Part 2

Kalaya ran quickly away from the soldier lying on the ground, her heart racing with excitement. She stopped behind a tree momentarily, surveying her toned and now nude body. As she caught her breath, a thrill rushed up her spine as the events played themselves out in her mind once more. She remembered how she had taken this one who thought himself so strong and powerful by surprise, how she had overwhelmed him with her strength, and used him for her pleasure. Furthermore, he recognized her superiority, and submitted to her desires. Though she frowned on such weakness and acquiescence, she did give him credit for at least recognizing just how outmatched he was. Such submission was nothing less than what she, a noble warrior woman of the Order of the Lotus Flower, deserved. She walked slowly through the jungle, still on her guard. The thrill of making one of them submit to her every desire was strong in her mind, and she would not pass the opportunity to do it again if such a opportunity presented itself. The tongues of her slavegirls were exquisite, yet, they lacked something that this one had. He was, being a male, and an enemy at that, worthy of no less than her utmost contempt, and any mercy he was shown was only because of her great generosity. And yet, there was a forbidden excitement in capturing and subjugating him so. Perhaps the thrill of the hunt raised her excitement to new heights. Kalaya reached the outskirts of her village some time later, a secluded place in the shadow of a great mountain. She raised her arm in the salute of the Order, her fingers contorting into its complex symbol. Suitably identified to the sentries hidden from view but everpresent, she continued onward onto a path leading to a clearing. She wiped a bit of sweat from her brow, and flicked a few strands of her untamed black hair away from her eyes. She was a bit dismayed that she had arrived back at her village without the chance to conquer another of the foolish invaders, especially as fully as she had conquered the first, but she knew her time would come. She strolled into their village with a confident air about her, glancing about at the vast array of bamboo and stone structures which characterized their civilization. She had seen them hundreds of times before, but after victory in battle they were always that much more beautiful to her. They characterized the standards she was upholding. They showed her what she was really fighting for. She walked through the streets of the village, her state of nudity no source for shame, as many of the other women of the village were in that state or near it. Only a priestess or noblewoman feels the need to hide her form, and Kalaya thought that was largely because she was hiding weakness. She would never say that out loud, of course; at least not where that could be heard by those in power. She made her way to a narrow alley, between two large bamboo walls, and into a dimly lit cave. Here was where a cool spring which flowed underground all the way from the mountain finally surfaced in a little pool, and the cave had been enlarged and made into a bathing and relaxing area for the village. As Kalaya approached, two slavegirls quickly emerged from shanties on the sides of the pool. They were nude, like herself, and the same golden color. Their bodies were not as well-exercised, nor as adorned, but in their youth and their vigor they had a certain beauty to them. Kalaya was always kind to the slavegirls, and they reciprocated with the utmost in care and comfort. Deeper into the cave, the temperature was pleasantly cool. Kalaya smiled at the slavegirls, who bowed their heads submissively and set to their task. The three of them entered the slightly brisk water together, all six nipples quickly responding to the chill. Kalaya smiled slightly as this happened, lowering herself into the water. She became accustomed to it after a moment, enjoying the feel of the cool water on her bare skin. Even more so, she enjoyed the touch of the slavegirls on her skin, who had each taken up a soft cloth and were washing her off. She moaned slightly as they ran the cloth across her still-hard nipples, the slightly rough fabric invigorating her even more than the water was already. She sunk even further into the water, one of the slavegirls straddling her in order to wash her hair. The slavegirl's small, pert breasts were right in her face as she set to her task, and Kalaya could not resist biting down softly on the girl's nipples, which were standing out quite prominently from the chill of the water. A gasp was Kalaya's response, and the response to that was a soft bite on the other nipple. The slavegirl tried her utmost to keep to her task of washing the warrior woman's hair, but each soft nibble upon her tender and eager flesh made her resolve that much weaker. Kalaya's hands gripping the girl's sides made it clear she was not to move, and when her hands finally left their resting place there, though she could then move, she did not wish to, as two of Kalaya's dexterous fingers were now sliding into the slavegirl's warmth. A third finger soon joined the two, which stretched the girl almost to her limits, causing her to moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Kalaya's fingers slid quickly in and out of the warm space, while her head tilted to the side, affectionately biting the second slavegirl's eager nipples in much the same was she did with the first. Kalaya raised one of her legs, and the second slavegirl slid one of hers into the newly available space. She pressed up next to Kalaya, each woman's heat pressed against the other's. As her fingers slipped in and out of the first eager slave, her hips began to move in a circle, grinding herself against the other slavegirl. Their aching love nests pressed together, rubbing against each other, slipping, sliding, sticking, and bringing each of them sweet delight. The first girl's hips started to move as well, bouncing up and down on Kalaya's tireless fingers. The two women pressed together did their dance of passion while the third moaned in response to the three fingers exploring her body from the inside. Soon Kalaya felt her desire about to spill over, and her fingering and grinding grew rapid and erratic as she pushed herself to completion, closing her eyes every muscle in her body tensed, and the moaning along with the slavegirls, who were themselves in the grips of ecstasy. After they had their fill of the true joys of the bath, Kalaya gave each slavegirl a soft kiss, for, as mentioned before, she was kind to them. She then set out from the bath again, refreshed in more way than one. There was a war to win... and invaders to subjugate. This was only the beginning.