Infall Ch. 05

When she was done, she walked past Zen and Kythe and they followed her to Kythe's tent, Indya going in. Food was there soon and Ashka ate and then Zozo, and then they all sat down to eat.

Finished, Indya rose, picking Zozo up. "I go. I'll be back later," she said, going out of the tent to walk to hers.

Zen was immediately beside her. She glanced at him, her mouth twitching. "I going to my tent, Zen. It's a small walk. Zozo protects me."

"He's too young to protect you, beautiful nina," Zen said.

"He's wonderful, Zen. I don't thinking I for being with such an animal. Thank you again so much."

"I'm pleased you like him, Indya. I bred him. He's off Lowila, the bihen who gave me Ashka, but a different father."

"Bihen?" she said.

"Yes, a female dog--" Zen said, and then he went quiet.

"You and Kythe calls me a female dog for we having sex?" she said.

"Yes, nina, but it's not like it sounds--"

"I like this. A dog is a strong animal, a good animal and brave."

Zen opened the flap for her, going in with her. She walked and put Zozo down, who immediately explored everywhere. When Zen approached her, she looked up.

He hesitated. "I don't want to lie to you, nina. Calling a woman a bihen can be a terrible insult. I don't want you to think something else. But I don't mean to insult you. Kythe doesn't. We wouldn't call you that any other time."

She thought about that and nodded. "Thank you. I understand. It's like your faces are looking angry and you spanking me. It's sex-playing to feel good."

He smiled slowly. "Yes. It's like when we do that," he said, his eyes dropping to her body, advancing on her. "It's like when I bite your nipples and pinch between your legs to make you sensitive."

She felt a deep wave, her cheeks flushing, twinging in her sex. She glanced at him. "Yes," she said.

"Soon, when you know me better, Indya, I'm going to give you pleasure that way," he said, leaning in, his face close. "I'm going to make you come screaming, it feels so good."

Her breathing was shallow and fast. "Yes," she agreed.

His hand was going under her skirt, pushing down her pants to find her sex. Another sharp twinge came there, that creeping, prickly sensations.

"You want that," he said, his voice huskier, Indya slippery now under his fingers.

"Yes," she said.

Indya jumped, little tiny teeth on her ankle. Zen withdrew his hand, watching her.

She bent, picking him up. "You don't biting me, Zozo, with your little teeth," she said, feeling how flushed she was, her nipples aching sharply.

"When you're done packing," Zen said, leaning in and kissing her, Zozo squirming between them, "the guard will take you back to our tent."

"I walking alone."

"No."

"Yes," she said, turning to her bed. She put Zozo on it and found herself bent over it, Zen behind her, holding her down.

His other hand was hiking her skirt, and he pushed down her pants.

"What for you doing, Zen?" she cried, her butt out, cool air. She was more slippery now.

"What you want, nina," he said, and began spanking her bare butt, his large hand, the cracks sharp in the room.

Indya cried out, the blows hurting, but she was also shivering, deep twinges in her sex.

Zen stopped, his fingers dipping between her legs, and then he came over her, his body trapping hers. Now she was very wet.

"When you're done packing," he said into her ear, his breathing deep, his hard sex pressing on her bare butt through his pants. "The guard will take you back to our tent."

"No," she said.

He drew back and the smacks were hard. "Yes, nina," he said, stopping.

She was panting now, her butt stinging. "Yes, Zen. I let him taking me back to your tent."

"You please me so much, nina." His fingers came and stroked her sex, Indya jutting. "Fata," he muttered. "You are tempting me again. Get packed, Indya."

She straightened and pulled up her pants as he turned, leaving. She frowned at the flap. He hadn't said anything about tempting her and then just leaving.

* * *

The man who stayed by her door didn't speak to her when she came out that evening, carrying Zozo. He never did, even if she spoke to him. He walked toward Kythe's tent. But he turned and looked at her, looked at her body, and then he met her eyes. She shivered.

When they got near, Kythe was outside the tent, and Kythe turned and watched her walk past the man, careful not to get near him, not looking at him. The man left, Indya glancing after him.

"Did he say something to you, alea?" Kythe said.

"No," she said. "They never say nothing to me. He hearing Zen...Zen staying for...he hearing that."

"What did Zen do?" Kythe said, drawing close to her.

She lowered her voice, looking around. "Zen is spanking me on my naked butt. I liking it for sex, but this man knowing Zen do it and now he looking at me."

