Chapter 1

Naked as the day she was born, she stood on the hill watching the battle on the field below.

Not a person down below saw her, but all knew she was there. Some waited for her, some anticipated, some feared.

Impassively, she witnessed the bloody skirmish below. The anguished cries of the dead were louder than any sounds of the battle, their mornful cries and sobs even reaching her from afar.

She observed as one of the soldiers ran full speed across the field. She did not know why the action caught her interest in a field of action, but her eyes could not leave the darting woman. The woman below ran as fast as her legs could take her, away from or towards something.

Suddenly, the woman below stopped. Her gaze did not seem to waver from her target ahead as she swayed very slightly for a couple of moments before collapsing to the ground. An explosion of blood could be seen erupting from the side of the woman below fell to the ground, unmoving once her body hit the earth except the waning spirts of blood, quickly growing smaller as her heartbeat ceased.

For Ni’hil, that was the signal that it was time. It was not an official signal – that would never come from the commanders. But, she knew that she was needed.

She was not completely naked. Two belts hung from her waste, carrying various tools of her trade. From one belt, she pulled out two fingerless red gloves, putting them on. As she moved her fingers hanging at her sides afterwards, her fingers danced with hints of static electricity, part of the magic of those gloves.

From the other belt, she removed two small devices. Without a second thought, she inserted the smaller device into her anus, feeling with satisfaction the soft, gentle vibration of the device. The second device, she inserted into her vagina, the soft, gentle vibration of that device working in conjecture with the first.

Her pre-battle dress completed, Ni’hil stood at the hill, still invisible to the rest of the world, before breaking off into a full run towards the heart of battle.

Ma’jiel was the first to see her. Ma’jiel had been fighting fiercely, but was growing weary as the battle continued. Even in the heat of the battle, she found her eyes scanning the hilltops, searching for the comfort she knew was up there somewhere, the comfort she knew would appear at just the right time. Even in the heat of battle, she could see others scanning the hlllside.

Then she saw the motion, atop one of the hillsides her eyes kept falling back to. One moment, the hillside was barren, the next moment she saw the slim, athletic figure rushing down the hill towards the field of battle effortlessly. She saw the figure raise one arm without breaking stride, three bolts of static electricity leaping from her fingers and strike three of the enemy, felling them. Again, without breaking stride, she raised her other arm, seven bolts of static electricity felling seven more of the enemy.

The woman was as striking as her legend. Her short, dark hair waved easily through the air as she gracefully twirled around, sending more bolts across the battlefield, the enemy falling with each strike. Ma’jiel could see Ni’hil’s squinted eyes dancing around the battlefield, seemingly picking out targets, sending them to their graves.

A second wind caught Ma’jiel as she stood, ran and expertly swung her weapons at the first two she encountered, sending them all to their graves in a split second. Many of her allies saw the same and did the same.

For the enemy, the battle had been lost the moment Ni’hil had been sighted. Already, many were laying down their arms. Only minutes after the first bolts left Ni’hil’s fingers, the battle was over. Arms clattered to the battle floor, hands rose to the sky, heads bowed.

Ni’hil stood astride over her last fallen, an enemy general, surveying the field. She removed the two devices, putting them into her pocket, their jobs finished.

Ma’jiel stood astride over her last fallen, not an enemy general but a commander, two hundred yards from Ni’hil. She found herself unable to tear her eyes from the other woman, so lovely and so powerful in a field of horror and ugliness.

“You,” Ni’hil said softly, yet loudly enough to be heard. “You will do.”

Ma’jiel’s heart leapt into her throat as she realized the words were directed at her. With a confidence she did not feel, she strode over to the hero, who had now moved to a part of the field empty of any warrior bodies.

Ni’hil stood on the field, tall, proud, witnessing the woman approaching her, a smile of satisfaction on her face at her choosing. Her hands were folded behind her back, her legs still spread apart as if she were still astride an enemy general.

Ma’jiel stopped a couple feet short of Ni’hil, allowing herself the moment to drink over the beauty of the warrior hero, bending her knees and bowing her head at a short curtsie before dropping to her knees in front of Ni’hil.

