The Path Changes the Traveler Ch. 05

"As you wish then," Junah said quietly before she looked at Morgan again as Darotai began to speak to him again.

"No matter what, Darotai says that she now wishes to learn your way at your hand if you feel anything for her. She hopes that it is so."

Morgan sighed as he felt Darotai's fingers close around his erection and he asked Junah to tell Darotai that he hoped that he might be what she wanted and that he wanted to learn her language, but that he doubted that he could ever make the tongue inflections that he heard between them when they spoke.

"Then I will be needed by you both," Junah sighed with a smile, "I can try to teach the little that I know."

"Tell her that I share her feelings, and be sure to say that I think I understand," Morgan said quietly, and then he thought about it and he added, "Even warriors need someone."

The translation of it caused Darotai to raise her head and look into Morgan's eyes in a searching way. She nodded a little once after a moment and she put her head down on him again.

He asked and then waited for the next round of this crazy game until he heard Junah's translation of Darotai's words.

"She says that she only looked to see the truth in your eyes, and seeing that it was there, she is now ready for anything with you."

"What - " Morgan was a little dumbstruck at what he'd heard for a moment. "What did she see? I wasn't trying to show much of anything. I just love to look at her."

Darotai cooed softly and she nestled her head on him, kissing his neck softly for a moment before she answered Morgan's question through Junah.

Junah said, "She did not want you to prepare. She says that she saw your honesty. More than that, she was surprised to see the way that you seem to hold her in honor."

Morgan found Darotai's clitoris under his first two fingers and he carefully moved them in a small circular pattern, avoiding any actual rubbing, since he felt that it was not slippery at all. Darotai whimpered softly and he felt her hand tighten around his shaft. She matched his motions for the speed and after a few more minutes, he heard her mounting gasps.

As she seemed to lose her ability to breathe as slowly and softly as she did before, he felt his need rising, though he was determined to hopefully feel her come first.

When she did, she just hung on until it was done and Morgan was happy to feel the way that she shook a little, her soft words telling him afterward that he'd surprised her with it. She pulled back after a moment and kissed him in a way that told him somehow that she was pleased to learn that he had the ability to think of another at a time when his need was on him, since the signs were there in him, his own breaths coming in ragged sounds.

Darotai pulled away and she began to urge him back to his feet, her eyes blazing a little themselves.

"She says that she will not be denied now. She says that she was not bought and it is for her to decide the one for her if that one wants her. She demands the right to give pleasure to another warrior.

Junah smirked, "You should stand up Morgan. Darotai is not asking it. She tells me now that you must give her what she demands if you wish for her."

Morgan got to his feet and Darotai grasped him, licking and suckling him loudly and with what appeared to be a fair bit of hunger. He watched as she spoke more words to him while she kept her lips against the head of his cock. Her eyes never left his.

She worked him, stroking and suckling until she got her wish, getting most of his gush before she made a point of allowing him to see the way that she pushed the end of him, still coming a little, so that he could see the way that she wore it for him.

When there was no more coming and she could work nothing more out of him, she stood up and threw her arms around him, kissing him so that his own face was a bit of a mess as well before she let go of him and scooped up a little water to rinse his face carefully.

He pointed at her lips and she shook her head.

"She will wear this so that you see that someone cares for you," Junah said, "I do not know much about the ways of her people. I do not know if this is their way or only hers."

"I think it's hers," he groaned as he stood holding her tightly and listening to her sighs, "And I want her to get her way."

Then she began to murmur and moan soft little things to him. He couldn't understand them of course, but he knew how they made him feel. Her hands on his body told him many things as he felt her soft touch as she spoke to him so softly and kissed his throat or his ear.

Since Junah couldn't hear what Darotai was saying then, there was no one here who understood her little moaning requests of him that if he could find a way for her, she'd learn anything that he set her to, and she told him more than once that she'd come to make up her mind in a way and that she now held hope for the first time in so long.

Darotai knew what she wanted and she hoped that she was close enough now that they could begin with the other things. She was bright and she understood that in so many things, she was far behind Morgan in knowing how to function in other places.

She could live in the middle of a savannah somewhere with next to nothing and survive easily. But the sort of place that she imagined Morgan to be from seemed to be as daunting as dealing with the gods directly. She knew that it wasn't that bad, but she didn't want to feel like an idiot as she tried to catch up.

She'd already run through her inventory before she'd asked Junah to teach her some words and their meanings - what you could learn in five minutes, anyway.

She knew how to operate and clean a Russian-made assault rifle.

Well.

She could run a tank and perform the basic maintenance required to keep it operating in a harsh environment where almost any mechanical failure could easily spell death for the ones inside of it.

She knew how to kill people with both of them.

Really well.

From her point of view, these weren't the sorts of things to make a life out of with someone.

Morgan didn't understand these things and Junah was too far away to have heard them. Darotai was speaking as much as she could hope directly to his heart. He reciprocated as much as he could, holding her as he did and running his hands slowly over her, not comprehending, but wanting to very much anyway.

And in a very short time, she found him hardening against her thigh.

