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The Vera Chronicles Page 01

By: Dragonlipz



One afternoon she was with a foraging party following a stream up the mountain. The children of the group were primarily engaged in picking several varieties of fruit from the small groves they passed through. The women and slaves were netting fish and some shelled animal that looked like a four-legged crab. She was teamed with one of the younger men, Urolo, who would stalk and seize a crab, bind its razor claw, and toss it to her to stow in a sack. They waded slowly upstream away from the group as they gathered what would be a meal for the tribe. 

Urolo was quite a good crab-catcher and not really mindful of the slave-tether that Vera wore. More than once she was nearly tugged off her feet as the monkey-man pounced on his prey. He finally turned to her and said "Let's take a break, there are plenty of ustohs for tonight." 

He led her to a beach where he took off his loincloth and untied her tether. As he sat on a large rock he pulled her down to her knees facing him. 

Kneeling, she was eye to eye with him. She towered over the monkey folk who'd rescued her when she crashed the lifepod into the jungle weeks or was it months ago?

He was touching her face now and stroking her ears and neck. She began touching his toes and massaging his feet. With his other hand he was gripping his cock that was hardening and emerging from its sheath. His tail was teasing her, moving over her tits, legs, back and ass.

He'd moved her face to within an inch of his hard-on. It was a smooth, dark brown shaft with a purplish head, and had an earthy, musky smell. She closed her eyes and inhaled its aroma. 

His fingers had worked their way down to her breasts and were teasing her nipples fully erect. She wondered if he'd been watching the older men when they held the near nightly fuckfest near the village. Around a fire the men and some women would use the slaves and some willing villagers for pleasure. As a human slave she was quite a favorite. Three or four of the monkeyfolk a night were not unusual. She enjoyed the attention even if it sort of wore her out. 

"Lick me," he instructed, "stroke my cock". She did as she squeezed his cock really hard. She stroked his balls with her other hand and fingered his asshole. He was starting to breathe harder as she took him deeper into her mouth sucking his cock and tonguing the thick, fleshy head. He grunted, then panted as she worked a finger up his ass, making him harder and bigger than he'd ever been. 

He continued to grunt as his body tensed and he grabbed her head pumping his cock as deep as he could into her mouth. She sucked him harder and jammed another finger as deep as it would go up his ass. 

He shuddered and came, shooting a hot wad down her throat while his body flexed and thrust involuntarily to her stimulus. And again. She sucked him dry using her tongue and fingers to drain his cock. These monkey cocks weren't big but they were thick enough to keep her entertained, that was for sure. She stood then and gazed at the mountain. Its beauty and majesty were breathtaking. 

She studied it as she licked some cum from her hand and then sniffed the fingers that she'd rimmed him with. Each monkey had its own unique smell. She found that quite interesting and arousing.

Urolo was still outstretched and panting on the rock. His eyes were open and unfocused. He wouldn't be ready for another round for a while. She snorted and walked down toward the water, might as well clean up while she had the chance. 

She found some soaproot in the stagnant shallows and uprooted a small plant. She used this to wash her hands, face and hair first. She rinsed under a small waterfall and marveled again at the sheer beauty of the mountain and the jungle surrounding it. 

She climbed a flat rock to dry and noticed something in the jungle across the creek. She jumped into the sand and crossed in the shallows making her way to what she could now see was the curved hull of an aircraft. 

No, it was a spacecraft, her lifepod to be exact. She stared at the wreck – a healthy growth of vines had wrapped it and remembered what she could of the crash. Not much beyond the stark terror she'd felt when awakened by the computer sounding a proximity alarm for the reentry sequence. How long had she been drifting in space after her ship, rather her bosses ship, encountered pirates when reentering normal space from the wormhole connecting this as yet uncharted system with the Galactic Empire? How long had she been in the jungle before the monkey people had found her? How long had she been here? Weeks? Months? Where was she? Was anyone looking for her? Did anyone know that she was missing? Or alive? Which one of the three M-Class planets had the pod landed on? She could remember her name and had some memory of her past but so much was unclear and uncertain. She had more questions than answers.

She walked and climbed around the wreck and saw the open chamber, no door in sight. Something scrambled for cover when she looked inside. 

"Running away, are you, big girl?"

Startled, she whirled to face the speaker, Mossara, who was Urolo's aunt. She had a smirk on her monkey-face and laughed at Vera's reaction. 

"Surprised you, eh?" She laughed again and climbed up the pods ladder to join Vera at the doorway. She wasn't as tall as Urolo and could stand under Vera's ample tits without touching them. The adult males were only a head taller than the females and the adolescent boys. Her tail twitched in amusement.

"I know you weren't running away, I was keeping an eye on that rascal Urolo, he's usually up to no good. But you had a little fun, eh?" She winked and put an arm around Vera's thigh, leaning on the hull of the lifepod as she did so. 

"I'd nearly forgotten about this thing you came in." She then said something that Vera didn't understand. Vera had only been learning their language for a short time. 

At Vera's puzzled expression she smiled and said: "I'll explain it all to you later."

"Now, we need to get back and prepare the meal." She patted Vera's butt and teased Vera's nipple with the tip of her tail. "We'll have some more fun tonight."

The monkey woman thought to herself, "she smells so good we might have have some fun right now."

The Vera Chronicles Page 02



The Rejuvenation of Dravo Asta

Vera knew who Dravo Asta was, the aged monkey warrior was the chief's uncle and had been the defacto chieftain until Tragon, the present chief, was of an age to assume his duties. 

He'd been quite the wily statesman and warrior – warring with the neighboring monkeyfolk tribes, expanding the territory, then negotiating the peace; further expanding the territory of the tribe. No headsman of another tribe had a good thing to say about him except to his face. 

When he finally turned over the masa-hide cloak of the headsman to his brother's son he had tripled the size of the tribe's territory and added some dozens of slaves to the tribe. He'd married off his sons to powerful chieftain's daughters whose lands bordered his tribes and taken his most powerful foes' woman as concubine after he'd slain him in single combat. 

That was all years ago, a generation had been born and raised while Dravo served as advisor to the young headsman, Tragon. He was old now and losing the clarity of eye and sureness afoot that were the mark of the young and able. He'd moved in with his nephew after his woman had died and he seemed to be fading more every day. He shuffled about the village smiling, patting children on the head and sunning himself in the plaza every day till Mossara, the headsman's wife led him back to the lodge. 

Vera wasn't surprised when Mossara had told her to go fetch the old man early one afternoon. 

After lunch Mossara had seized Vera's right hand and maneuvered her into the bed she shared with Tragon. She stroked her own face with Veras' hand, kissing the fingertips, licking the palm, tasting her, using that hand to stroke herself into wetness.......then she flipped around, positioning her muff in Vera's face and her mouth on Vera's muff, her tongue teasing Vera's clit...Vera was already wet and before long Mossara's tongue had her panting and wetter still.....

Later Mossaras voice broke the post-coital silence. " Big-Girl, the old man is in the plaza, lying in the sun."

"Ummmm", Vera answered. 

"Go get him but take him to the hot springs, carry him there, and bathe him. You'll do that while I make the meal?" 

"Yes, mistress, it will be my pleasure."

"Bathe him well, my girl, he stinks in the heat".

"As you wish." Vera kissed her mistress' pussy lips (tasting her musk), rose from the sleeping platform and wrapped a piece of spider-silk around her. 

She strolled to the plaza and found the old monkey dozing beneath a tree. His robe had come loose, exposing his leg, cock, and balls. She knelt next to him and secured his robe. He spoke without opening his eyes "It's a sad day when a woman isn't even curious about a warrior's spear." He smiled. 

"A slave woman should never be curious about a warrior of the bloods' spear, my lord."

"Never?"

"So I am told, my lord".

The old man snorted, the opened his eyes, blinked and regarded her with a dreamy expression. "Then I suppose it must be so. Has my nephews wife, the worthy Mossara sent you for me or did you seek me on your own?" He laughed out loud. 

"Lord Dravo, I'm to take you to the springs for a bath." 

He snorted, "So I stink, eh? Then help me to my feet, it's a long walk for an old man."

She pulled him to his feet quite easily and then turned around and knelt. 

"Climb onto my back, I'll carry you there."

"Such an offer, I'm honored." His eyes twinkled black.

Vera giggled in response and stood after he'd mounted her. He really was light for a monkey and she was a healthy specimen – nearly six imperial units tall and over a hundred-sixty in weight. 

He leaned forward, buried his face in her hair, and inhaled deeply. "Girl, you smell good."

"Thank you, my lord."

He leaned forward and cupped her breasts, squeezing the nipples between his fingers. She shuddered and inhaled sharply.

"To the springs." 

"Yes, my lord."

The path to the hot springs wound up the mountain and the view was magnificent. Each bend revealed breathtaking beauty. It was not lost on the old man. "Ah, what sights I would have witnessed had I been a unit taller." 

Vera laughed. 

He caressed her shoulders, licked some sweat from her neck, wrapped his legs tighter around her waist, and softly moaned. His tail circled her left thigh and stroked the soft flesh there. 

His monkey smell was strong. She liked the smell and taste of these creatures. As time went by and her memories returned in short segments, none were more arousing than what she was experiencing with these monkey folk. She enjoyed their touch and smell. She enjoyed fucking and sucking them even more. The beautiful mountain and jungle were a perfect backdrop for her sexual fantasies. 

Being used by these monkeyfolk was arousing in the extreme. 

Getting aroused now was a waste of time since the old man, while funny and interesting, was, after all, dying. Mossara had told her that he'd not had a hard-on in at least five years. Vera wondered how she knew about that. 

"Whoa, girl! You've passed the springs, where are you taking me? To the lava pit? Is it my time?"

"No my lord, I'm taking you to the warmer springs up past these rocks. Mossara says those are where you prefer to bathe."

"She's right, but if I ride you any longer I'll be able to boil water like a hot rock."

She laughed. "My lord Dravo does jest." She stopped and let him down. 

He opened his robe revealing a thick, purple-headed cock and asked, "Does this look like a jest?" 

The blind eye of his hardon held her spellbound and she whispered, "No, my lord Dravo, that is no jest.'"

He lifted her chin with his tail till he looked her in the eye. 

"Vera, slave-girl, do you know that it has been years since a woman has had this effect on me?" The tail curled around her neck and pulled her closer to the thick glistening head.

"No, my lord".

"Indeed.'

Indeed, she was as aroused as he was, more probably. Her cunt was wet and tingled with anticipation while it seemed that waves of heat were radiating from it throughout her body. He stared into her eyes with a slight smirk on his monkey face. She was nearly panting and her mind was filled with half formed images of previous sex and arousal. She couldn't think, this was not the time for rational thought. She needed to touch him and be touched in return. 

His tail began tracing a path around her forehead, down her cheek, following the throbbing blood vessels on her neck to slide between her breasts, across her stomach to the dark blond thatch above her sex. It touched the pussy lips briefly and then he brought it up to his face. The tip was glistening with her juices and he sniffed at it, never breaking eye contact with her. He tasted it and broke into a smile. 

"That is the tangiest pussy I've ever tasted or smelled. Girl, your pussy is a true treasure, no wonder my nephew has taken you for a fuckslave. Look what the smell of it has done to my spear!"

His cock was rockhard and thick, he blinked as he stroked it inches from her face. The head was pinkish/purple and a drop of fluid formed at the hole. His eyes rolled up and he stumbled, grabbing her with his free hand. 

He cried out: "Oh! What's this? I'm dizzy from all this heat, all this excitement!" 

She moved quickly as she could from the spell that imminent sex had put on her and eased him onto the bank next to her. 

"Thank you, girl, thank you. I'm getting too old for this sort of thing, much too old." 

He kissed her and said "Perhaps you should get me back to the lodge, put me to bed." 

She wrapped her hand around his cock saying, "It would be a shame to waste this my lord. I can do the work for you." She closed her eyes, straddled him and slid his thick tool into her wet, hot pussy gently easing down its length till she had him fully inside her. He gasped and shuddered with pleasure as she began to slowly pump and stroke his cock with her cunt. 

He hissed with pleasure as his cock became harder still, as she gripped him tighter with each slow, sensual thrust.

He began sucking her tit, working the other nipple as he did so. She moaned as he ravished her breasts, working him harder with each thrust. He threw his head back and started grunting and panting in time with her strokes.....

He cried out "Ayala!!!" when he came a few moments later. His orgasm sparked hers and she writhed out of control on his cock for longer than he could bear. 

"UH, UH, UH, UH, GIRL! GIRL! I'M DONE! DONE! UH! UH!" And then passed out. 

She lay there for a while, catching her breath, hoping that she could fuck him again, that was GREAT. She didn't care how old he was. It was good. 

She waded into the pool, rinsing herself off. A bird squawked high in the forest. 

She picked his limp body up and eased it into the warm spring. She washed him then, using soaproot from the shallows and soakleaves from the shore. 

She thought about how generous this land below the mountain was and how lucky these monkeyfolk were to live here. Life was good here, food was plentiful, and they lived in comfort. 

She helped him into his robe and put her silk-wrap on. She let him mount her and she carried him down the mountain to the lodge of her master. She let him down and Mossara hailed him as he entered the main room: "Honored one, we were growing worried for you, was your bathing satisfactory?"

"Yes, daughter, it was satisfactory and more." He winked at her and Tragon, sat at his appointed place as Elder of the Lodge, Vera by his side. He nodded his thanks at Bala, the house slave, as she placed a plate of food in front of him. He bit into a drumstick and announced:

"Tonight the girl Vera shall sleep in my quarters."

Mossara and Tragon stared at him, then at each other.

Dravo tucked into the onions and tubers with an appetite they'd never seen. He smiled and winked again. 

Vera was waiting for him when he came to bed. He kissed her long and hard while his hands, feet and tail explored her curves. She rubbed his skinny, furry back, shanks and butt. He gently stroked her pussy lips till she began to moan and pant. His tail stroked her asshole while he tongued her clit. She moaned, grunted and called out his name when she came. Later she asked:

"Lord Dravo".

"Mmmmm?"

"Please use me again tonight."

He chuckled and gathered her into his arms. "I will, girl, I most certainly will do that." 

They fell asleep in each other's arms. 

Just before daylight she felt him leave the bed. She rolled over a few minutes later and he was standing there beside her stroking himself while sniffing and licking the fingers he'd used on her earlier. His cock was growing thick as he tasted his fingers. She felt that special weakness tug at her as she watched him get fully hard. She took her right nipple between a thumb and forefinger as she stroked her muff. He stroked her ass, worked a finger into her asshole. She closed her eyes and began to moan when his cock, now thick and purple, touched her lips. 

The taste was thrilling, intoxicating. She licked it, kissed it, and took it completely into her mouth sucking as hard as she could. She wanted to taste his jizm, drain him into her mouth. He groaned with pleasure as she worked him harder and harder. She was hot and writhing in orgasm when he shot a hot load into her mouth. 

She was still panting when he began to lick her inner thighs up to her muff and tease her clit with his monkeytongue.... She came and came on his face. He shot load after load down her throat. 

They woke in time for the evening meal. As they ate Tragon and Mossara watched them without saying much. After eating he took her hand and led her back to the bedroom.

And so it went for the next few weeks: Lord Dravo cavorting with Vera the slave-girl, fucking and sucking her with shameless abandon in a culture that was itself shameless. Not that an old warrior rediscovering his lusty youth was unusual, not at all, many old men in this society engaged in excessive relations before they made that last lonely trip up the mountain. No, Dravo Asta was not unique, but he was blessed. 

