Elzbeth Mauh'Lee taught us so many things in such a short, quick time. And not just about magick, though that had been her main focus.
It was through Elzbeth we learned about the world, about Myrkulle and the Mystic Kinde, and about the place of humans in the food chain.
"Mystic Kinde eat us, you know. If you were ever up in one of their palaces or estates, you'd see it for sure. Giant cauldrons with arms and legs
sticking out of them. Human arms and human legs! I wager I'd toss my stomach right there and then, if I were ever up there!"
I could listen to Elzbeth talk for hours. But as I grew older, I was allowed less and less free time. Our mother would find a chore for me to do near
or around the house, be it helping Tikki with laundry or herding goats to and fro in the meadows and hills. I would balk and try to fight being told
what to do. But Daru'El would stop me, and shush me, and say it would be okay.
And he was right, in at least one respect. We knew something no one else knew, by then.
If Daru'El were, say, in the front yard of our farmstead. And Tikki ran up and say, poked him in the arm? And I were, say, in the house, or in the meadows or fields…
I would know what she had done.
Daru'El and I were connected, deep as two people could be. We didn't question it, although we loved to test it. It was how things were,
and just another thing that made us special.
So it was for the lessons Elzbeth taught us. If Daru'El went to Elzbeth's house, and she taught him some great lesson about shielding, or
balefire(a lesson we had to pry from her with so much pleading) - you can bet that by morning of the next day, I knew it as well as he did.
We put it down to being twins, and delighted in it.
As I began to blossom into a woman, my mother could keep me home doing women's work, while Daru'El wandered off.
"He be doin' men's work soon enou'. Ye don' need ta fret o'er that, Maru'El," our mother would say when I would cross my arms over my
chest and watch Daru skipping off to Elzbeth's.
Grumble and gripe as I might, I found myself sweeping floors and hanging our father's work clothes on a line made of wire while Daru was
playing with blue balls of flame or learning the stars and planets.
Elzbeth was no wizard. But she knew a lot.
And I was jealous because Daru got to learn it all first hand, and I had to wait for it to soak in over time.
Some good came out of staying home, though.
I truly came to understand Tikki, our sister/niece. I became her playmate, and she became my slave.
How ever did that happen, you might wonder.
Well, let me tell you of that tale.
I was about ten years of age. That made Tikki twelve. She had already had her first moon cycle. And she was growing
breasts inside her shifts, large ones she had to bind so they wouldn't get in her way!
I envied her that. I felt flat as a board.
I was taller than Tikki by about a head. But Tikki looked like a woman already.
We would do our chores together because our parents often left us all alone. My mother would go to market to sell our vegetables.
And Lorna was being wooed by a farmer down the road, so she was gone most of the day as well. That left me in Tikki's care, or so our folks said.
But Tikki was special. She wasn't right in the head since the day she had been born. We all knew that, and either ignored it or accommodated it.
Tikki was clumsy. And sometimes we would find her staring at nothing in the world, and drooling. I did my best to snap her out of such trances.
And we realized that only I could do that safely, otherwise if someone else tried, the poor child would go into fits of incoherent speech. So it
became my unspoken chore to watch out for Tikki.
On days we had to go to the meadow with the goats, Tikki would put some bread and bitter cheese stolen the night before into a cloth and tie
it on her walking stick. She would hold my hand, and we would go out to the field, hissing and crowing at the goats. I always got along good with
them, they seemed to follow me just fine. But Tikki had been doing this longer than I had, and she insisted that they be poked and prodded and
occasionally whacked with a stick to keep them in line.
I did my best to whack them like she did, so that they would listen. But they would bleat at me and look at me with their pale gray or yellow eyes with
the hourglass slits. I never got too far with that.
It was always sunny in the daytime. We never had much rain in our part of the world. Elzbeth said it had to do with living around the middle of the "globe"
that our planet actually was. If you lived on the land that circumvented the middle of the globe, you got the most sun. It used to be that this land also got
a lot of rain, and had very green vegetation. But for whatever reason, it wasn't like that now.
We had tall brown grasses that could cut like razors if your skirt was too short. We had stunted, twisted trees in forests that seemed to be full of dust
and dirt rather than underbrush.
But we had sun, every day. And rain a few times a week, on a good month.
Tikki and I would wander up into the fields, far away from the house. It was very much out of sight of anyone when we decided to stop and rest the goats.
