I moved with ease through change. The years brought it. My life was wonderful. I am not without flaw, there are a few times when tighter stitches in the crotch of leathers or a stone in boots made my fury known. Those beatings always ended with a tender kiss, or the kind of sex that was angry enough to put a bruise of wagon railing across the lower of ones stomach littered with slivers, or even bruises across the skin, but still nothing was done...without passion and love.
Time had brought us many slaves that came and went. The stable of flesh on my Master's chain was no longer just me and Brea. It was Kinia and Talu also. They were the slaves that came with Mistress. Its a fond memory of the mating. How me and Brea got the new wagon ready Master and His mate would share. New furs freshly painted trunks and chest. She was not an overly harsh Mistress, but one that demanded respect far and above all things. That we gave. Personal task were more handled by Kinia and Talu, which slept in the basic slave wagon that belonged to my Master. Me and Brea still slept in the one that we all shared in His single Warrior years. Haley now and then still came to sleep and share stories with us at night.
The birth of Master's First Son was something of wonder. I now embraced every part of tribe as if I had been born under its wagons. We had a grand feast for every milestone of First Son's Life. His first ride without help, the first throw of bola, the first bosk eye on the target with an arrow or lance. When Second Son came, it was twice the adventure and thrill. Then Third Son only lasted one breath before the Sky loved Him so much she took Him back. In the undertone of sorrow there was still blessing one so precious had been gifted to them, even for that single breath. Mealana was born within the same year. The Sky was kind to Mistress. I loved to spoil her as much as the rest of us. Master had only the best leather made into her small dresses and found the best Verr for her to raise, and bosk calf that would bring blessings to the herd when ever she first mated and had a son.
I never felt without His time. Everyday I would sit with Master in His work wagon and spend a few ahn's helping Him extract colors, boil roots, mix bases for dyes. I was very good at making the fermented citrus and sugar vinegar's that would heighten each hue into its own brilliance. I would always enjoy the task He sent me on when delivering freshly mixed paints, oil, or water dyes, even just powered ones in tiny jars. Depending on when He went on patrol, I would pack His saddle bags with meals and bota's of water, oiling the saddle and reins, while Brea would lay out His clothing He still kept in the wagon we slept in. The both of us would sometimes bath Him together, or take turns upon His wake hours and those when He wanted to soak and relax after patrol, before tending to His mate and children. On the days Him and Mistress would take rides or need alone time between the two of them we would take the children to the stream, or play games of catch with the little Mistress, or show her the flowers Her Father found best for color or texture in dyes. The boys would feel brave taking us down with wagers of the bola, while we were gifted with candy, or even sips of wine the boys got from the servery wagons.
One day Brea was at the stream washing while I was hanging fur carpets to be busted high on the racks. Master rode up beside me, pulling me to the saddle with a youthful grin we rode out far into the plains by a small stream. It was a beautiful warm day, the breeze was cooling and the water was clear and crisp. We bathed, swam, and enjoyed the wrap of passion against the shoreline. Keeping me against His chest as He looked to the sky, and both of us bare as the day we first cried on the grass. He spoke, and the words were deep and meaningful. I felt them against my cheek in a rumble from His chest far before they took a form of tone.
Amina, you have been my inspiration since I was a young Warrior. I knew when I saw you on that stake, you would be my muse. You have been. I am very happy. If anything were to happen to me, I know you have said, there is no life without knowing my breath has moistened reason to thrive in your air. but that is not what I want for you. I want you to live forever and bring a bit of that same feeling to another, and another. Its my gift to tribe to give back what has been given to me.
Tears touched my eyes, nothing He needed to see, cause I'm sure He felt them spill along His chest. A hand ran down my back, resting to the small of it. The pause was unbearable as I broke it with words laced with so much emotion it could have had a life of its own.
Master, please don't leave me. I don't know if I could step without a vision of You before me. If I could thrive without You still felt against my skin. Why do You say such things?
There was a lifted sound of a chuckle. His coarse hands taking my shoulders pulling me fully in rest of His chest so I could look into His eyes.
I say this cause I have never felt this feeling of being totally calm and content before. Maybe this is the feeling before its my turn to serve now the Sky for all the gifts she gave me. Don't be sad or even think to much on it. I know you will do what pleases me, and I have said everything I need to. With you...I have no doubt.