Blessed that he could cavort, indeed, fuck and suck for weeks at time instead of the few days that old men normally could indulge before age took its inevitable toll. Blessed that he was strutting about the village, Vera in tow, patting the children's heads, a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his lips......



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Tragon Asta and Mossara lay together in the moonlight not far from where Dravo and Vera had their most recent noisy athletic encounter. Their cries had punctured the relative peace of the jungle night as they had licked, sucked, poked, stroked, and urged each other to mutual orgasm. They lay together quietly panting by the stream. They would rise in a couple of hours, swim and couple with less volume but no less intensity. 

Mossara nuzzled Tragon and spoke: "Your Uncle, Lord Dravo Asta, began training the young boys today." 

"So?"

"So, he began with the breathing and stretching exercises, gave them a lesson in spear fighting and finished by running them up the path to the mountain and back."

"Really."

"Then he took the slave up to the hot springs and fucked her until the evening meal."

"How do you know they fucked at the hot springs?"

"I could hear them, you probably could, too."

"Well, I was very busy helping repair the dam."

"So you heard her shouting his name."

"Yes, I did."

"Did you hear me whispering his name this morning?"

Tragon sat up, wide-eyed in the moonlight. "!!!!!"

Mossara smiled and stretched as she reached up to touch his arm. "Oh yes, husband of mine, that old man has been giving me a workout this past week while the slaves tend the chores. You can't be jealous, now, can you my love?"

She kissed the back of his hand as her tail wound around his upper arm and neck. "He is.... entitled, after all."

"No, it isn't that, not at all. It's just that he's ....."

"Acting like a man half his age?"

"And half again of that! He's as horny as a teenager with the wisdom of an elder. I'm jealous of that, to be sure!"

"You have nothing to worry about from Dravo, my love, he wants nothing more than for you to have a good life."

"I know, my love, but still: Why? How is this possible? He was dying. I shed tears in the night for him. I thought about the man he was, the man I honored, the man I hoped to become. Now he's wearing out the young boys on the practice field and my woman in my own bed!"

She placed his tail between her legs and gripped his shaft, stroking the head with her thumb. "I wish I knew the answer, but I do know that you can get some of this right now, if you're man enough." 

He was and did. 

Later that night they listened to Dravo and Vera spash each other in the shallows. Mossara stroked his chest as he dozed. "Tra?"

"Um." 

"Caralassa and I have a theory about Uncle Dravo, actually it's about Vera."

"Vera?"

"She says that Vera is very different from others of her kind that we know about."

He grunted and rolled over to face her, a smile on his face: "My sister in marriage has an amazing grasp of the obvious." 

"It's true!"

"So?"

"My sister is a very intelligent woman." 

"Did I not say that?"

"You did not."

"Your sister is a very intelligent woman. OWWW!"

"Do not mock my sister, man of mine, next time I'll tear it off, not just pinch it!"

"Your wish, my love, is my command."

"Caralassa says that there is more to the slave woman than we know, more than we can ever know."

"What are you talking about?"

"She came down from the sky in a seed! And when that seed bore fruit, it was her!' Mossara was sitting up facing him with her eyes blazing. 'She came forth from that seed-we'd-never-seen-before! She cannot remember her life before this! She could be anything, a warrior, a queen, a sorceress, a..... "

"A medicine-woman?" Tragon smirked.

Mossara, wide-eyed, slowly drew a breath without breaking eye contact with Tragon and whispered: "You could only be so lucky". Her gaze did not waver. He looked down, knowing she'd made her point and more. Someone, Dravo? was making obscene sounds near the water. She snorted and rolled over to sleep.

Tragon lay back, listening to his uncle and the slave woman fucking in the sand, the croaking of mating amphibians, the crackle of the bonfire and sought to make sense of it all. 

The slave girl began to cry out: "Dravo! Yes! Dravo! You! UH! UH! UH! UH! NNNNNNNNNNN!!!" She grunted something in a tongue that he didn't understand and then all was silent except for the sounds of the night.

His uncle's laughter woke him just before dawn. Dravo and the woman were swimming again. 

The old man was surely having a time with the slave, yes he was.



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Caralassa arrived at the wreck of the lifepod, picked a sweetfruit, sat down on a rock on the edge of the scene and contemplated the situation while she chewed on the tasty, pink rind. She thought about what she knew to be true. This seed-from-some-huge-unknown-tree had fallen into this grove and caused all sorts of havoc. When the first members of the tribe had come upon the scene several trees were burning, the seed was hissing and glowing with the lights of stars.

The strange woman was found nearby; dazed and incoherent. 

She was taken to Mossara's lodge for treatment. Caralassa and Mossara, sisters and medicine-women, nursed the large, smooth-skinned woman back to health. 

Shortly after they placed her in bed Caralassa began to treat the woman's wounds. She watched in wonder when the scratches scabbed over and healed while she could only stare in amazement. It was then that she knew the big, hairless woman was more than she seemed. She was something beyond the known, beyond anyone's experience. 

Mossara entered the scene opposite her. She waved her over. Caralassa slid down the rock and embraced her sister. 

"Girl, we need to talk about that woman!"

Mossara snorted in jest, "Everyone IS talking about that woman! Let's find out what is going on with her!"

"Well, do you have anything new?"

Mossara shook her head and made a disappointed face: "No, I shredded the leaf in her pee this morning and she's not pregnant."

Caralassa stared at her and said: "She is not compatible with us or she is infertile. She and Dravo have been fucking at least twice daily for the past month and a half. Vera has periods, she IS fertile, this is something that we both know for sure!"

"Lips can lie but the leaf cannot" (Mossara refers to the dried Broma leaves that, when crumbled into a womans urine, can indicate pregnancy and fertility -- via a color change to bright blue. When a man's urine is added to the mix paternity can be established by the color change to bright yellow or lack thereof......These monkeyfolk were primitive but very savvy concerning the pharmaceutical properties of the local flora.)

"What about Dravo? Is his seed potent?" 

"Yes." Mossara said.

"At his age?! It's not normal!"

"I don't think that normal applies here, especially after the seed came down from the sky." Caralassa said.

"You're right, of course, more right than I'd want to be....."

"Mossara, right and wrong are not part of this discussion! We are dealing with someone who is not one of us and not like anything or anyone that we've ever encountered!"

"I won't argue with you, sister, but I wonder just how extraordinary she is?"

Caralassa didn't answer her, but climbed up the side of the lifepod and slapped its side.

"Forget her, how extraordinary is this seed that she came in? Where did it come from? Who is she? There is so much we don't know about her."

"Well she sure is a good fuck." Mossara said.

"Which all the men in the village will agree."

"And most of the women!" Caralassa retorted.

They both laughed.

"What about Dravo?" Mossara's tone was serious. "He is stronger, more vital every day! It's like he's shed thirty years!" 

Caralassa guffawed: "More like fifty!!"

"Well, why is that? Do you think that it's something other than his last hurrah? It's not natural!"

Caralassa turned serious: "Why, the old rascal was stroking my rump last night, right after he'd taken Vera! He was still half hard and ready to fuck! She has that effect on everyone."

Mossara smiled, saying:

"Perhaps we can help her remember her life before she arrived. If we can help her then her tribe may be generous if she's returned."

Caralassa nodded, "Maybe, but they may not appreciate her being enslaved and used as fuck-toy."

"Probably not, but what should they expect?"

"She's not exactly the spoils of war," Caralassas' eyes grew wide and she ran her hands across the hull of the lifepod, "What if this thing is not a seed? What if her people built it? Like a lodge?"

"A lodge that flies?"

Caralassa turned and looked down at Mossara who was also examining the hull.

Mossara met her sister's gaze and they cried out together: "Or a boat!!!" 

"Yes! Lassa, I think you're onto something, it makes so much sense. This is a boat, a lodge boat like the lake tribes live in! But what is it doing here?" Mossara ran her hands over the spacecraft.

Caralassa also continued to inspect the strange smooth outer surface of the lifepod. It was like nothing grown or built that she'd ever seen or heard of, for that matter. It seemed that there were more questions about the slave woman than answers.

If her people could build a boat-that-flies how would they feel about using one of theirs as spoils-of-war? 

A few days later Tragon approached Dravo about traveling west to visit the lake folk. Dravo would accompany Mossara and Tragons' oldest daughter, Salema, and deliver her for a year long stay with those lake folk. This practice was part of Tragon's legacy. He'd started it as a mutual exchange of hostages with tribes that he'd defeated as a way of fostering peaceful relationships with them. His oldest son, Valago, had been the first person in the tribe to be a 'guest' of an other tribe. Valago was now a minor chief downriver, married to the headman's daughter. 

When Dravo returned he would bring the daughter of the lake tribes' headwoman to stay with Tragon and Mossara for a year. This practice helped ensure peaceful and civil relationships with neighboring tribes. 

Dravo agreed to the mission and asked "Perhaps you'd like me to stay and woo Estella, she needs a man now that Proko has taken the final path."

"Are my motives that transparent, old man?"

"Sadly, yes, they are." Dravo smiled.

"Estella is a healthy and as you well know, lusty woman. She could also use some help dealing with those raiders who seem to show up every year about this time."

They were at the edge of the village where the path divided to go either up the mountain or down the creek. 

Dravo smirked "So it's even worse than I feared, you not only want to get rid of me but you'd see me slain by the lake raiders while aiding your ally, Estella. Ah, nephew, I've taught you well!"

He laughed loud and hard. 

Tragon stammered, "Dravo, uncle, nothing could be further from the truth! I..."

"I know, I know, but what do you think some are saying about you sending an old, senile wretch as myself on such a journey?"

"To be honest, I really don't care what they are saying, they'll say it whether I worry about it or not."

Dravo chuckled. "That's the spirit!'

The younger man turned down the path to the river. "I saw you training with the men the other day. Quite impressive, do you think that you can whip Estella's men into shape?"

"Who's to say that they aren't? Proko was a fine warrior."

"None better than you, uncle, no one. You were never defeated."

"I was lucky."

"Hah!"

"Besides, nephew, I said that I'd go. You don't have to stroke my fur."

"The Goddess knows who's been stroking your fur and so does everyone else." It was Tragons turn to smirk.

"Oh yes, I suppose that I'll leave her here. She might get in the way if I'm to entertain Estella." 

"She certainly hasn't gotten in your way so far!" He grinned at Dravo, "Or slowed you down!" He winked, "I'm sure Estella would enjoy you both!"

Dravo chuckled with him. "She's so strange, though."

Trago selected a stone and skipped it across the water. "You've said it yourself, she's not bizarre, she's exotic."

Dravo tossed a rock into a rootwad and watched a large fish swim from cover.

"That she is, nephew, that she is."



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Meanwhile downriver Urolo Caralassa watched Vera's backside as she washed clothes and spread them on flat rocks to dry. He whispered to his friend, Balawa Sessale:

"She sucked and fingered me silly one afternoon not so long ago."

Balawa whispered a reply: "She's been fucking your great uncle silly for the past month. I watched them just the other day. She's so wild and nasty. Do you think she'll fuck us both at the same time?"

Urolo had reached under his loincloth and was stroking himself. "She's a slave, she really doesn't have a choice....I've seen her do three or four men and women at a time around the bonfire.....Come on, she's nearly done."

He stepped out into the water and called to her: "Vera! Hello!" Balawa smiled and waved. "Come here, girl, come over here."

She waded over to the beach with the empty basket. She wore a leather halter and a skin wrapped around her thighs. Her curves were generous and firm. Her long dark blond hair shone in the sunlight. She set the basket down and asked Urolo, "Is it time for a break?" And smirked. 

He was still stoking himself, his nostrils were flared and his tail twitching in anticipation. Balawa's eyes were wide and round, he held his tail in his right hand, the end writhing like worm.

Urolo took her hand and led her over to a mat lying in the shade. "See, you can rest here."

"Why thank you, Urolo, you are kind." She undid the knot between her breasts, removed the halter and revealed her firm, round breasts, much larger than any monkey womans' tits. Her aureoles were a dark brown, well defined and contrasted with her fair skin. The nipples were swollen and nearly an inch long. She was altogether alien and foreign to these folk. 

There were humans on this continent but they occupied the lands beyond the Blue Mountains, near the Southern Sea. Contact with humans was rare; indeed, Vera was the first one that most of the tribe had ever seen.

"Balawa, would you help me with this please?" Vera handed the halter to him. He dropped it beside him, never taking his eyes from her body. She unwrapped the skirt, handed it to Urolo, stretched her luscious self out on the mat, closing her eyes. 

She undulated slowly and sensuously as they watched, captivated. Balawa's cock was already as hard as Urolos. She sat up and took a cock in each hand, stroking them slowly. Urolo closed his eyes and leaned his head back, a groan starting deep in his chest. Balawa was already sweating and panting. Vera pulled their cocks close to her face, inhaling their fragrance. She kissed Balawa's cock, licked it gently while rubbing Urolos on her face. The monkeymen's tails were as busy as their hands stroking and touching her all over. Each monkeyman had a breast in hand stroking and kneading her nipples. 

"Ummmmmmmmmm" she said, "delicious...." She was getting very aroused. Soon she'd need to have some action on her clit. 

She switched cocks licking Urolos' as she rubbed Balawas' on her face. She enjoyed the taste of the sweat and precum. This was going to be good. 

Her efforts soon had them moaning and panting. She said to them "I want you both to cum in my mouth, and fuck me with your tails."

Balawa used his to stroke her cunt a few times then found the slit and entered her. She gasped and squeezed their cocks even harder. Urolo had been stroking her butt with his tail so he began teasing her asshole with it. 

"Yes', she panted, "that's the way."

He slid his tail up her ass and began matching the strokes Balawa was using on her cunt.

"Ahhhhh, that's sooooo goood," she moaned. She put Balawas cock into her mouth along with Urolos and began fucking them with her mouth, stroking them slowly and sucking them with an amazing intensity. She'd been stroking each one's balls but now was fingering their assholes. They were panting and grunting as her mouth and fingers urged them into a wild mindless orgasm..... 

Balawa cried out as he came again and again. She poked her finger deep up his ass, then did the same to Urolo who began grunting and cumming. 

She continued to suck them till there was no more cum in or on their cocks. Balawa collapsed beside her on the mat. His eyes were crossed and glassy. Urolo knelt and kissed her forehead, eyes, and nose. 

He wiped some cum from her cheek and she sucked it from his finger as she also removed the tails from her ass and cunt. He lay back on the mat and said: "That was wonderful, Vera. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Balawa stirred, "I love you slave girl, I really do." 

She leaned over him and kissed him using her tongue in that unique way she had. He didn't even mind the taste of cum in her mouth. 

"How can you love me if all you've had is my mouth?" She asked.

She looked down at both of them and laughed. "There is more, much more to me that you fellows need to discover. You've got me hot and wet and I need some good fucking from those thick, hard monkey dicks."

They didn't understand the Galactic standard she'd used for the word 'monkey' but they got the idea very quickly. Balawa started rubbing his cock and balls.

Urolo said "I don't know how I'm going to get hard after that."

Vera reached for him and smiled, "I'm sure that I can think of something or some way to get you hard." He was still half hard from her mouthfuck. She coaxed him to his feet and Balawa as well. 

