Healing the Bloodlands

Up to this point, Emma had been replicating what she'd received, but encouraged by Sarah's writhing, she went off book. She swapped her tongue and fingers, driving her tongue between Sarah's folds into her pussy as deeply as she could reach. Her fingers, soaked with Sarah's slick juices, went to Sarah's clit, rubbing it in circles one direction and then the other.

Sarah's orgasm was racing up on her and she knew it was going to be the biggest she'd ever had. She wanted to hold off as long as she could, enjoy this overpowering pleasure for hours, but she had no power to hold back the freight train that was her climax. "Emma," Sarah moaned. She'd started to say Emma's name to warn her what was coming...her, but once the word was out, all she could do was call her lover's name over and over as she rose higher and higher.

"Sarah," Emma gasped, pulling her tongue back long enough to utter the name before driving her tongue deep again and finding that spot Sarah had hit so easily.

If hitting her g-spot hadn't sent Sarah over the edge, hearing her name would have. She flicked out her tongue, still tasting Emma on her lips and it was better than any time she'd done it before. Sarah was sure she was covering this beautiful woman's face with her cum, but Emma didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, she was lapping at Sarah's pussy and rubbing Sarah's clit as if it were the pump supplying her mouth with the blessed liquid. And her orgasm kept going. Each time she thought she'd crested the final wave, another would hit her. Her self-made orgasms had never lasted more than a second or two. It was hard to keep herself going while coming apart, but that was exactly what Emma seemed Hell bent on doing.

As a final, insurmountable wave hit Sarah, she sat bolt upright, inadvertently pulling herself from Emma's face. She gasped for air before falling back onto the mattress, tears streaming from eyes that stared blankly at the ceiling. Her shoulder burned again, but she barely noticed. She was lost. Unable to focus on anything but her breathing just to keep doing it. The tingling and thudding of her orgasm was still racing through every nerve as if she'd never truly come down from the cloud she'd landed on.

The first thing Sarah became aware of was Emma's face, her beautiful, glistening face looking down at her. Emma's expression was concerned and she was asking Sarah something, but the words didn't seem to form coherent sentences. A giant grin spread across Sarah's face as she watched the woman who had brought her this much bliss.

"Are you okay?" Emma asked again, some of the fear in her face dissipating with Sarah's goofy grin.

"I've never been this okay in my life," Sarah breathed. Emma returned the grin and ducked her head to kiss Sarah. For the first time, Sarah tasted herself on another woman's lips and felt the buzzing in her body intensify for a second before returning to the dull rumble it had become.

Emma watched her lover for another minute before her grin lifted to one side. "You know, how are we supposed to sleep together when you're on top of the covers, huh?"

Sarah chuckled. She'll be here in the morning, she reminded herself again. Her chest ached in a way that had nothing to do with her shoulder. She let Emma help her slide under the sheets and remove the torn blouse from her damaged arm. After tossing the shirt aside, Emma slipped under the covers with her lover, curling up on Sarah's left side with a contented sigh. She was asleep before the end of the sound.

Sarah pulled the sleeping woman tighter against her. No, she had never been this okay in her life.

Scene 6

Sarah woke to the wonderful and foreign feel of a body in bed next to her. A naked body, twined with her own. Emma's body. Thank you, Sarah prayed. She'd made a promise after all and thanks could be a prayer, right? She supposed there had to be more to praying than just asking. That seemed rude and shouldn't there be a prayer for when your prayers were answered. She pulled the sleeping woman in to place a short kiss on her forehead. Emma mumbled happily in her sleep, but showed no signs of waking. So, Sarah simply repositioned the small woman against her body and thought.

The first thoughts to play through her mind were memories of the night before, of Emma's body, what she'd done to that body, and what it had done to her. Those thoughts, however, were going to get Sarah all sorts of horny and that was not what Emma needed right now. The poor woman needed sleep and lots of it.

So, Sarah turned her thoughts to the people outside this room. There was still so much that had to be done. The constables would have raided the Bloodlands last night and they would likely return today to inform the Weatherlys of the fate of the previous masters. The constables had given no indication that they planned to arrest Sarah for her part in the blood bath that was likely raging across her homeland. Though to be honest, they showed little indication that they fully believed her story either. Would they ride up on the eight dead bodies Sarah and the servants had killed or had the other masters already come to retrieve their dead? Had her kills already become fertilizer?

