When Ogg awoke, sitting up, the sun was high in the sky, his Yak was grazing nearby, and there was a strange young man looking at him cautiously. The man's clothes were bright and multi-colored, his skin a light golden brown. When he spoke, Ogg could not understand him at all.
Ogg replied, and they quickly both realized, smiling, that they did not speak each other's languages. The man waved with his hand, climbed upon a strange metal device, and rolled away. Minutes later, he returned with a young woman.
'Where are you from?' the woman asked. She had the same bright clothes and golden skin, dark hair to her shoulders, dark eyes, a bit shorter, and quite beautiful.
'I am Ogg. I come from the Great Southern Valley. I was heading North to the Capitol, when I was swept away by this river.'
Her eyes went wide in surprise, and she nodded. 'Come with us.' she offered.
Ogg wearily picked himself up and led his Yak, following them across verdant pasture around walls and trees, to a house, unlike he had ever seen. Although made from wood, it was run around and held together with thin lines of a golden metal, the same metal of the man's riding device.
'My name is Bina, and this is my brother.' she explained. 'O Barbarian, welcome to our house in the Golden Land.'
They gave Ogg a place to sleep, by a table outside their house, feed him strange foods he had never seen before, and found a paddock for his Yak to graze. He met the rest of Bina's family, another brother and a younger sister and her parents, all of them attractive and dressed in bright multicolored clothing, but only Bina could speak his language.
Bina helped him to clean up the following day, and tended to his scraped and bruises. Sitting in the shade of the outdoor table, after eating, she was full of questions, wanting to know everything about his home, his family, his journey, the mountain village, the perils of the road. Ogg told her a little. Bina left and came back with a square object, opening it. It was full of words and pictures. She was also wearing round bits of glass upon her head, held in place with golden metal.
'Have you never seen a book before?' she asked, smiling at him. 'And my spectacles, I imagine you've never seen these before either.' Ogg shook his head no. 'I only wear them to fine details of my books. This is one of my favorites, an old and rare book, a book with maps, of the known Land of Fu. See, here is the Great Southern Valley, where you are from. There are some large areas which are blank, unknown.'
As they spoke, Bina had another sheet of paper, and she wrote upon it, what she learned from Ogg. She seemed terribly excited by places, and facts, and people, and languages. Ogg learned that she spoke a few tongues, and could read a few more from books.
Already that first day, some curious neighbors came by, to see the Barbarian they had heard about. Bina's family chased them away, but the next day, they came up with a solution. They cleaned up Ogg, leaving him dressed in his more basic clothes, they helped him wash his Blue Yak, then he simply rode upon his Yak, in the family's yard, while visitors came to watch, and were charged money. For more money, they could come inside the yard for a closer look. When they learned that Ogg carried a wooden flute and could play it, Bina asked him to do that as well.
In this way, Ogg earned his keep. The family came to trust him, allowing him inside the house, giving him a room of his own and a bed. In the house, he saw so many amazing things. Small machines and devices, of a golden metal, helped them to cook their food. Golden pipes delivered the water into their kitchen. All these things they seemed to take for granted, but Ogg was newly amazed, wanting to know the purpose of each device.
He also spent some hours each day with Bina, their friendship deepening. Slowly, he opened up and told her of Aalia, of his love for her, of her village's customs. Her eyes went wide as he described how open they were to coupling, and with outsiders.
'It was very strange to me, because in my land, we do not couple before marriage.' explained Ogg.
'In this land, it is the same.' agreed Bina. 'How strange that they have reversed it, that you must be with child before marriage, instead of after.' They looked at each other, and a spark of unspoken communication passed.
That night, as Ogg lay down into his bed to sleep, Bina came to him, wearing a soft garment like a shirt that hung loosely on her body. Like almost all the clothing in this warm land, it was very thin, and smooth. She climbed right onto his bed, looking at him.
'I want to kiss you, Barbarian.' she said softly.
'I want that also.' he replied.
'I want to do more than kiss you.' Her hands moved down his string, muscular chest, across his firm belly.
'I want that too. But by the rules of your land and mine, we cannot couple.'
She nodded. 'But what of ...' she paused, saying a word in her own language that sounded like shubhat, 'I don't know your word for it, it does not appear in Dictionaries. To take of your root, in my mouth?'
Ogg smiled. 'I have never heard that it is forbidden, so it must be permitted. It sounds very interesting.'
Her eyes went wide. 'What, have you never done this with a woman? What of your woman Aalia, and her sister and mother?'
'Never. You know their customs, they are so needful of offspring, so they always set upon my tool with their flower. To them, anything else would be wasting seed.'
'Well, that is not our custom, here.' said Bina smiling. Bending forward, she kissed him. Her lips felt wonderful, her small tongue hot and slippery. His hands moved to her body, feeling her supple form, her modest mounds, the small pebbles. She broke the kiss, moving down his body, pulling back his thin blanket to reveal his root, already growing. Once, twice, she kissed the tip, causing Ogg to gasp, then he moaned as she took him inside her mouth.
In less than one minute of delirious motion, Ogg could feel he was close to taking his please.
'Stop, I will spill, you won't want my seed in your mouth.' he managed to say.
Bina lifted her face and smiled at him. 'And why wouldn't I? I happen to love it, and I have been looking forward to drinking you for a long time. Just relax and take your pleasure.'
He did, as she returned her mouth to his root, within moments. They both moaned with pleasure, as she swallowed steadily.
'Now it is your turn.' said Bina matter-of-factly.
'My turn?' asked Ogg, his mind clouded with pleasure.
'For you to use your mouth upon my flower. Don't tell me you have never done that either?'
'I haven't.' he admitted sheepishly. 'But I did see Aalia do it upon her sister and mother.'