For a brief second, Ma’jiel looked in wonder at the treasure bestown before her, a slight hint of wetness peeking from between the lips. With a gentle sigh, Ma’Jiel leaned forward, sticking out her tongue and covering Ni’hil’s pussy with wet licks.

Ni’hil put her hands on her hips, throwing her head back a little bit and let out a satisfied sigh as the other woman eagerly devoured her.

Ma’jiel’s tongue flickered softly through Ni’hil’s pussy lips, greeted with a soft flow of warm, tasty juices. She put her hands on each of Ni’hil’s butt cheeks, pulling the pussy closer to her probing lips and tongue. With long licks, up and down, she ate Ni’hil with a ravenous hunger, knowing the end’s reward.

Her tongue found the warrior’s clit, flicking over it softly as Ni’Hil let out tender groans of pleasure. Ma’jiel found herself letting out little groans of pleasure herself, as she moved a hand down to remove her bottom, placing her hand between her legs and playing with herself as she continued to pleasure the warrior.

Ni’hil closed her eyes, placing a hand at the back of Ma’jiel’s head as the woman wrapped her mouth around Ni’hil’s clit, vacuuming tenderly as her tongue flicked over the button. Ni’hil could feel the warmth in her body growing, she could feel her mind getting more and more disconnected, focusing only on the pleasure she was receiving.

With a pleasured exclamation, Ni’hil grabbed a fistful of Ma’jeil’s hair as her body convulsed in a violent orgasm. Foamy white juices flowed from her pussy, most of it going into Ma’jeil’s eager mouth. Some of it flowed down the side of her mouth, dripping from her chin and onto her hand, for which three fingers furiously thrust in and out of her. Small drops slipped down her fingers, joining her own juices of pleasure.

With a satisfied grunt, Ma’jeil bought herself to orgams, her mouth still attached to Ni’hil’s pussy, still drinking in the nector, eyes wide watching as the warrior responded to her oral pleasure.

She could feel the very slight electrical discharge as Ni’hil’s juices mixed with her own, as Ni’hil’s cum painted her own inner walls, producing tiny shocks within her.

She immediately knew she was now with child.

She knew she was now with she who would become the next heroic warrior.

Ni’jil released her grip on Ma’jeil’s hair, placing both of her hands behind her back as she remained standing straight, looking Ma’jeil in the eyes. The woman on her knees gave her a pussy a couple of more licks and kisses before she herself stood up, hands folded behind her back.

Ma’jeil bent her knees a little bit in a little bow, before standing erect, hands behind her back, head bowed.

“A most satisfying reward,” Ni’jil said, before walking out of the battlefield. The entire time she was in view, Ma’jeil kept her head bowed in respect, but did dare a glance at the receeding figure, marvelling at the well sculpted rear end as it went forever from her view.

This is the way it has been for as long as anyone remember.

It only takes three months for one of the young warriors to be born. For Ma’jeil’s child, it was no different.

While she was with child, she was cared for at every moment. It was made sure that she was well fed, well rested and in perfect health while with child, for that child was a special one.

The birth was a painless one. Tests showed the little girl was indeed another warrior, the power of the electric also in her. She was to be known as Ga’Min

For the first two years, Ma’jeil cared for her while others cared for Ma’jeil. She patiently taught the child the ways of the world while the child learned quickly. Ma’jeil only taught her the basics of the world – the rest would come later from those who were able to teach of such things.

The girl grew quickly, as big as a girl of 10 at the age of two.

When she was a little bit older than two, it was time. Ma’jeil knew the day was to come. She had prepared Ga’Min for the day.

“You are a very special woman,” Ma’jeil told Ga’Min one day. “You are to protect our people from those who do us harm. Some day, you will be a great warrior.”

“But what if I don’t want to be a warrior, mother?”

Ma’jeil shook her head. “Such things are not to be discussed.”

When the day came, Ga’Min hugged her mother tightly for several minutes. This was unusual, but the Teaching Mothers allowed it. Finally, mother and daughter parted. Ga’Min was to enter her teaching years.

Ga’Min thought the Teaching Mothers to be very nice, very beautiful. For years, they taught her of her ways, of her powers and how to control them.

She marvelled as little bits of static electricity came from her fingers, but at first was unable to control the arcs. Years of practice made that possible.

“Are there others with powers like me?” Ga’Min asked one of the Teaching Mothers one day.

