Chapter 17

For days and nights, they traveled through forest and towns. With each stop, they found their word had spread, that joy had gone through the land.

But they also found that fear still held on, fearing the men from the south would regain their approach and again rule all of the lands.

In some of the lands, the couple could see traces of the Forest Princess, where she had sown new seeds and new fertile lands had grown, trees and prairies and great beautiful mountains.

But underneath, they could see the remnants of ruin, where violence had once ruled. As they travelled further and further, these remnants were easier to see, were more common, were fresher.

Still, Ga’min and Min’sun spread their love, making love to each other and to others in villages they found.

One village they found was only populated by very old women, some barely able to move with their own power.

But the will of Ga’min and Min’sun were strong. Ga’min and Min’sun stood before the woman of the village, then both knelt before them.

“If you please, all of you to remove your garments,” Ga’min said.

The older woman in the lead, the oldest and the wisest of all, put her hand on Ga’min’s shoulder. “Please rise,” she said quietly. “We are all very old. Our days have passed us by. We are not worthy of your love, for our time is almost over.

From her knees Ga’min looked the older woman in her eyes. “Do not let yourselves think you have not always been of beauty, inside and out, for to us you always encompass beauty.” And with that, she grasped the woman’s buttocks, pulling her towards her waiting lips, which hungrily feasted on the woman’s sex.

Min’sun knelt next to her, taking another of the villagers into her arms and onto her lips.

With devotion, the two explored their new loves, and as they did, the other women in the village gasped. As the other women in the village watched, to their wonderment, their neighbors grew younger before their eyes, their wrinkles and gray disappearing with each loving lick.

When the women orgasmed, they were as young as Ga’min and Min’sun.

As the now young woman stepped back, looking at her smooth arms in wonderment, she looked Ga’min in the eyes, her lips wet with the woman’s orgasm. “How is this possible?”

“You are young and beautiful in our eyes, so you are young and beautiful in the eyes of all.”

All of the women in the village began to murmur to each other, as their winkles and grew disappeared.

“It is a miracle,” one said quietly.

Min’sun shook her head. “It is not a miracle. It is love.”

The village made love that night, screams of pleasure filling the land with delight.

The next morning, Ga’min and Min’sun left the village of young women to continue their quest.