Bina nodded. 'That is incredible to me. In my land, this ... shubhat is quite accepted between boys and girls, men and women. I have done it with my friends, men and women alike, and even my brothers and sister. But a parent, no, that is definitely wrong.' She made a face. 'That Aalia would do this with her mother is terribly perverted to me. But, so are the differences between cultures. I see I will need to teach you what to do. Here.' She pulled her garment off, leaving her beautiful and naked in the pale evening light from his one window. She lay back and spread her legs. 'Start by touching me with your fingers, and then kisses.'
Ogg learned steadily. He loved kissing her all over, and loved to touch and kiss the petals of her flower. There was a taste on his lips, from her nectar, a pleasant taste, that was familiar.
'You taste nice.' he said. 'Like that spice, the one on the dish tonight, that came at the end of the meal? We do not have this spice in our land.'
'Cinnamon.' she said smiling.
'Yes. You taste like Cinnamon.'
He learned to find her button with his tongue, and the sounds she made encouraged him. His inexperience was balanced by Bina's excitement, at having this great Barbarian man between her legs, and she did eventually reach her pleasure. Ogg was rewarded with a gentle burst of Cinnamon flavor upon his tongue.
They caressed each other and spent a long time kissing, enjoying the feel of each other's warm naked bodies pressed together, then she left him alone and went back to her room.
It became a nightly ritual. Bina snuck into his room, wearing only her thin soft evening garment, they would kiss and talk, she would take him in her mouth, happily earning his seed, then he would practice with his mouth upon her flower. Slowly he improved, learning how to tell from her sounds, which direction lay her pleasure.
A few days later, Bina even dared to approach him in the daytime. It was mid-day, Bina's father was away working, her siblings were off at school, and her mother was upstairs taking the mid-day nap that was popular in this land. Ogg was taking a break from riding his Yak in the yard, which had become quite dull for him, although many visitors still came to the fence every day. Bina wore her brightly-colored day clothes, approached Ogg, behind her house. She looked both ways quickly to see if they were unobserved, then embraced him eagerly, her head tilting back, her lips pursed. Ogg bent down to kiss her passionately.
'Let me shubhat you.' she said breathily when they broke the kiss.
'Right here?' Ogg understood that their relationship was secret and would probably not be approved.
'Right here, right now, in your Barbarian clothes.'
Ogg's eyes went wide with surprise, but he nodded. Bina quickly sank to her knees in front of him, her fingers working urgently at the rough belt of his clothing. She moved so fast, his root was still soft when she found it, but she sucked it into her mouth regardless. Ogg's desire quickly overcame his surprise, his root growing swiftly in her mouth. As Bina moved her mouth rhythmically to swallow him, Ogg marveled again at how amazing it was, that her small mouth could accept his considerable root with such ease. Filled with desire, he put his hands upon her head, running them into her soft hair, holding her head and pressing more swiftly into her mouth. Part of his mind was scared he might be using her mouth too roughly, but her quiet noises of pleasure encouraged him. Holding Bina's head, thrusting into her mouth, he was reminded briefly of how he had held Aalia, her body and those of her family, to thrust into their flowers. The memories overwhelmed him, his seed came quickly. Bina swallowed again and again, intensely sucking his seed.
'Thank you.' said Ogg when she tucked his root away, and rose to her feet.
'Thank you.' she replied. 'You don't know how much I enjoy that, and how exciting your taste is.'
Bina's family was busy, always coming and going, leaving for trips, or welcoming friends to the house. In the swirl of activity, Ogg and Bina often found times they were alone together, in the day or night. Especially at night, Ogg was able to bring Bina pleasure with his mouth, but at all times she delighted at pleasuring him in her favorite manner.
Many days later, Bina came into his room at night, with a surprise, a second young woman, as golden-skinned and pretty as Bina, a little taller and thinner.
'This is Thala.' she explained. 'You met her before, she's my best friend.'
Ogg nodded, puzzled. Thala looked nervous.
The two women spoke quickly, quietly, in their own language. Then Thala turned to him, working up her courage, and spoke a few words in Ogg's own language, thickly accented.
'I want to taste you.'
Then she burst into giggles, and Bina joined in.
'Alright.' said Ogg, surprised but intrigued.
Nervously, Thala pulled back his covers, exposing his root, already half-firm. She took it in her hand and remarked upon it, in her own language, the words coming quickly and softly. She bent down and licked its length a few times, making it pulse, then she took it in her mouth. Her hands gently went to his thighs, his delicate orbs. Her skill and experience was obvious, and Ogg felt great pleasure.
Bina pulled off her night garment, laying naked beside Ogg. They kissed, then they looked down to watch Thala work his root. Bina moaned, brining one of her small mounds to Ogg's mouth, for him to suckle her pebble. Ogg reached down with his right arm and felt between Bina's legs, his fingers reaching her delicate flower, finding it wet.
'I told her I would let her shubhat you, if she would shubhat me.' said Bina. 'Would you like to see that? I remember it excited you to watch Aalia with another girl.'
'Yes, I would like to see that.' agreed Ogg. The idea swirled in his mind as Thala's action built in intensity, and suddenly he was losing control, spilling his seed in Thala's mouth. Thala gave a quiet squeal of surprise, and then a distinct moan of pleasure as she swallowed.
'So she likes you too.' explained Bina with a smile. They moved around the bed, the two women chatting in their own language. They kissed, then Thala slid down between Bina's legs and placed her mouth upon Bina's flower. Ogg stared, drinking in the sight of their two beautiful bodies enjoined in pleasure this way. Unsure of what to do, he came to lay beside Bina, kissing her and nibbling her pebbles as her friend brought her skillfully to pleasure.
'Now we really should return the favor.' Bina told Ogg. 'Help me, and I will teach you more of what I know.'
Ogg found himself agreeing, then the two of them were between Thala's legs, working together, back and forth, as delighting Thala's flower with their lips and tongues. Ogg tasted Cinnamon in the nectar again, from Thala's button and from Bina's mouth. Ogg carefully imitated Bina's actions, her way of using her fingers and tongue together. It did not take long for Thala to reach the peak of her pleasure, placing a hand over her own mouth to muffle her cries.