She seemed to search his eyes for a second and whatever she'd been looking for there, he guessed that she must have seen it. Her arms went around his neck and she pulled herself tightly against him, tilting her head back with an even more brilliant smile as she closed her eyes for just a moment to let him know how she felt.

When she opened them again, she leaned in and kissed him.

She drew back and held up one finger so that he'd give her a second.

"Morgan," she said, "Darotai ... "

She looked down and shook her head, searching for a better way in her limited grasp of his speech, "I want friends you."

She leaned in and whispered into his ear, "My life - yours, Morgan."

She already knew what sort of reaction the statement was likely to bring. When Morgan tried to tell her, she shook her head as well as that finger again.

"Friend, Morgan. My life - yours.

Darotai not ... slave. Want friends you."

She stopped there. Looking into his face with an expression which showed that she hoped that he understood the distinction that she was doing her poor best to make.

Morgan got it.

Darotai looked happy enough to cry out in joy when she saw it in him.

Evidently, Morgan thought, it must have been as important to her as it was to him.

She held herself against him as she kissed him again and then she stopped and drew back with her eyebrows raised as if in surprise.

That finger came up again for just a moment.

He wondered what was up now.

She pulled her arms back and slid them over his hips and around until her hands were over his ass cheeks. She gave them a little squeeze and then laughed until she almost fell over.

Darotai took Morgan's hand and walked them in a little farther so that the water level was over their hips. Stopping him, she put one arm around him and kissed him somewhat differently this time.

He felt her leaning against him and the way that she was laughing while trying to keep herself quiet. He let her go a little as she bent over just a bit with her left hand over her mouth and her right hand pointing past him.

Morgan turned to look back and he saw Priest and Sonja banging and rutting like wild things.

Now that he was looking, he could hear the slapping of his hips against her little ass and he could just barely make out the way that she was on the balls of her feet, digging her toes in every time that she landed, since he was fucking her so that he often pressed in at the end of his stroke enough to lift her feet right off the ground, grinding against her.

He looked back at Darotai and she stood with her hand still over her mouth. When her moment of mirth passed, she kissed him again, putting quite a lot into it so that he could feel it on it's way to his toes.

When she drew back from that kiss, he smiled as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. The next time that she came in, she kissed his cheek and worked her way to his ear while she hung onto him with one hand and reached down with the other.

Morgan liked it all and everything was fine - until she used the hand that had been around his neck to take his hand and guide it to the place where she really wanted it to be. They stood like this as he did his best to work a little magic for her with his fingers.

He guessed that it was working for her from the way that her hips moved as they sought his fingers.

Darotai tried to work what magic that she could for him as she held his hardness, while asking the one in her memory from when she'd been the girl who'd learned the dream lessons from an apparition in her mind.

To her sudden surprise, she felt something shift in the air around her and when she opened her eyes everything had stopped.

She saw Junah standing off to the side, just as she'd been through this interlude. She saw some of the others here and there in her peripheral vision. She saw the date palms and the sky and the water.

Her gaze narrowed for a moment and then she saw her.

Standing in the pond at the opposite shore, walking slowly toward them unseen by anyone but the Kunama woman who had only her hope left in her so far from where she'd begun as a girl.

She saw the otherworldly creature again for the first time in so long as she stopped to stand less than two meters away.

She was smiling.

"Mother," Darotai thought, "I see you."

"My Daughter," the one nodded, "there is no need to ask me what is in your mind. I will help you, but you do not need me for this."

The creature smiled, "You said to me once that you had none of the power.

If that is so, then what is it that has kept you breathing all of this time?

You should have died long ago in your village the day when all of the others there were killed.

You should have died when you walked naked and alone into the middle of more than thirty of my kind, for they were hungry enough not to question why one of your kind came to them. I was not there to tell them not to harm you.

Yet they did not leave you and they did not harm you. Why was that, then?

You have never fought your fights with caution unless that was the way to win them. You have always fought these battles by sinking yourself into them just as you did here in this water as you sucked what this man could give to you because for you, the hunger has always been the same in anything that you did.

Why were you given the things that your leaders gave to you?

Because you won, because you never paused and because you never gave way.

But it does not change the way that you should have died in almost half of your fights.

And you know this also, though you have always thought that it was luck when it is really the want of a very strong warrior who has power.

I told you that the power, when it comes late, often comes all at once.

It came to you that terrible day in your village, but you have never known it for what it was, even as you used it in war to guide what you did. You should think and learn to make it stronger. You will still need it again."

She looked at Morgan's profile for a moment before looking at Darotai once more, "Say to me the question that I feel in you."

"I can ... have him?" Darotai asked so softly in her language that only Morgan and the creature could have heard it and Morgan was not in the slice of time which they were in.

The apparition smiled, "You do already.

Or did you not feel it from him by this time? It fills his mind, the want of you which I hear.

Think of me when you speak with him and listen when you hear his language in others. I will help until you know what is said and can speak it back to him.

Do what must be done, young wolf-daughter of mine. I hear your words to him and what you seek to lay on his heart. Be careful and keep it open and do not bind in any way. Draw and do not ever push. This cannot be forced or it will fail.