We even found an unused pond.
The pond looked man-made. When I told Elzbeth about it, she said it sounded like a "quarry", a place where men would dig for a certain kind
of rock for building with. Such quarries were often accidentally built over underground springs. And the water would get tapped and flood the
digging pit, rendering the quarry useless.
No fish lived in such ponds. Definitely nothing was in our's. We could see the bottom, easily. And even see the hole the cold water was still bubbling up from.
It was at this pond that I began to realize how grown up Tikki was. And how much she needed me to take care of her.
The sun was boiling hot as it shone down on the two young girls making their way up the slight incline in the morning light. Maru'El wiped at her brow
with the short sleeve of one arm, and then looked at it, frowning at where grime from her face was beginning to leave a mark on her white shift.
"If I ruin another shift," she muttered, "Mother said she will make me learn to sew for myself."
Spontaneously, Maru pushed the loose draping neck of her shift off first one shoulder, then the other. She pulled her long arms out of the top, and
let it hang around her waist, leaving her chest bare.
Defiantly, she looked at Tikki, daring her niece to say anything.
Tikki blinked wide blue eyes at Maru.
"You kinnae walk 'round like tha', Maru'El."
"Yes, I can."
"Put yer clothes back on, now!"
Maru raised one dark eyebrow.
"Do you think….you're going to…make me?"
For a moment, Tikki stopped walking after the herd of goats the two had been guiding. She looked at the other girl, who was taller and quicker than her.
"I kinnae make you, nay. But have ye no pride?"
"Mighty big words you are using there, Tikki. Pride? Who taught you that word?"
Tikki blushed and looked away, humbled.
"Ye did, Maru'El. Ye an' Daru'El taught me."
"Fine then. So don't go tossing around commands like you are more prideful than I. And take off your shift, for the love of the Kinde!
You are making me hot just looking at you!"
Maru laughed when Tikki instinctively hugged her chest, shaking her head in a very vehement 'no'.
Smiling, she took the blonde girl's hand.
"Let's go to the pond."
At the edge of the pond, Maru'El took no time in getting herself completely naked. She jumped into the copper tinted water and squealed
as her flesh hit the ice-cold surface.
"Eeee! Come in, Tikki, come in!"
But Tikki shook her head, holding herself as she sat on a rock.
After swimming around alone for a bit, Maru pulled herself onto the rocky edge of the pond and sat next to her niece.
"What's wrong, Tikki? Why do you hold yourself so?"
Tikki's pale face turned red as a sunburn, and Maru put a bare and wet around the girl's shoulder.
"What has happened…," she prodded, gently.
With a shudder, Tikki burst into tears and leaned into Maru's embracing arms.
"Tis Grandpapa," the girl wept as Maru petted and stroked her corn silk hair.
"Tell me, it's okay to tell me. I won't tell, Tikki."
But Maru was sure she already knew Tikki's secret. And as the girl began to sob to her, she knew she had guessed right.
"He touches me, Maru'El, and nay in tha'way a Grandpapa should touch a chile'."
"How does he touch you?"
"He jes' touches me!"
"Where?"
"Ever'where!"
"On your body?"
"Yah!"
Maru tilted her head and put a finger under Tikki's chin. She looked into the dullard blue eyes of her kin. And she knew that as of right now,
there was nothing she could do to make this easy on Tikki.
There was no one they could tell. And there was no one who could protect Tikki from her grandfather's wandering hands.
"Oh, Tikki," Maru whispered, pulling the girl's face close to her's. She kissed one tear-covered cheek.
Tears are salty, Maru thought abstractly.
Then she kissed Tikki's cheek again, tasting another tear. It wasn't a bad salt, it was moist. Daringly, Maru licked at one tear with the tip of her tongue.
Tikki gasped, very quietly, but did not pull away.
With her arms around Tikki, Maru'El began to lick the tears from her face. Slowly, the girl stopped crying. She still trembled, but her eyes were
closed, and her lips were in a small smile.
"Does he do that to you?" Maru asked softly.
"Nay."
Boldly, Maru put her lips against Tikki's. The smaller girl lifted her face slightly, and pressed Maru's mouth back with her own poutier lips.
Maru'El had never kissed anyone before, but suddenly, just now, this seemed right and good.
Pulling away, Maru asked again.
"Does he do that to you?"
"Nay," came the soft reply.