"He wants to do the same, alea," Kythe said.

"He can't, though, because I don't saying yes to him," she said. "Not everyone spanking me."

Kythe smiled and leaned, kissing her. "No. Only me and Zen."

"Yes," she said, going past him and into the tent, removing her shoes.

Zen was there, holding out his hands for Zozo. Indya kissed Zozo on his soft head and rubbed her cheek on his fur and handed him over. Zen walked and put him in a small wood crate with a blanket and shut it, but he was kind and he petted Zozo and spoke to him softly.

The puppy whined and Indya went and knelt in front of the cage. "Don't cry, Zozo," she said, the puppy putting his nose through the grate. She looked up at Zen.

"I know. He has to learn to live in there sometimes for his own safety, nina," Zen said. "He wants to be with you, but he'll go to sleep."

She sent Zozo another glance and nodded, getting up. Indya wandered over to Zen. "Hello, Zen," she said, feeling shy.

Zen smiled at her slowly, holding out his hand. Indya came and took it as he drew her close. "I'm going to spank you more often, with that greeting," Zen said, leaning down and kissing her.

"But not where her personal guard can hear, Zen," Kythe said, coming in.

"Did he say something to you?" Zen said, the smile leaving his face.

"No, Zen. He didn't for say nothing. He's just for looking at me."

"I don't want him escorting her again," Zen said to Kythe.

"I don't have that many men left I trust to do so," Kythe said. "We're leaving anyway, brother."

"Indya, you stay here with us in our tent, where you belong," Zen said.

Indya frowned, stepping back. "I don't have to."

"Nina--" Zen said.

Kythe interrupted him. "Indya is not a prisoner. Will you stay with us tonight, alea? Zen is worried. He would feel better."

She glanced at Zen and then nodded. "Yes, I will stay."

Kythe approached her. "While we travel, you will stay in our tent then, as well. It's different than the camp. It will be more difficult for us to ensure your safety, alea."

She studied him. He was worried, and Zen was. "All right. You protecting me."

"Have you eaten?" Kythe said, putting the back of his knuckles to her cheek.

"Yes, thank you," she said, smiling at him.

"Then undress, beautiful Indya, and take your hair down."

She walked and undressed, draping her clothing over a chair, working on her tail, undoing the long strands of her hair. She was ready for sex now. But when she looked, Zen and Kythe were standing at the table, looking at papers. They seemed like they were busy. Indya idled, glancing. They were discussing things in low tones.

"Come here, nina," Zen said, glancing at her briefly.

She walked over, Zen and Kythe across from each other.

"It's ten senstë to the border," Zen said, pointing, casually reaching out and capturing her waist, pulling her closer and putting her in front of him.

She looked down at the map. There were natural boundaries and also what looked like political ones. Looked at the larger image, the whole thing, her head tilted. It wasn't right.

"But if they go southeast, they can cut off this area," Kythe replied, his hand touching a place on another map, which was incomplete and wrong, she saw, very wrong.

Zen reached past her. "This is a large trade road," he said, his hand coming off the map and going to her breast, squeezing her nipple.

Her mind scattered. It was such a surprise that she made a small sound, but they ignored her, Zen's fingers going to her other nipple. Indya didn't move, his fingers going back and forth until she was panting and offering them. She lost what they were saying.

"It would be a smaller area to patrol," Kythe agreed, gesturing to her to come to him without looking at her.

Zen released her and she went to Kythe, who also didn't look at her as he brought her in front of himself and pushed her down on the table on her belly.

"This is the blind spot," Kythe said, reaching past her to tap on the map, from what she could see, her head turned to the side.

She felt his hand on her butt as he spoke to Zen, cupping her cheek. Then his hand slipped to her sex and Indya closed her eyes, jutting and spreading her legs. He stroked, her sex getting more sensitive by the moment, and then Kythe brought her up and he had rope, tying her hands in front of her.

Kythe had her, walking her, and then her arms were being drawn up over her head, and she was suspended from the large wood cross pieces that held the tent up. It wasn't tight. Her arms could almost lower and she could move around.

They left her there, walking back to the table and the map. "Then we double the patrol here and here," Zen said to Kythe, touching it.

Indya went in a circle, tugging, but the ties held. "Why for you do this?" she said.

Zen turned his head and looked at her.