The Teaching Mother nodded. “There is.”

“When can I meet them?”

The Teaching Mother shook her head. “That cannot be, for it is dangerous.”

Ga’Min cocked her head to one side. “Why?”

“Because it is so,” the Teaching Mother said simply.

Ga’Min did not like the answer, but still nodded her head in agreement.

The years grew and so did Ga’Min. Her powers grew greater. The Teaching Mothers agreed, they had not seen a child with her powers.

On the morning of her Age of Reasoning, Ga’Min exited her morning bath, arms spread like always awaiting the Mothers to cover her. That moment did not come.

She looked around in confusion as five mothers stood around her, then all at once all removing their garments, standing in front of the girl completely naked. Ga’Min twisted her brow, an unasked question on her face.

“You are no longer a child, but are a woman,” said one of the Teaching Mothers. “You have no need anymore for garments, for they only get in the way, but your two belts. You are now free to walk the earth as you were the day you were born.”

Ga’Min dropped her arms to her side. “Why is this.”

“This has always been.”

Though she did not like the answer, Ga’Min nodded.

Ga’Min stood atop a hill with one of the Teaching Mothers. A small battle ensued in the meadow below.

“We are winning,” Ga’Min said as a matter of factly.

The Teaching Mother nodded. “We are, but if the enemy does not know it is losing, the tide can turn.”

Ga’Min watched the battle in silence for a few moments. “I could end it now, before more die. On both sides. Too many have died already.”

“Do not worry about the other side,” the Teaching Mother said. “That can only lead to weakness.”

“How will I know when to go down?”

“You will feel it.”

“I feel it now.”

“No. You will truly feel it.”

Ga’Min let out a sigh and continued watching the battle.

One figure in particular caught her eyes. She is not sure why the figure stood out for her, she could not tell if it was a man nor a woman, but she could not tear her eyes from the figure.

It crotched behind a rock, its sword clean of blood. Its head darted from side to side, watching in horror at the surrounding battle.

Finally, one of the enemy found the figure. The figure backed up, dropping its sword, but the enemy still swung his sword. Crimsom erupted from the figure as it fell to the ground.

Ga’Min pulled her gloves from her belt, standing erect. The Teaching Mother nodded.

Without a word, Ga’Min ran from the hilltop into the meadow towards the man who had killed the figure she had been watching. The man twirled to face her, eyes growing wide when comprehension hit his face. Ga’Min rose an arm, flicked her wrist and a shot of electricity hit the man between the eyes, charing his face instantly.

Yells erupted from the battlefield as the enemy saw her, charging her. Ga’Min bought both of her arms up, moving her fingers, bolts of electricity flying from them rapidly, felling enemy after enemy after enemy, missing her people. Only minutes after she had descended the hillside, she was surrounded by the charred bodies of her enemy as she dropped her arms to her side to survey the battlefield.

The battle had ended. What enemy was not dead was fleeing or surrendered. She was met with the thankful glances of her battlemates as they gathered up their prisoners and surveyed their own dead.

She watched as the Teaching Mother gracefully descended the hill, standing in front of Ga’Min.

“You have done well.”

“I have killed so many,” Ga’Min said quietly.

“Think not of their deaths, for they would have you dead.”

Ga’Min sighed, thinking to herself ‘But for what’.

“After every battle,” the Teaching Mother said, taking a step closer. “There is a reward. Sometimes it is given by another warrior.” She took another step closer and smiled. “Sometimes it is given by a grateful citizen.” She took another step closer and dropped to her knees, looking up at Ga’Min. “Sometimes it is given by she who teaches.”

The woman placed her hands on each of Ga’Min’s side, leaning her head forward and planting a wet kiss on Ga’Min’s vagina.

“But ... Teaching Mother ... here?”

The other woman nodded. “This is how it is done.” She leaned forward again, planting her tongue on Ga’Min’s pussy, slowly licking up and down.

“Some of how this is done is very strange,” Ga’Min said as she felt the woman’s tongue snaking between her lips, penetrating her walls. Despite herself, she felt a warm glow in her groin as the woman expertly tongued her.