Unable to stop herself, and feeling suddenly bolder, Maru kissed Tikki again, harder, firmer. She could taste the salty tears on Tikki's lips, and she put her tongue out. Surprised, she felt the tip of Tikki's own tongue there.
The girl had been tasting her, too!
Maru looked at Tikki, and Tikki opened her eyes, looking into Maru's very dark gaze.
"I think that everything he does to you, I could do.
"But better."
Tikki blinked. For a moment, she seemed unsure, and she seemed ready to cry again, remembering awful things. But Maru'El put her lips to
Tikki's mouth again, and the tears that had threatened to overflow stopped before they could start.
Slowly, carefully, Tikki put her arms around Maru.
When Maru moved to take the girl's shift off down her shoulders, Tikki didn't object. As she placed one hand gingerly over Tikki's right breast,
the other girl sighed against Maru's mouth.
A breast was something Maru hadn't touched for some time. She remembered suckling from her mother and from Lorna, and the pleasurable
feel of a full nipple dripping milk at every suck into her mouth. She remembered her mouth filled with that wonderfully sweet flesh.
Now her hand was touching a breast again, her thumb rubbing over a quickly hardening nipple. Tikki had large breasts for a young girl. It was
no wonder her grandfather couldn't help himself.
Maru stroked the back of Tikki's neck with her other hand the way she would stroke the family cat, to make it purr. The effect was almost the same.
Tikki cooed like a snoring hen, and Maru moved her mouth to the girl's chin, then to her neck as Tikki let her head drop back.
Maru moved her mouth lower.
Soon, for the first time in so long, she held a nipple in her mouth.
Her lips encircled the dark areola as her hand lifted the white breast. Her tongue lay flat against the underside of the nipple, and she suckled slowly, happily.
Her other hand moved to the middle of Tikki's chest, and carefully urged the girl back onto the flat rock they were on, until Tikki lay beneath her.
Moving her slender naked body up slightly, Maru crouched low over Tikki's chest, suckling that one nipple, unwilling to let go. Tikki's
hands wove into her long dark hair, her fingers entwining into the curled locks.
Finally, Maru let the breast go. But to one side there lay another, unattended to. She had to have it. Squeezing the breast she was leaving,
she moved her mouth over to the other. But she approached it so slowly.
It was a pleasure to her eyes to watch as the areola hardened before she ever got there. It tightened and squeezed itself until it was a stiff little
bud, a cherry, on top of the white mountainous breast. Maru let her tongue tip flick at the cherry, and was surprised to see it get harder still.
She circled the dark flesh, teasing it with the wetness of her mouth, before she finally pulled it in with her lips. Hungrily, she sucked on it, her other
hand massaging Tikki's free breast still, reflexively. She wanted to devour that nipple in her mouth, to devour Tikki.
At last, she rose up, on her hands and knees overtop of her niece.
"Where else does he touch you….," she whispered, lapping at the slight sweat between Tikki's two breasts.
Warily, Tikki moved her hand to her skirts.
"He touches you down here? He shouldn't do that, Tikki. That isn't his to touch, with you being his grand daughter."
Tikki seemed ready to cry again, and Maru lay herself over the girl's chest, kissing at her lips sweetly until the tears subsided. While she kissed away
Tikki's pain, her legs moved to lay in between those of the prone girl. Without being obvious, Maru parted Tikki's legs with her own, then got on her knees again.
"I can touch you there, like I touch myself sometimes. And it won't make you cry. It won't feel bad at all."
Maru realized how her voice sounded, firm, deep, and almost commanding. She noted the near-glazed look in Tikki's eyes, as if she were
trancing again, wandering off to someplace no one else could go. But she was still in her body this time. Every kiss made her writhe.
Somehow, Maru was controlling Tikki's daze. And it made Maru'El feel good.
"Pull up your skirts, Tikki," she whispered. And Tikki did.
"Touch yourself where he touches you," Maru asked. And Tikki did.
Looking down, Maru'El could see that Tikki's hand covered her pubic area, her womanhood. Maru frowned. Her father should not be touching
his own granddaughter like that, at all. But that was a thought for another time.
Maru moved herself lower, until her hand straddled Tikki's hips, and she was face to face with the girl's pubic bone.
She was tempted to ask Tikki how he touched her. But Elzbeth had instilled in Maru the necessity for foresight. What if Breadar was rough with Tikki?