Indya froze at the look on his face, Kythe straightening and looking at her as well. Without speaking, they both turned. Zen brought something, standing in front of her with it, his eyes on her body. It was one of the things they used to strike the horses to get them to go faster, a short stiff one with a flat end. She struggled a little, seeing it, a deep and sharp ache coming to her sex, shaking her head.

"Kythe is going to take the whip to you, nina," Zen said, tossing it to Kythe behind her. "If you want him to stop, say so. Otherwise he'll do it as long as we like. Hold on to the rope and spread your legs for him like a good girl."

She didn't move and pain exploded on her butt, Indya tucking and trying to get away.

"I've got her," Zen said, walking to her and facing in the opposite direction, his arm coming over her back and around her waist, tucking her under him and lifting, forcing her front down, her butt up and exposed.

The strikes came on her butt, Indya crying out, yelling, but she didn't say to stop and then she felt Zen shift her and his fingers were in front, between her legs, rubbing. She went still, the blows still happening, and then she slowly jutted, panting and pulsing on Zen's fingers.

"There you are, nina," Zen said, his heavy breathing. "Stay there and let it happen. It feels good, doesn't it? You are so wet, your little naked pula hot."

His fingers were making her crazy, her butt stinging, all of it mixing into painful pleasure.

The blows stopped and Kythe was suddenly behind her, his sex thrusting into her. He was hard, his hips stabbing, his hands on her hips. The sensations were rising, sore against her butt, his sex and Zen's fingers. She forgot herself completely, losing time. Kythe cried out behind her, holding in her, his sex moving as Indya went rigid.

Then she was coming harder than she ever had in her life, long waves, her hips pumping. Kythe made another sound through his teeth and a long shudder went through her followed by whimpering and then she was holding onto the rope, panting.

She'd never felt anything like that, never. A part of her was overwhelmed and another part of her wanted to go directly back to that pleasure. Zen was in front of her, Indya looking at him through her arms, her hair messy.

"I know," Zen said, pulling the rope and working on the ropes at her wrists as Kythe's arms came around her from behind, steadying her. "You did so well, nina."

She nodded. When the bonds were free, Kythe lifted her, putting her in the bath and cleaning her and then in the bed. "Turn on your belly, alea," Kythe said, his deep rumbling voice.

Indya rolled over, gathering her arms under herself, her limbs feeling liquid, and then she whimpered when she felt hands on her butt. In a moment, she sighed, the ache easing, the area less hot. Kythe was putting cream on her butt.

Kythe turned her and got into the bed with her, looking into her face. "Were you frightened?"

She shook her head, wiggling to put herself against his body, Kythe pulling her close. "I know it's for sex, Kythe. It's pleasure like I don't feel before. I know you don't hurting me for true." She was mumbling now. It felt very good that Kythe was holding her, his hand stroking her hair back.

"You were right," she heard Zen say. "It was good you did it the first time."

"It's new to her. Give her time, brother. Already she trusts you or she wouldn't have allowed you to hold her."

"Yes," she said, strangely sleepy.

* * *

Indya woke. It was later, but not that much later, she thought. Her head came up. Zen was squatting in front of the fire in the center of the tent, staring into it. She knew it was Zen because Ashka was next to him and his hair was in the long braid, the sides of his head shaved short. When she looked, little Zozo was asleep in his box. She didn't see Kythe. Sitting up, she put her legs over the bed, her butt a little sore. She went quietly and cleaned up.

Zen turned his head and looked at her when she came out. "Go lie down, Ashka," he said, the dog rising and going to his bed, on the floor next to Zen's cot. Zen straightened, big like his brother, although Zen had a faint scar on his lip.

He held out his hand and she came over to him and took it. He dropped her hand and went and got a large blanket, putting it in front of the fire. Gesturing, he sat down on it and Indya sat down with him, her legs to the side.

He glanced at her and then he reached out, taking a lock of her hair and bringing it to his lips, smelling it and then dropping it. "I was looking at you while you were sleeping," he said, staring into the fire. "I've never been jealous of my brother, but I was tonight. You're so beautiful, nina. I wished that I'd found you first, that you knew me like you know him, that you trust me. I asked to have some time with you. Kythe will be back later."

"And then I fall asleep?" she said.

He glanced at her again and shrugged a little. "It's to be expected with the pleasure. What did you and my brother do besides have sex when you met?"

"Talked," she said.