“Let nature take over,” the Teaching Mother said between licks. “Let yourself be free, let your reward be given, feel the energy reenter your body.” With that, the Teaching Mother pressed her lips around Ga’Min’s lips, surrounding her pussy, sucking on it gently as her tongue entered her further, her nose lightly tickling her clit.

Ga’Min let out a gasp of pleasure, wanting to fall to the ground but knowing that was not something to be done. She closed her eyes, blocking out the battlefield, the feeling of pleasure taking over mind and body.

The warm feeling in her groin had grown to a burning fire, now an inferno. She felt as though a small plug were released as the orgasm hit her body, causing her to grunt and tremble, fighting to keep on her feet as the Teaching Mother eagerly licked at her juices.

With a satisfied groan, the Teaching Mother stuck her tongue far into Ga’Min’s pussy, cleaning out the orgasmatic delights until standing before the warrior and bowing slightly. She kept her head bowed.

The rest on the battlefield watched from the corners of their eyes, but dared not look directly.

Ga’Min let out a small, satisfied sigh, then embraced the Teaching Mother with a happy sigh.

The Teaching Mother at first kept her hands to her side, her body in shock at the touch, then gently returned the hug. She could feel the moisture in her own pussy build at the touch of the other girl. Reluctantly, she broke the hug.

“A hug after the fact is usually not how it is done,” the Teaching Mother said with a slight smile on her face.

Ga’Min grinned. “I know, but this is my first orgasm. Surely I must have a little reward.”

She surveyed the battlefield and her face dropped to a more serious look.

With a sad sigh, she slowly walked from the scene.

Word of the new warrior quickly spread through the camps of her enemy and of her allies.

Ga’Min proved to be a great warrior. Even when not there, her presence was felt on many battlefields. When she was there, the battles ended in minutes, the enemy fallen.

During one battle, the enemy withheld many of its soldier’s hidden in the nearby forest, awaiting Ga’Min’s appearance. When she did appear, the enemy’s numbers increased 10 times, but it did not matter. Great bolts of electricity jumped from her fingers, felling hundreds at a time until those extra resources were reduced to charred piles of flesh.

Each time, after the battle, she was given her reward. She did the choosing, but it seemed as though some hidden desire in her would make the choosing for her. Each of those woman were unique in their own way, be they warrior, citizen, nobility, dark hair, grey hair, blonde hair, green hair, red hair. But each had a look in her eye which attracted Ga’Min.

After each orgasm rewarded, she at first gave hugs, but found the recipients almost terrified of her touch. Finally, she accepted giving a small nod after she received her orgasm. It would have to be enough.

And each time, the scenes from the battle would again catch her eye and a great feeling of emptiness and sadness filled her until she slowly walked from the battlefield.

During one battle, as she felled the enemy with bolts from her fingers, she heard a great roar behind her.

Ga’Min turned to see a fireball rising in the sky. Confused, she ran towards it, through a small group of trees until coming to another meadow on the other side.

She froze when she saw a dark haired lady, naked as she, standing in the clearing, fire erupting from her fingers and felling three of her fighters.

Her hypnosis was broken by a yell as four of the enemy ran towards her, she felling them with one quick motion.

Her action caused the woman to pause and look in her direction, confusion on her face.

The sounds of the rest of the battle ceased as the other soldiers became aware of what was transpiring.

The two women stared at each other, arms at their sides.

Without a word, the dark haired lady flung out an arm, sending an arm of flame towards Ga’Min. Ga’Min dove to the side, flinging her own arm out and sending an arc of electricity towards the other woman, who dove from the projectile.

Flame and electricity were traded on the battlefield, the others watching in silence.

Finally, Ga’Min hit a great tree, then another, then another, one of them finally falling on the other woman and trapping her.

Without a thought, Ga’Min sprinted towards the fallen woman, leapt onto the tree and bought her fingers forth, aiming them towards the other woman’s terror stricken forehead.

Ga’Min stopped. The other woman struggled and whimpered. Ga’Min saw the woman’s hands were broken by the fall of the great tree.

Ga’Min put her hands down, looking at the woman. Tears flowed from the other woman’s eyes as she shook her head, sobbed, eyes unable to leave Ga’Min.

Ga’Min dropped from the tree, putting her hands on the shoulder of the other woman, attempting to pull her from her wooden prison. The other woman let out a cry of pain. GaiMin surveyed the scene, nodded and sent small bolts of electricity on the trunk of the tree, cutting it open until it fell away from the other woman.

