentrating, Laresa used her power to make all of the villagers impervious to the weapons of their enemies. "The blessing of the Great Spirit is upon our people. Flee now, as you would have us do. Only death awaits you here," Hawk shouted out, and then whooped again in challenge, the rest of the village joining in his cry. "It is you who will die this day. Your food and your women will be ours," the dark-painted man countered when the cry died down. He then offered his own challenge, the sounds of his men taking it up emerging from the darkness. He chopped his hand downward, and his warriors started forward. At the same time, the sound of bowstrings twanging echoed through the night. The charge of the dark ones faltered when they saw black-feathered shafts shattering against the bodies and horsehide shields of the village Braves. The Braves were no less startled by the occurrence, but believed it to be part of their blessing. Thus, they remained steadfast and ready. Hawk stood staring, feeling power flowing through him. He dropped his tomahawk to the earth. "The Spirit is with us. Now you shall see the Great Spirit's power!" Everywhere, mouths dropped open and people moved back involuntarily as the transformation washed over Hawk. Where once stood a man, now there stood a man-sized bird of prey. Spreading his wings, Hawk let out a deafening screech of challenge. His wings beat, and his talons curled as he rose from the earth, screeching again. Laresa? Nathifa questioned, confused as to what had caused the genie to use this magic. No less confused than Nathifa, Laresa mentally responded, It is not my power that changed him. But, how then? Laresa concentrated. I feel the influence of another, something great, something that is part of this land. I also sense something of you, though. It feels like the touch of your power when you were Djinn. My bracelet? It healed grave wounds through my touch, and Hawk wears it now. That must be it. I know little more than you. Perhaps Hawk's words were true, and the Great Spirit that our new people revere has joined with some remaining power in your bracelet to bring this magic. On the field of battle, the dark ones turned and fled, screaming in terror. Although startled, and wary of the transformed Hawk, the villagers cried out in joy, as the enemy retreated in fear. Hawk screamed a final challenge, and then settled to the ground, clouds of dust rising from beneath his wings. When his talons touched the earth, he blurred back into his human form. Almost immediately, he turned and walked toward Nathifa. When he reached her, he smiled and removed the bracelet. "Thank you for this blessing, Firetop. Through this, the Great Spirit spoke to me, and showed me the path to this power, to become my totem and drive the dark ones away. I can still hear the whispers of the Great Spirit. It is in the wind rustling through the grasses, and in the crackling of the fires. It is everywhere, and it asks that I commune with it this night. There is something you need as well, to give your soul peace. Seek it this night, and I will seek you out with the dawn." Taking the bracelet from his hand, Nathifa felt something wash over her. Turning to glance at Laresa, she knew instantly what she needed, in order to find the peace Hawk had mentioned. "I will, Hawk. I await your coming with the dawn." ()o~~~~***~~~~o() Examining the bracelet, Laresa remarked, "It is quite surprising. The magic in the bracelet is certainly the magic you possessed as Djinn. It is not so strong, but it is the same. There is something else, though, a magic that feels divine, like the pendant that freed you. I sense many of the things I do for the tribe, such as healing and changing the weather are possible with the magic in your bracelet." "You should try to go back to your ring wearing it, then. Perhaps you will be freed, as I was." Laresa fought hard against the excitement trying to consume her. From the moment she first examined the bracelet, that very thought was flitting through her head. She carefully controlled her emotions, not wanting to feel the heart-wrenching pain that had struck her the last time. "I'll try." Fastening on the bracelet, Laresa attempted to return to her ring. Opening her eyes, she sighed, seeing the familiar cushions. Emerging in the real world once again, she shook her head and handed the bracelet back to Nathifa. "It is so unfair," Nathifa lamented. "There must be some other trick to my freedom. I will simply have to search for it." Laresa smiled, changing the subject and attempting to lighten the mood. "It appears that you have finally discovered your feelings for Sees With a Hawk's Eye." Nathifa blushed and nodded her head. "How did you know?" "How could I not? You were the only one who could not see it. His sister, Whisper Wind, gave you that bracelet you wear with yours for a reason. It was her blessing; since she is the only family he has living." "Everyone must be laughing at me," Nathifa sighed. "Just me," Laresa teased. "No, it was never spoken of, but I could read it in the body language of the people. They knew, and they waited for your love to blossom. A few of the women were upset, but that was because they sought his affection as well. They could see in his eyes that you are the one he desires." "What of your blessing?" Moving across the floor of the teepee, Laresa gathered up Nathifa in her arms and said, "Of course you have my blessing." Laresa's mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as Nathifa's emotions