Smitten Ch. 03

On top of her physical gifts, Lagakh had ... presence. I've no idea how she came to be this way, but it was undeniably impressive.

I joined her in the deepest part the stream, where she was able to sit comfortably with her head just above water. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and began to gently massage her.

- "Mmm ... that is good." she said. "And who does this for you, Smit? You must be part raccoon, or part otter."

- "Oh?" I had no idea what she meant.

- "You like to play with your food, and to wash it, before you eat it."

She was clever, too, to put me at ease like this. She could tell that I was somewhat intimidated; that my touches so far were a bit awed - reverential, even - rather than sensual of lustful. We were going to have sex - I didn't have to treat her like I was a temple acolyte, serving the high priestess (though Lagakh would've made one hell of a high priestess ...).

Thus encouraged, I cupped one of her breasts. Under the pretence of 'washing', I began to explore her body more shamelessly. Lagakh wasn't shy, either: at one point, she reached behind her, and her fingers unerringly located my erection.

- "Shaghar said that you had much to offer." she said, softly.

I knelt behind her, nuzzling her neck just under the water, while I played with her breast and prominent nipple with one hand, while my other hand was active between her legs. Meanwhile Lagakh kept one hand behind her back, alternately stroking my cock or gently cupping my balls.

Much sooner than I expected, she stiffened, and uttered a loud "Ahh!". She immediately pulled away from me.

Lagakh stood up, and climbed out of the stream.

I followed, and we picked up our clothing - and she collected her weapons - before walking off, naked, toward the caves in the side of the hill. I immediately caught sight of Slagip and Ushug loitering nearby.

Lagakh led me directly to her mother's cave. Ditgurat, of course, wasn't there.

But Shaghar was.

My little lover shocked the breath out of me. She was holding a finger to her lips, enjoining me to silence - but she also put her free hand over my mouth, just to be sure.

I held up both hands - and didn't make a sound. I had no idea what was going on, but I trusted Shaghar.

- "Please listen." she whispered. "Say nothing."

She led me to Ditgurat's mats, and had me sit down opposite Lagakh.

- "I am sorry." said the chieftain's daughter. "I would like to fuck you - but I cannot."

Suddenly I realized something that I should have recognized much earlier.

- "You didn't come, in the stream. You didn't reach orgasm."

Lagakh lowered her eyes, and took a deep breath. Then she looked at me again.

- "I could not allow you to do that for me, when I cannot do that for you. It would ..."

- "I don't understand."

Shaghar took my hand. "Please shut up, Smit." She squeezed my fingers hard enough to cut off the circulation of blood. I finally got the message.

"I told you before." said my lover. "It is the Mak'gora - the challenge for the leadership. Lagakh must be ready at all times to fight. To defend her mother. Ditgurat would not be chieftain unless Lagakh was there to kill any challenger."

- "I cannot become pregnant." said Lagakh. "I dare not risk it. That is why I cannot fuck you."

I may be slow - but I'm not entirely stupid. I was beginning to put things together. She'd faked an orgasm in the stream, and then quickly brought me here, where Shaghar, her cousin, was waiting.

It wasn't a dislike of males; Lagakh had been stroking my cock and fondling my balls. Her loud cry in the stream had been meant to suggest an orgasm - so the Red Knees wouldn't be surprised if she had sex with a male.

I could not allow you to do that for me, when I cannot do that for you. That was it.

- "It was meant to be a gift, Lagakh." I said. "A gift from me to you."

- "Which I could not return." she said, sadly.

I shook my head. "Shaghar: how many orgasms did you have, our first time together?"

- "Two." she said, with a smile, as if she were remembering them.

- "How many did I have?"

Shaghar's smile vanished. She was searching her memory. "One?" she guessed. Then she nodded twice, more certain. "One."

- "Did I gave you the slightest reason to believe that I was unhappy with that ratio?"

Both females looked at me as if I was speaking nonsense - in a foreign language, to boot.

"Two for you, good. One for me ... also good."

Shaghar clouted me on the side of the head. I got the point.

"I would be happy to give you an orgasm, Lagakh." I said. "With fingers or mouth. That does not mean that you have to do anything in return."

That led to an interesting debate. Apparently, orc females did not often blueball their males. They carried their honour into the bedchamber (or the cave, or the stream ... you get the idea). Lagakh had a difficult time trying to understand that I would gladly bring her off without expecting anything in return.

She'd asked Shaghar to stand in for her. Other members of the band would hear sounds issuing from the cave, and believe that Lagakh was riding the smith.

- "How about this?" I suggested. "I eat Lagakh. Then I eat Shaghar. After that, Shaghar fucks me. Doesn't everyone win, that way?"

- "But what have I given you?" asked Lagakh. "It does not seem fair."

We came up with an unusual compromise.

I went down on Lagakh, because I wanted to, and because she was dying of curiosity. Shaghar was very persuasive. This way, she said, Lagakh wouldn't have to pretend to other members of the band that she knew what being on the end of Smit's tongue was like. That might be important when it came to dealing with Umog, for example.