Those thoughts were simply getting too dark. She kissed the top of Emma's head again and turned to the slightly lighter and much more difficult topic of what they were going to do now. Assuming she didn't go to prison, and assuming the heads of the Bloodlands did, that left her to solve seven thousand acres of untillable, infertile soil.

"Fertilizer!" Sarah blurted, jostling the woman in her arm.

"Huh?" Emma groaned, rolling over and trying to bury her face in the crook of Sarah's arm to escape the sounds that were waking her up.

"In my entire life, I never saw my father use fertilizer nor have I used it since he died. None of the families have. The soil didn't need it. We've never done shit for the land, literally. So when the 'blood magic' or whatever the Hell you want to call this fey thing runs out, the land has nothing going for it. The only reason I even know about fertilizer is reading about it in Ranald's library." Sarah was sitting up now, ready to leap from the bed and go yell her findings to the world. Well, maybe put on clothes and then announce her findings to the world.

"What kind of idiot doesn't fertilize?" Emma mumbled. Sarah couldn't help but smile down at the woman who never would have said that if she were fully awake.

"Rich asshole idiots who can murder once a century rather than touch poop once a season." Sarah replied.

Emma opened her eyes slowly, Sarah's continued talking was making it hard for her to stay asleep and words like asshole and murder were making the task impossible.

Sarah continued, "Of course animal blood didn't work because it's not actually fertilizer, but I'll bet you anything those idiots never even tried real fertilizer. That's why Ranald said we don't have the knowledge or the tools to do what the fey do. Not because we need magic, but because without magic we'd actually have to work hard. Who uses the mundane stuff when you have magic."

"Wait," Emma said, finally catching up with the conversation. "You think we can fix the Bloodlands with the same techniques my family used on the farm growing up?"

A bright and scheming smile spread across Sarah's face, "With my book knowledge and your actual knowledge, yes, I think we can."

The day blurred by as the crowded house tried to get everything done and find something to do all at the same time. These hands had so rarely been idle and the kitchen could only have so many cooks. In this case, the saying held true literally and the house was soon completely out of food. Too many people were doing exactly what they did best.

A funeral was held for Lily in the morning and every servant attended. Morning was the time for the innocent to be laid to rest. Those who actually knew her gave a short eulogy while those who had seen her die performed the cremation ritual. Most had never seen someone die and it was uncle Arthur who instructed the process. He had been there when his brother Tim Weatherly died. They'd been hunting when he'd stepped on a nest of ground hornets and been stung to death. Arthur had heard the screaming and run to find Tim, but the hornets had moved on by the time he reached his dying brother. Tim left everything to Sarah as his dying wish and Arthur respected his brother's wishes regardless of his ability to keep silent and inherit the Bloodlands' fertile soil as the next male heir. As far as Sarah could tell, her uncle had never bemoaned his lesser wealth and had treated Sarah as a daughter since that day.

Sarah couldn't help but think of her father's funeral as she watched the flames climb up the wooden pyre to lick at the body resting upon it. She wondered if the sixteen-year-old girl who had attended that funeral could have done what she had done only two nights before. Glancing to her right, Sarah looked at the beautiful woman she'd taken to bed the night before and wondered if sixteen-year-old Sarah could have imagined that night either. This is a funeral, Sarah, getting horny is so far from okay.

After the funeral feast, of which there was plenty, Sarah and Emma interviewed all of the servants about their knowledge of fertilizer and their master's use of it. As predicted, the only experience they had with any land preparation besides plowing and dropping seeds in the dirt came from agricultural work before becoming a servant in the Bloodlands. And it wasn't just fertilizer. The masters had never used any of the techniques Sarah had read about or Emma knew from direct experience. No irrigation, no natural pesticides, no crop rotation.

Much as this gave the Bloodlands a long way to go, it also meant the land had a great deal to gain from simple practices. 'We can actually do this,' Sarah wanted to scream, though she supposed it was not quite the right tone for just after a funeral, violent attack, and drying up of thousands of acres.

