Banished Pt. 17

As she returned to my side, however, I took ahold of the water line, and as I gestured to her, we swapped places, and I began to shower water over her body as she began to wash herself as well.

I licked my lips as I observed her shapely form and the erotic sight of water upon her skin, glistening slightly.

She stepped out of the shower area as soon as she was done, but as she moved to retrieve her clothing, I stopped her, and she eyed me carefully as I moved to my knees in front of her, my eyes locked firmly onto her stomach.

My child was growing inside of there, but in all likelihood, one I would never come to know, and as I leaned forward, I planted a kiss there.

"Mmh. Your affection is desired, Nathan, but we are watched," Gisela said, a little worriedly, and as I looked up at her, I smiled mischievously.

"I know," I said, kissing her again, and as I moved the kiss a little lower, Gisela's knees seemed to buckle, and she grasped onto the nearby table for support.

"You will have me even so?" she asked, and I nodded.

"I desire it. I desire you," I said, and she made a soft thrilling sound as I planted a kiss against the bare skin just above her sex.

She lifted a leg, almost as if by instinct, and I crept under her, allowing her to drape the leg over my shoulder as I drank in the sight of her delectable slit.

I had seen some amazing things since I came to this world, but none seemed to enthrall me so much as the sight of her thin glistening lips, slightly parted with a hint of wetness, and the perfect little rosebud of her clit.

I looked up into her eyes as I leaned in and planted a soft but pressing kiss onto her sex, smearing my lips across hers before extending my tongue and drawing it out widely across her lips, licking her all the way from her entrance to the clit, and slurping up the delicious nectar of her juices as I did.

Her knees seemed to buckle, and the long growl that my onslaught evoked was sure to have alerted Astrid to our shenanigans.

Nevertheless, I continued to lick and suck Gisela's mound, desperate to taste every drop of her juices, eager to explore every fold of her pussy lips, and determined to send pleasurable jolts through every sensuous nerve.

I was determined to give this woman the oral experience of a lifetime, and I smiled as she brought a hand to her mouth, trying in vain to muffle her whimpering moans, her breasts swaying as her chest heaved with every pant.

"Nathan! The pleasure overwhelms me!" she cried out, and as I felt her body shudder in my arms, an orgasm evidently imminent, I buried my tongue into her clit, and began to flick her almost maniacally, and as she came, her hips began to thrust, and I eased the intensity of my licking, instead pleasuring her through her orgasm, and lapping up the flood of juices that her climax produced.

Eventually, she slumped down, collapsing into me, and as I plopped down, supporting her as she rested her head against my chest, panting, I turned and caught the sight of Astrid just beyond the doorframe, a wild look in her eyes, and her own breathing seemingly uneven.

She blushed as she caught my gaze on her, seeming unsure of what to do, until she shook off the momentary stupor and approached.

"A sight came to me," she finally said, frowning a little, and as Gisela looked up at her, a slightly embarrassed look on her face, I nodded.

"What did you see?" I asked, and she let out a sigh.

"The way forward," she answered ambiguously, and as I tilted my head at her, she continued; "though I do not understand it."

I studied her, waiting for an explanation, but before she could explain further, the door to the room behind us opened, and Miriam stepped into the room, shooting me a teasing smile.

"Your understanding is limited by your lack of reference," Miriam said, and I smirked a little.

You speak English now? I thought, and to my surprise, she glanced at me, and nodded.

"Yes, my sweet. Even in slumber, I have not been idle; but the uttering is without practice."

"You will guide me, will you not?" she asked, projecting the question to my mind, and I nodded.

Of course, I answered, smiling.

Gisela seemed to go into a momentary panic as she heard the princess' approach, and she quickly grabbed up her clothes, and began to dress; but as Miriam caught sight of her, she merely shot the girl an amused grin.

"What reference do I lack?" Astrid asked defensively, and Miriam looked her over, a disapproving expression on her face.

"How a lover's embrace can soothe the chaos of the heart," Miriam answered. "You will learn, though," she added, before returning her attention to me and offering me her hand.

I took it into my own and brought the limb to my face, nuzzling it a little, before rising.

I missed you, I thought, and she smiled.

"Such a thing is unnecessary. I watched over you every step of the way," she said into my mind.