Again, Ga’Min pulled at the woman, who this time struggled to her feet. Her body was covered in blood and scrapes, but her biggest injury seemed to be to her hands. Ga’Min looked at them, then in the teared eyes of the woman, who simply shook her head.

“Go,” Ga’Min said. The woman looked at her in confusion. “GO!” Ga’min said again, more forcefully.

The woman began to run, when Ga’Min yelled out “Wait!”

The woman stopped. Ga’Min jogged up to her, looked her up and down a moment, then gave her a tight hug.

She broke the hug and said quietly “Now, go.” The woman ran away into the woods.

The other soldiers looked in confusion, until her enemy walked from the field in the same direction as the woman, her allies walking back towards their own homes.

“That is not how it is to be done,” the Teaching Mother told her.

Ga’min sighed. “So I realize. But, I could not kill another helpless person.”

“She would have killed you, had you been trapped under the tree.”

“We do not know that.”

The Teaching Mother sighed. “Never have I delt with one so powerful, yet so stubborn!”

“Why must I stand on the battlefield when being pleasured?” Ga’Min asked suddenly.

The Teaching Mother let out another frustrated sigh. “Because it is to be.”

“No,” Ga’Min said loudly, louder than she had intended. “No,” she said quieter. “That is not good enough. I think I would enjoy it a lot more if it were in a bed and I were on my back, rather than standing among the dead and fallen.”

“A warrier does not lay down after battle,” the Teaching Mother said patiently. “That is the path towards death.”

Ga’Min grunted in frustration. “That sounds more like superstion to me,” she said. “Much of this seems mired in superstition.” She immediately regrated her words.

“What seems like superstion has been passed through the ages for a reason,” Teaching Mother said. “A warrior on her back while receiving pleasure is suspeptable to attack. It is also the way of rebirth. Your mother stood on her feet the day you were made, you will be on your feet when you make your children.”

In her mind, Ga’Min thought that over. The biology had been taught to her from a young age, fortified over the years. “Yes, but we could intertwine our legs and rub out pussies together ... my cum would much easily enter her that way!”

Teaching Mother let out a chuckle as Ga’Min joined in the laughter.

One morning, Ga’Min got word that a cavalcade of her people was stuck in the mud of a nearby meadow, the enemy bearing down on it.

When she arrived, she found many of the horses and wagons already stuck, 300 yards of mud and sanding water between the safe ground she stood on and the danger behind the group of citizens. Already, the arrows of the enemy were coming from the sky, hitting some of the people.

She knelt to the ground, placing her palm at the edge of the wetland. She wiggled her fingers, watching the electricity cover the wetland just short of where her people were trapped. She gritted her teeth and grunted as more energy flowed through her body, onto the wetlands.

The ground sizzled, the evaporating moisture floating into the air. For several minutes, Ga’Min remained like that, charring the lands until the water had all evaporated, the ground hardened.

The travellors let out a cheer, moving their carts and horses onto the newly hardened land and running towards safety.

Ga’Min held her hands to the sky, creating a great dome of electricity which caught the arrows before they hit any of her people.

Finally, her people were safe.

The arrows ceased.

Ga’Min let the great electric shield down. More arrows did not come.

A woman emerged from the woods, naked as Ga’Min. The sight delighted Ga’Min, filling her mind with happiness and unbound lust.

The woman stopped a few feet in front of the warrior, eyes locked on her, smiling. She gave a little bow of her head.

“I think you for saving my people,” the woman said.

“It is my pleasure,” Ga’min found herself saying.

The woman stared in her eyes for a moment and planted a small kiss on her lips. Ga’min felt as if a great arc of electricity went between their two bodies.

“It will be your pleasure, if you will so allow me,” the other woman said. “I have a cabin just past those trees, if you will so allow me to.” Ga’min started to give a low protest when the woman raised her hand. “Arrows have hit that house, so it is technically a part of the battlefield.” She smiled a bigger smile. “I know of your ways. I also have a way which will allow you to stand, but enjoy my reward.,” she said with a wink.

Ga’min nodded. The woman again motioned towards the house. Ga’min glanced at her.