He nodded, still looking into the fire. "Talking. Kythe is smart. He has always been interested in things like what you say, since we were boys. Curious about everything. Asking questions, talking to everyone. I was always the one doing things before I thought about them. Impatient with explanations. Sure that I knew everything I needed to know in this world to do the things I wanted, to have what I desired."

"You are different for twins," she said.

He glanced at her, nodding. "We were always close, but different. We were separated when we were twelve. My father sent Kythe to continue his studies and training in Jassa, across the sea, as he wanted. That's where he met Etien, where Etien is from. Our father sent me to soldier and learn tactics, which is what I wanted. Kythe and I didn't see each other for five years. When Kythe returned, we were men, and even more different."

"You came to me that night at the wooden house," she said. "It was you and not Kythe."

Zen looked sidelong at her and then he sighed and nodded. "Kythe agreed, but it's not his fault, nina. I was only supposed to meet you. To talk with you," he said, shrugging. "To see your beauty. But I had never seen one like you in my life, and you were passionate and welcoming to me like you knew me, and I wanted you badly. I'm sorry, nina. I'm not gentle like my brother. I wasn't trying to deceive you, but I did do that."

"I forgive you." She lay back on the blanket and then laughed, remembering. "I think I was wanting you to."

Zen's laughed softly, nodding, and he turned to look at her, his eyes on her body, sobering. "I've never wanted a woman like I want you," he said, his voice impassive. He looked back at the fire.

She looked at his strong profile. "Tell me about Ashka," she said.

He turned, lying down next to her, the fire warm, propping his cheek on his fist, his eyes returning to her body. He reached out, his fingers gentle, tracing her belly lightly. "Ashka is the fifth generation of her line I have had. First was Udun when I was a boy. Then Demain. Then Coor, but I lost Coor to a boar while I was hunting. It happened too fast and I had to put him down."

"Put him down where?" Indya said.

"I had to kill him for mercy, Indya, because he was so hurt he wouldn't recover and he was in pain."

Her stomach fell and her hand went to his face. "I'm sorry, Zen. You loving him so much. It hurting you to do this, he trusting you."

His eyes roaming her face, and then he nodded. "Yes. I blamed myself. I didn't have another dog for a time. Coor was Ashka's grandfather. Their spirits are similar," he said, his eyes going to Ashka, who raised his head, looking back at him, and then settled again, the dog's eyes blinking, sleepy.

"We don't having animals in Atlantis. We are remembering them. And horses, in our stories. I love the stories of Zozo I am a child. They are being my favorite."

His hand was going all over her body like he was learning her. "Tell me one of the stories."

Her eyes went up. "One day, in the past, a boy is living on a world. His name is Evat and he in the cold place and there is being snow. He is walking and there is a great animal that is coming to him for he is hurting him and it is sharp fingers and so big he can't see the sun from the sky and it is on it legs like a person and he yelling with his mouth with a sound like thunder. His teeth are big like Evat's hands. Evat thinking he is to dying, but the great animal is going to eating him, an animal comes, and he is Zozo. Zozo jump for his body over Evat and standing between him and the danger and the great animal is being so scared of Zozo's bravery that he's running away. But Evat is to being hurt by the great animal and he don't walking his legs. He puts his arms around Zozo and Zozo is to running to the snow because he has a great heart and brings Evat to his home."

Zen was smiling at her. He nodded. "It's a good story, nina-bird."

"What is a nina? Is it a real bird?"

"Yes. It is a small bird as black as your hair with blue eyes like yours. In Averdine, we keep them in a cage to hear their song. I like it when you sing, Indya."

Her fingers came and touched the scar on his lip. "What happening for this?"

"A man smashed his helmet into my face before I killed him," Zen said.

Indya winced. "On Atlantis, we don't seeing violence. We are happy. But I think we don't have such strong love like your people. My people going to the floor of the sea because we fearing you, fearing our selfs before when we are you in the past. I missing them. But I don't coming here, I don't feeling what you and Kythe for making me feel. Not just for pleasure for having the sex. I do like that though. You listen and don't make me for not to wearing pants or telling me I am shamed because I'm different or I having to be this way and not mine. You're not violent to me or putting me in a place like the cage with the wood. I'm not fearing with you. I don't saying it good."

"I think I'm grateful Kythe found you first," Zen said. "I think I wouldn't have been so gentle, nina."