As she finished speaking, she turned to Gisela who seemed to be slinking away into a corner.

"If it pleases you, will you cloak mein Götze? Or do you require his part be rendered visible that all will know it as well," Miriam asked teasingly, and Gisela's face went flush, as she grabbed up my clothes and quickly helped dress me.

"All? You will take him from his treatment?" Astrid asked, a scowling look on her face, but Miriam merely waved away the protest.

"His treatment is insufficient. The body heals, but his wound lingers; I will instruct you on how to properly tend to it," Miriam said, her tone seemingly indifferent to the anger that her words evoked in Astrid.

"You princesses are all the same. Believing yourselves better by virtue of birthright!"

Miriam shook her head, clicking her tongue in disapproval.

"I forgave your insufficiency in attending to my love, because the fault lay in your instruction. But do not assume that I will continue to allow your provocations without retaliation," the princess said.

There was just the slightest hint of warning in her tone, and Astrid swallowed uncomfortably, remaining quiet as she did.

Satisfied that she'd made her point, Miriam turned to me and smiled, gesturing to me to follow.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Gisela also seemed to be a little worried too, but it was Astrid who answered; to my surprise.

"Your God-kin; Raul, has recreated the baths of Kleiner Hein, at Alva's direction."

I tilted my head at this.

"Isn't he in training?" I asked, and Gisela shook her head.

"It was decided that he would see to the protection of this grove in your absence," she explained, and I nodded.

Not that it matters anyway, I reminded myself. I mean, it's not like I really needed all of my best fighters to come along just to watch me die.

I chuckled a little at the thought, and Miriam tutted at me, prompting me to study her a bit.

Gisela is carrying my baby, I thought, and she stopped, turning to study the girl with interest, and as Gisela caught where her gaze was directed, she began to blush.

"My lady, I-"

Miriam quickly dismissed the protest.

"She will make a fine advisor to our little one," Miriam countered, and Gisela nodded, though still blushing a bit.

As we exited the tree, I took a deep breath of the fresh outdoor air, and noted that I had been correct about the hour, as while it was already dark, enough Kobalt were still going about their business that I was fairly certain that darkness had only just recently fallen.

"Nate!"

I turned around at the call and spotted Sheila approaching me.

"You're awake! You're alright! Oh, thank god," she said.

She was coming at me so quick, I thought she was going to leap into me for a hug, but she pulled to a stop, a little awkwardly, just in front of me, and I gestured to her that it was okay to proceed.

She gave me a little squeeze, then furrowed her brow.

"I'm so sorry- we had no idea that Ethan was gonna-"

"It's fine; he must have been planning this for a long time," I said, and she frowned.

"I know. I'm just... I'm so sorry that this happened. You're a really good guy, Nate..."

"No better than anyone else," I countered. "How is everyone else doing? Is anyone having problems adjusting?"

She quickly shook her head.

"Not really. The guys have been working on some kind of construction project thing; Blair is with the fighters most of the time. And I joined up with the medical team, with Samantha," she explained. "Sometimes, it feels like hardly anyone's really talking to us, but... it's not like we don't understand why. I mean, as part of the medical team, I saw just how bad the aftermath of that battle was. So, I think everyone understands," she said.

"I see. Well hopefully things will get better when we get Cameron back. Honestly, the faster we get this whole fiasco over with, the better for everyone."

Sheila smiled, nodding; but I noted the princess was eyeing me with a teasing look.

"Fraulin; have my sweet taken to the baths and prepared for me," Miriam said.

Gisela bowed, leading me off, but as I glanced back, I caught the princess whispering to Sheila, who was staring at me intently as she listened.

I tried to get a gauge on what was being said, but I was quickly whisked through the entry hall of the nearby grove tree and out of sight.

Gisela led me down the hallway to the stairs, but as we began to climb, I noted that we were going further up than I expected.

We came to the eighth floor, I think it was, when we finally headed off to the corridor, and as I glanced around, I found that most of the rooms were empty as I expected, until we came to a large open space which had been outfitted with around ten medium size hot-tub styled baths, and with lots of changing rooms attached along the outer rings of the area.

"Wow," I breathed, slightly taken aback by the unexpected sight, and Gisela beamed.