“A warrior does not follow,” the woman reminded her. Ga’min nodded, took her hand and lead her in the direction of the cabin.

As they walked deeper into the woods, Ga’min would every once in a while stop to get her bearings, the other woman gently nudging her in the right direction.

Finally, they came upon a large cabin which appeared to be covered in trees, in shrubs, in flowers. But, as the pair got closer, she saw that the cabin was made of the trees, the shrubs, the flowers.

“This is not my main home,” the other woman said with a smile. “But it stands for home when we are in this area.”

Ga’min’s eyes grew wide as she realized. “Are you she? Are you the Forest Princess?”

The Forest Princess let loose a small chuckle. “Yes. And no.”

“You don’t look thousands of years old.”

The Forest Princess shook her head. “I am not. It is a name given to many of us, all sisters, daughters, granddaughters, grandmothers, mothers and so on down the line for thousands of years.”

“I thought you were just a fable.”

Again, the Forest Princess chuckled. “A lot that is told is a fable. Our powers are overexaggerated. We are but mortals, with simple powers, my two sisters and I.”

“It is said you can seduce the earth to shed her air.”

This time, the Forest Princess let out a loud laugh. “I have not heard that one before! But, no, that is not true. We do have powers of seduction, but we can only seduce those who want to be seduced.” At the door, the two stopped, facing each other, looking each other in the eye. “Do you wish to be seduced, Ga’min?” the Forest Princess asked.

“You know my name.”

“You fable is also across this land. But, you did not answer my question.”

“My fable is also probably exaggerated.”

“Do not forget, I have just seen you in action. Your stories do not even begin to tell your story. But you still do not answer my question. Do you wish to be seduced.”

“You did not ask a question but made a statement. I think you know the answer.”

The Forest Princess smiled. Without a word, she placed another kiss on Ga’min’s lips, one which sent electricity through each of their bodies. The pair wrapped their arms around each other, holding each other tight as they exchanged passionate kisses, bodies pressed against each other in growing passion.

Ga’min softly ran her hands up and down the other woman’s back, along her spine which caused the Forest Princess to give a small gasp of pleasure.

“We are both equals,” Ga’min said between kisses. “As your guest, I accept your lead in this house and into these throughs of passion.”

“In true throughs of passion, we both shall lead,” The Forest Princess answered, taking Ga’min’s hand and leading her inside of the house.

As was on the outside, the inside of the house consisted of tree, shrub and flower, formed and sculpted through the years it had been until making floors, walls, ceilings, cupboards, doors, light fixtures, tables and chairs.

Through one of the doors The Forest Princess lead Ga’min, into a bedroom softer and more inviting than Ga’min had ever seen. The Forest Princess lead her to the bed, laying her down in the softest comfort she had ever felt.

Ga’min lay in the bed on her side, feeling the bed yield a comfort she had never felt, a serenity which flowed through her completely.

The Forest Princess lay across from her, also on her side, also facing Ga’Min, both pairs of eyes drinking the undisputable beauty of the other. The Forest Princess reached a hand to Ga’min, taking a nipple between her fingers and massaging it gently, rubbing it, pinching it, caressing it. Ga’min did the same. The Forest Princess smiled. Ga’min smiled.

Ga’min leaned over and placed a passionate kiss on The Forest Princess’ lips. A tongue entered her mouth, which she accepted passionately, dancing with it with her own tongue. As her breath grew heavier, she felt the fingers leave one nipple and begin massaging her other nipple. She moved her hand and did the same thing.

Kisses grew heavier, bodies moved closer until pressed against each other.

“My desire for you flows from between my legs like a river,” Ga’min said, breathing heavily as The Forest Princess kissed all over her neck.

“The electricity from your body sends little shocks of delight through mine, the center of electricity emitting from my mound,” The Forest Princess whispered between kisses.

“Your mound is the center of your electricity and the center of my affection,” Ga’min responded, softly nibbling on The Forst Princess’ shoulder as she moved her hand from the woman’s breast, moving it down, softly tickling her tummy with dancing fingers, until pressing her palm firmly over The Forest Princess bare mound. “It is warm, kept warm by a feeling of desire; it is wet, kept wet by a feeling of passion; it is desirable, kept so by its beauty and the beauty of she who possesses it.”