As the weeks went by, Bina became more and more attached to her Barbarian friend. Even when not entangled in pleasure, they would spend long hours together, when the visitors became infrequent and Ogg's presence was not needed for display.
Although she didn't say it exactly, Ogg realized that Bina was feeling trapped in her comfortable life, with all her education, in this land of sunshine and golden machinery. She loved her books, but the reason she loved them is they spoke of the outside world, the wild and untamed, the exotic cultures of faraway lands. It was the reason that drove her learn the tongues of foreigners, even the tongues of bygone years. And now it drove Bina closer to Ogg, despite the great gap in their worlds.
'It would be impossible for us to marry, here.' Bina told him one day. 'My family likes you, they understand you are good-hearted. But they do see you as an uneducated, uncultured Barbarian. My people would never entirely accept you, if we lived here.'
'You know I must leave someday.' Ogg replied. 'You tell me that your books and maps tell the way to the Great Capitol. I must go there, earn my fortune, and return home to my Valley.'
Bina nodded. 'I dream of going with you. But it would be impossible.'
'Why?' He looked puzzled.
'Because... well, because... it just would, wouldn't it?' Bina stared at him. 'Maybe it wouldn't be. Maybe you're smarter than you look.'
'Thanks.' He stared back. 'I think I love you, and I would happily wed you.'
'I think I love you to. Oh, Ogg! Take me away to the Great Capitol, wed me and I'll be yours.'
For the next few weeks, they made plans in secret. Meanwhile, their clandestine meetings for pleasure continued, with Bina delightedly draining his root in her mouth, once or twice a day. Ogg was only a little surprised when Bina came into his room one night, leading her sister, Beora, a small girl that had always been fairly quiet in the household.
'Can she join us? Surely she is too young.' remarked Ogg quietly.
'She has 13 years, and her body is well into the transformation to womanhood.' replied Bina. 'It is just shubhat, that is considered a very casual thing in our culture. Would you not want to do it with her?'
Ogg looked at the girl, who said nothing but smiled prettily.
'Very well,' he agreed, 'but we should give her pleasure first.'
Bina nodded. 'I will start.'
Ogg watched, fascinated, as Bina removed her sister's garment and trailed kisses down her young body, placing her mouth upon her sister's young flower. Ogg's root grew as he watched, until he could no longer just sit aside. He moved by Beora's side, touching her body, feeling her growing mounds, the tiny pebbles, the way her breathing rose and fell as she delighted in her sister's tongue.
'Your turn.' said Bina, moving aside and letting Ogg get down for a taste of Beora's young flower. He sought out the little button, and was rewarded with the girl's small legs wrapping around his head, hugging his face tighter to her body. Glancing up, he saw the sisters kissing passionately, and it was just a few minutes before Beora clearly and noisily reached her young pleasure, her cries muffled by her sister's tongue in her mouth. Her nectar was slightly sweet on his tongue.
Ogg's root was painfully hard.
'Let us both pleasure you.' said Bina.
Ogg nodded, sitting up in his bed and leaning back, spreading his legs and allowing both sisters to approach. Beora giggled as she saw his hard root, but she soon lost her shyness and took it comfortably in her hand, and then her mouth, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Bina sat beside her, fondling Ogg's delicate orbs as her sister swallowed a surprising amount of his root, then she took her turn. Ogg felt Beora's delicate tongue caressing the base of his root as Bina sucked upon its head. Back and forth it went, teasing him, stopping and passing the root between their mouths each time as he approached his pleasure. In frustration, he placed a large hand upon the backs of their heads, pushing down gently. Bina wiggled away, encouraging him to take control of her younger sister's head.
'Go ahead, we've teased you long enough.' she said, coming up to kiss Ogg, looking down to watch him thrusting into her sister's mouth, right at the loss of control. His pleasure came, with a great rush. The seed caught Beora by surprise, a bit trickling from her mouth as she tried to swallow.
Bina giggled and moved down to kiss her sister, licking up the seed that threatened to escape.
Ogg thought that was the end of the occasion, but they made no move to depart, and Bina reminded him she had not had her own pleasure.
'Watch.' she told him. 'And do for me, what I taught you last week.'
Ogg watched in surprise as Bina lay out upon the bed, completely naked, and her smaller sister lay upon her, facing the other way. In this odd inverted way, they held each other's bodies, and their mouths found each other's flowers. It was a beautiful sight.
Remembering what Bina had said, Ogg pressed two fingers into Bina's flower, feeling the swift motions of her sister's tongue next to him. With his fingers wet, as he had been taught, he gently worked one into Bina's bottom hole. The effect was immediate, with Bina moaning under their combined attention. Feeling emboldened, Ogg reached his other hand down and pressed two fingers into Beora's young flower, finding it wet, then worked a finger into her bottom hole as well. Beora squealed with surprise, but didn't lift her face or complain, so he assumed it was welcome.
In this way, as Ogg wiggled his fingers in their tight bottom holes, the sisters came to a strong and mutual pleasure, swallowing each other's nectar.
Bina told her family that she would spend a few days to accompany Ogg to the northern frontier of the Golden Land, acting as his guide, so that he could continue on his quest. They accepted her plan happily, understanding that Ogg was not of this land, and his future lay beyond. It was time for him to go.
That gave some excuse for their preparations, for provisioning the Yak. The family gave Ogg some gifts to ease his journey, a few small machines of golden metal. Ogg did not full understand their purpose, but Bina explained they would be valuable to barter with in the lands that lay ahead of him. They also gave him a flute, of the same metal, modeled after his simple wooden flute. He played it, and they all marveled at its sound. They patched up his Yak's saddle, gave him a golden canteen for water, and procured dried subtropical fruits and meats of this land, for his journey.