"Alva brought forth the suggestion, but it was the princess who eventually pushed through bringing the concept into reality," she explained. "She reasoned that a place of comfort would be required as the seed-bearers bring forth the new life to sustain our budding garden, and help it flourish into an orchard."

I felt a strange tightness in my chest, but quickly dismissed it from my mind.

Gisela led me to one of the rooms where I was changed into a bathrobe similarly styled to the ones we'd used in Kleiner Hein, but to my surprise, the material was a different, softer, more comfortable kind of fabric.

"What is this called?" I asked, gesturing at the material.

"The robe?"

"What's it made from?" I clarified, and she nodded.

"Cherub-weed."

I rubbed my chin.

"Is this something we can cultivate?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Yes, but... the preparation method requires specialized retainers."

Come to think of it, there were a lot of seeds available via the catalog that would allow us to produce our own garments eventually.

And maybe we could even find ways to expedite the process using our cores.

I made a mental note to pass on the information to Casey, so that she could guide my successor to properly utilize the idea.

Gisela led me back to the baths, but as we walked past the tubs closest to our rooms, I suddenly noted that there were tubs closer to the outer wall, which allowed me to gaze outside at the cluster below.

A hot tub with a view, I thought with some amusement.

The water, however, was anything but hot, though given that the air always seemed hot and stuffy, these cool water baths really did hit the spot.

As I settled in, however, a stream of Kobalt girls seemed to be entering the room, and Astrid scowled a little.

"This is her doing," she grumbled, and I eyed her.

"Is this what you foresaw?" I asked, and she waved a hand.

"In a less specific manner, yes."

"What do you mean?" I pressed.

"The future can be told in many ways; sights, sounds, even a touch. This premonition was one of feeling, Nathan. Of what you will be made to feel; and I do not approve."

I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that, but as the girls began to disappear into the various changing stations around the room, I caught sight of Miriam entering the chamber with Sheila in tow, their arms linked, and Miriam beaming as Sheila looked around with an expression that was equal parts amazed and overwhelmed.

I bit my lip nervously, and Astrid made that sucking sound through her teeth.

"She is being too much! What good will come from such needless carousing and indulgence!"

I smiled to myself, however, as if these really were to be the final days of my life, maybe a little bit of revelry was in order.

"I hope my princess isn't pushing you around too much," I said, as Sheila approached, and she smiled.

"I'll admit, she's a hard woman to refuse, but I am here out of my own curiosity. I mean, I knew that you were the leader of your group, but I had no idea that that extended to king of an entire people."

"I'm not their king," I began-

"Not yet, but soon," Miriam assured the girl, and she eyed me, offering me a little curtsey.

"To think, I'd been rescued by a real-life prince charming. Maybe these fairy tales I've been promised are true after all," she said, and I chuckled.

If they were true, Cameron would be beside me... I began thinking, before quickly shaking my head and burying the thought.

Miriam shot me a quick look, before gesturing to Sheila to step into the bath, accompanying her as she did.

"Mein future king is a kind one, though his consideration often keeps him from shedding the weariness of war. What is your opinion on this?" Miriam asked. "After the flesh heals, should a warrior not seek the comfort of a lover to soothe the anguish of the essence?"

Sheila blushed a little, nodding.

"He should," she agreed, licking her lips absently as her eyes locked onto my own gaze.

"You'd better tread carefully," I warned Sheila. "If you allow yourself to be swayed by her silky words, you might find yourself in trouble."

"I see what you mean. He is reluctant," Sheila said to Miriam, and the two women shared a conspiratorial look, before Sheila moved towards me. "Unless, there's someone else you prefer?" she added, eyeing me a little, and as I dismissed another thought about Cameron, I shook my head, fixing my eyes onto hers.

She was a pretty girl with dirty-blonde hair, much like Cameron's, and also a slightly matured look that told me she was a slight bit older than the early twenties look that most of the others seemed to have.

As my eyes flicked to her bust, I noted that there was no lack in that department, and her body had all of the curves of a woman in the ripest child-bearing years of her life.

My eyes came to rest on her stomach; it was flat, much like everyone else's, given the way our bodies seemed to mold into perfect versions of our earth selves, but I found myself fantasizing that there was a bump there, with a child of our own growing within.