She stroked both of them leaning over and licking the thick purple heads of their cocks as she firmly but gently urged them to a full erection. She leaned under Urolo's cock and sucked on his balls. After sucking them clean, she did the same for Balawa's balls. She pulled the hard cocks within an inch of her mouth. She had one in each hand as she began to rub the slick, purple heads together. Balawa gasped and Urolo tried to pull away but she kept them together. She licked them both as she rubbed the heads with more vigor and rhythm. Urolo stroked his own nipples and Balawa began a ragged pant.

She stopped and got down on all fours to present herself to them. Her ass and cunt were exposed and vulnerable. Urolo used his tool to rub her asshole, Balawa worked on her cunt. They were facing each other over her upthrust ass and their thick cocks slid easily into her holes. 

"Uhhhhh, that's good," she moaned, "fuck me, studs, fuck me hard!" 

And they did, pumping her with cocks so hard and swollen that they seemed to belong to someone else.

They pumped her harder and faster till she cried out in orgasm:

"Uh!, Uh!, Uh!, Uh!, Uh!, Uh!, Uh!, Uh!, Uh!, UUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!"

They shot their wads at the same time into her hot, throbbing cunt and ass. She was involuntarily spasming during the orgasms that lasted much too long. They shot load after hot load of cum into her grunting and groaning the while. After minutes of this they collapsed on top of her, panting and shuddering in post-orgasmic ecstacy........

In the jungle across the river from athletic display Tragon Asta turned to his uncle and closest advisor, Dravo Asta and said, "Perhaps you ought to take those two along with you to entertain her while you make yourself available to Estella."

The old monkey shrugged and snorted, "Why not? Two more cocks for her to drain."



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The next morning Dravo visited Bassalla, the leather worker. After the greetings and some pleasantries Dravo got to the point:

"I want you to make something for Vera, my slave." 

Bassalla chuckled "I'll be glad to make something for the big woman, but will you promise me that you'll leave it on her long enough for her to appreciate it! From what I've seen, you usually have her naked and fucking."

Dravo smiled "True, that furless bitch has a hot one and I've yet to get enough of it. But listen to me: What I want made is not a piece of clothing, no, I want you to make a sling or a harness for her to wear around her shoulders."

"Really, my lord? A harness, you say?" Bassalla was puzzled. "For carrying a load?" 

"A load, yes, a heavy harness for a heavy load." Dravo was examining some thick, oiled leather hides in the corner of Bassalla's workroom.

"What sort of load, my lord?"

Dravo had selected a hide of the large flightless soobu birds that lived in the foothills and plains below the mountain.

"Me."

The idea had come to him during the previous week as he lay quietly watching Vera sleep. The first rays of dawn revealed the tall naked woman in his bed. As he admired her firm curves an idea came to him that had been forming since the day he'd ridden her up the mountain. Why not use a harness, much like the saddles that the lowlanders used on their beasts, to ride her? Properly mounted, he could be over a head taller than she and what better vantage to direct troops or observe a battle?

It wasn't, he admitted to himself, an original idea. He'd fought the lowlanders to a standstill, defeated them as a matter of fact, but he'd been very appreciative of the advantages that a mounted calvary brought to the battlefield. Winning those battles had been a near thing and only his well-disciplined troops had saved his skin. 

So it seemed a natural thing for him to mount and ride the tall, strong woman. A well designed strap would give him an advantage that few could match. 

He smiled as he stroked her leg, thinking: "Ride her as she pumps these tawny legs as fast as she can go." 

Later that afternoon Dravo showed up again at Bassalla's workroom, Vera in tow.

They were quite a pair: the slender, muscular monkeylord and the beautiful blonde woman. Dravo with the grey crest of age that began at his eyebrows and ended in the small of his back and Vera who was at least two imperial units taller than her master.

Bassalla measured Dravo first; he used the measuring cord to record Dravo's height, waist, butt and the length of his legs. When he was finished, Dravo spoke to the woman:

"Bassalla will measure you for the riding harness. I have some business with my nephew and then I will return tomorrow for the final fitting. When you are finished, return to my nephew's lodge to help Mossara with the evening meal."

"As you wish my lord."

Bassalla began by having her remove her halter as he pulled a stool up behind her to aid in the measurement. He'd made burden-harnesses before but this was quite a bit different than anything he'd ever attempted. He found himself wishing that Dravo was here to give him some advice on this device that he was constructing. On the other hand, the woman was very compliant and beautiful in her near nakedness. It wasn't long before he was touching her constantly as he measured and cut the leather harness from the soobu hide. 

As he fitted the strap under her left breast he could see the nipple pucker and stiffen, swelling nearly twice it's length and width. He was suddenly very aware of the heat in his confined workspace and odor of this alien, female creature.

Her smell was pungent and intoxicating. His head swam with her heat and smell. He stepped away and took a deep breath. 

When he looked up at her the slave met his gaze with a desire that nearly frightened him. 

Her eyes sparkled and fixed on his crotch. 

"You are ready." The slave stated the obvious; his cock was poking out of his loincloth, hard and straight. She removed the straps from her shoulders and set them on the table. Facing him, she cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.

"Do you want me?" 

Bassalla's mouth was too dry to speak, his throat too tight to breath, his cock too hard to touch...... 

She smiled and took a step toward him, pulling her skirt off, draping it over his head. The leather was clammy from her butt and thighs, it tasted of her. 

"Do you enjoy my smell?" 

He tried to reply: "Unggngh, ahgghnah!" He was dizzier than before, unable to think or move. 

"Thank you." She removed the skirt and pushed him onto a pile of hides, the animal smell mixed with hers and further clouded his mind...

She followed him down to the bed of skins and planted her muff on his mouth. The taste of her was amazing, his cock swelled and throbbed painfully as his tongue probed lips of her cunt. She inhaled sharply as he began to eagerly lick and kiss her clit...He stroked his cock as he paid homage to her fragrant, pink cunt. Her grip was strong and he could barely breath past her hot wet lips. She began to moan and rock her hips on his face, tightening her grip as she did so. His hands and tail caressed her ass and tits while his tongue worked overtime on her hot clit. He was mesmerized and helpless. She facefucked him for a long, long time, with what seemed a dozen orgasms. 

When he came around some time later she was lying next to him, licking his cum from her fingers. She passed him a water bladder.

"Thirsty?"

He croaked. "Yes, thank you." 

He forced his eyes to focus and took a drink from the sack.

She rolled over on top of him. "Thank you for the fuck. I love to be fucked by a monkey tongue."

She kissed him deeply and he could taste his own salty cum. 

She stood and said: "It's getting late and I should to get back to the lodge. I'll see you early tomorrow to finish this (untranslatable) for my lord Dravo."

He watched as she retrieved her skirt and halter. She smiled at him as she left the room, wrapping the skirt around her.



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The journey to the lake folk was uneventful which suited Dravo Asta just fine. The young men had voiced their thoughts early on to Dravo and he’d told them that there would be plenty of excitement and they’d best be ready for it when it happened.

“What kind of excitement, uncle?” Morolo had asked.

“If we knew then it wouldn’t be excitement, now would it?” He stopped walking. Balawa, Urolo and Wago also stopped and faced the older, muscular warrior. Wago was a hostage taken from a tribe living on the far northern shores of the Great Green Lake. They were peaceful for the most part but Dravo and later on Tragon had asserted their influence over them to ensure that they’d remain peaceful. 

Dravos’ gaze was steady as he looked at each one in turn. 

“Listen to me. When the time comes for action, follow the instructions that either myself or another warrior give you. Those aren’t toys that you’re bearing.”

He was referring to the short spears and knives issued to them just before departing the village. “And why are the tips limp?” His eyes sparkled as he barked the command. “Get them up! A limp spear is no good to any warrior!” 

The three spear heads snapped to attention from the dirt and they fell in behind Dravo as he jogged to catch up to the rest of the group. 

The journey to the Lake folks’ village followed the river and circled the lake to the far side where the river reformed to flow sedately to the sea. The village of the lake folk was on the southern hills fronting both the lake and the river. When the group was in sight of the lake but still in the steep foothills Dravo called a halt. 

“We’ll camp here. There’s some high ground and good vantage.” The other warriors nodded. “Paja, take three men and scout the perimeter.” 

He nodded to Caralassa who began preparations for the evening. She brought Vera with her as she joined the older man on the high ground. 

“You are worried about the hill raiders?” she asked. 

“Not at all. They’ll make their presence known, be sure of that,” he snorted, “they may not show themselves, but they will be around.” 

A pair of warriors approached the three from a copse of trees. Asawa the Lean and Roga Melahanna had been scouting for the group. They carried no spears but had crossbows slung on their backs and knives on their belts. They each wore only a loincloth. Roga said “They’re out there, no doubt. We couldn’t get close to them but I think there were about five, six at the most.”

Dravo turned to Asawa, “You agree?” 

Asawa, a hostage from Dravos’ last war in the east nodded. “Yeah, no women’s tracks which would mean that they’re on a hunting party, so they’re up to no good.” Asawa the Lean was now a warrior of the Blood, a full member of the tribe.

Dravo replied “They’re never up to any good as far as I’m concerned.”

Both men chuckled at Dravos’ assessment. 

Dravo said to Vera. “These two are going to wash, eat and rest. See to their needs.” He winked.

Vera bowed slightly, “Yes my lord.”

Asawa led the way down river from the beach where Caralassa was supervising the meal preparation. When they reached a secluded spot the men relieved themselves of the weapons and loincloths. They both waded into the swift current splashing themselves and washing with soaproot that Vera’d provided. As they scrubbed with the fragrant root Vera gathered some spongeleaves. 

She helped them dry off and they took off her halter and wrapskirt. 

Asawa cupped her breasts in his hands hefting and stroking their firm curves. His tail was curled around her right leg, the tip stroking her back thigh.

Roga was caressing her thighs and butt. She gasped as his tail slid along her clit. She gripped Asawas’ head as he began to suck her tit. Roga took the other and gently bit her nipple. She was fingering his asshole. Roga’s cock was already thick and a drop of moisture glistened at the tip. Both monkey men were sucking and licking her nipples. She groaned with pleasure and strained at their touch. 

She knelt and took both cocks in her hands. She rubbed the heads together as she kissed and licked them. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of both cocks at the same time. She became aware of another person joining them, a woman caressing Roga. It was Caralassa licking and nibbling at Roga’s nipples. Her tail wrapped itself around around Roga’s and removed it from Vera’s cunt. She kissed and licked her way down Roga’s body to Vera. Her tongue teased Vera’s cunt. Vera increased the intensity of the licking and sucking of the hard cocks. Caralassa was now wrapped around Vera’s leg humping her big toe which Vera slipped into Caralassa’s hot slit. She tongued and sucked Vera’s clit with a vengeance harder and harder till Vera was ready to come. Just when Vera felt the waves of lust pulling her into mindless abandon, the monkeywoman’s efforts eased and Vera worked and sucked the monkeymen’s cocks till they spurted loads into her mouth, onto her face and hair. Before she could savor the taste of the cum Caralassa's tongue took her out to sea. She came and came. 

She woke in the monkeywoman’s arms. The men were gone. The smaller woman was nestled on top of her with her head between Vera’s breasts. Caralassa yawned and stretched. She kissed Vera’s tit and said:

“Let’s get something to eat and some more sleep before morning.”

She kissed Vera’s mouth, sucking on her tongue, rubbing on her clit, massaging her nipples. Vera surrendered when Caralassa’s mouth closed over her nipple.

Vera thought, “Maybe we won’t get something to eat, after all.”

She let the monkeywoman work her body into a tense arch until the pleasure robbed her of freedom and dignity. Caralassa guided the larger woman’s body through orgasm after mindless orgasm.

Urolo woke the women later that night. 

“Dravo said to get back to camp. It’s not safe here.”

Vera wondered as she entered the camp if Dravo wanted to fuck her. The walk had revived her and she was ready if her master wanted to have sex. Caralassa found some food, meat and roots wrapped in leaves, lying in warm coals. She took one and handed another to Vera. Caralassa paused between bites and gestured to Dravo’s tent.

“Listen to him snore! He’s done for the night! I wonder who fucked him to sleep?” She looked around the sleeping camp and laughed softly, “We’ll have to wait till morning to find out. Why don’t you join me?”

“To sleep?” Vera asked.

Caralassa hugged her and nuzzled her neck. “Salema might be asleep. Do you mind just cuddling up and sleeping?”

“No, that would be fine.”

“Good, tomorrow is a long day. Dravo will want to reach to the Great Lake.”

Vera kissed her and finished eating. 

Salema was asleep in Caralassa’s tent when they entered, one by one, to lie together on the other sleeping mat. It wasn’t long before Caralassa placed a hand on Vera’s breast. Her finger traced a slow sensuous circle on the aureole. Vera’s finger found Caralassa’s slit and stroked her. She felt the monkeywoman tense as she touched her clit.

Caralassa licked her ear and whispered: “You smell and taste amazing, I can’t resist. I’m going to lick you all over.”

She licked Vera’s ear again and then licked and kissed down her neck, to her tits, and down the middle of her stomach. Vera had to quit fingering Caralassa when her pussy got out of reach so she stroked the monkeywoman’s face and nipples. Caralassa reached Vera’s bush, inhaled the fragrance deeply, and sensuously licked the lips of her cunt. Her fingers were exploring Vera’s ass. Vera was panting softly. Caralassa’s licks became more rhythmic and she paused occassionally to poke Vera’s clit. Vera gasped and writhed with pleasure. “This monkey sure likes to eat pussy,” she thought. 

The licking continued and the sensation of pleasure spread like waves from her cunt outward. She was truly enjoying this monkeywoman. Caralassa was humping her foot again trying to slip Vera’s big toe into her cunt.

With all pretense at being quiet gone, Vera lost control. She seized Caralassa’s nipples and vigorously stroked them. Caralassa’s ass was writhing as her cunt gripped Vera’s toe tighter. Her tongue was continuing the attack on Vera’s clitoris and a finger was fucking Vera’s ass. Vera grunted, tensed, and bucked to a wild mutual orgasm with Caralassa.



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Shouting and war cries woke them. 

"It's them, the hill folk," Caralassa hissed. "They're attacking, Davama's thugs."

There was more commotion as Vera emerged from the last layers of sleep. She drew a deep breath as she listened to men fighting and dying. 

"Auntie, what's going on?" Salema was frightened, drowsy, and confused.

"Quiet girl! Those bastards mean business!" Caralassa fumbled about for her short sword. "We need to find out what's going on!" 

An arrow sprouted humming out of the tent pole. Vera found her sword and spear. She slipped the sword strap over her shoulder and between her breasts. 

She spoke to Caralassa: "Stay with Salema. I'm going to see if I can help Dravo. I'll be back before long." She slipped under the side of the tent in the direction of the fighting. 

She could see some hand to hand on the far side of camp near the young warriors' tent. The firelight highlighted and silhouetted the clashes. Vera took a few steps in the direction of the fighting when she heard Salema scream. She turned and saw Caralassa dueling with two knife wielding phantoms. Three others were dragging Salema down the path to the river. Caralassa slashed at one who fell and was stabbed by the other. And again. As she fell to the ground the short sword was seized by another shadow that headed for the path.

[COMBAT PROTOCOL INITIATED]

Veras' mind swam in deep unfamiliar waters for the merest sliver of time as the situation clarified and she moved with calm resolve and inhuman speed to spear the nearest monkey trying to dislodge the knife from Caralassas' prone form. The world had stopped while she moved at normal speed. The night had fled, she could see as clear as daylight! The spearhead pierced his chest and she tossed him over her shoulder into the bonfire -- thirty paces away. He landed in a shower of sparks and rolled out of the fire; fur aflame; screaming into the night! Dravo's archers made quick work of the bright target.