That afternoon, Bina's parents were away working, and Bina herself was away at market, buying something for their trip. Ogg was behind the house, and found himself confronted by Beora. For such a young woman, a girl really, she had a hungry look in her eyes. She approached him, in the shade of the house, and put her small hand upon Ogg, between his legs. His root responded immediately. He took her small face in his hands and kissed her, while she used her hands to undo his clothes. Not a word was spoken. She freed his root and stroked in her hand until it was hard, then dropped to her knees, swallowing him whole. Though she lacked the skill and experience of her older sister, Ogg was thrilled by Beora's great enthusiasm, such great desire in someone so young. Again he was surprised by how much of his root she could take in her small mouth. It was barely minutes before his seed inevitably spilled, and this time she did not lose a drop, sucking powerfully. When he was completely drained, she rose and kissed him, smiled wide, and walked away.
That evening, Bina was away at her friend Thala's house. Ogg went to slept in Bina's bed, in the house, alone. As he lay down, there was a dark shape in the doorway, watching him. Stealthily, the figure snuck across the room and sat down on the bed beside him. To Ogg's surprise, it was not Bina's sister, but instead her mother. For a minute, she just regarded him, silently, the expression on her face inscrutable. Then she opened the front of her robe, exposing her golden mound to his gaze. Although Ogg knew her to have nearly 40 years, and to be mother to three children, he saw that her mounds were still surprisingly supple, their pebbles inviting. She took one of his hands and placed it upon one mound, then lay one of her own hands upon Ogg, between his legs.
He caressed the mound in his hand, and when she felt his root growing firm, she smiled. Perhaps she was unsure of her appeal to this Barbarian half her age, but now she knew. She pulled away, moving down, bending over him, pulling a down the blanket, and Ogg found his growing root quickly slipping deep inside her hot, wet mouth. He did his best not to cry out, realizing that far more so than with Bina, this contact was forbidden. He briefly considered that his root had just been in the mouth of her youngest daughter hours earlier, and that he did not know the words to tell her. The difference in experience and technique was dramatic. She did not just bob her head, but turned it as well. Ogg felt his pleasure approaching. She turned her face up to watch him, gauging him carefully. Just when he was about to spill his seed in her mouth, she did something astonishing, with her fingers around the base of his root. The pleasure remained, and his root pulsed, but his seed did not spill.
'Truly the women of this land are remarkable.' Ogg thought to himself. 'I am so fortunate to be taking Bina away as my wife. I wonder if her family suspects it.'
Bina's mother pushed her robe off completely, then straddled his body, naked. She scooted up, planting her flower right upon his mouth. As Ogg had experienced this position several times with Bina, he had no trouble in responding correctly, taking her button his mouth. Her nectar was abundant. Ogg applied what he had learned with Bina, and after a few minutes, was rewarded by a wetness on his tongue. The taste of Cinnamon was quite like her daughters.
Ogg thought that she might leave him now, having taken her pleasure, but she surprised him again. Gripping his still-hard root, she pointed it at her flower and impaled herself. Lowering herself down, she lay upon him, offering her mounds to his hands, her pebbles to him mouth, and she rocked her hips, coupling with him deeply.
Ogg was delighted at the sensation, having gone so long without a woman's flower around him. He sucked her pebbles, holding her body, moving with her as she writhed upon him. He became aware of something unusual, something surprising, going on, upon his root. It felt as if, deep inside her flower, another small set of lips was stimulating him, something he had not felt when coupling with Aalia and the women of her village.
Bina's mother, moving upon, reached her own pleasure, collapsing upon his body briefly. Their mouths met, swirling in a kiss. Although her body had stopped moving, Ogg felt the small lips inside her, still moving on his painfully hard root. It was such a strange sensation, and so stimulating. He realized that his own pleasure was drawing closer, becoming inevitable.
Somehow, she sensed it. Sliding down his body, she pulled her flower away and replaced it with her mouth. After brief rhythmic sucking, Ogg surrendered, giving her a mouthful of seed. She moaned happily as she swallowed, exactly as her daughters had.
'Was that a test?' Ogg wondered to himself as she drew her robe around herself and snuck out of the room. 'Or did she just want to taste the Barbarian herself? How much does she know?'
Ogg and Bina set out the following morning, riding together on the Blue Yak, towing behind them a modest cart, with Ogg's gifts and provisions, covered in a strong, thin golden sheet that would keep the cart dry in any rain.
It seemed to Ogg that Bina's goodbyes with her family were a bit more lengthy than if she were simply taking three days away, two to go with him on Yak to the frontier, one day to return by golden-wheeled vehicle, as she told them. There was no clue they suspected anything, no tears in her mother's eyes.
'Won't you miss your friends and family?' asked Ogg, when they were well down the road, passing green pastures hemmed in by thin golden fences. Bina sat behind him, and her arms were around him, which felt nice. 'You may never see them again.'
'I know. Of course I will miss them, but I've made up my mind.' she replied firmly. 'There is so much more for me in the wider world, and I want to see it with you. There is no future here for me that I'm interested in.'
Ogg considered telling her about the night before, about her mother, but decided it was not the right time.
After a few minutes, she directed him to steer the Yak down a side road, and they came to the house of her friend, Thala. They stopped the Yak and dismounted. Thala came running out, ushering them inside. Inside the house, Thala led them to a heavy wooden chest, bound with thin loops of golden metal.
'Take this to the cart.' said Bina. 'It is a few more clothes, and my most prized books, many of which may be very valuable on our journey. I had to sneak them out of my house gradually, and hide them here, so my family would not suspect. Only Thala knows that I'm not coming back.'
Ogg carried the heavy chest. When he came back inside, he followed the sounds to Thala's room, where he found her and Bina half-naked, in her bed, kissing, with fingers upon each other's flowers.
'I know we must go.' said Bina to Ogg. 'But I will miss my best friend so much. Surely we have time for one last pleasure with each other?'
