Chapter 8

“That is not how it should 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 dealt 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 roared, louder than she had intended. “No,” she said quietly. “That is not good enough. I would enjoy it more if it were in bed and I were on my back, rather than standing among the dead and fallen.”

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

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

“What seems like superstition has been passed through the ages for a reason,” Teaching Mother said. “A warrior on her back while receiving pleasure is susceptible 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. 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.