She poked Caralassa's other attackers' eye out with the butt end of her spear. The pulverizing sensation of his skull splintering when the round, blunt end connected to the other side was quite satisfying.

She headed for the path and the other monkey raider who'd fought with Caralassa. He spun, swinging the stolen sword in a level arc. Vera slowed ever so slightly, drew her sword and beheaded him with in one deft stroke! She was past his corpse as it fell. The head intersected wetly with a tree trunk a second later. She didn't even break stride. Up ahead she knew Salema was being forced along the dark trail. 

Vera sprinted down the path and listened for the abductors. They were still cuffing the girl and dragged her along as fast as she could move, no pretense at stealth. Vera counted three of them moving on the trail, pulling the monkey-girl. She slowed and allowed yet another inner dynamic to fully suffuse her being.

[SITUATIONAL ANALYSIS INITIATED]

It spread through her blood like fire as it brought her on-line. Her battle reflexes were fully engaged as well as her situational analysis. She was aware, confident and deadly. Strategies and possibilities played in her head as she closed with the hill monkeys. She paused when she got within sight of the river to watch them as they finished crossing. She wished that she'd moved faster to catch them before they forded the river, but that was that. 

They disappeared into the undergrowth. Her enhanced night-vision allowed her to spot them moving along the trail. She sprinted the short distance to the river and leaped the span flipping and landing in slow motion with both legs slightly flexed. 

They'd heard her and one climbed a tree to lay an ambush as the others headed for the rendezvous. In the distance, along another trail, she could hear others heading this way, with as much stealth as haste would allow. She hoped that it was Dravo but knew that it wasn't likely. Dravo would follow but only after he'd secured the site. She acted quickly: scrambling quietly along the path till she was beneath the concealed hill-monkey. He leaped, as she'd known; with his full weight on the spear to maximize the effect. She caught the spear and its owner swinging it in a full arc onto the path! The monkey was stunned and Vera moved in wrapping an arm around his chest from behind, gripping it's mane, and breaking his neck, (his spine snapped with an audible crack that felt really, really! good!). She tossed him deep into the jungle. She didn't care if they could hear her now. She was coming for them. They needed to know. They needed to fear what was coming. She was in full battle mode and a force to be reckoned with. Alive and afire!

She caught up with them a few seconds later as they turned to meet the fury on their tail. There were two raiders left, one had Salema, dragging her along and the other hurled a spear at the swift horror closing in. She caught it, spun it around, hurled it through his chest, and elbowed his dead husk out of the way as she seized the surviving monkey-raider. He kicked at her as she pulled him from his feet. She laughed and tore his right arm from the socket, hurling it into the jungle. His screams of terror and pain were silenced when she swung him headfirst into the trunk of a tree. 

She forced herself to disengage from the violent horror she'd become. The world resolved and she was in real time once again. The girl Salema embraced her hysterically crying and trembling. "Oh Vera, they've killed Caralassa! They killed her and there was nothing I could do! Nothing." 

Vera was out of breath and disoriented! She was also covered with blood, none of her own!

"I know, I know, but girl, we must go now! There are others coming and I need to get you to away from here!"

An arrow thunked into the tree beside her. And another. And then two more! 

"The next one goes into the girl unless you surrender!" 

Vera could only see one course of action that would ensure Salemas' safety. 

She dropped the spear and held her hands high. She turned to face the voice removing her sword strap as she did. She dropped the sword onto the ground and stepped away from the sobbing child. 

"Do what you will to me, but please do not harm this child."

"Lie face down on your stomach and place your hands on your back! Do it now!' 

Vera followed their order and she was soon trussed hand and foot with wet leather strips.

They'd blindfolded her soon afterward. She was a prisoner of the hill raiders.

A long branch was used to lift and carry her for hours through dense brush, once they stumbled into something thorny that poked and stung her. She could hear Salema sobbing quietly a short distance from her. When they reached their destination, her feet were freed. She was helped to her feet and led a short distance. 

"Get on your knees." She did. A pair of hands turned her around.

She was led some distance and left in a small space. They'd bound her legs before they left her. She felt very weary. She hoped the girl-child would not be molested. She fell asleep. 

She awoke a short time later when a monkey wielding a club prodded her awake. 

"You killed my brother and my son," he swatted her lightly. "I'm not going to kill you as I'd like to do," he moved behind her, swatted her lightly again. "rather, I'm going to kill you as you deserve to die, slowly." And hit her again, harder still! Her body was tired but she'd flexed the wet straps after she'd been bound. She could free herself in short order if need be. 

"I'd better not wait for this monkey to beat me half to death before I do," she thought. She flexed her arms and loosened the straps even more. He raised the club. She inhaled, ready to 'initiate combat protocol'. 

'Cease, Havra! You will lay that club down and CEASE! I command you as your queen!" 

He turned to face a beautiful monkey-woman saying, " Whore! My queen is long dead and she has no successor! Long may she....."

He gurgled and slumped to the floor. She'd run him through with a spear! He thrashed and kicked for a few seconds when he exhaled wetly and quit moving. The monkey woman pulled the spear free and licked at the fresh blood. She wiped the blood from the spearhead on her breasts and thighs. She turned to a pair of armed monkeys who accompanied her:

"Toss him into the abyss! Let the bottomless ones feed on his soul!"

The monkey men grabbed his feet and pulled him from the chamber. 

She regarded Vera. After a few minutes, she knelt and ran her hand along the human's thigh, stroking and caressing Vera. 

"My, this is some lovely hairless flesh! It excites me to touch you, to smell your musk!" She fingered Veras' cunt. Vera squirmed. 

She leaned into Veras' ear and husked, "I am Nalla. You will taste my cunt as I will taste yours! As you taste Dravo Asta's cock, as he tastes you!"

She snorted, "We know that you're Dravo's cunt! He fucks you twice a day, more if he gets a chance!" She worked the finger deeper into Veras' pussy. 

"Vera, they call you, yes? Vera, if you want to live, if you want the girl, Salema, to live you'll tell Lord Davama nothing that he wants to know!"

Vera was thoroughly enjoying her clit being stroked. Nalla leaned into her nipple, bit and sucked on it. "Davama needs to know nothing about Dravo Asta! You'll tell him nothing that he asks!

Nallas' fingers had her on the edge of forever when she stopped. Vera let the moment coalesce and asked her "Mistress Nalla, what am I to tell Davama if he asks?"

Nalla cupped Veras' round firm breast in her hands and stroked the nipples. 

"Tell him you want to fuck and suck him! As you do Lord Asta!" 



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The hill folk under the command of Davama Ollaga faded into the darkness after they'd provided sufficient distraction for the abduction of Salema, Tragon and Mossara's daughter. Dravo Asta found himself in an unfamiliar situation: ambushed and savaged. On the wrong end of the spear! He controlled himself and the rising fury that boiled in his breast by measured breathing and intense personal discipline. If he were going to be of any use to his people, himself, Salema, in this situation; he needed to project calm and purpose, no matter what he felt. He had to appear regal, unaffected by the carnage -- Balawa, Caralassa, Malleya, and Solomana. All of them dead, none of them would enjoy life again. Taste the sunshine on their pelt, the rain on their lips! His fault. He should have anticipated that Davama would pull some shenanigans like this: Four of his tribe murdered, six others wounded, two so seriously that they might not live out the night! He sighed in a controlled exhale. No one must sense the pain and futility he was experiencing right now! No one!!! 

He summoned his lieutenants:

"Roga, Urolo, Wago, Asawa! To my side, right now!" 

They gathered in a tight circle around the monkeylord. His gaze met each of theirs in a silent appraisal. 

"Asawa, Urolo, Wago, gather the survivors, wrap the dead in mats and blankets, break camp and rendezvous with Estella's warriors at the edge of the great lake! No discussion! It's a four-hour quick march! Asawa, Wago, once there bring a party of her warriors back to Davama's caves. Follow our track.

Urolo, you'll escort the survivors to Estellas' lakeside retreat, offer my felicitations and apologies with the assurance that I will be joining her forthwith."

"Uncle," Urolo began.

"Wash her feet, fuck her senseless, do a mating dance for her if need be.......I'm counting on you to distract that lusty wench until I return."

"Yes uncle!" Urolo bowed his acceptance and understanding. 

"Good! Roga, last year you scouted this area so I would be honored if you were to accompany me to rescue Salema and the slave or die trying."

"As you wish, my lord."

"Indeed!"

Dravo and Roga armed themselves, each packing a scout's kit and set off toward Davama's redoubt tracking Vera and the hill folk. 

Dravo relived those moments following Caralassa's death: 

Vera had moved to join him battling the hill folk when Caralassa went down and Salema was abducted. Vera'd been rigid for a moment -- immobile -- then she exploded in a savage blur of carnage and destruction! She killed three of them in mere seconds, maybe less, before she disappeared in pursuit of the girl and her abductors.

Dravo knew she was fast and strong, much faster and far, far, stronger than himself. He'd been sparring with her for weeks with sword and staff. She could parry the most cunning thrusts and could have easily taken him out had she been so inclined. It was like sparring with a masa, only much more dangerous! He'd killed masa but wasn't sure that he'd fare as well against his lover. 

The greater moon had risen and the jungle was awash in it's pale light. Tracking could still be a chore. Dawn was a couple of hours away.

Roga was an excellent tracker but as he pointed out: "She won't be hard to track, she's left a trail of bodies!! I hope that Davama's is among them!!!!"

No such good luck was theirs. Vera had moved quickly but without stealth. Her tracks were easy to follow but her stride was unbelievable! She must have been nearly flying! Roga remarked on this more than once before they got to the river. Dravo spotted her tracks on the other side.

'She must have leaped the river and landed on the other side!" Roga shook his head. "Did you know that she could do these things, Lord?"

Now it was Dravo's turn to shake his head, "No, I know that she's very strong and fast, but how could anyone guess that she leap a river? Take strides like a god! Run so fast that she could draw a sword, lop off a man's head and sheath it before she takes two strides! No, Roga, I had no idea that she could do anything like this!"

They forded the river and climbed into the jungle on the other side. Vera's tracks were not as widely spaced as when she was going downhill, but still quite a span between them. Dravo wondered how she could see well enough to run that fast. The lesser moon had already set so night's grip was complete. Yet, the slave had moved through the blackness along the trail as though it were full daylight. More mysteries about that woman -- more every minute! He followed Roga to a spot on the trail where the earth was disturbed.

The younger man examined the area and sniffed at a spot. He stood and nodded. "Shit, and hill raider shit, I'm sure of it! I've smelled enough of it the past few days! She must've knocked a turd out of the bastard when she killed him!" 

"No sign of a body." 

"No, m'Lord." Roga moved up the trail, "Here's her tracks."

Dravo followed thinking about what lay ahead: Vera probably hadn't rescued the girl yet, else she'd be heading back. What if that ugly shit Davama had managed to kill her? What, for that matter, did he want with Salema? Did he think he could use her to negotiate with Tragon or himself? Dravo shrugged to himself, maybe that fucker had been a better pupil than he thought. "We'll see how good he is," Dravo thought, "we will see."

He hoped that both women were alive, Salema in particular. Vera would be hard to kill, though. Especially if she was trying to kill you first. He thought about how fast she'd moved and if he wanted to be riding her when she ran that fast. Even if he were securely in the saddle Bassalla had made for her it would be difficult to hold on, he was sure. 

Roga slowed and gestured for silence. 

Something was in the jungle a short distance from the trail. He heard a low rumble and bones snap. There was a wet chewing sound and Roga made the sign for masa. Dravo peeked into the undergrowth and saw the huge feline tearing into a monkey leg, blood smeared on its muzzle. 

They crept past hoping that the feasting animal wouldn't notice them. The first rays of dawn were backlighting the forest canopy. Up ahead on the path a pair of carrion dogs were watching the masa as it made short work of the dead monkey. The cat had probably frightened them off the kill. They disappeared when they saw Roga moving toward them. 

The monkey men moved faster now to put some distance between them and the carnivore. Likely it would seek some water after its meal but no sense taking chances. That was one big damned masa. It roared between bites. They moved on up the path to another grisly scene: dried blood and tracks were everywhere.

Someone or two had been killed here and someone very large had been trussed up and carried away. Blood, fur, and brains were splattered on a tree next to the path. 

Dravo asked Roga: "How many?"

"More than six, less than twenty."

"So they've captured Vera and the girl?"

"It certainly looks like it, m'Lord Dravo."

They followed the tracks easily, there were quite a few in the party and they were carrying something large and heavy -- he suspected Vera -- to their redoubt. 

At trail crest Roga pointed out the location of the redoubt. It was on the highest point of land in the region and smoke trails confirmed that it was occupied. 

"That smoke is from some natural vents in the cave." Last year when we -- Asawa and myself -- explored this area and found the redoubt, it looked as if the vents had been chipped out to allow more air flow."

"Could one of us climb down into Davama's lair?"

"Probably, if one did not suffocate first."

"There are more than two vents into that cave."

"I think that there is also a shit vent."

"A shit vent will do!"

They would wait till dark to climb into the cave from above. Dravo insisted that they sleep and eat before they did. They'd had little enough the night before.

Dravo fell into a deep sleep and dreamed he was riding Vera once again on the practice field. What a thrill she was moving with such agility and grace underneath him! He'd even tried out the small change that Bassalla had put on the saddle at Dravo's suggestion.

Dravo rode her off the field and up the mountain to a waterfall. 

She knelt to let him dismount but he pushed her forward onto her hands. He quickly removed and repositioned the stirrup strap and slid behind her. 

"Stay in this position, my love." His meat was already hard and he pushed it against the lips of her cunt. Using the stirrups he was able to 'ride' her properly without her having to lie flat on her stomach. He got plenty of leverage that he put to good use as he penetrated her. 

She gasped. He stroked her with sensuality and confidence. Hard, then gently, harder, then more gently he pumped that hot slit. She moaned as the stroking got more intense and he slid another strap into her mouth like a bridle. He was able to pull her head back and pound on her pussy at the same time! She made noises and tried to fuck him back but he was in control, she was being ridden hard!

He guided her into a shuddering orgasm and followed her a few moments later. 

As he woke he shot a hot load onto his leg. He looked around, Roga was still asleep with his own hard-on. 

Dravo wiped his cum off with couple of leaves, then settled back for some more sleep. 



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Roga was missing when Dravo woke. He drank and ate as he scanned the surrounding jungle. He spotted Roga when the younger warrior was nearly at the base of the tree. Damn, the boy was good! He should be, Dravo had trained him! Roga scaled the tree and was soon lying beside Dravo in their bed-nest. 

"Are we well concealed? We are quite high, after all."

"We are fully concealed, Lord Dravo. You've taught me well! I know how to pick a surveillance point! I know how to scout. Asawa and I are the best." He looked pensive. "I hope Asawa is all right. I hope everyone is all right!"

Dravo touched the younger man's face. "They are just fine, no need to worry about them, if you must worry, worry about us and our chances!" Roga was nervous and afraid. Fear and anxiety were natural before action . Dravo wrapped his arms around Roga, drew him close. He kissed the younger man's cheek. Roga closed his eyes and sighed. Dravos' needs and preferences tended toward females but during long campaigns and near-death experiences it was only natural to seek solace with another warm body. He nuzzled Roga and slid his hand under Rogas' loin cloth. Dravo wasn't surprised that the young scout was already hard as a boga-nut! He stroked him slowly and thought of Vera, his hot human slut! Roga moaned and took Dravo into his mouth, sucking him gently. It wasn't long before they were licking jizz from the other's fur.....

