Chapter 12

More months went by, more years as Ga’min learned the ways.

The Teaching Mothers were patient, yet firm. The group remained isolated from the rest of the people, relearning.

It was not the words of The Teaching Mothers which eventually made Ga’min turn her ways, but the absence. Eventually, her time with The Forest Princess became a distant memory, the thoughts of pleasing another but a distant folly.

When she reported to her first battle again, her people were again the deciding victor with her in the lead. That time, it was one of the Teaching Mothers who brought her to orgasm on the battlefield. Even though the sensation was glorious, small pinpoints of her mind remembered. As The Teaching Mother ran her tongue softly along her clit, lustfully stimulating it, in Ga’min’s mind’s eye – for a brief second – that of The Forest Princess replaced the face. Her orgasm was almost instantaneous with that thought.

Days melded with weeks, weeks melded with months, months melded with years, and the battles meld with the years. With each victory, she was brought to orgasm by a different woman each time, whether she be a warrior or a commoner.

And each time, no matter the time, she thought of The Forest Princess.

The years did not draw lines on her face or body because she was different. She noticed the Teaching Mothers also did not age.

She spent her time not in battle, exploring the forests. The Learning Mothers knew her true venture to find The Forest Princess, but she knew that Ga’min would not see the other woman, for they had hidden her.

But still, Ga’min searched the woods, knowing her search was fruitless but doing so anyhow.

Even though her hundreds of servants pleased her on the battlefield, she needed more. Deep inside, she felt the need to please.

Several times, she would come across maidens in the woods. Most of the time, the women would run from her, not out of fear but an awed respect. Sometimes, the maidens would remain where Ga’min would talk with them. Many of those times, Ga’min offered to please the maiden, but the other woman would shake her head, smile, and say it was forbidden.

Sometimes, in a pent-up frustration, she would pleasure herself. Her favorite method was to lie down in a meadow simply, spread her legs, allow the sun to shine on her vagina as she ran her fingers along her body until dipping them inside of herself, other fingers rubbing her clit, her thoughts attached to images of her face buried between the tanned legs of The Forest Princess, bringing the other woman to orgasm, the mental pictures brining herself to orgasm.

These orgasms were much more intense than those on the battlefield, much more pleasurable. Yes, when she would return to her home, the Teaching Mothers would tsk tsk her, they would attempt to teach her the ways, but they knew that was folly. Ga’min was one of the greatest warriors they had seen, and one of the most stubborn they had ever encountered. To attempt to change her ways, they decided it could possibly lead to a weakened warrior.

It was one day, as she pleasured herself in a meadow one sunny day, when Ga’min heard a gasp.

She had been caught many times before by villagers. Her inhibitions had gone many years before. She merely gave a glance at the figure, then gave a start when she got a look.

The other woman was as naked as she, a belt around her waist. The sun seemed to capture her dark, flowing hair, reflecting in flashes.

Ga’min recognized the other woman instantly as another warrior, and not because of the small wind vortex the other woman held in her hand as she looked intently at Ga’min.

Ga’min simply rolled to her knees, posing on all fours. To an outsider, it could be seen as a pose of sexuality, but in reality, it was her way of preparing to pounce towards or away from the other woman should there be any sign of unfriendliness.

Unfriendliness would have been natural, for the two were natural enemies. Even having never met each other before, they knew, for it was their instinct.

A small arch of electricity emitted from Ga’min’s right hand, hoovering inches from the ground, as she looked at the other woman. The other woman wordlessly looked at her, the small vortex still in her hand. But that vortex seemed to be growing slightly weaker.

Ga’min lets the electricity wane ever so slightly. The vortex grew even weaker.

Ga’min let her eyes wander over the sculpted body of the other warrior, feeling the other woman doing the same as she.

“You are very beautiful,” Ga’min said suddenly.

The eyes of the other woman widened for a moment before narrowing to a slit. “As are you,” the other woman returned.

Ga’min stood straight, her arms at her side, the static electricity subsiding. The other woman did the same.

“Where is your army?” the other woman asked.

“I am alone,” Ga’min said. “Today is not a day to fight, but a day to explore.”

The other woman snorted. “I see you explore yourself.”

Ga’min let out a loud laugh. “If one does not know oneself, one cannot know one’s surroundings.”

The other woman smiled. “You seem to know yourself quite well, but did not know your surroundings enough to know I was there.”

“I did in good time. Had I been in danger, I would have easily felled you.”

The other woman shook her head. “The surprise was on my side. You would have easily fallen victim.”

Ga’min chuckled. “Or, our battle would have been like our words, exchanged but none defeated.”

The other woman nodded. “This has been known to happen.”

Ga’min held both of her hands in front of her in a showing of peace. “I have no interest in besting you.”

The other woman did the same. “Nor I you.”

The two approached, their hands touching, both staring deep into the other’s eyes. “I am Ga’min.”

“I am Jus’yu,” the other woman replied.

“I bring only peace for you, Jus’yu,” Ga’min said.

“And I bring peace for you, Ga’min,” Jus’yu said, inching herself closer.

Ga’min took that lead and put her body closer to Jus’yu, now not just their hands lying flat against each other, but hardened nipples brushing against the other.

Jus’yu bought her body closer to Gam’in’s, their bodies now touching, their faces an inch from the other, their lips almost touching. Gam’in could feel the swell of desire in her body.