The day ended with a visit from the constables. Of the 15 main Bloodlands' families aside from Sarah, two had been completely killed off. Another five were left with only orphans and widows. Of the remaining eight manors, all living male heirs were in prison for the crimes of murder and desecration of the dead. There were a small scattering dead and injured among the minor families with names Sarah didn't recognize. No head of household of a major family remained free and alive aside from Sarah.

There was no precedent for a female mayor, but there was precedent for ending feuds. Whistleblowers were incentivized to speak out and entrusted to preserve the peace with the power to do exactly that. Sarah Weatherly was the new mayor of the Bloodlands. The fortunes of the dead families would be added to her own, the land was hers to redistribute, and the families, especially the orphans, hers to provide for. The constables would keep the peace until Miss Weatherly was ready to take her new position and hopefully save a dead countryside.

Sarah was glad she had a plan and a vision for the Bloodlands. The responsibility dropped on her shoulders was immense. Again, she was reminded of the sixteen-year-old girl who had suddenly been in charge of an entire manor: servants, planting and harvesting, financial management, social status management. Though she supposed there hadn't been a lot of the last item. Part of her felt like that child again, out of her depth and desperately trying not to drown under the pressure. At least then she'd only had her own life at risk. Now that was far from true.

That night, Sarah took Emma to her bedroom again. Every nerve buzzed with the desire that had been building all day simply being in the same room as her lover. The stress and excitement had only built upon the fever. But their first night had been fast and hungry. Tonight, she wanted to truly get to know Emma, in the personal as well as Biblical sense.

Sarah put a record on the phonograph and pulled Emma into a slow sensual dance around the spacious bedroom. Together they recreated their first night dancing and making out without the audience to judge wandering hands. They stripped each other slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it was exposed before returning to their dancing. Sarah marveled at the feel of Emma's naked body against hers as she pulled Emma in tight to spin around the room. She loved feeling Emma's hard nipples against her stomach and the brush of Emma's shoulders against her own breasts.

When their mouths weren't too busy exploring, Emma described the life she'd lived on her family's small farm, while Sarah told Emma about her father and the adventures the two had shared. It had been just the two of them, Sarah and her father, for most of her life and her favorite life memories were all at his side...until now she supposed, though it seemed wrong to classify what had taken place over the last few days as positive life memories.

As the record ended, Emma pushed Sarah backwards onto the bed. With Sarah on her back to give her shoulder what respite she would allow it, Emma laid herself across the taller woman and kissed her, slowly at first, but with rising vigor. The feeling of Emma's breasts pushing into her own, their nipples rubbing with every heated lurch forward was quickly driving Sarah mad. She lifted her lower body with the intention of rubbing her thigh between Emma's legs, but met her half way as Emma sought the same thing. Sarah say stars as their legs slipped together to brush clit on clit. Emma moaned and bucked seeking more of the stimulus and Sarah reacted with her own desperate humps. Emma leaned back, wrapping her legs around Sarah's torso, careful to not hit her shoulder, and began to ride Sarah's mound the way she had ridden her face the night before.

Each woman tried to hold off her orgasm as long as possible. Sarah could feel herself riding the edge of another powerful climax but didn't want to fall alone. "Emma, please," Sarah moaned, not sure how to communicate what she wanted.

Words were unnecessary. Emma ground hard gasping, "Come with me!" Sarah did as she was told, her orgasm all the better for the feeling of Emma spasming wetly against her.

Emma collapsed forward onto Sarah's left side, kissing her deeply with a probing tongue. Sarah's hand wandered up and down Emma's side, indecisive about whether it was Emma's butt or breast that she wanted to hold more. She was leaving a trail of goosebumps with every pass and was surprised to realize not only how turned on Emma was getting, but how quickly she was getting hot and bothered as well.

On her next pass downwards, Sarah scooped forward instead of back, bringing her skilled fingers between Emma's legs to roll the woman's clit between her thumb and forefinger. It was still slick from the combination of her and Emma's orgasms and slipped easily in Sarah's loose hold. Emma was whimpering and arching her back in search of more pressure. Keeping her thumb in place, Sarah extended her wrist to slip three fingers inside Emma's waiting pussy. Emma was bucking hard now, making up for Sarah's odd angle by fucking herself with Sarah's hand.