They took another short nap, woke, exchanged pleasantries, ate the remaining trail food, and waited for nightfall. As the home volcano smoked steadily in the distance and the sun set behind the haze, they left the nest and made their way to the summit of the redoubt. They were able to find a shit vent and a cook hole without being detected but not by much! Davamas' men were disciplined and methodical, if not intuitive. The climb through the patrolled areas and up to the summit was more challenging than Dravo imagined. That upstart pup had learned more from him than even Dravo cared to admit! 

Regardless, Roga and Dravo were at the entrance of a shit vent when the lesser moon -- Vahamma (the lesser moon) made it's nightly debut. 

"Lord, you should enter the lair here while I use yonder cook vent. We know that there will be someone using the chimney, but not if there is anyone using the shitter! Besides, if there is, they aren't likely to hang around."

Dravo wet a cloth and wrapped it around his nose and mouth. "No, not likely, and I think that I'll survive the smell. Hell, I've climbed up shit holes to attack! This will be easy." His eyes glittered with amusement as he climbed into the vent. Dravo hoped that it would be easy! Whatever, it never hurt to show some bravado. Roga tiptoed over to the cook vent and made his way into the redoubt.

When Nalla finished ravishing Vera she left, instructing the guards to have their way with her, but also to clean her up prior to the evening's festivities! They caressed and stroked her, fucked her ass, mouth, and cunt until they fell asleep beside and on top of her. Vera smiled at their ignorance. If she'd wanted to or had to kill them, she could have done so very easily. They placed too much trust in the leather strips which worked fine on normal folk who did not possess 'initiate combat protocol' nor 'initiate situational awareness' as part of themselves. She could free herself at any time and wreak havoc -- when she chose. She would choose soon. First she had to get some idea of how many of them there were and where Salema was. She was here to rescue her. Dravo would be coming, she was sure. Vera hoped that it would be soon -- with his help and her 'initiate combat protocol' they would take care of this Davama and his followers. 

She slept. Someone woke her, a guard, and he was offering her fruit and some roots. She sat up and he fed her. She drank from a bowl of water held to her lips. Her hands and feet were still bound, they obviously respected what she'd done last night. She felt better and slept some more. When she woke a guard tied some leather strips to her ankles to make a shackle. They helped her to her feet, removed the remains of her loin cloth and halter, and undid the other bindings on her feet. These new straps allowed her to take short steps. Under heavy guard, they escorted her down a short tunnel to a chamber that was used for pissing and shitting. She sat on a smooth rock and relieved herself. When she was finished, a couple of large gourds filled with water were used to wash the excrement down the shit vent. On the other side of the chamber there was a waterfall. She stood under it and three monkeywomen used soaproot to scrub her all over. The water, warmed by a volcanic vent (the whole redoubt had a sulfuric tinge), was nearly hot and quite refreshing. They touched her tentatively with their small hands and one, bolder than the other two, pinched her nipple. It stiffened and swelled. Vera smiled at her as the monkeywoman rolled it in her fingers. The monkeywoman stepped forward and sucked on the other nipple as the others tittered and the guards joked about pulling a groupfuck on her. Vera leaned into the wall and closed her eyes as the woman sucked harder tonguing the nipple. That and the warm water flowing over them was making her very wet. 

One of the other women got between her legs and tasted her pussy lips, flicking at her clit! She moaned. A spear clattered to the floor, then another as a dozen hands joined in squeezing, stroking, kneading and poking her. Lips and tongues worked her over and pulled her down. They were all over her with pricks, tongues, hands and tails! She was being gangfucked by these monkeyfolk! One of the older males was fucking her mouth to the delight of at least one female who urged him to "shoot it down her throat!" Vera was enjoying being ravaged by horny monkeyfolk working her into a sexual frenzy -- after all; it wasn't the first time! Well, it was the first time she'd been bound hand and foot but that only added to the spice! Waves of pleasure took her out to sea and she surrendered to the gangbang! She came and came with cocks in her mouth and a tongue in her cunt that made her quiver and spasm! She bucked a couple of them off as she came and came some more. The two cocks mouthfucking her shot spurt after tasty spurt into Veras' mouth and down her throat! This was amazing! 

They rolled her over onto her stomach and a different male stuck a stiff one in her mouth while another poked his cock up her ass. The warm water splashed them as they enjoyed this dangerous creature! The taste and feel of her had sparked this impromptu orgy in the shower chamber. Several couples and triples had moved off; some watching the action under the waterfall; others were engaged in all manner of sexual congress. A torch guttered and flickered.

Nalla took in the scene from the hall. A smirk played at her lips as she turned to her guards: "When they've finished, have them wash her; again; then bring her to the throne room. Lord Davama wants his turn with the furless one." She winked at them and left to finish the preparations for this evening's entertainment. 

Wedged between two rocks in the ceiling above them Dravo had watched the washing and orgy, taking care not to attract attention as he exited the vent. He'd been descending the shaft when a ripe, tangy, very familiar aroma touched his nostrils. Vera was in the chamber below! Despite his concern at her predicament -- gangfucked by the hill raiders, he was relieved that she was still alive and very hopeful that Salema was too. Vera would have perished before she saw the girl come to harm. This confirmed what he suspected about the abduction: Davama had planned this for some time; meaning there was a spy -- a matter that would have to be dealt with later; and was going to use the girl as a bargaining tool. That piece of dung, Davama, was proving to be a cunning and worthy adversary. Tragon, his headsman nephew was going to have to deal with this lizard turd -- either as a headsman or as a thug (Dravo preferred the latter). 

Davama had been one of Dravo's senior lieutenants during Dravos early reign as ruler of the mountain monkeytribe that Tragon now led. He'd been sent to discipline the hill raiders, force them back into the hills and away from the trade route that Dravo had established. Regular trade with the lowlands was another innovation Dravo had used to enhance his people's prosperity and influence. 

Davama'd disciplined them all right; he'd far exceeded his authority and launched a raid on their home caves. This action resulted in the death of the headsman, Mashama, and Davama assuming the title of headsman from the ancient clan rule of combat. He'd kept a single trooper who pledged loyalty to him and sent the rest back to report to Dravo. 

Dravo summoned a company of warriors and marched directly to the hill tribe's home caves to subdue Davama. The cocky bastard had taken Mashama's woman, Haema, as his own and established his authority among the hill folk. When he arrived, Davama offered to parlay. Dravo nearly refused but decided to meet with the rebellious lieutenant in full view of the hill folk so that they would understand what was happening. 

Dravo offered to spare Davamas life if he surrendered his sword and left the hill folk to sort this out among themselves. The woman intervened and told Dravo that Davama was the headsman by the ancient clan rite of combat and that she was Davamas by the same rite. "I'm his, and that's the way of it." 

Dravo didn't look at her; instead, he looked into the faces of the ignorant hill tribesmen and women. They were behind Davama, that much was clear. Dravo would have to slaughter every one of them to assert his will. He made a decision to spare those lives and Davama. He saw no advantage in slaughtering these simple folk to make a point they couldn't grasp. He recognized Davamas' right to reign (although he pointed out that since he'd previously pledged fealty to himself and was deployed on his, Dravos, orders, Davama could hardly claim to be acting independently.)

So, with the understanding that Davama and his subjects, the hill tribes, would honor the trade route; Dravo agreed to withdraw. 

The agreement didn't last a month. The hill folk regularly raided the caravans that made the trek to the mountain folk. Most times they were a nuisance, nothing more; but the events of the past two days had convinced him that he needed to deal once and for all with Davama. Duty and honor demanded it! If there were any decision that he regretted more than letting Davama live -- he couldn't think of it! What a mess he'd left for his nephew! 

The woman Nalla was now his mate since Haema had passed. She was the daughter of Haema and Mashama, the natural princess of this tribe. He'd heard that Davama had taken her as his mate. What a piece of work she was, fucking the man who'd killed her father and taken her mother as spoils of war! Perhaps, Dravo mused; the little turd had justified his actions by believing that he was acting on the hill folk's behalf. A good leader always believed he was acting for the greater good. That didn't, he thought, make it true.

Lord Davama, that scum now called himself! Dravo fumed as he crouched in the vent. "I'll teach him about being a 'Lord' -- damned if I don't!"



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After she was washed and wiped dry, a couple of the women used combs of crude wood to groom her hair. The mood was subdued and a polar opposite of the fuck party just a short time ago. Despite the fact that they had, as a group, ravaged and pleasured themselves with her; there was still some fear and fascination for this large, hairless female. She had killed quite a few of them and; according to the raiding party; was as strong and vicious as a masa in heat! It wasn't her blood that was washed from her body. 

One of Nallas' guards had entered the chamber after the orgy and admonished the males to be more cautious with the large woman. "She's vicious and dangerous! She might fuck good but she fights better, I saw her tear Vaggas' arm off and dash his brains out!"

A half dozen guards were positioned around her now with weapons at the ready. Little good it would do them when she decided to make her move. A 'subroutine' of [SITUATIONAL ANALYSIS] was playing out strategies in her mind, plotting and calculating each move she would make; playing them in vivid detail as she calmly assessed this situation. She knew that [SITUATIONAL ANALYSIS] could be used with [COMBAT PROTOCOL] to manage her ability to inflict mayhem. Vera sat quietly as the women combed her hair. She amused herself by initiating eye contact with the guards, calmly appraising each one until he looked away. Their fear of her was intense and growing. That was good, she needed an edge. 

More memories of her previous life were occurring to her now, short flashes that teased her amnesia. She saw faces, human faces like hers, speaking in a familiar language -- Galach Standard. Dravo had told her the name of it. He said some of the traders he'd met used it among themselves. He couldn't converse with her in it, but he could recognize it when he heard it spoken. It was her primary tongue; it's sounds and shapes were the language she heard in her thoughts.

She remembered other places: vistas of grey skies and greyer land. Green rivers that snaked lazily through blue jungles. Images of cities, huge towers surrounded by sprawling settlements. Some of the inhabitants of these places looked like her, others were similar, and others were so different she wasn't sure what they were. She put those thoughts on hold for now. She needed to focus on freeing herself, killing as many of them as necessary, and rescuing Salema. She hoped Dravos' arrival would be soon. Situational analysis strongly recommended a distraction/diversion that would allow her to go into action with a few seconds of surprise. Even with a distraction, she would need to act at the right moment. She flexed the wet leather bonds and locked eyes with the head guard. The straps could be easily removed when she was ready. The guard looked away as Nallas' two guards entered the chamber. 

"Stand, prisoner, Davama is ready for you now." 

She was led into a larger cave that was Davamas' throne room. 

A fire burned in the center and torches were placed around its walls. She was forced to her knees facing a stout monkeyman seated on a carved bench that was the throne. It was Davama, she was sure of it. He looked older than Dravo but she knew from Dravos' conversations that he was several years younger than her monkeylord lover. He regarded Vera without expression. 

Nalla lounged on the right arm of the carved throne. She winked. 

The headsman of the hill tribes regarded her silently as the chamber filled with monkeyfolk. A pair of archers were stationed to the left of the throne and she saw another pair in a passageway on the right. She didn't know if there was another pair behind her but she had to factor it into her situational evaluation.

Combat scenarios were reeling nonstop in her mind now. A familiar voice was giving her advice: she needed to follow operational instructions for optimal advantage. 

[INITIATE GLOBAL REBOOT]

"What is a 'GLOBAL REBOOT', She wondered? 

[PASSWORD]

Password, there was a tingle of recognition when she heard or thought that word! A password was a word that allowed 'access'. The thought had flowed into her awareness.

Davama was strutting across the floor to confront her. He drew his sword and placed the tip on her breast. The cool sharp edge cut her skin and a drop of blood ran down her left breast. He used the edge of the blade to deftly scoop the drop and held it out for all to see. 

"She bleeds!" He held the sword higher and shouted: "DRAVOS' WHORE BLEEDS!!"

The shouts and cheers in the cavern were deafening. He'd broken the spell and was now in control. He brought the sword back for a measured blow -- at her neck. The crowd of monkeyfolk was silenced. She couldn't wait any longer: she thought: 

[INITIATE COMBAT PROTOCOL]

[PASSWORD]

A cruel, hateful smile was on Davamas' face! His eyes were bright! The crowd held its breath in wide-eyed anticipation! He was going to cut her head off! He slowly drew the blade back and wrapped his left hand on the hilt. His grip tightened. Vera dropped the bindings and flung herself back at the last instant, arms wide and fists backstriking the pair of guards behind her. She crushed one's throat and felt the others teeth fold into his mouth. 

Davama stumbled at his empty stroke! Vera seized him around the chest and snapped his neck. She knelt quickly holding his body with one arm in the path of the oncoming arrows from the archers next to the throne. She snatched his sword in her other hand and slashed at the guards and some brave monkey folk who were closing at her back. The blade severed flesh and bone more than once -- it was a good feeling! One of the throne archers fell with an arrow through his throat and the other clawed at an arrow in his chest!

She saw Roga the scout dropping a crossbow and aiming another at a target behind her. She whirled and hurled Davamas' body at the rear of the hall. It connected with an archer who'd drawn a bead on Roga. She followed the body and was ready to behead the lone archer who was taking aim at her when an arrow passed through his left eye to lodge in his skull plate! 

The throne room was in pandemonium as the monkeyfolk sought refuge from the huge blonde fury in their midst! She reached the archer who'd been leveled by Dravamas' body and sliced him in half as he fumbled for his knife. She spun low and sliced the legs from a pair of guards. Their screams were added to the panic and terror. Someone closed with her and parried as she thrust. 

"Dravo!" 

(to be continued)



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After Vera was led out of the wash-chamber, Dravo climbed out of the rock cleft. He'd no sooner landed on the chamber floor than he heard footsteps in the tunnel. He stepped behind a boulder. Two monkeywomen entered with Salema. They took her robe and guided her under the waterfall. She washed with the soaproot and wiped herself with spongeleaves. The women stood nearby, clearly guarding her but comfortable with the situation. Salema was, after all, a young woman, not a warrior; they had nothing to fear from her. 

Dravo stepped into the open and approached the women and Salema. Salemas' eyes popped wide when she saw him and the women spun to confront this older, handsome stranger.

One approached him and knelt, saying: "You must be Lord Vasalla, the young Lords' chaperone," she looked him in the eye, clearly uncomfortable, "surely the Lord Vasalla respects the privacy of a lady!"

"That I do, and I beg her pardon and yours for invading it." He stepped back and averted his eyes. "I'm merely looking for Lord Davamas' throne room. I need to speak to Lady Nalla."

She leaped to her feet and took his hand, "I will take you there myself, Lord!" She led him into the tunnel where he throttled her and pinned her throat to the wall. His knife was poking her ribs.

He leaned into her ear, "If you so much as breathe loudly, I'll carve you into Zopha-bait! Do you understand me?" 

She nodded because he'd cut off her air.

He pulled her back into the chamber with a death grip on her throat. 

Salema was tying up the other woman who looked to have a large welt behind her ear. Dravo thrust his captive next to the unconscious woman and told Salema, "Tie and gag this one, daughter, we must go to the throne room to see about what mischief Davama and that bitch Nalla have planned!"