struck her. The mixture of love, slight unease, and intense arousal hit Laresa like a hammer. The shared feelings fanned Laresa's flames as well, and as they pulled away from the hug, their eyes locked. For long moments, they simply looked into each other's eyes, the sexual energy between them growing ever stronger. Laresa quietly asked, "Are you sure you want this?" Nathifa nodded, "I am still uneasy, but it fills my dreams. You showed me such love in your touch, and I wish to show you that same love in return." Laresa brought her power to bear. "None can enter, and none may hear us. We are alone, with each other, this night. I have longed for your touch, and ached to taste you, Nathifa." Nathifa reached out, stroking her hand over Laresa's leg, and then moving higher. Laresa drew in a deep breath, as Nathifa's hand continued upward, along the trim line of the genie's waist. Finally, Nathifa caressed Laresa's cheek, softly saying, "So much was forced upon me, to pleasure another woman. I loathed her touch, because she would never give me release. I took no pleasure in her shudders of ecstasy, knowing I would be left wanting. I want to know what it is to feel joy as you reach your peak, arriving there because of my touch." "I will never leave you wanting, for to do so would leave me wanting as well," Laresa responded in a passionate whisper. She took Nathifa's hand, kissing the back of it softly, and then traced kisses down the other woman's wrist. Tilting her head, Laresa kissed the sensitive underside of Nathifa's wrist, drawing a gasp from her. Smiling and moaning, Laresa started to remove her clothing, revealing her body slowly to Nathifa. Nathifa helped her friend and lover remove the garments, drinking in the sight of her, and becoming more aroused by the moment. This was far different from any time before, because it was she that desired it. When Laresa sat bare before her, the scent of sandalwood and musk heavy in the air, Nathifa glided her hands over Laresa's taut tummy. The feeling of soft, warm skin beneath her fingers caused Nathifa to shiver, a reaction matched by the woman she touched. Her hands slipped to Laresa's back, her fingers caressing the upper swell of the genie's bottom, and then Nathifa leaned in to kiss the Djinn. Both women moaned into the kiss, their tongues intertwining in a sensual dance. Nathifa pressed a hand over her sex, the need to be touched overwhelming her. As soon as their lips parted, Laresa tugged gently at Nathifa's clothing, starting to undress her. Laresa let her hands slide over Nathifa's soft skin as she undressed the auburn-haired woman. Soon, they both sat nude, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, softly touching, just to feel the closeness of doing so. Nathifa leaned in, kissing Laresa's neck. A powerful shudder rocked the genie's body, and she let her head lean back in ecstasy. Nathifa's lips moved to Laresa's throat, kissing downward slowly, every touch both warming, and chilling Laresa at the same time. Laresa's fingers stroked Nathifa's hair, as the woman placed her hands on the genie's thighs, continuing to kiss downward, at last reaching Laresa's breasts. Laresa moaned, and her other hand moved to stroke over Nathifa's back. Nathifa kissed the valley between the Djinn's ample globes, and then the upper swell of both in turn. Laresa raised her head and opened her eyes, watching as Nathifa moved lower, edging toward the pale pink point surmounting Laresa's left breast. Laresa had to fight the urge to pull the other woman hard against her breast, as Nathifa's lips closed over her nipple, kissing the pebbled flesh. Slipping out her tongue, Nathifa curled it around Laresa's nipple, letting out a little moan as the Djinn gasped. Nathifa's passions rose, wetness gathering in abundance within her, the heady scent of their arousal filling her lungs. Suckling Laresa's nipple between her lips, Nathifa delighted in the feeling of the genie's resulting shiver. Nathifa's auburn locks tickled Laresa, as the woman moved to engulf the opposite nipple between her warm, soft lips. Quiet murmurs of pleasure bubbled from Laresa, an uncontrollable response to the delightful sensation of Nathifa kissing and suckling her hard nipples. Nathifa leaned forward, silently guiding Laresa to lean back, and the Djinn responded eagerly with a quavering groan of anticipation. After a final series of kisses across Laresa's firm globes, Nathifa moved lower, alternately kissing and trailing her tongue tip over Laresa's taut tummy. When she reached Laresa's navel, Nathifa slipped her fingers down across the genie's inner thighs, urging Laresa to part them. "Oh, yes, please," Laresa gasped breathlessly, as Nathifa's head moved lower, kissing just above her mound. Laresa parted her legs, licking her lips when Nathifa looked up into her eyes. The passion and growing hunger Nathifa felt was visible in her expression, and even more obvious when she moved quickly to taste Laresa's sweet nectar a moment later. Nathifa heard Laresa yelp, as she turned her head slightly sideways, pushing her tongue between the blonde's folds. She curled her tongue, pulling it back coated in Laresa's creamy wetness, and then immediately pushed back in for another taste. Laresa's breathing quickened. Nathifa's tongue darted in and out of her canal, tickling over her labia with each withdrawal. Laresa watched from between her breasts, which quivered from the strength of her gasping breaths, enraptured by the sight of her red-haired lover