Ogg nodded and sat by them on the bed, watching as they tumbled together, passionately, the tall lovely Thala and his shorter, rounder Bina. Soon they were upon each other, inverted, each mouth to each other's flower. Ogg's root grew hard as he watched them. Bina looked up and saw his root, pulling away from her friend's flower and turning, to take his root in her mouth. She sucked steadily as she writhed her flower on her friend's mouth, and in a few minutes both she and Ogg were near their pleasure. Bina's pleasure arrived first, and she rolled off her friend. Seeing Ogg's hard root, Thala squealed and sat up, taking it in her own mouth.
'You can let her have your seed.' said Bina. 'Today we leave her, but I will have you forever.' She lay down on the bed, and Thala climbed upon Bina's mouth, now able to receive a shubhat from her friend while giving one to Ogg.
Ogg was close, seeing the excitement in Thala's eyes and feeing the intensity of her mouth. After a minute, he glanced down, and saw that Bina had placed not just one, but two fingers in her friend's bottom, working them in and out as Thala's hips rocked. Ogg felt his pleasure approaching. When Thala reached her pleasure first, it pushed him over the edge, and he let her drink all of his seed as she quivered through her peak.
Although breathing hard from their actions, as they found clothes again and prepared to depart, Bina and Thala were also misty-eyed as they hugged and kissed each other again and again. Finally Bina tore herself away and climbed onto the Yak with Ogg, and away they went.
That first night, they stayed in a small inn, drawing considerable stares from the citizens of the Golden Land. At the end of the afternoon of the second day, they reached the frontier.
'The border is the river.' Bina explained. 'The same great river that washed you down from the mountains, to my house. We have now followed it West, and when we cross it going North, we will leave my land."
There was a guardhouse beside a wide gap in the road, with a large bridge across the river behind it. Two guards, in shiny golden armor, stood by the gate.
'Wait here.' said Bina, dismounting, reaching into the cart to retrieve a small sack. She approached the guards, and had a lengthy conversation in her native tongue. Shortly, she followed them inside the guardhouse, then a few minutes later she came out. They were all smiling. Bina came back and climbed into the saddle behind Ogg, and the guards waved them past the gate, towards the bridge.
"What did you tell them?" asked Ogg.
"I bribed them to let us pass. I know if may seem strange to you, but in our technological land, we have paperwork. As a foreigner, you would need to pay a tax, and as a citizen, I would not be allowed to leave without the right documents, and a search of my belongings. I paid them a bribe instead."
"What was the bribe?"
"Just a sack of money." She smiled. "And I gave them each a shubhat. You taste better than them."
As they cross the wide river, Ogg considered that there were still many things about the world he did not understand, as so many things seemed to catch him by surprise.
"Now we pass into the land of the Tree People." said Bina. "In less than an hour we come to the first village. I have only been that far once in my life, and never beyond. I speak their tongue well enough to be understood."
Their first night was spent at an Inn in the village of the Tree People. Ogg noticed immediately that the people of this land were taller, thicker, and paler than in the Golden Land. Their carts and buildings were rough-hewn of great timbers, as stout at the people themselves. Ogg and Bina bathed and fell asleep immediately on the rough sheets, too exhausted to do anything else.
Ogg awoke to the feeling of Bina's mouth on his root. A lovely way to wake up, he considered. He reached down to play with his fingers in her flower as she kept going, until she was rewarded with his seed. They kissed, she she settled her naked body down on Ogg's mouth to get her own shubhat in return.
Back on the Blue Yak, they passed almost the whole day in thick forest. The houses became less frequent, but they still passed carts of the Tree People occasionally, pulled by stout horses, and often bearing wide logs. From time to time, the road branched. Bina read the wooden sign posts, and told him which way to point their Yak. From time to time Ogg would pull his golden flute from his saddlebag, and play it for her softly, as they rode.
As they stopped by the side of the road to rest and eat, Bina asked if she could sit in front of Ogg on the Yak, and he agreed. Ogg found he liked the position, as he could hand Bina the reins, and hold her small body in his arms as the Yak carried them forward. The feeling of her warmth against his front, in the cool forest, felt very nice. He noticed her breath was heavy.
'Reach inside my clothes.' said Bina.
Ogg felt around, under a hem and between layers of her multicolored garment, and found his hand on a bare mound, the flesh hot in his hand, the pebble firm.
'Lower.' she breathed.
Ogg's hand explored downward, across her soft belly, down between her legs. Reflexively, he sought out her button, and she gasped.
'The rocking of your Yak, in this saddle.' she moaned. 'It has been gently stimulating me all day. I am feeling so desirous, I can hardly stand it. I wish we were already married, so that I could take you in my flower right now.'
Ogg gently rubbed the tip of his finger over her button. She bent her head back, and the difference in their height made it possible for them to kiss, as he touched her. In minutes, she reached her pleasure.
Ogg decided this was as good a time as any to tell her of what had happened, with her mother, the night before they left.
'Aha, I knew she would!' said Bina as he began to describe the encounter. 'There was no way she could stop herself. She knew I was exchanging shubhat with you because I told her, and I somewhat hinted at how good you taste. I knew she would find the occasion, eventually, to try you.'
'Yes.' said Ogg. 'But she also took me in her flower.'
Bina paused, clearly surprised. 'Really! Well that figures. She is a woman, I am but a girl, and she has that freedom.' She smiled. 'How did it feel? Compared with the other women you have lain with, in that village?'
'It was good, but it was .. there was something different.'
Bina laughed. 'So, you experienced the fluhaf. Inside her?'
'I guess I did. What is it?'
'It's just a little something special about some women of my kind. We are a little different inside. Not every woman in the Golden Land possesses fluhaf, although it certainly runs in our entire clan. I didn't tell you, because I was going to leave it as a surprise for when we are wed. I thought you might be so curious, that you would be tempted to couple with me too soon.'
