Irje
She was stuck in the honey.
Irje sighed, willing her hand to stop its movent down. Where did I go wrong?
She thought about that day when it all started. How she griped, in the confines of her mind, at Sulla for buying two murk girls. Irje had seen plenty of them in her life. Most did not last a single year, usually until the masters went into the heat. How she promised herself to take better care of them. To, at least, make their current ti less challenging.
Curse her bleeding heart.
She thought about her first real talk with Erf. How she thought she was trying to end her life, and saw the artisans anger at a shoddy work instead. How she jumped at the opportunity, eager to divulge the secrets for herself.
Curse her greedy eyes.
Erf.
Erf was a mystery. What was initially a scrawny child, with a quick wash and a few als, turned into a beautiful youth. Juvenile face crowned with intelligence and tempered by wisdom, unseen in those who havent lived for half a century at least.
Erf was weird. What others coveted, he gave. He gave and gave without asking back, content with a pittance. He gave her knowledge of the artisans, which could turn her life anew as well, without her ask, or beg, or threat. He gave and gave, and she just took. But Irje wanted more, intrigued why a Scrooge would buy a male for pleasure.
Curse her nosey curiosity.
She wasnt a child for quite so ti herself. She followed Domina when Manor Matriarch gave her the permission to establish a branch house, a great honour. She had seen and had had plenty of sex over the years. And thought herself knowledgeable in it. Sex was all about pleasure. One to give and one to take.
She'd had plenty of partners herself. Girls would be more knowledgeable, but many werent willing to give, just trying to take themselves. Guys were easier to encourage, but many would have no idea how to please her or quit halfway. While those who did know would develop weird ideas about their status, or outright try to use her.
So she set her eyes on those younger. They were full of stamina, oh so willing to please. And naive enough so that she didnt have to worry about them plotting sothing behind her back.
And there he stood in front of her, ogling her assets, eyes big like a fawn in front of a hunter. Ready for slaughter. She went in of course. Hoping, wishing that he would give with the sa generosity as he did before. He did. Erf gave her what her body wanted. The only problem was that she didnt even know the boundaries of her need before.
He crossed them, and then he promised more. Next night.
Why would she refuse? How would she refuse?
Curse the fire of her loins.
She hasnt been so randy ever in her life. Not even during the yearly heat all wer went through. She didn't understand half of the words he said about the psychology of anticipation. But, whatever it was, it was working. She had spent half of the day coming up with various excuses to run away, and the other half fantasizing about the evening.
How she felt envious seeing Erf and Yeva working together, talking quietly. She barged in, of course, unwilling to lose to her. Sex was nice but she would not give up their daily conversations. Erf didnt notice but Yeva pulled back a bit from that. That wasnt her intention. Irje promised to make up for that with her later.
And then there was the night. Irje smiled pensively, her hands exploring: Yeva was busy right now, Erf was gone in the city, and she couldn't feel any other Sparks around her. She could rember how the night started, but not how it ended. The night turned into a dream, and a dream turned into a blissful morning. And trying to rember in detail only made her body yearn for more instead.
With a sad smile on her face, she looked back on her past self. It started like every other interaction with Erf: she would co over him thinking herself in charge but, instead of a door to bash, her fist would hit a waterfall. The water that was Erf would bend, wrap around her, and then overwhelm her with his presence, with his gifts, leaving her defeated yet wanting more.
Irje realized how far gone she was on the next night. She told him that she wanted to take it easy the night after and recover, and Erf, the prick that he was, simply accepted! She lay there in disbelief, watching him snooze. Her hands hard at work. But that wasnt enough. She crawled over to him then, her face burning in her shaful acceptance. Not to ride him for another release, but to cuddle for a restful sleep.
She was seeking a delightful snack and she fell into a huge vat of honey. And she couldnt stop eating as she sank deeper and deeper.
She was bound to him. When he finally took her he broke what Irje was. He broke her and then he built her anew. But, in doing so, he left his na within.
Her hands were all around her body now, mimicking his touch, trying to fill the void she felt between her legs, scratching the itch only he could scratch.
Oh, Erf. What I am gonna do with you?
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I was in deep shit.
Stop! You freak!
A rock smashed into the ground nearby, making stumble, but I kept running. I couldnt afford to fall right now with one of my arms holding what was left of my ear together, trying to staunch the bleeding.