He grinned, taking my lips before I could dare another word. The ahn's rolled by as our bodies savored each other as if we couldn't live without some form of our union of flesh. I heard Mistress give Him a good tongue lashing when we finally returned. I tried to do as He said. Not think on it. The will of the Sky to men was between them. All I knew is...I would make sure every day we had together would be one burned in eternity.
Time had brought us many slaves that came and went. The stable of flesh on my Master's chain was no longer just me and Brea. It was Kinia and Talu also. They were the slaves that came with Mistress. Its a fond memory of the mating. How me and Brea got the new wagon ready Master and His mate would share. New furs freshly painted trunks and chest. She was not an overly harsh Mistress, but one that demanded respect far and above all things. That we gave. Personal task were more handled by Kinia and Talu, which slept in the basic slave wagon that belonged to my Master. Me and Brea still slept in the one that we all shared in His single Warrior years. Haley now and then still came to sleep and share stories with us at night.
The birth of Master's First Son was something of wonder. I now embraced every part of tribe as if I had been born under its wagons. We had a grand feast for every milestone of First Son's Life. His first ride without help, the first throw of bola, the first bosk eye on the target with an arrow or lance. When Second Son came, it was twice the adventure and thrill. Then Third Son only lasted one breath before the Sky loved Him so much she took Him back. In the undertone of sorrow there was still blessing one so precious had been gifted to them, even for that single breath. Mealana was born within the same year. The Sky was kind to Mistress. I loved to spoil her as much as the rest of us. Master had only the best leather made into her small dresses and found the best Verr for her to raise, and bosk calf that would bring blessings to the herd when ever she first mated and had a son.
I never felt without His time. Everyday I would sit with Master in His work wagon and spend a few ahn's helping Him extract colors, boil roots, mix bases for dyes. I was very good at making the fermented citrus and sugar vinegar's that would heighten each hue into its own brilliance. I would always enjoy the task He sent me on when delivering freshly mixed paints, oil, or water dyes, even just powered ones in tiny jars. Depending on when He went on patrol, I would pack His saddle bags with meals and bota's of water, oiling the saddle and reins, while Brea would lay out His clothing He still kept in the wagon we slept in. The both of us would sometimes bath Him together, or take turns upon His wake hours and those when He wanted to soak and relax after patrol, before tending to His mate and children. On the days Him and Mistress would take rides or need alone time between the two of them we would take the children to the stream, or play games of catch with the little Mistress, or show her the flowers Her Father found best for color or texture in dyes. The boys would feel brave taking us down with wagers of the bola, while we were gifted with candy, or even sips of wine the boys got from the servery wagons.
One day Brea was at the stream washing while I was hanging fur carpets to be busted high on the racks. Master rode up beside me, pulling me to the saddle with a youthful grin we rode out far into the plains by a small stream. It was a beautiful warm day, the breeze was cooling and the water was clear and crisp. We bathed, swam, and enjoyed the wrap of passion against the shoreline. Keeping me against His chest as He looked to the sky, and both of us bare as the day we first cried on the grass. He spoke, and the words were deep and meaningful. I felt them against my cheek in a rumble from His chest far before they took a form of tone.
Amina, you have been my inspiration since I was a young Warrior. I knew when I saw you on that stake, you would be my muse. You have been. I am very happy. If anything were to happen to me, I know you have said, there is no life without knowing my breath has moistened reason to thrive in your air. but that is not what I want for you. I want you to live forever and bring a bit of that same feeling to another, and another. Its my gift to tribe to give back what has been given to me.
Tears touched my eyes, nothing He needed to see, cause I'm sure He felt them spill along His chest. A hand ran down my back, resting to the small of it. The pause was unbearable as I broke it with words laced with so much emotion it could have had a life of its own.
Master, please don't leave me. I don't know if I could step without a vision of You before me. If I could thrive without You still felt against my skin. Why do You say such things?
There was a lifted sound of a chuckle. His coarse hands taking my shoulders pulling me fully in rest of His chest so I could look into His eyes.
I say this cause I have never felt this feeling of being totally calm and content before. Maybe this is the feeling before its my turn to serve now the Sky for all the gifts she gave me. Don't be sad or even think to much on it. I know you will do what pleases me, and I have said everything I need to. With you...I have no doubt.
He grinned, taking my lips before I could dare another word. The ahn's rolled by as our bodies savored each other as if we couldn't live without some form of our union of flesh. I heard Mistress give Him a good tongue lashing when we finally returned. I tried to do as He said. Not think on it. The will of the Sky to men was between them. All I knew is...I would make sure every day we had together would be one burned in eternity.
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