Sarah leaned forward, sucking Emma's breast into her mouth as far as she could get it and smiled around it as Emma's body first gripped and then flooded her lover's hand.

The evening's slow build up meant both women were more than ready to continue. Emma had every intention of licking Sarah to another explosive climax, but was more than happy when Sarah refused to allow her access unless she was granted the same access at the same time. They fought to bring the other to more orgasms in an erotic competition until they were too tired and satisfied to do anything but collapse into each other's arms.

The third day since escaping death and murder, Sarah woke with a sense of determination and direction. She'd spoken with her uncle about her plans after the constables had left and knew that the sooner she put her plans into action, the sooner the Bloodlands could attempt to find normality and humanity again.

She gave the beautiful young woman in her arms a kiss and left the bed to dress and make final preparations. She would never get tired of waking up with Emma next to her, but she hoped she would get a chance to try.

Sarah left her bedroom in search of her uncle. He would know the process for retitling land and could also help her put together a training on how to be a new head of household. She didn't get far before she heard a female voice call out to her. Cynthia, or was it Sydney...Cindy, she was working on learning all of their names because it showed she valued them as people, which continued to take the servants by surprise. Who could blame them after they'd all just found out their masters planned to kill them.

Cindy took a deep breath and plunged into her clearly pre-planned speech. "I want to offer my services," She said pointing her finger over her shoulder at the bedroom Sarah had just left. "Emma is our leader, but it isn't fair that she should have to take all the burden of repaying you for your protection and kindness. She is exhausted. Can't you see that? It's her way of keeping us safe, but she doesn't have to do it on her own. Let someone else take her place. I know I'm not as beautiful, but I could be so good to you."

"Wha—" was all Sarah could get out before Cindy was on her, wrapping her arms around Sarah's head and pulling her into a wet, sloppy kiss. She was pulling Sarah's hair painfully and using far more teeth and tongue than seemed necessary in isolation let alone together. Her whole body gyrated against Sarah's in a way that could have been erotic if not so over the top.

Sarah's good hand ran quickly up Cindy's back, trying to get a good hand hold to pull the woman off. Grabbing a fistful of hair, Sarah yanked back as a door slammed in the background. Sarah glanced over Cindy's shoulder to see Emma staring down the hall at her, shocked.

For a moment, Sarah rolled Cindy's words through her head. Burden of repayment. It made a lot of sense from what she knew of Emma. The woman had risked sacrificing her life multiple times to protect the other servants. What was giving her body after an act like that? Sarah had thought she'd actually had something here, but she supposed she'd only been kidding herself, blinded by passion to believe that maybe, perhaps Emma could feel about her the way she felt about Emma.

The look of betrayal in Emma's eyes made Sarah stop short in her self-berating. She watched as a single tear ran down Emma's cheek.

Sarah wasn't the only one to see it. "See what you're doing to her," Cindy said, jabbing her finger at Emma as if Sarah had caused this, not Cindy. Taken out of context, Sarah could tell this was only making the situation that much worse.

"Leave," she told Cindy angrily. She wanted to say so much more, but Cindy was not her concern right now. Emma was. Cindy looked confused and a little scared. It was the first time Miss Weatherly had raised her voice at any of the servants, but it didn't mean she didn't have the ability to command with the same air of power and the edge of a threat. Cindy left without argument.

"What? So, this is what it's been about this whole time. Didn't want us dead because you couldn't get what it was you wanted from the servants if they were bled-dry corpses. You going to tell me to leave next? The masters were right. You are disgusting." Emma wiped at the tears now streaming freely down her cheeks.

Sarah's heart was in her throat and racing faster than she could manage. If she'd still had any question of Emma's intentions after her outburst, the look in Emma's eyes told her the answer. She saw the same look of rejection in Emma that she had felt before the small woman began speaking. She asked anyway, hoping it would clarify the situation for Emma as much as for herself, "Are you only sleeping with me because you think you owe me for saving everyone?"