Ogg chuckled with her. 'Well, it did feel very interesting. And you're right, I'm more eager than ever for us to wed and couple.'
When the sun went down that day, they were still far from any town, so they pitched camp a distance from the road. The next day, they found a large town and Bina spent some time in the shops, trading one of their small golden machines for some coin of this land, and they ate well and re-provisioned themselves. Bina sat for a moment with one of her books, then she made inquiries of several Tree People. She seemed quite fearless, despite her petite size next to the bulk of the people of this land. Ogg hoped she wasn't counting on his strength to protect her from these people, who seemed peaceful but also quite intimidating.
'A small detour.' she concluded, informing Ogg. 'We can take a road that goes through the capitol of the Tree People, and they we can be wed. It will not be along the traditions of your land, nor of mine, but I feel it's good enough, don't you?'
Ogg smiled. 'If you're happy, then I am.'
Three days later, they reached the capitol. As the Tree People preferred their life in the forest, it was a modest small city, more a large town. At the center, however, was a majestic chapel, just as Bina had described, built of truly massive beams of wood. Ogg could not even imagine how they were lifted into place. Bina consulted at length with the officials of the chapel. They seemed utterly baffled that two strange foreigners would want to be wed here. Some coin changed hands, and within two hours, Ogg and Bina found themselves dressing in their best clothes and standing in the middle of the chapel, in front of an official of impressive size, his arms like tree branches. Bina struggled to translate for Ogg, so he could say the lines he was meant to. In very little time, the ceremony was over.
'That's it.' said Bina, beaming, kissing him. 'We're married!' She held two thin bands of the golden metal of her land. As they put on the rings, they kissed again.
Ogg's heart swelled, and he tried to imagine himself, so long ago in his home in the Great Southern Valley, when his parents told him he might find a foreign wife. He could never have imagined anything like this day.
That night, they spent some considerable coinage on the finest Inn in the town. They had hot water to bathe, the bed was quite large, and the sheets even almost approached softness.
In bed, Ogg used his mouth on Bina's flower until he could taste her Cinnamon nectar begin to flow. She begged him to stop and press into her flower, to couple with her as man and wife. He did so, and the sensation was delicious. To his surprise, she showed no discomfort, only pleasure. She tried to explain, about how Thala's fingers had prepared her, but she was so overcome with the sensation that she could barely speak. When Ogg was all the way inside, he felt it, not nearly as strong as it had been with her mother, but definitely there, the fluhaf she had spoken of, fluttering against the tip of his root.
'That feels so wonderful, I will surely spill my seed inside you.' said Ogg, pausing. 'Is that something we should do? I might get you with child, and we have a long voyage ahead of us.'
'You are right.' she agreed. 'I was hoping to feel your seed inside me, but it is wiser not to. It is simple, when you feel your pleasure it close, simply bring your root to my mouth instead.'
Ogg nodded and thrust into her flower with delight, until he became close, then he did put it in her mouth for her to drink his seed, as she desired.
It took another week to reach the northern limit of the Land of the Tree People. Ogg and Bina coupled whenever the desire took them, and it did take them often, not just when camping or lodging at night, but often in a glade of trees just off the road, standing up and entering Bina's flower from behind, or even in the saddle. Though, after they had tried it in the saddle a few times, they both agreed that the balancing was awkward, with Bina in Ogg's lap, facing him, their modesty preserved by their clothes, her flower impaled on his root, the gentle rocking motion of the Yak driving them to pleasure.
Now the road left the rolling forest, and climbed through foothills of bare rock and wind-swept grass. They saw few people, except the occasional wandering shepherd with flock. As some points the road turned back on itself, and they could stand at the bend and look back for miles over where they had been. The air became cold, and they reached into their cart for warmer clothes. To camp, they sought a nook between rock protected from the wind, and made a fire.
Through Bina's guidance, her knowledge of maps and climate and calendar, they made it to the Great Pass in a few days. As they came through, snow was just beginning to fall. The Blue Yak, in his long warm hair, was perfectly comfortable in the cold, but Ogg and Bina had to bundle up in all their clothing, huddled against the wind. It took a full day of travel to leave the snow behind, then they started to descend. On a wide curve, they had a view looking north, over the vast Northern Plains. There, in the distance, obscured by haze, was the Great City, the Capitol of the Land of Fu.
It took more than a week of travel to reach the outskirts of the city. In crossing the plains, they again followed the course of a river, which wound gently through the landscape, dotted by farms and vast fields, some in grain, others in pasture, some with patches of forest. Many of the fields were bare, having been harvested for the fall. In the places they stayed, food was abundant and the folk were generous.
Realizing that the Blue Yak would be out of place in the city, they inquired at a village very close by, looking for someone that would accept the Yak on their farm, for some considerable time. Some found the idea too strange, but soon they found a farmer and his wife, Normert and Willa, of friendly disposition, who welcomed the chance to care for the Yak, in exchange for the labor the Yak could provide.
They stayed for a few days in the farm house, with the couple's small children running underfoot, as Ogg soothed his Yak and accustomed him to the new farm, the new responsibilities. Ogg and his Yak had never been apart, not in their entire lives, so it was a dramatic time for both of them.
Ogg and Bina shared meals with the family, sharing part of the story of their voyage, tales from their own lands, which their hosts found fascinating. After dinner on the second day, Bina came to Ogg in private.
'I have had a private talk with Willa.' she said. 'She came to me with a proposal. The customs of this land are quite conservative, like my own, but privately they are more open. They like us both, and she would like to have you warm her bed, and her husband to warm mine.'
'And what did you say?'
'I said that as I am newly wed, I would not take her husband in my flower, but that I would be happy to warm his bed in other ways. She understood. Do you like the idea? You could take her in any way, if you like.'
Ogg thought of Willa, her young body, her blonde hair quite exotic to him, and the warm looks they had been exchanging over dinner. And he thought of his Bina sharing Normert's bed, knowing she would shubhat him to both their pleasure. He did not feel any jealousy, such was his bond with Bina.