After she came (rather explosively), I lay down on my back, and both females hovered over me. They took turns stroking my cock, and leaning forward, so that I could caress their breasts.

Lagakh drooled saliva over my erection, and jerked me off energetically, but it was Shaghar who leaned over and took me in her mouth. That did it for me: I shot a massive load down her throat.

The moment I'd recovered, I wrestled Shaghar onto her back, and entered her. She wrapped her legs around me, and clung to me like a limpet. Lagakh, meanwhile, was watching us; it wasn't long before she began fingering herself.

It was tremendously exciting to be watched, and to watch. The cousins were obviously comfortable with each other, and with sharing me; it was a wonderful feeling for me to be included in their circle of trust.

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The next day, I broke open the mound, and removed the charcoal. Snak was fascinated to find all of her mud baked solid, but she didn't know what to make of the three wicker baskets that I filled with 'burnt sticks'.

- "There's quite a bit of it." said Coopah. "Good work."

- "The quantity is fine." I agreed. "Probably should've let it get a little hotter before I blocked up the vents, though."

- "We'll get better, with more practice." he said.

I liked the sound of that, too.

I found it hard to imagine what my life would have been like by now, had the Pelican arrived safely in Galtin's Port. No doubt I would have been working like a dog. Would I have made friends by now? Could I have resisted the urge to spend my meagre wages on drink, or women?

Certainly I would not have met Coopah and Snak. Or Shaghar. And Ghorza. There was no way under the heavens that I would have had sex with five (or six) different females.

There were worse fates, I decided, than to be shipwrecked near the Blasted Tree.

I arranged a small demonstration with the charcoal for Ditgurat and Lagakh. Coopah was there, and so were my trio of watchers and lovers: Shaghar, Ushug, and Ghorza.

They were all able to see that the charcoal burned hotter. Coopah explained to them that I could melt the iron ingots, and the pig iron weights.

- "I need a strong current of air over the coals, while I stir them." I said. "That will oxidize - remove the impurities. It makes the iron stronger."

- "Can you forge weapons?" asked Lagakh.

I didn't want to make promises that I couldn't keep. "I'm no great weaponsmith. Tools, first. More axes, for chopping wood, so that we can make more charcoal. I will need quite a lot of it to make anything at all."

Ditgurat looked thoughtful; the rest of them all looked disappointed.

"I can make knives. I should be able to make daggers. And if I can make an axe, I should be able to produce hatchets, too."

That cheered them up.

Coopah took over the job of explaining how they could make a bellows for me. Then it became a question of who would assist me. The beach crew clearly expected to continue working with me, whatever the project might be, while Lagakh and Shaghar suggested that others should be given a chance.

- "Like me." said Shaghar.

- "Like Snak." said Lagakh.

I could probably find a hundred errands for Snak to run, but I have to admit that I'd been imagining Ushug's broad shoulders and powerful arms pumping the bellows. Was it wrong of me to want to keep Shaghar out of the (future) forge? She was far too attractive for such dirty work. Then I remembered what Coopah had said: she wanted to be valued more for her strength than for her beauty.

- "Those decisions can wait." said Ditgurat.

I spent the afternoon with Coopah, selecting trees for our next attempts at charcoal-making. That evening, Shaghar joined me for a bath. This time, we went a little further upstream, hoping for a little privacy - if such a thing was possible.

- "You seemed to enjoy being watched last night. And you do know that Ushug and Ghorza have watched us before." she reminded me.              

- "Yes, but ... every time?"

Shaghar grinned. "Ghorza and I watched you with Ushug. That was something! And then Ushug and I watched you with Ghorza."

I blushed a little at the thought of that. "That was -"

- "Very fine." said Shaghar. "Very fine. You made Ghorza very happy."

- "And you're not ... jealous?"

Shaghar seemed surprised. "Jealous? You made my friends happy, Smit. I am grateful. And now they understand how happy you make me."

- "Shaghar, all I did was ..."

- "Put my pleasure first." she said. "Do your best to make me happy. Work hard to help the Red Knees, my aunt and my cousin. It is not so complicated, you know: you do good things for me and mine - of course I like you. I want to do good things for you."

It was hard to argue with her logic. And why would I want to?

"Here - look. I found this. Can we use it if I cannot find wild mint?"

Shaghar held out some green fronds. I put them to my nose.

- "Wild fennel." I said. As a breath freshener, I would have preferred the mint, but it wasn't bad. I immediately wondered how she'd found it.

- "I had to chew many plants." said Shaghar. She made a face. "They do not all taste like wild mint."

- "No, they don't." I laughed. Then I kissed her, because she'd been chewing the vegetation to find more breath fresheners so that we could kiss - and I loved her for it.

"You make me happy." I told her.

We made love by the stream. And if Ushug and Ghorza were watching, I didn't care.

Actually, if they were watching, that only made it better.

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