lapping her so enthusiastically. Nathifa slipped into a drifting state of pure ecstasy. The scent and taste of Laresa filled her mind, as she lapped and suckled for more of the flavorful juices, which flowed in abundance over her tongue. The teaching of a cruel Mistress served her well now, as she instinctively built Laresa's pleasure with expert precision. Laresa's warbling cries of bliss grew ever louder, as Nathifa's probing tongue pushed the Djinn closer to the edge. Her hips rocked rhythmically, and she squeezed her breasts, rubbing fingers over her aching nipples as she neared the point of no return. Tightness built beneath her mound, growing stronger with each passing moment. When Nathifa's lips closed over Laresa's sensitive bud, the pressure suddenly snapped, and Laresa came. Nathifa could still hear the silver-haired woman's loud scream of release, even though Laresa's thighs were now tightly clamped over her ears. Letting out a muffled moan of delight, Nathifa lapped deep into Laresa's canal, gathering up the torrent of sweet juices released by the genie's orgasm. Laresa just kept coming, wave after wave of bliss gripping her, setting every inch of her aflame. Her cries of pleasure echoed dimly in her ears, and her wide-open eyes saw nothing before them. At last, she had to jerk her hips away from Nathifa's questing tongue, unable to endure another moment of the intense sensation running through her. Nathifa licked her lips, stroking Laresa's bottom, as the woman curled up into a ball, hands pressed tightly over her quivering sex. For long moments, Laresa remained tightly curled, trembling and gasping, before her muscles finally relaxed. Slowly uncurling, Laresa slowly breathed out, "That felt so wonderful. It has been so long. Oh, thank you Nathifa." "You taste like the sweetest honey, and I feel as though I am about to reach my peak — untouched — just from feeling the pleasure you took from my touch." Rising slowly, finding her muscles reluctant to obey, Laresa whispered, "You will remain untouched no longer. I hunger for your sweet taste as well." They both leaned forward, kissing passionately, Laresa continuing to lean as their lips met, pushing Nathifa back to the furs with gentle pressure. It was closer to dawn than dusk when they drifted off into spent slumber, their bodies intertwined. ()o~~~~***~~~~o() The meeting between Hawk and Nathifa the next morning sealed their closeness, and their status as mates within the tribe. Hawk's communion with the Great Spirit showed obvious results. Wisdom simply filled him, and it appeared there was little in the world unknown to him. He negotiated peace with the closest tribes, forming a loose coalition that provided protection against the dark ones, and lean seasons. The tribe quickly moved to think of Hawk as their next Chieftain. The current Chief, Talon of the Eagle, steadily moved back from his leadership role, enjoying his latter years as Hawk took on the duties of leading the tribe. The medicine man made an unprecedented request of Nathifa, establishing that it would be Firetop Bird who would take on his mantle when he passed on. Nathifa learned the secrets of the tribal medicine and rituals quickly, with help from Laresa, and soon the medicine man was able to fade into the background, enjoying his golden years as well. Between the tribal magic, and the miraculous power of her bracelet, Nathifa soon put Laresa out of work, providing mystical assistance to the tribe. Laresa tried to be happy, to enjoy her time here amongst the people who were her friends and neighbors, but that very closeness proved to be a source of pain. She could never truly be one of the People — as Nathifa now was — because of her limitations as a genie. Much of the time, Laresa was able to enjoy her simple life, but the pain remained, lurking deep in her heart. The most difficult thing was seeing Nathifa swell with child. She was happy for Nathifa, of course, but Laresa's soul wept, knowing she could not know the joy of motherhood. As Nathifa's time approached, the pain within Laresa grew. Each day, it became more difficult to maintain her outward appearance, to hide the building sorrow eating away at her. Nathifa's water broke, and Laresa quickly sent Hawk out of the teepee to boil water, in order to get the nervous father out of the way. The birth was easy, aided by Laresa's magic, and tears filled the Djinn's violet eyes as the babe was delivered into her arms. Of the People "It's a boy," Laresa sobbed, handing the child to Nathifa. "He is so beautiful." Nathifa looked up with a wide smile at Laresa, and it was then that she noticed the pain in the genie's eyes. "Laresa, what is wrong?" "Do not worry about me," Laresa dodged, thankful that Nathifa had released her from the necessity to answer that question. Had she been forced to answer, Laresa would have been bound as Djinn to answer truthfully, and she knew that answer was inappropriate at such a happy moment in Nathifa's life. "I will bring Hawk, so that he may see his son. This is a time for the two of you." "Laresa..." "Please, we will speak later. I will bring Hawk." A small moment of amusement broke through Laresa's melancholy when Hawk stumbled at the entrance to his teepee, hurrying to see his new son. It was the only time Laresa had noticed even the slightest hint of clumsiness in the always well-balanced Brave. The moment passed as Hawk moved inside, and Laresa could hear the cries of the baby. Many in the village were awake, none wanting to miss this