Salema quickly tied and gagged the monkeywomen and pulled Dravo into the corridor. "Oh, uncle, we must hurry! Davama and Nalla mean to execute Vera before the tribe and then marry me off to Lord Nudoma, the prince from the blue desert! Nalla told me everything as she bragged about her plans!" The girls' eyes were wide and she tugged the old warrior toward the throne room. 

Dravo stopped and asked the princess, "Nudoma, son of Zaphiri? We just agreed to a truce not four moons ago!"

"Yes, uncle Dravo, the same!"

He drew his sword and stalked off in the direction of the drumming and chanting. In a few short steps he was behind a set of archers who oversaw the festivities from the rear of the hall. He stopped and spoke to Salema; "I'm going to kill the one on the left -- nearest to us. Take his helmet and crossbow. I'll take care of the other." He looked into her eyes and she nodded vigorous assent! "Good."

Dravo stepped behind the archer on the left and grabbed the quiver strap. He pulled the hill warrior into his blade while covering his mouth. The commotion in the hall covered any sounds that his victim made. Vera was kneeling before Davama and there was plenty of crowd noise. He handed the quiver and crossbow to Salema, then stepped up behind the other archer who was turning to say something to his mate. Dravo ran him through and took his crossbow and helmet. He and Salema stood side by side as Davama approached Vera. 

"When all hell breaks loose, take aim at the cunt, Nalla."

"With pleasure, uncle." She wore a wry smile beneath the helmet.

"That's my girl!" Dravo chuckled.

He watched as Davama drew blood from Veras' tit and held his sword high. The cheers were deafening as he declared:

"DRAVOS' WHORE BLEEDS!!" 

All hell broke loose when Vera countered Davamas' move!!!

Salema let her bolt fly as Dravo pulled her to the floor and into the corridor. He'd seen Roga cut the throat of one archer and he'd sent his arrow into the other right after Vera had made her move on the guards! He couldn't have timed it better! Hill folk were streaming, panicked, out of the cave! He gave Salema his long knife and told her to cut any who approached her, he needed to see about Vera and Roga. 

Vera had killed Davama and was hurling his body into the archers opposite the throne. He used his sword with both hands and separated some limbs and heads from their owners! Vera was doing the same on the throne room floor. He made his way to her and remembered too late that he was still wearing a hill folk helmet!

He parried Vera's deadly thrust and she cried out: "Dravo!"

The hall was nearly empty except for the live and the dead of whom there were more than a few! 

Nalla clutched an arrow through her forehead, her toes and teeth clenched tight. She was staring at forever. Salemas' aim had been perfect. 

He hugged Vera as she pulled him off his feet, "Let's get out of here before they realize that there are only four of us!" 

"Four?" 

"Roga, Salema, You, and myself! I only brought Roga with me to rescue you two. I figured that if you were alive you'd be worth a dozen warriors! And I was right! You fought like a demon!"

"Thank you, my lord." She had, she admitted, fought quite well, but without the 'enhancements' from the previous battle. She was going to have to find out about 'GLOBAL REBOOT' and 'PASSWORD' before she could command the powers of the gods again. In the meantime, her normal reflexes and strength were more than sufficient to deal out death and destruction! She grabbed a torch and they made for the outside. 

She threw the torch into the jungle when they reached the cave entrance. There were screams and shouts of surprise but not one charged them as they exited and headed south along the lowland trail.

Dravo was ecstatic and relieved that he's been able to rescue Salema and Vera, of course, but also that Roga was safe. He'd not expected to live through this and every other good thing was a plus. He had not even had to slaughter every damned hill monkey in the tribe, which was a real plus in that the survivors would have some fear of Dravo and Vera. Hopefully, they would absorb their losses and go on about their business, but that wasn't likely. It just wasn't the way of things. He could still hope that the hill folk were smart enough to let the murder their rulers: Nalla and Davama, go. Probably not. That was also the way of things. It was his to deal with. 

They'd gone short distance on the trail when they encountered a female in a wild-eyed frenzy! "They're coming, they're almost here!" 

She disappeared into the dark forest. 

Dravo had Roga and Salema climb into a tree and Vera hide alongside the trail. Dravo slipped behind the tree and waited. In a few minutes a young desert tribesman approached, sniffing the air. 

Dravo stepped onto the path and confronted the young warrior.

"I'm Lord Davama, headsman of the Hill Tribes, who approaches?"

The young monkey sauntered up to Dravo. He looked Dravo up and down before he spoke: "Old man, do you expect me to believe that Lord Davama would venture forth to deal with dangerous ruffians on this trail?" 

Dravo moved swiftly with grace and skill to put the younger man on his back. The young warriors' eyes were fixed on the metal sword point that touched him lightly at the bridge of his nose. 

"Lord Davama would never deal with dangerous ruffians but has no qualms with one such as yourself!" Dravo smirked.



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Dravo and the young warrior regarded each other in the dim light cast by the greater moon. He'd dropped the younger man neatly and without drama onto his butt. The sword point was still touching the monkey warrior between his eyes. No blood had been drawn yet but Dravo could remedy that if needed. 

A male voice spoke out of the darkness: 

"Your Majesty, Prince Nudoma, Davama Ollaga never possessed the skill and finesse demonstrated on your young royal self by this swordmaster. To say nothing of the restraint this warrior has shown you! Truly there is only one such master of the blade in these parts but the mystery is not who he is but rather: why should Lord Dravo Asta be calling himself Davama Ollaga?" 

Dravo's attention remained fixed on the young prince at the end of his blade when he spoke: "Perhaps, Lord Vasalla, we should begin with not who I am; that much is obvious; but what brings you folk to these parts?"

"We are the invited guests of Lord Davama and his Lady Nalla, whom I'm sure will not be pleased to have their guests treated in this manner. Why don't you let the young prince up and we'll discuss this as civilized folk?" Vasalla took a step toward Dravo and the prone prince. An arrow sprouted humming between his legs! Thank the gods that Roga was concealed in the branches above him! 

Dravo snorted, "That's close enough, Vasalla! You folks need to explain yourselves and quickly. My archers will aim higher next time!" 

"Really, Dravo! This is most annoying! You're behaving like a.."

He was interrupted by a commotion in the jungle to the right of the trail. A monkey warrior's body tumbled airborne to land soundly on the path between Vasalla and Dravo. He moved weakly and groaned. Dravo thanked the gods again for Vera hidden in the jungle. Vasalla must be nearly convinced that he faced a formidable force, not two warriors, a slave and a headsman's daughter. He rather liked the odds, though. He'd already used the element of surprise, now he had to exploit the unknown.

"Like a...treacherous brigand? A bandit? A thug? Like your good friend and ally; Davama? Eh?" He planted a foot on the prince's neck and raised his blade. "No more shenanigans or I will kill this young man. Talk to me, Vasalla, I'm listening. And tell your men to stand down. We will kill any who desire to be heroes."

Vasalla held out his empty hands and took a tentative step forward. "My warriors will not move against you. Now, will you please let the young prince assume a more dignified position?"

Dravo said, by way of reply, "Archers, put at least four arrows into the 'young prince' if there is so much as a hint of nonsense." 

He sheathed his weapon and told the young man lying at his feet: "Stay put, I'll be back after I discuss your situation with Vasalla."

The young prince lay still and stared into the dark limbs above. 

Dravo stepped over the broken warrior to face Vasalla. A masa roared nearby. Further away the panic at the hill folks redoubt was still echoing in the valley. Dravo and Vasalla regarded each other in the milky light of the greater moon. 

Vasalla spoke: "By the grace of all the gods! Dravo, you have regained your youth!" He leaned closer and said in a loud whisper: "It's said that the hairless slave's cunt has wrought this change in you, my old friend!" 

"I'm hardly your old friend, Vasalla! I am the master of that slave's cunt and many others as well!" Dravo gestured at the young prince lying on his back on the trail. "I might as well be the master of Zaphiri's heir!" 

"Dravo!" Vasalla growled. He reached for his sword.

The next instant Dravo's sword was unsheathed and poking Vasalla in the throat. Dravo spoke to Vasalla's men. "Move along up the trail to greet your hosts." Vasalla and I will parlay here while you good fellows march to Davamas redoubt." The sword blade forced Vasallas chin higher. "NOW!" Before I kill both of these desert turds!" He turned his attention back to Vasalla, "Move, make a move to threaten me, treacherous turd! I yearn to slit your throat!"

He spoke to the young prince:

"Stay where you are, Nudoma, unless you wish to walk the long path now!"

Vasalla's force moved up the trail picking up the broken warrior as they shuffled toward the redoubt. As the last of the force stepped over him, Prince Nudoma scampered to his feet only to be run through by two arrows. Dravo slashed Vasalla's throat and turned to fight the desert warriors. Nudoma was lying on the trail, writhing in the pale light. Two of the desert monkey warriors screamed as a spear pinned them together. Another spear passed through a desert warrior and struck a tree, humming with unspent energy! The desert force was in disarray and nearly full retreat toward the redoubt. 

Dravo sliced at a couple of stragglers as Vera waded into the main force from the jungle, swinging her sword in huge lethal arcs through the bunched up force! The warriors screamed and scurried up the path in mindless panic! This beautiful, buxom creature was the stuff of legends as she slew them with each stroke! They fled her furious assault! 

A trio of archers turned at a bend and brought their crossbows to bear on the giant, hairless woman! Dravo shouted a warning to her as she snatched a spear and spun it to deflect the arrows as a whirling shield! Dravo watched as she hurled the spear through an archer's head. She bounded after the other two who tried to defend themselves but wound up sliced into bloody chunks after a few deft strokes of that sword!

"Vera, enough!" Dravo hissed at her. "We need to at least cross the river tonight! You've thrown enough of a scare into them!" 

And into me, for that matter, he thought! He paused over Nudoma's body and took his badges of rank from his neck and ears. These he gave to Salema who'd just lit from the tree. Roga followed. 

"Good work, you two. We must leave now before they regroup and decide to avenge their prince and Vasalla! Roga, take the trophies from those two. Tragon will display their nuts for all to see what happens to those who cross the High Valley Clan! Salema can wear their jewelry for the rest of her life as proof of her victory this night!"

Vera took Salema's hand as they set off down the trail to meet up with the lake folk -- Estella's tribe. After a few hours and a dozen miles of night flight -- they'd crossed the river and were near the boundary of Estella's domain -- they climbed a huge tree and rested. Roga stayed on a lower bough; Salema on another just above him and Dravo took Vera up to a high split and pulled her close. They kissed, gently at first, then with more intensity as the moment caught up and wrapped them in a sexual haze. The smell of Vera's sweat and the dried blood from the desert warriors aroused Dravo and made him dizzy. She stroked the thick purple head on her tongue, enjoying the taste of his precum. He buried his face in her muff, licking her clit, inhaling her aroma. 

She sucked him harder until he came with hot spurts into her mouth, down her throat; his voice muffled in her cunt. She found that sweet release rocking her clit on his tongue. She came and came.

They woke near dawn in each other's arms. She touched his face and ears. He kissed and licked her fingertips. She did the same to his as she wrapped her hand around his thickening rod. His tail was playing with her butt, teasing the crack. He touched her pussy lips; she was wet and hot. The air was thick with her smell. He nuzzled her nipples, savoring the sensation. Then he stretched her out on the wide bough, draped her legs over his shoulders and entered her. His thrusts were slow at first, deliciously stroking her in a steadily increasing rhythm. She moaned and shuddered as he worked her into sweaty submission. She moaned softly in his ear and clasped his butt cheeks as he came hard, squirming in her grasp. 

They lay quietly together as the outline of distant peaks became distinct and was lined in a soft thread of light. Vera was impressed, not for the first time, at the lush beauty of this planet. Images of other places and times played in her mind.

Roga's face appeared from below. "Psssst, Dravo, we have company!"

Dravo whispered back: "Who and how many?" 

Roga shrugged, "No telling who, they are approaching from the redoubt and quickly." He sniffed at a loincloth lying next to his face, winced and tossed it to Vera. "This would be yours." 

Dravo had already tied his on and drawn his sword. Roga disappeared for a second and then climbed up with Salema and some spare weapons that he'd salvaged after the fight.

Salema snickered after she caught scent of the lovers. Dravo shot her a hard look. She quit chuckling and smirked at Vera.

Vera winked at her.

Roga handed a few arrows and a crossbow to Dravo. "There are at least twenty, maybe more."

"Damn! I'd hoped that they wouldn't regroup so soon! Who would be leading them, I wonder?" 

The jungle was quiet and the trail all but invisible. They could hear the sounds of the group approaching.. 

A voice called out from the base of the tree: "Greetings, Lord Dravo, this is Asawa. I am with Headwoman Estella of the Lake Clan and her warriors."

"Damn! He's good!" Roga laughed. 

Dravo, Vera, Salema and Roga climbed down to meet their rescuers.



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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!"

Dravo sent for Urolo: "Run ahead and find Roga, I want to speak to him."

Urolo unslung a leather sack from his neck, "It might have something to do with this sack he gave me to carry. "He said it belongs to you and that I should guard it with my life." He displayed the grisly contents: Three sets of male genitals and a bloody, furry tit. 

Dravo snorted, "That Roga! He's always able to take care of the priorities! Damned if he wouldn't make a fine headsman!"

Estella laughed with him, "he's probably more valuable as a headsman's spear!"

Vera was struck again at the coarseness of these folk: they might well have been discussing a recipe for dinner instead of some battle trophies! 

The trek to the hot spring took longer than half a day but there was still plenty of daylight left when they finally arrived. The encampment was set up quickly; they'd traveled light and foraged along the way for fruit, berries and an occasional morsel of protein. Guards were posted, fires lit, and bathing commenced. Vera stayed with Salema and the two female warriors that were assigned to guard her. They'd picked soaproot from the river shallows and had plenty to wash with. Salema was first and then the two guards. 

When they finished Salema was escorted back to the encampment. Vera sought out Dravo who'd gone farther up the mountain to find a hotter spring. 

She found him rinsing in a small, secluded waterfall. His weapons and kit lay nearby. Steam from a hot pool nearby mixed with the spray and sunlight to create a surreal atmosphere. The background of lush vegetation gave the spot a roomlike feel. She stopped at the edge of the warm runoff and admired Dravo's backside. She felt a genuine affection for this alien creature who had treated her with dignity and respect even though she was his slave. They needed to talk about that situation. She was not his, nor anyone else's -- well, maybe she did belong to someone or thing, but it wasn't Dravo, Tragon, or their people. They'd rescued her after all and she was grateful, but she wasn't their slave! 

Slavery was a complex situation in this society. There were few totally enslaved individuals but there were quite a few slaves who were nearly family members or 'guests'. She was still sorting out her own status, which changed dramatically since she'd taken up with Dravo. She was treated with deference and respect because she was Dravo's: woman/slave/fucktoy? She'd speak to him after they bathed. She needed to understand. 

He turned around and smiled at her. He gestured for her to join him and she did. She stood under the warm water as he scrubbed her with the soaproot. He used a spongeleaf with his other hand to remove the dried blood and dirt on her arms and legs. She stepped into deeper water so that he could wash her face. It felt wonderful to be washed by this man. His touch and the warm soapy water were getting her aroused! 