The ones you seek to be close to among these ones, hold them to you as you wish - as they also wish from you. In one like you, mating builds the power more quickly, no matter who it happens with as long as it is well-meant.

This fine male would allow it. If you allow him the same, then I think that you will find much in his devotion to you."

She stepped closer so that Darotai felt the warm breath against her cheek and the soft wet tongue that brushed against her ear for a moment.

"You make a fine choice in him, Daughter, for he fights the same way with no teaching at all."

She turned to go, but looked back, "The path under your feet is a very long one in the way that your kind measures time and it has not ended. You are still on that path and you know that more changes are to come to you as they must.

I will help now as I said and I will help even once more, I think, but that is some time away even yet. The traveler is still on the path and it is good for my eyes to see it.

As well, I feel pride to see how lovely our daughter has become."

Darotai's breath almost caught in her throat as she saw her mother standing with the lovely tall she-wolf. Her mother told her that she was proud of her and that there were still Kunama people living in their homeland.

The canine's eyebrow rose as she looked back with a smile a few steps later, "Who do you think was my learner before you? The path was different because you needed to be born. I taught her how to live until then."

They walked off together and Darotai saw her family as they waved and waited for the pair of mothers near the opposite bank, but they all faded from sight a moment later.

The next thing that Morgan knew - Darotai took his hand and pulled him to the shore. She almost threw him down, pushing him onto his back.

He looked up and she gave him a look which spoke to him of her desires - all of them at once and most of all, she looked magnificent as she did it.

She leaned down and kissed him hard, her need showing through plainly. Then she kissed him again, softly this time and she let his name escape her lips as she dragged them over his, saying his name so that those two syllables caused a shiver to run through him.

Then she lifted up and took his hardness and guided it into her as she settled on him with a moan and he watched as her eyelids fell slowly shut. She held perfectly still then, her head down as she let out a long sigh, her body relaxing to find the full extent of the fit.

When she looked up, she had that challenging look to her again and she began, rolling her hips and thrusting to begin her taking of him.

Morgan had no doubt whatsoever about who was fucking whom in this right now.

He reached up and took one of her breasts in his hand and from what he saw, heard and felt, he knew that he'd found her gear selector - or one of them. They smiled at each other.

She leaned down with a little difficulty and kissed the middle of Morgan's chest over his heart and then she moved on farther and kissed him on the lips, sliding her tongue in a moment later to tell him the rest of this with no words at all.

Darotai found that she could feel his strength now and she revelled in it and what came out of her after a little time was what Morgan would have called her wildness.

She slowed sometimes to look down at him and she always took a little time to lean closer and say her soft words as she dragged her breasts over his chest. To Morgan, all of it was hypnotic and somehow electric and he felt as though ...

He felt as though she was taking him and from a simple and straightforward view, it was so. But there was more to it than that. To be accurate, if he could have spoken about his observations, the fast parts were more like that.

But when she slowed and moaned down to him, he felt as though she was giving him something at those times, something which came from her expression and her eyes and he even felt it coming through the physical connection there between them before it felt like it was diffusing through his entire body.

When he came, she knew it and froze for him, all the way down, though her hips were hitching forward in tiny movements then. He felt something which to him felt as though she was milking him from inside of her.

He couldn't move and still she went on. It wasn't the explosion that he thought that he'd feel at all.The feeling was exquisite for the way that she controlled it somehow and though it made no sense to him, it felt like the longest orgasm that he'd ever experienced in his life.

As he reached the slow end of it, Darotai's head had been over him, hanging down, but at the very end, there was a feeling like he was coming again from somewhere in him and as that began ...

Darotai's head lifted up and he saw her teeth almost completely bared. Her eyes looked to have rolled back into her head and it all ended as she grunted loudly several times, trailing off as more of a down-low growl.

She lowered herself onto him slowly and as she did, Morgan could see her eyes looking more normal for the moment that it took her to lie down on him. Her ribs were heaving under his hands as he held her gently. His chest felt as though it was on fire and he had a little trouble catching his own wind for a moment or two. But he recovered first, or more easily.

Or ... something.

He didn't finish the thought because he heard her voice coming to him even more softly.

"Morgan," she whispered, "I ... I yours."

He waited, wondering if that was it, all that she needed to say to him for now. He felt her head shake a little and then she corrected it.

"I ... am yours. Morgan ... Morgan is my.

Morgan is my.

Mine.

Morgan is mine."

He was surprised. She hadn't used quite those words before. But he got the drift and wondered at the tone of it.

She slowly came into his view, raising herself on her arms to look at him, her face covered in sweat, "If c-can ...

If-aye ... if ...

If I can, I ... wu ... wuhm, woman yours I want be."

He stared at her for a second and then he smiled.

It bought him the sweetest-sounding little gasp from her as she saw that he was not refusing it.

He put his arms around her and chuckled, "Where did you get those words from?"

She held still in thought for an instant and then moved her hand to pat his chest twice slowly.

"Here," she smiled.

He slipped out of her at that moment and she made a quiet, mournful little sound.