Now was not a good time to make Tikki relive that.
"Tikki," Maru whispered, looking at the girl's fingers splayed over her privacy.
"I'm going to touch you. I'm going to kiss you. And it will feel good. And you will not cry.
"Will you let me touch you?"
Tikki nodded slowly, pulling her hand away.
"Do you…want me to touch you?"
Again, Tikki nodded her blonde head, turning her flushed face to one side and putting her fingers over her mouth as if to cover a gasp.
Smiling, Maru looked back down at Tikki's privacy.
It not the first time Maru'El had ever seen her niece's puss. But it was the first time she had seen it up close. It excited her. She could feel her own
very small nipples becoming erect just thinking about Tikki.
Kissing Tikki on the mouth had made her belly come alive with fire.
Kissing Tikki here, even just thinking about it, made her feel wet between her own legs.
Maru looked down between Tikki's thighs, then moved one hand there, rubbing over it gently. She could feel the heat. And almost immediately, the
sweet cunny lips tightened, swelling, flushing dark burgundy beneath the blonde-brown curls.
Maru sniffed. Tikki had a sweet scent, a clean scent. Instinctively, Maru dipped her head, putting her tongue into the crack between the two puss lips.
There was moisture there. She had found the source of the sweet scent.
Laying her legs back, Maru stretched out and put herself to work discovering what a woman was.
First, she parted the cunny lips with her fingers, carefully, not sure how wide apart they would spread without causing Tikki pain.
When she had them apart, she noticed so many things. The first was that she loved the sight of a woman's excited puss. Second, there was a
hooded bud at the top of the crack. When she flicked it with her tongue, it hardened and tightened much like nipple flesh did. But this one was slick.
It had a slight bitter taste to it, and Maru guessed this was where a woman peed from.
Beneath it ran two smaller lips, wrinkled and shriveled looking. They guarded a small hole. And without any thought, Maru put her tongue into that hole,
swirled it around.
Immediately, Tikki began to shudder and shake. Maru thought she had done wrong, and pulled away. But Tikki's face was not one of pain. Only
concentrated ecstasy. Again, Maru'El put her tongue into that hole, keeping it there this time, swirling it.
This was the source of the sweetness.
Then the sweetness was flowing over her mouth. And Tikki's hole was tightening around her tongue. But Maru wisely kept her tongue there this time,
twisting slightly, offering pressure to the muscles that were clinging around it.
Tikki moaned and gasped, and Maru could hear they were happy sounds. The girl's legs rose up around Maru's head and she bucked into Maru's
face in her first orgasm.
Maru slowed her movements, and waited for Tikki to breathe normally again. Then she began to lick the girl. She licked from the bottom of the sweet
slender baby lips up to the hard bud. She licked inside the hole, drawing out the woman's nectar there, and drinking it in before going back for more.
Soon, Tikki was writhing again, her hands clutching Maru's hair, forcing the girl's mouth harder against her puss. And Maru, highly encouraged, dove her
tongue fiercely in and out of the tight collapsing hole. Instinctively, she moved a finger inside Tikki, then two, using the girl's slick juices as lubricant to finger
her, in and out and in and out, until Tikki screamed loud enough to scatter the goats that were drinking in the pond nearby.
Tikki came so hard, Maru was hard-pressed to drink it all up at once. It coated her face, it dripped down her chin. Maru followed its flow with her tongue,
and soon her mouth was at Tikki's behind.
Did she dare?
Her tongue flicked out, smearing the lovely puss juice around Tikki's tight and puckered hole. She put pressure on it, but didn't put her tongue inside.
It seemed too invasive just now. But she did slip a slick finger within, twisting it as she twisted her tongue once again inside Tikki's puss. Then she moved
her mouth to the clit, viciously flicking and nipping at the sensitive bud as two other fingers dove into the puss, thrusting.
Again and again, Maru strove to make Tikki cum and orgasm. Soon, Tikki's face was coated in tears.
Maru moved up, kissing the girl's lips, sharing with her her own taste, letting the other girl lick at her fingers with no shame, no pride.
She lay next to Tikki, her long legs wrapped around the chubbier girl's smaller body, as she whispered into Tikki's ear, petting her hair as the other girl wept
and shuddered.
"He will not hurt you for much longer. When he touches you, think only of me, and of this. And go to this wonderful place, Tikki. He can't touch you here.
"Only I can…"