Estella appeared with Urolo. She'd left two guards by the trail and took Urolo's hand as she stood watching from the other side of the pool. They were clean and wet so this was purely entertainment. Vera wasn't surprised. These monkeyfolk were brazen and not shy about their sexuality. They both got into the hot water and embraced. Urolo was nuzzling her but she was watching Dravo wash Vera. Vera was enjoying this more every second. Her nipples stiffened, aching to be stroked and sucked! She was wet and hot inside and out. The mist parted and she could see the river valley stretching out to the north. The sacred mountain smoked on the horizon above the lush jungle. The Blue Mountains loomed beyond the volcano. The raw, untamed beauty of this planet never failed to impress her. 

Estella continued to watch Dravo caress his smooth skinned lover. She whispered into Urolo's ear. He climbed out of the pool and sat alongside, legs dangling in the hot water. His cock was thick and hard. Estella had been busy underwater! She continued to watch Dravo and Vera while she wrapped her hand around him and licked the head. 

Dravo stepped onto a boulder behind her, sat and cupped Vera's breasts. She leaned back so that he could ravish them properly.

He pinched and rolled the nipples as he licked her neck. Across the pool Estella slid on top of Urolo and planted her cunt on his mouth. Vera watched her suck him as her hips writhed on his tongue. Dravo bit Vera's earlobe, then kissed her cheek. Her nipples were on fire, her clit was throbbing, she was fully aroused and needed to fuck hard and be fucked harder...

A shout by the trail interrupted the poolfuck. The guards were shouting warnings as a masa roared! Dravo leaped for his weapons as Estella scrambled for her sword! The trail guards were fending off a huge masa that was toying with them, waiting for the right opportunity to slash and kill...A low rumble sounded in the jungle opposite Vera. 

Estella screamed "Hunting pair! Dravo!" She was facing another, smaller masa that slid into the pool area. Dravo was halfway to the trail and Estella faced the masa with her sword. The feline's attention was fixed on Estella; she was its prey. The huge cat's tail twitched back and forth as it tensed to spring. 

[SITUATIONAL OVERIDE -- COMBAT PROTOCOL INITIATED] 

Time stopped for Vera as the scene came into focus, like a veil had been lifted from her eyes! Her hand closed around a rock. She flung it at the masa's eye as it sprang for Estella. The rock passed through the eye socket and out the animal's skull before it could complete its movement. She snatched a spear and leaped past Dravo to confront the other beast. It was nearly twice the size of the other but was moving much too slowly to stop her from piecing its lungs with the spear. She twisted the spear to maximize the damage, then spun away from the masa's counterslash. It turned to flee as she leaped on it's back slashing its throat. The masa was frightened and confused, nothing had ever attacked it with such ferocity! Nothing had ever so much as scratched it! 

Vera maintained her death grip on the giant feline as it struggled and trembled. It quit breathing and shit a thin gruel while pissing a hot stream into the foliage along the trail. It shuddered weakly.

[COMBAT PROTOCOL TERMINATED]. 

The world swam back into focus. She stood over the dead animal. She was covered with its blood, fur, and shit. The other animal was spasming its last beside the pool. The guards were staring at her with wide eyes and open mouths. Estella and Dravo eyed each other in amazement! Vera had just killed a hunting pair of masas with a round stone, a spear, and a knife without as much as a scratch on her person! Moved with the speed of the gods, maybe faster! Killed a masa with a single blow! Astounding! 

Estella broke the silence: "Your human woman is very talented."

Dravo winked, "So it would seem."



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Estella and her warriors hosted Dravo's party that evening on a bluff overlooking the river. Fish were netted and roasted on sticks along with some small meaty lizards caught while sunning along the riverbank. Tubers and fruit wrapped in leaves completed the meal. The feast was quite low key as there was the possibility – however remote – that Davama's people and the remaining desert warriors would try to pursue Estella's troop. 

The surviving hill folk and desert folk had numbers but no organization or leadership; besides, they'd witnessed the 'demons', Vera and Dravo, in action. They would have no will to pursue that sort of power much less to attack. Estella had witnessed Vera's speed and strength at the waterfall. Nonetheless, she posted sentries in two shifts. The warriors grumbled about it, but by the shaking gods, when did they ever enjoy standing watch? They were in enemy territory after all. Estella spoke sharply to Makalla, the lead warrior, about the necessity of vigilance: "If I so much as smell those filthy cave dwellers, I will personally castrate the watch!" Her eyes blazed, her nostrils flared above her rich, full lips; she swept her gaze over the assembly. "Am I understood, Makalla?"

"Yes, m'lady." He turned and set to assigning the watch.

Dravo joined her and quietly said: "Well done, Headwoman; by issuing the obvious orders you've lifted the burden of resentment from Makalla's shoulders and focused the ire of the rank and file to your fine self." He winked.

"I'm glad you approve." She smirked back clearly not giving a damn if he did or not. "Will you join me for a meal?"

"I would be honored." He followed her to the fire, accepted a portion from the cook, and sat next to her. As they ate, the warriors finished their final preparations for the night. Vera ate with Salema and her guards. Dravo finished, excused himself, and inspected the perimeter. When he was satisfied he rejoined Estella. Salema and Vera had already joined her. She was speaking to Salema.

"We'll have a proper welcome feast for you and Lord Dravo when we get to Suballa's village." She smiled. "And another when we reach mine. Of course you both will be sharing the festivities with Vera and Roga." She turned to Dravo. "Where are Roga and Asawa?"

"I sent Roga to scout the trail ahead and Asawa to check behind us. Davama was no fool, if any of his lieutenants survived they'll be leading a force to harass us after they've restored order. This is their domain." 

Estella nodded. "They were quite panicked and beaten when we arrived. There is always a chance that they could regroup and follow. Thank you for sending them."

"You're quite welcome, but besides protecting Salema, I would like to keep my trophies between my legs." He laughed and winked. 

The masa were being skinned and wrapped for the tanner. Estella had assured Vera that a garment would be fashioned for her from the masa skin of her choice or both. She had slain both beasts and thus the honor was hers. Vera had asked Dravo about the custom regarding the disposition of masa kills. The huge felines were held in high regard by the monkey folk. Slaying a masa brought great honor to the slayer and his tribe. Dravo explained that bestowing masa skins, skulls or other body parts were an honor. She should consider carefully those whom she would honor with a trophy. She agreed to think about it and discuss her choices with Dravo. 

Salema retired to a tent with her guards. Three warriors were doing a mating dance with Vera. Estella put her hand on Dravo's thigh and spoke: 

"She's going to be quite the novelty for a while."

"At least for the night." Dravo agreed. "When Urolo gets off watch he'll want to drain his cock in her mouth. He fucked her every chance he got, not that I blame him, she is a woman of many talents." 

She snorted: "You have a talent for understatement! Dravo, that performance at the waterfall was the stuff of legends! I figured that your surprise attack had unnerved those hill folk enough to spout those tales of a giant goddess who could slay a man with a single blow. But 'the eyes don't lie' – I believe every word now. She is like nothing I have ever seen! I'm surprised those hill folk didn't keep running back to their main village!"

"Nor I, Lady. There is much we don't know about her." Taking her hand, Dravo stood. "There is much I would like to learn about you, Estella. You would honor me greatly with your self in my bedroll." He gestured at Vera and the now four warriors who were dancing in the firelight. "I think my concubine will be suitably entertained this evening." The Greater moon was nearly at the top of the starry sky. The river crashed and thundered below the bluff. It was a beautiful night. 

Estella smiled. "Was there any doubt in your mind that I would find a path to your bed?"

Dravo pulled her close and kissed her deeply. "A Lord of the blood never takes anything for granted, least of all the affections of a Lady. You're not a common whore!"

Her eyes sparkled, she whispered: "Lord Dravo, it's been a few years but you'll find that I'm still a very uncommon whore!" Dravo rolled his eyes and took her hand. They strolled out to the perimeter of the camp and spread their blankets on the ground. A falka bird hooted in the night. Lizards croaked and wheezed their night songs. Across the campground Vera was being caressed by three of the monkey warriors. Two others watched and stroked their cocks. Estella watched them for a few minutes with her arm around Dravo. She turned to him and said: "The human woman has a lusty appetite to complement her speed and strength. How does a warrior of the blood satisfy such a creature?"

"Any way I can, my lady Estella, using any means at my disposal."

She moved into his arms, felt his cock getting stiff and thick. "Surely such a task must drain a man! Where does one get the stamina to deal with such an appetite? At your age?" 

He pulled her close, kissed her and stroked her body with confidence and verve. He tasted her ear and whispered: "I'll let you be the judge of my appetite and stamina." He had the cheek of her ass in a sensual grip. Her heart raced and her pussy was quite wet. His virility was mesmerizing. She was panting with anticipation. She gripped his hardon, stroking until it was fully erect. His tail was stroking the crack of her ass. Hers was teasing his balls. He eased her to the blanket, stroking her pussy lips with his prick's head. The rhythm sent waves of heat through her body. He tasted so good! Her head swam. Her heart felt like it would explode when he penetrated her! The strokes were a slow, sensuous dance pushing her closer to the edge of forever. The world around her dissolved and there was only Dravo, pounding her into mindless abandon! She came with a series of spasms and grunts. He followed her a few seconds later, caught up; panting and moaning her name. 

Estella lay there reveling in the sweaty afterglow. That old man had just taken her places she hadn't been in years. She felt wonderful. Not since her beloved Proko had anyone been able to fuck her with such intensity and passion. She'd heard the stories about his rejuvenation, seen his demeanor, but this was proof that Dravo was strong and virile as ever! A plan began to form in her mind for Dravo as she watched Vera being gang-fucked by those five warriors. The woman was insatiable! She was going to put on a similar performance when the watch changed. It was good that she'd fucked them early so they'd get some rest before their watch! She felt Dravo's moist prick against her leg. This would be a long night for both Vera and herself! Three of Vera's ravishers, sated, peeled away from the cluster and watched as she rode prone warriors' cock really hard while she eagerly sucked another.



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Pesha Vahwamma Scappa ob Adak – he was known as 'Adak' observed the goings-on at the encampment from a safe distance – across the river and high in the hills – he preferred not to be detected. A distance monitor allowed him to hear the activities as well see them. The device fit his reptilian species quite well but his monkey-man scout, Moprello, used a pair of binoculars. Moprello, fascinated by the 'up close' tool was providing some information as well as a whispering commentary.

"The warrior of the blood fucking Lady Estella with such energy is none other than Lord Dravo Asta, former headman of the High Valley Lake Clan and uniter of all Valley and Lake Clans!" Adak's hand on his shoulder told him that he needed to quiet down and recite facts. He continued: "Lord Dravo was dying months ago when the High Valley Clan came into possession of the Vera woman – the human with the light gold hair being gang-fucked by those four, no, five warriors. The story, Lord Adak; is that she fell from the sky in a fiery boat that landed near the High Valley Clan's village. Her wounds healed without poultice or salve, her burned skin scabbed over and fell off to reveal smooth skin beneath! She could not remember her life before the flaming boat fell into the jungle. She was like nothing or no one they'd ever seen! Tragon's woman nursed her back to health and made her a home-slave. Dravo was nearly on his deathbed when he bedded that one! It is said that the coupling had a magical effect on the old one, he began to act and look younger! He fucked her ten times a day! He taught the young warriors their skills as he did when he was headman! Drilled them in sword, spear and staff. He was reborn! This is the tale that a number of them have related. You have, no doubt, heard similar stories about this human slave of the High Valley Clan. She is truly the fuck-hungry cunt as described. I have no idea what they are doing here besides having some hot, nasty, fun this night!" 

Adak reached down and took the binoculars from his scout whose enthusiasm was as predictable as it was tiresome. Adak sighed, these residents of Burroughs's World, (who referred to themselves as Chelebrans and the planet as Chelebra); never seemed to tire of sex – doing it, talking about it, alluding to it or watching it! That would probably explain their low level of technology. They couldn't get past their visual and scent glands! Humans were similar in many respects – an overactive libido being just one of their unattractive traits. Humans, despite their primate fascination for the mating ritual, had managed to achieve a significant technological niche in the galactic hierarchy. Those monkeys had brains as well as pricks! 

Not that Adak was averse to indulging in sex – he quite enjoyed his interspecies liaisons with Meela – his human body-slave; but the preoccupation with the activity that these primate species displayed was quite annoying and vulgar. Annoying, vulgar or just remarkable, this preoccupation with sex by the primate species earned him a fairly comfortable existence. Good enough to afford a secure crèche in the tidal flats near Estella's village, a human female body-servant, some off-world toys, and a growing account that would someday get him off this thrice-damned planet forever!  

He spoke quietly to Moprello: "We need to get to Davama's redoubt as soon as possible! Davama will want to know that Dravo and Estella are in his domain with a number of warriors – I counted fifteen or so, but I'm sure that there are scouts and sentries that we couldn't account for. Is there a route nearby that heads north?"

"We can follow the ridgeline trail to his redoubt. We should get there in a day and a half, maybe two. Will that do, Lord Adak?"

"It will suffice for now. We need to avoid that party and make all due haste to rendezvous with Davama. He has commodities that I need to take possession of and deliver to my clientele."

"It will be as you wish."

The pair rejoined the rest of Adaks' group, five in all, at the trail. They followed the ridgeline into the next valley. It was a necessary detour. He didn't know Dravo and there probably wouldn't have been any trouble, but Estella had pronounced a death sentence on him – likely she'd want to try to kill him herself, the bloodthirsty little monkeybitch! She'd been behind Proko banishing him in the first place, he was sure! She'd sent her assassins to sniff out his crèche but none of them had made it out alive. He was a considerable fighter in his own right and had a technological advantage over these Iron Age primates. Proko had seized and freed his assets: the slaves and Gamaran-adapted compound he'd built. He'd also banished him from his domain on pain of death. Adak was lucky to get out of the domain with the bare necessities: weapons, computers, enough precious specie for start-up costs and his servant, Meela.

They made good time following the ridgeline to the adjoining river valley trail. Adak did wonder what and why those two: Dravo and Estella were in Davama's domain with a small force of warriors. The bigger mystery and the one that preoccupied his thoughts was the identity of the human woman. She came 'from the sky in a fiery boat', indeed? Adak had no doubt that she was the survivor of a crash landing. But was she an extraterrestrial? Plenty of humans lived on Pellucidar, an island base for intergalactic trade and commerce. An Imperial Naval Base of Operations compound was located there. The actual base was in orbit about Chelebra. The Imperial Coalition (IC) was attempting to limit contact with the Chelebra from interstellar influences. His operations hadn't been affected by this misguided nonsense but he maintained a low profile and zero contact with anyone in Pellucidar. The humans and their allies, the InterSpecies Mercantile Exchange (ISME), had rightly concluded that a great deal of contraband originated from Chelebra. Those contraband commodities were part of the smugglers operations augmented by pirate raiders. In addition to preying on ISME shipping, the illegal commodities: slaves, pharmaceuticals, raw materials and artifacts represented a source of funding for criminals, anarchists, and revolutionaries. 

Adaks' presence on Chelebra was quite illegal. Some might argue unethical but Gamarans in general found the concept of ethics to be extremely specious and of dubious merit. Those with advantage took advantage, this was one of the guiding principles of the universe and fairly evident. The fact that the IC was imposing its' 'ethics' on any other group was proof of the Advantage Principle. The humans had fought a brief, vicious war with Gamara nearly twenty cycles ago – one hundred Galactic Standard years – and won. They had the advantage and used it. It was the way things were – nothing more or less. Adak didn't like it but he did accept it. 