Miriam gestured to Gisela, and said something rapidly in their tongue, and the girl nodded, before heading hurriedly away.

"I don't want you thinking that you need to do this kind of thing to earn your stay here," I began, and Sheila smiled.

"Is that how you view women? Helpless little creatures that desperately want to please you in the hopes that you'll offer us protection?"

"No- I just mean-"

She pressed a finger to my lips, cutting me off.

"I imagined doing this from the moment we met," she said. "Do you think I was thinking about you as a safety net back then? You were a red flag; a dangerous unknown. But those things have a way of stirring desires too..." she finished, resting a hand against my cheek as she climbed onto my lap, straddling me.

She was being forward...

Almost too forward.

I knew she'd been pushing to talk to me at every opportunity, even back then, but I began to wonder if this was Miriam's influence at play here.

But as I looked over at her, she smiled.

"Her desires are her own," she said, speaking into my mind, and I nodded, leaning into Sheila, and pressing my forehead against hers.

Cameron...

Would I ever again know her touch?

I drowned the thought with a tentative kiss; a kiss which Sheila eagerly returned, and she wrapped her arms around me as we kissed.

I slipped a hand up the front of her robe, bringing it to rest on a smooth thigh, and as I caressed the curves along her hips and sides, my mind wandered again to Cameron's body.

Almost instinctively, I moved my hand, palm facing outward, to her stomach, and as it slinked across the toned but flat surface there, I felt a slight twang in my chest.

"Believe it or not, I remember there being a bit more flab there," she said, breaking the kiss, and I chuckled.

"I believe you. My body probably didn't know what muscular tone looked like until I came here."

She took my hand, and moved it up to cup one of the fleshy mounds on her chest.

"Did it know what breasts like these felt like?" she teased, and I snickered.

"On earth? No," I admitted, and she smiled.

"I see. So, here has been a different story?" she asked, and I nodded, a little sheepishly, but she quickly shrugged off the sentiment, leaning in for another kiss.

As we kissed, however, the rest of the girls seemed to be filing into the tubs around us, and I quickly noted that many eyes were glued to us.

Sheila took a quick look around, and bit her lip.

"Is this gonna turn into one of those wild orgies?" she asked, and I shrugged, but the princess moved to sit beside us at this.

"They are here to fulfill any desire, should it be required of a god or goddess," Miriam explained, and Sheila bit her lip.

"Do any of them specialize in giving backrubs?" she asked, but even as the question seemed to be given in jest, Miriam raised a hand, and one of the girls quickly came over.

She whispered to her, and the girl nodded, moving into position behind Sheila.

"Your robe, high one," Miriam said, and Sheila allowed the girl to slip her covering over her shoulders, revealing her naked form in earnest.

She met my gaze with a teasing smile, then then let out a long, satisfied moan as the girl began to massage her back.

"May I?" Miriam asked, and as I nodded, she helped me to scoot forward just a bit, and she snaked her petite frame into position behind me, wrapping her arms around my front as she did.

Her hands, however, wandered into the open front of my robe, and as she began to stroke me, I caught Sheila's eyes cast downward, studying my part with interest.

"Never had sex in a tub before; I always thought the idea seemed impractical," she said.

"Now that you mention it, I guess I haven't done it either," I said, and she smiled.

She shot a look at Miriam, then eased herself up a little, and I let out a soft moan as her breasts came to my lips, and I took one into my mouth, and suckled the tit.

They were a bit larger than Cameron's, with areolas that made wider circles, and a nipple that didn't quite stick out perkily the way Cameron's did.

As I suckled her, however, I felt my cock being positioned, and without much of a fuss, she began to lower herself onto me, her body shuddering in my arms as she took me all the way in.

I moved my arms from her hips to the base of her back, nuzzling my face between her breasts as I did, and Sheila wrapped her arms around my head, cradling me.

But the feeling, while pleasurable, only made me long for Cameron's embrace, and I silently cursed every night that I spent doing anything other than nestling myself inside of her, and sharing with her those moments of orgasmic bliss.

"This too, shall pass," Miriam said into my mind. "But until it does, lose yourself a little. Enjoy the sensation of another, and plant the seed of an affection that might yet flourish into something useful."