'I do like the idea.' he agreed.
That night, after the small children were put to bed in their own rooms, Ogg and Normert grinned at each other as they moved between rooms to lay in the bed of each other's wife. Willa stood and kissed Ogg as they undressed, her lips and fingers eager, clearly excited to be with such a strong, young muscular Barbarian. Ogg was also thrilled to get his hands on Willa's body, exotic to him, thin and pale, her generous mounds, her light pink pebbles. Once they fell into bed, he surprised her by kissing her flower, long deep kisses. Willa giggled in surprise, and moaned. She tasted to Ogg of freshly scythed hay, a clean smell of the field, of abundant grain. He found her button and kept going, applying what he had learned from Bina, until Willa reached her pleasure, crying out.
'And should I also use my mouth on you?' asked Willa, as he pulled away.
'In the land where my wife is from, she calls it shubhat, and everyone does it quite casually. I don't know what the custom is in your land?'
'I don't know about others,' she explained, 'because it is not spoken of publicly. But for myself, my husband is always asking me to do this... shubhat you call it, for him, and I am reluctant. If your wife enjoys it, then my husband is a happy man right now.' She smiled. 'I don't mind taking him in my mouth, but I don't want to taste his seed.'
'I have been told that my seed tastes good.' said Ogg returning her smile. 'And would it be safe for me to take my pleasure in your flower? For you may become with my child, not your husband's.'
'That isn't a problem." She smiled at Ogg. "My husband and I lay together often, and I have not become with child for several years. I may no longer be able, or perhaps you will give us a welcome surprise.'
Ogg smiled and nodded, moving upon her body and coupling. She cried out with excitement at his strength, and they coupled madly, for quite a long time. Ogg was astonished at her passion, even when he stopped to catch his breath, she rolled him over and rode him like a beast, until he reached his pleasure inside her. He thought they might be through, but she moved down to take his root in her mouth, drawing him back to hardness, and they continued coupling, in many positions. She reached her own pleasure once, then again, as he fulfilled her flower from behind, on her hands and knees. Finally he was close to his own pleasure for the second time, and let her know.
'Let me have in my mouth, as your wife does.' she gasped, as her body rocked with his thrusts. 'I will see for myself how you taste.'
Ogg pulled back from her flower. Willa spun about quickly to catch it with her mouth, and drank his seed from deep inside him.
'Not bad.' she said with a smile. They fell together into the bed, pulled up the blanket against the cold, and warmed each other as they fell asleep.
Ogg helped Normert on his farm the next day, as Bina spent hours with Willa, learning about the state of affairs in the nearby Capitol, and making plans. That night, they again went to bed with each other's mate. Ogg and Willa were still coupling strong and steady, when Bina surprised them by returning to the room. They stopped and looked at her.
'Your husband just falls asleep after I shubhat him.' complained Bina. 'And he doesn't seem to know how to shubhat a woman.'
Willa laughed. 'I'm sorry about that, you're right.'
'May I share the bed with both of you?' asked Bina.
'I suppose so. You are very beautiful, but I have never lain with a woman, as you tell me is common in your land.'
Bina smiled broadly. 'Then you are in for pleasure. Ogg, surrender her flower to me.'
Ogg moved aside and let Bina work her mouth upon Willa, causing the pale blonde woman to gasp in surprise, and then in growing pleasure. Ogg kissed Willa and took her pebbles in his mouth, as she moaned quietly, her body rocking gently. After barely a minute, Willa reached her pleasure quite suddenly, surprising even herself. Bina pulled her mouth away, but desire shown in Willa's eyes, and she grabbed Bina's golden-brown face, pulled her back.
'Again.' she said, almost pleading.
Ogg found his root painfully hard watching, so he moved to Bina and spent some minutes with his mouth upon her flower, from behind. He then slid into her, as she knelt between Willa's legs. After a minute of coupling, he held himself deep inside, feeling Bina's fluhaf stimulating the tip of his root. Pulling out, he moved back to the head of the bed and offered his root, dripping wet with nectar, to Willa's mouth. Willa, with eyes glazed over as she reached her own pleasure a second time, nodded and accepted him in her mouth, tasting.
'She tastes... I know that taste, it is a spice... an expensive spice, from far away.'
'Yes.' said Ogg. 'You could try her nectar directly.'
Willa nodded weakly. Bina scampered up her body and planted her flower upon Willa's mouth, quietly coaching her on what to do. Ogg moved and plunged himself into Willa's flower. In this way, they engaged in coupling and shubhat with each other, the three of them, until they were all glowing with pleasure and tired. Willa reluctantly left them, to return to her husband's bed, to keep him warm.
'I really enjoyed that.' said Bina as they cuddled together, drifting towards sleep. 'Having a man and a woman in my bed. I get to have everything.'
Ogg kissed her and murmured his agreement.
Normert hitched their cart to one of his own horses the following morning, and pulled them into the city. Ogg was astonished at the size of the buildings, at the crowds of people, all looking so busy. Bina was very excited to be in this city she had only read of in books, but her focus was on practical matters: selling one of her golden machines in a shop, for money, arranging a place for them to live. At the end of the day, they thanked Normert and bid him farewell. They moved into their abode, a very simple room in an older stone house, of two floors, with a rickety old wooden staircase.
'It is cold here, and with none of the comforts of my life in the Golden Land.' said Bina, as they fell, exhausted into bed. 'But there is nowhere else in the world I would rather be, than with you here right now.' They slept soundly.
Over the next few days, they settled into the city. They found things they needed, a warmer blanket, items of cookware. Ogg struggled with the language, close to his own tongue from the Southern Valley, but different enough that he needed to learn many new words. With her quick mind and great love of knowledge, Bina picked up the tongue and accent almost immediately, making friends wherever they went.