joyous occasion, though the hour was late. Laresa walked into her teepee, the one she had once shared with Nathifa, and then used her magic to move somewhere else. The high hilltop offered a magnificent view of the surrounding land. A bear with a bad reputation in the area meant that few, if any, ever came near the hill. Laresa had discovered the spot soon after arriving here, and it was her chosen place to get away, when she felt the need. The stars were bright, and the wind calm. Laresa could hear the sounds of squirrels and other animals moving about, preparing once again for the coming winter, as summer slipped away. Lying down in the grass, she stared up at the stars, trying to relax and calm her mind. The last thing she wanted to do was intrude upon Nathifa's happiness with her pain. "You are troubled." The voice startled Laresa, and she scrambled to her feet, eyes darting about until they fell upon the brave approaching from behind her. She could sense nothing from the man, and that alarmed Laresa greatly. To her genie senses, he did not exist, and yet he was there, stopping a few feet away to look at her in curiosity. Wary and irritated that someone was intruding upon her desired solitude, Laresa asked, "Who are you?" The Brave spread his hands in a sort of encompassing gesture. "I am one who is curious about you." "You are not mortal; I cannot sense your thoughts." Only fear of bringing danger to the tribe stopped Laresa from returning to the village to get away from this odd man. She quickly considered options, thinking that she might go elsewhere, and see if he followed. That could leave the village in danger, however. "True, but you need not concern yourself with the safety of the People, or your own safety. As I said, curiosity drew me to you. You will not find what you seek here, but that knowledge is already with you, is it not?" While Laresa could not read this man's mind, his words revealed that her thoughts, and feelings, were bared to him. She was not fond of the vulnerable feeling that roused within her — at all. "You wish me to leave, then?" "You seek to protect the People. I find this pleasing. I feel your conflict, however." "I don't want to intrude on Nathifa's happiness, but I cannot ignore my own pain," Laresa said softly. "And what you seek cannot be found in this place and time. This is but a step in your journey." "What do I seek, then, and where can it be found?" The Brave smiled. "This, I cannot reveal to you. Even as you are bound, so are we. There must be order — limits — or all descends into chaos. Destiny guides you, Djinn, heed its call." With those words, the man blurred into the form of a coyote, and loped off, vanishing into the night. Laresa was left alone with her troubled thoughts. ()o~~~~***~~~~o() Nathifa hugged the silver-haired Djinn, tears running down her cheeks. "Why didn't you say something, Laresa? Why did you not tell me of your pain?" "I thought I could endure it, lock it away. I did so for centuries, but I find I can no longer forget as I once did. I was happy here, and I do not wish to leave you, but I must seek my own freedom, in order to find true happiness, as you have. I don't believe I can find that here, in this place and time." Sniffling, Nathifa said, "I do not wish for you to go." Laresa stiffened, knowing that she must leave. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Nathifa, however. Nathifa continued, "But I wish for your happiness, and you cannot find that here. I understand that, although I will miss you terribly." "I could take your memories of me, so that they would not trouble you," Laresa offered. Shaking her head, Nathifa said, "No, I wish to remember every moment of our time together. Even if all others must forget, I would remember you, Laresa. The longing is a small price to pay for the memories we share, the lessons I have learned at your side." "I would remember as well, and I wish to know what has come before," Hawk added. "I would like to tell him, Laresa." Laresa nodded. "There should be no secrets between you." Taking Hawk's hand, seeking comfort in his touch, Nathifa took a deep breath. "This is so difficult. I know what I must do, but my heart aches." "Remember me, and I will always be with you, as you will be with me," Laresa said, laying her hand on the joined hands of the couple. Concentrating, Laresa brought her power to bear. "The tribe will not remember me now, so as not to confuse them when I am gone." "Goodbye, Laresa, my friend. May you find freedom and peace." "Goodbye, Nathifa, my friend. May you always know peace and joy, for all your days." Closing her eyes, and taking yet another long, slow breath, Nathifa whispered, "I wish for you to find a new Master, a Master who will treat you with love and respect, and lead you on the path to your freedom." Laresa transformed into misty vapors, returning to her ring. The ring vanished, hurtling across space and time, in accordance with Nathifa's heartfelt wish. ()o~~~~***~~~~o() I hope you've enjoyed this story! Do take a moment to vote, and perhaps send feedback, won't you? Big thanks to Roust for editing, as always, and to Red for letting me borrow Laresa to finish Nathifa's story outside the chain. I may continue filling the gaps between Ch. 15 and 16, because the character "Dark Beast" Severus mentions in his story is forming up nicely in my mind. I may even explore Laresa's enslavement to the Nazis, as I feel the need to show what Laresa dealt with to bring out the bitterness eating at her in Ch. 16