This human, Vera, was intriguing. Who was she? Was there a reward or ransom to be earned by her return? Was anyone looking for her? She was quite a physical specimen for a human woman and reminded him of the Imperial Assault Clones that he'd encountered many years ago. They were ruthless and thorough as they invaded the smuggler's redoubt that he'd help found. He'd escaped from those unstoppable, relentless bitches but only after he'd blown the base of operations and the asteroid housing it. The memory of those heavily armed warriors easily breaching the defensive perimeter and penetrating the redoubt still caused his flesh to crawl. 

Yes, he'd escaped but his partners weren't so fortunate. Of course, if he'd known that his escape route would bring him to this technological backwater with inhabitants who were barely out of the stone age; perhaps he wasn't so fortunate after all! The Great Scaled Beast alone knew that he'd suffered here looking for opportunity! The Great Scaled Beast also had a sense of humor and probably appreciated the ironies as well as the opportunities that he faced here on Chelebra. 

There were questions about this 'Vera'; he would seek those answers when he returned to his crèche. He had business to attend to, commodities to collect, and deals to be made.



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One magic moment folded into another while Estella lay with Dravo listening to sounds of the night and the river flowing swiftly below. She caressed his chest and watched the starry skies. She remembered similar times with her beloved Proko, lying together after a sweaty tryst. Estella was savoring this time with this man. She was making plans for their future. She hoped that he'd be agreeable to her proposal. When he woke she'd fuck him like she did when she was a teenager and he was the fierce, proud, young headsman of the High Valley Clan! Thinking about those wild nights so long ago made her wet. She bit his nipple lightly, might as well wake him now.

Dravo was watching as the nearby hills took on a rosy tinge. Dawn wasn't far off and the trek to Estella's domain would continue. He was as anxious as she to be out of this hostile domain. He felt good but not particularly rested. He'd be ready to hit the trail but fucking all night was poor preparation for action. Hopefully, there'd be no excitement or surprises.

"Dravo, have you given any thought about what the future holds?" Estella was fully awake and looking at him. 

"Do you mean in the next few hours?"

She poked his ribs, "No, I mean in the coming years!"

"I would prefer to survive the next few hours first and worry about the 'coming' years when and if I survive." He smiled.

"If you haven't given any thought about what you'll be doing in the next few years then you'd be a poor leader and a fool. You are neither."

"It appears to me, my good Lady Estella, that you've given enough thought about my next few years for both of us!"

"What if I have?"

"I would most grateful if you informed me about the role I'm assigned in these 'plans'."

She was silent. Dravo began to wonder about what she had to say. He said: "Unless, of course, I'm not part of those plans, and this past evenings pleasures shall be useless labor."

She snorted: "The present is past and the future is now. Is that not how the seers tell it? Your 'labors' are past and your fatigue is now!" 

"My lady, do you imply that our recent couplings mean naught to you? Am I merely one of your passing fancies? Just an evening of lust and sweat to be forgotten in the first dawn's light?" He snickered. 

She turned his face to hers and spoke softly: "Dravo, last night meant more to me than you can ever guess. Your caresses touched my body and moved my soul! No one since my Lord Proko has ever taken me to the passionate places we visited last night! I well and truly enjoyed myself and you yestereve!"

Dravo snuggled her closer, saying: "Well, now that's been settled perhaps we can have a repeat performance! I am more that ready to sail your ship to those exotic places and some where you haven't been. You rather inspire me in that regard!" He rolled on top of her and smiled: "I've been known to be quite inspirational in my own fashion!" 

Her face was calm and neutral, her eyes shone. "Let me finish explaining 'our next few years', yes?"

"All right." He was more than a little puzzled. He thought that he'd figured this one out. 

He'd better listen carefully.

She began: "No one in the history of the Clans is more highly regarded than yourself; you've brought peace and trade throughout the land and not only the Clans that you influence. You've dealt with the lowlanders beyond the lake when they tried to conquer the Lake Clans. Even the Desert and High Mountain Folk are better off because of your influence!"

Dravo snorted: "Only by sheer chance and luck, my lady, I can assure you!"

"Let me finish," she poked him, "thank you. You are a legend among our people, Dravo, whether you like it or not. You have a deep and abiding legacy from the years you ruled for your brother's son, Tragon. You set a good example and he is a fine leader. Our lands and peoples will prosper and flourish under his guidance."

"Is there a point to all this, or are you going to compliment me to death? Oww!" She'd poked him again, harder.

"My point is Lord Dravo Asta, that your rebirth or rejuvenation is a fact and while it is wonderful for you, it presents quite a problem for all the Clan leaders, Tragon and myself in particular. You didn't die and from the looks of things, you're going to be around for a good while. You have too much prestige and no inclination to be sitting around a village, reminiscing. You're too virile to be womanless and too wise to waste. You're not about to spend your days planting your seed between every set of fertile and willing loins in the realm!"

He chuckled, "There are worse fates for an old warrior, be sure of that!"

She replied, "Without a responsible parent or the familial ties of marriage spreading the seed is a useless and irresponsible endeavor. I know you agree, that was one of your guiding principles. It has helped bring the peace and prosperity that we enjoy today." 

She continued: "Dravo, you need to lead a Clan or Clans. You can't take the High Valley, Low Valley and Low Mountain Clans back from Tragon. The River Clans are well ruled by your sons. You could lead a force and conquer the Desert or the High Mountain Clans or both. With the Vera woman at your side I have no doubt that you could accomplish this but you are not of the Desert Clan and the High Mountain folk hate you as much as they fear you. My proposal is that you agree to marry my daughter, Amalla, headwoman of the East Lake Clan."

Dravo blinked but said nothing. 

She laughed. "The great Lord Dravo Asto is speechless!" She rolled up and over onto his chest, nipple to nipple. "Her man, Nuvamma, was slain a moon cycle ago during a masa hunt. We had just finished his burial when I left to meet your caravan at Suraballas village." She got a faraway look in her eyes and sighed. "He was brave and strong but a bit thick for a headman; not a true leader. Only a true leader can assume the mantle of my realm. It needs to grow with guidance and wisdom in the coming years. Amalla needs a good man as well as a true leader to partner with when she takes over my title." 

Dravo stared at her silently. 

Estella continued: "I have complete faith in her ability and judgement. She'll be a good, perhaps a great leader." She sighed heavily. "But I would spare her the frustration and distraction of searching for another mate, even if it means that I would have to forgo a relationship with a man such as yourself." 

"You assume that she'll have me for a mate."

"I assume nothing! She and I spent the better part of two years searching for a suitable husband. She would be honored, no, thrilled, to be Dravo Asta's mate. Any woman in the realm would be proud to bear your children! Know this, my good Lord of the Blood: If I were of childbearing years, I would not be offering my daughter and throne; I would be making you my own." She grinned suggestively and said: "Perhaps you and I would enjoy a tryst from time to time. Especially when she is heavy with child and not inclined to fuck you dry." 

"You would be my concubine?"

"You can have as many as you'd like, you know that."

"You're being quite generous in your 'old age'.

She responded by licking his nipple and rubbing her pussy on his shaft. "Generosity has limits that my hot cunt does not." She kissed him and continued to hump his cock. Her hot cunt was wet as well. He felt the delicious tang of arousal flooding his senses. 



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At dawn one of the warriors untangled himself from Vera's leg and moved off in the direction of the river. The other two were still snoring away, wrapped happily around her. She was going to have to pee soon but for now she savored being well fucked by these horny monkey folk. She could hear Dravo and Estella starting the day right. Those two had paired off when she became the recipient of the mating dance. What a night! She'd serviced ten or eleven of these warriors, enjoying continuous orgasms. She wondered if she'd always been like this or if she'd ever had wild, hot sex in her previous life. Her attempts to probe her memories nearly always ended with the mysterious voice in her mind requesting [PASSWORD]. She was going to have to discover or remember this [PASSWORD] or else her previous life and control of those godlike powers she'd experienced would be an unpredictable event. Right now she needed to pee and something to eat. It was going to be a long days march to the lakeside village of Suraballa. 

Asawa, recently returned from scouting the rear, was at the river washing and refreshing himself after the long night's mission. He was glad to see Vera once again and they renewed their friendship on a flat rock beside the river. She enjoyed the one on one with the wiry scout and he soon had his face buried in her muff licking and tasting her clit while she sucked him off. Not a bad way to start the day. When they'd finished making the other tremble and explode with desire, Asawa sought out Dravo. He had to report. Dravo and Estella listened in post-coital silence as he related the events of his night's travel. 

"There were seven in the group heading into Davama's domain: six of the Bandit Clan and the large purple one who deals in slaves and strong poisons."

"Adak!" Estella hissed as she sprang to her feet! She called for her guard captain, Makella. "That vile Gamaran pervert has been spotted in the hills north of here. I want a force of twelve warriors to accompany me. You will lead this group back to my domain. I will lead the force to kill Adak myself.!" She turned to Dravo and Asawa. "I would be extremely in your debt if either of you would accompany me on this quest." She bowed her head.

Dravo spoke. "Let me first say that you are most beautiful when you are angry!" He smiled and continued: "Lady Estella, both of us would be honored to be among the warriors in your guard. I would first ask you to reconsider this course of action. 

This Adak has quite a head start on us" (he shot Asawa a glance who nodded) "and only he knows where he is going. We are assuming that he's headed to Davama's lair and it's probably a good assumption but what are we to do if his group reaches the lair first? The hill folk, disorganized as they are, will still put up quite a fight and I would much rather have a larger force to divide and confuse them. If they traveled all night along the river, they will have a substantial head start. I'm reluctant to jeopardize anyone's life at this point; there have been enough of our folk killed on this mission. We have dead to honor and bury, as do you. Besides, I'll be late for my wedding." 

Nodding reluctantly, she turned and faced the direction of Davama's lair. "That wily bastard has managed to thwart my every attempt to bring him in! You're right, I should wait and plot a more likely plan to capture him."

Dravo put a hand on her shoulder, saying, "I will help you, Lady Estella, but only after Salema is safely escorted to your village. I don't know this 'Adak', but I've met more than a few of those purple rascals! They always bear watching! You can fill me in on his crimes while we finish the trek to your territory."

The trek north and east to the slopes of the sacred volcano, Chulleva, was a major undertaking on minor planning. Adak hoped that he'd not regret making the decision to visit the crash site of the human woman, Vera. He knew, though, that he would regret not making the trek when he had the advantage that this opportunity afforded him. No gain was possible without some risk; the greater the gain, the higher the risk! That was basic Gamaran philosophy and morality. The advantage he strove for was worth more than the inconvenience and expense that this journey was costing him. He'd let Moprello lead the caravan of slaves and contraband back down the mountain to his redoubt in the river marshes near Estella's village. He'd rather have Moprello with him but there was no one else he could trust to take the slaves to his lair. So when he made the decision to trek northward into Tragon's High Valley domains he'd been able to recruit a guide from Davama's folk at the redoubt. That was fortunate because he'd also decided that time was of the essence. He had to find out anything he could about this woman and the key would be in the spacecraft that she'd arrived in. It had crashed west and north of the High Valley Clan's village -- Tragon's territory. He didn't relish sneaking into that one's domain; Tragon would have no interest selling any of his slaves. He would probably try to kill him if he were discovered in his territory, Estella had pronounced the death sentence on him. Most of these monkey folk had a profound sense of honor and decency; two traits that were not good for business. 

What a tale the High Mountain bandits told! The blonde woman, Vera, breaking free of her bonds to run amok; slaying a couple of dozen warriors of the High Mountain Clan and the Desert Clan she'd encountered on the path down the mountain. Apparently this Dravo Asta had launched a surprise attack and rescued both the human woman and Salema -- Tragon's daughter -whom the High Mountain folk had abducted. Dravo and the human woman had really torn those folks a new one! Adak was lucky that they hadn't freed all the merchandise, slaves, when they attacked. 

They were still burying the dead from the initial carnage and the subsequent dustup that Estella had put on them when Adak reached the redoubt. One of Davama's surviving lieutenants had assumed command and related the tale to him. What he told Adak convinced him that his first impression of the Vera woman was correct: she was either an imperial battle clone or some bio-enhanced derivative. Regardless, it was worth the risk to gain an advantage over her. She was worth enough to get him off this dung heap of a planet. Certainly she was worth more than enough to procure a ship and some larger opportunities. First, though, he had to find the spacecraft. His guide, Pollado, was so confident that he'd deferred his fee until they found the vessel. He claimed to have visited the site. Adak would find out soon enough how much truth there was in the primate's story. In the meantime, the rains flooded the low valleys and made the passage on the high trails precarious indeed! He'd risked much with this gambit, he hoped the rewards were worth it.

The rains started shortly after they broke camp and started the journey south. It rained harder as the day wore on. The river rose and blocked parts of the trail. They waded through some shallow fast running water till the party was at the base of a cliff. 

Asawa and Roga conferred with Dravo and Estella. 

Asawa said, "The river level could easily rise and put us in danger."

Estella snorted: "I would venture to say, young scout, that we are already in danger since we're cut off from the trail." She was sorry that she snapped at him but she needed options, not assessments!

"Not if we climb this cliff face. There is a high trail through the pass that we can take and avoid this flooding." 

"When will we arrive at Suballa's village?" 

Asawa shrugged, "Sometime late tomorrow." 

She touched his arm and smiled ruefully, "It's not as if we have much choice."

"No m'lady, we don't."

Dravo turned to Roga; "Will we need rope? This looks sheer to me." 

"No, m'lord, there's some trees to climb and a couple of rock falls to scale."

Asawa spoke to Estella, "M'lady, there is some shelter for Salema and yourself at the trail head. It will take most of the day to get there, especially with this rain." 

"We'd best get started."

The party scaled the cliff face quite easily and made its way to the summit trail. The eastern shores of the Great Lake were visible from the trailhead. Everyone looked out at the enormous river valley and the lake beyond. The view was spectacular even though the rain continued and there was some cloud cover. They followed the trail for some time until Roga indicated that there was suitable place to spend the night -- a rock overhang that was large enough for several people. Salema and her guards used that for shelter while tents were pitched along the trail. 

Estella sought out Vera and invited her to sleep in her tent. Vera accepted and climbed inside; there was room for both of them but no others. Estella used her firekit to light a candle and offered Vera some spongeleaves. They dried off and unwrapped the bedrolls. These had been stowed in oilskins so the bedding, at least, was dry. Outside the rain continued to drum on the oiled skin of the tent. A small waterfall was washing part of the trail out next to the tent. 

Estella extinguished the candle when they'd finished drying off. She snuggled close to Vera and stroked the smooth stomach and thighs of the larger woman. They'd removed their clothing and hung it to dry from the tent poles. She kissed and sucked Vera's nipple as her hand worked it's way to Vera's sex. Vera squirmed as Estella's fingers teased her clit and stroked the lips of her cunt. Estella firmly bit the nipple as Vera gasped and writhed. She was panting and sliding a finger up Estella's ass. Estella's tail stroked Vera's back and ass.

They soon passed the point of no return. Vera came as lightning flashed overhead. Estella was right behind her. 

Vera awoke while someone, Estella, teased and sucked her clit. The rain beat a tatoo on the tent as Estella licked that tasty slit. Vera put her foot against Estella's hot, wet cunt. She humped away on the big toe as her tail wrapped around Vera's ankle.Vera bucked against that tongue and let herself go, coming and coming on the monkey-queen's tongue. She felt Estella's cunt grip her big toe tightly as the monkey-woman found release.