Within a few days, Bina found employment in a shop of wares, her skill with language and numbers and her warm personality perfect for the job. Ogg tried to find work as a laborer, but he did not have any luck, struggling to communicate, and finding the other strong working-men of the city to be quite unfriendly.
The nights were getting cold, but the days were still warm enough that the city people did mingle outdoors. Ogg wandered through the great Park at the center of the city, finding groups of people sitting about, picnicking or lounging about. Ogg marveled at how the people of this city had such idle time. In his Valley home, life was almost always about work, laboring on the land for survival. Here, so many people seemed wealthy enough to have great leisure. One group was gathered around a few men drumming. Fascinated, Ogg drew close and listened. On a whim, he produced his golden flute and blew a few notes. Some people turned to look, and a drummer waved to him to come over.
So began Ogg's career as a musician in the Park. People of all ages loved how he played his flute. He became friends with the drummers, and eventually met other musicians as well, including some that played instruments with strings. Each day, some money would be tossed into a hat in front of them, and in this way, Ogg could bring home a little money. It wasn't much, just enough to buy supper, much less than Bina earned, but she was very happy with him.
One evening, when they had lived in the city a few weeks, Bina came home from work with a friend, a petite dark-skinned woman a few years older, having 24 years, named Marena. Ogg already knew Marena well from stories Bina had told, but had not met her in person. He knew they worked together, and both being foreigners to this land, had found a rapport on their shared experience as outsiders, learning their way in a new land. Marena had been in the City for over a year.
Marena shared a small meal with them, soup prepared over the fireplace, chatting away comfortably, then Bina revealed the purpose of the visit, as they sat together at their modest table.
'Marena and I talk about everything.' she confided. 'I mean everything. We were comparing the customs of our lands, and found that she grew up with her own form of shubhat. So, we have pleasured each other at work, in the back of the store, when nobody else is around.'
Ogg nodded and looked back and forth between the women, as they smiled at him.
'So... I told her about how much I enjoyed having a woman in my bed, along with my husband. She agreed to come and meet you.'
'And I like you very much.' said Marena. 'You are handsome and I can tell you are kind.'
Ogg put an extra log in the fireplace to warm the room a little, and soon found himself in bed, the three of them undressing each other. He watched as Bina fell upon Marena, kissing her way down from lips to flower. Marena threw her head back in pleasure, then took Ogg's root in her hand, feeling it, stroking it. Ogg kissed her and played with her dark pebbles, noticing on the unusual shape of her mounds. She tugged at his root eagerly, so he let her take it in her mouth. She was still sucking gently and happily upon his root when she reached her own pleasure, on Bina's tongue.
Bina came up and kissed Ogg, her mouth wet with Marena's nectar.
'That taste.' said Ogg. 'It is slightly salty...'
'Like the sea.' said Bina.
'I have never seen the sea.' admitted Ogg. 'But I trust that is the essence of her nectar.'
'The people of my land are sea-faring.' explained Marena. 'So perhaps that is what you taste.'
'Now, please, Ogg.' asked Bina. 'I wish to do, what we did with Willa that time, where you did couple with me, and she took my button in her lips at the same time?'
Ogg and Marena smiled and gave Bina what she asked for, pleasuring her body again and again. Soon, Ogg was ploughing Marena's dark flower as well, on top of her, driving her to pleasure with massive thrusts. After Marena had reached her own pleasure and Ogg was nearly upon his, Bina pulled his root out of Marena's flower and to her own mouth, where she accepted his seed, then moved up to share it with Marena in a kiss. Ogg sat back, drained.
'How common is shubhat in your land?' Ogg asked.
Marena swallowed the last of his seed and smiled. 'Very common. But the customs are different than Bina's land. I have shubhat with my sisters, and my mother, all the women in my family. But with men, it is more restricted. It would be terribly perverted for me to do with my brother or father. Only with my young suitors would it be acceptable, and I have drained many a young man eager to make my acquaintance.' She smiled. 'You taste better than them.'
'So I have been told.' Ogg laughed.
As Ogg rested, the two women moved into an inverted embrace, pleasuring each other's flowers. Remembering Bina and her sister in the same arrangement, Ogg wet his finger and slipped it into Bina bottom hole. Bina moaned, and he saw her wet her finger and slip it into Marena's bottom. Marena gasped. Together they moved, fingers and lips and tongue working feverishly, until each woman reached her own pleasure.
'You have another pleasure left in you.' said Bina as they pulled apart, looking at Ogg. 'How would you like us?'
'Could you lie together, face to face?' he asked. Ogg paused to consider how far he come, from the innocent farm boy he had been. Now he was sophisticated in bed.
The women moved together, mouth to mouth, pebbles to pebbles, flower to flower. Ogg moved behind them, between all four legs, pressing first into Marena's flower, then pulling back and slipping to Bina's. He found them both wet with nectar, and very hot.
'Very nice.' agreed Bina, between kisses. 'This way you can couple with both of us at the same time.'
He alternated between them, feeling the differences, the way the outer lips of Marena's flower gripped him, the fluttering fluhaf deep inside Bina's snug flower.
'Where do you want to spill your seed?' asked Bina.
'You could put it in my bottom hole.' said Marena. 'That is common in our land, and I would welcome it.'
Ogg paused, unsure of what she was suggesting. His root pulsed with excitement at the idea but it seemed so perverted. Bina filled in the awkward pause.
'Or you could spill your seed in my flower, and perhaps you will get me with child. I am ready, and we are comfortable enough now in this city, a child would be welcome.'
Ogg smiled and pressed firmly and deeply into Marena, making her gasp. Just at the last second, he moved his root down into his wife, and spilled his seed there, for the very first time.
Marena stayed with them that night, sleeping with Bina in the middle, the two of them kissing and caressing her to sleep, touching her belly, encouraging the seed to take, inside her. In the morning, the two women left for work together.
On to Part 3