I jumped over a rchants cart as people shrieked nearby, twisting my path while I was hidden from sight.
The crowd parted too slowly for , only giving a clear path to my pursuers, so I had to improvise.
If I wanted to stay alive that is.
After him! Dont let him get away!
Running away from adults was hard. Trying to run away from wer was impossible. But sohow I managed to stay ahead and I wasnt giving up early.
I pushed a gawker aside, giving myself a change in direction as I turned into a side street.
That's a dead-end! Follow him!
Fuck! I saw three walls around , the only exit at my back. The asshole knew this place.
My foot crushed a box under it as I jumped high, slamming into the wall. My fingers dug deep into the clay gaining purchase. I pulled myself up and over the edge panting.
rk is on the roof!
Groaning, I got up and kept running, gaining speed. Wheezing from exertion; lungs on fire. The roof was moderately empty giving a straight path.
I could feel my new muscles coiling inside my legs as I ran toward the edge of the roof. On my last step, the condensed flesh released its stored energy launching into the air, as I jumped from one roof to another.
Across the twenty-ter wide street.
I dropped myself into a roll as I crashed into so baskets on the other roof. My body screaming at about splinters. My nose choked by the raised dust.
Divine horns! How did dont lose sight of him!
Once more I pulled myself together. The promise of future bodily harm or death was a great motivator. I limped over the roof looking for a way down. Up here I was visible from kilotres away and I didnt have enough stamina left to continue running.
I dragged myself over the edge and dropped down like a sack of potatoes, ignoring the far cries from my pursuers. I got up in a small passage between the buildings leading to yet another street. My nanites flared up within my body, as my hair turned from sandy blond to Erf black, my leftover ear turned human once more.
Walking out into the street I tried to pick up my pace, but my body was fighting with every step, not used to the extre stress I put it through.
Half-running, half-limping I moved away looking for a nice turn or a nook, sowhere where I could break from sight long enough. Fearful of yet another cul-de-sac.
I could hear the cries growing closer as I found a twisty little passage leading to so other crowded space, very clearly marked by so rchant or a rich guy standing beside it and reading a book. And wearing the most dazzling red dress Ive seen a guy wear.
Standing out from the gri of the street like a sore thumb. Or a quest giver in a ga.
I had no ti to admire him nor his robes, so I limped past him with a single bow. Just enough to be ignored in return.
A street urchin, running from his pursuers squeezed through and sharply stopped.
I could hear the screams behind and the loud murmur of the crowd in front of .
The hungry Erf hunched himself and started walking, slowly. My eyes, glanced around, looking for a snack or so charity. My hands shook from malnutrition, cradling an old disfigurent.
My teeth sunk into my lips to stop from wheezing, my tunic hid the rapid beat of my heart.
I walked into another alley looking for so scrap, or a dead rat.
And accidentally fell into a basket, when no one was looking. And waited.
Which dried up cunt did he fall into? A voice yelled not that far away.
The freak disappeared, I swear if not that rich pri- MMMmmmpf!
Shut yer trap! Soone else hissed, And next ti watch who is standing in your way!
MMmmmmmM!
I said shut it! Did you see his tail? Or the horns? If you like where your head is attached to I suggest ye dont swear on a wermage!
I didnt realize I had such an unlikely help.
Shite. So how are we gonna catch the rk? the voices were much quieter now.
We dont, you idiot. If he has that kind of help, I wont get my hands dirty with him. Did he steal anything?
No, he was just walking around with his fake shit. Tryna to look like us.
They spoke so more before leaving, but I didnt listen to their bickering anymore. I heard all that I wanted to hear.
So, my attempt at impersonating a wer failed catastrophically. And the worst part of it was that I had no idea why. Ive done all the precautions I could think of. Ive spent extra ti in the morning observing Irjes ears, Ive spent most of my ti travelling across the city looking for similar wers with cougar ears. Ive even found a male that had identical shape and colouration of ears as I spend my ti morizing available products on the market.
I took my ti finding a good quiet spot to reveal myself. I actually thought myself overly paranoid to simply walk around with my new ears on display first, before outright claiming myself as one.
The first wer to properly glance at simply freaked out, while the next tried to grab at . I was extrely lucky he expected a normal speed, strength and response ti from , his magically enhanced fingers swiping past my neck and ripping my ear outright.
So now here I was, hiding. My hair and leftover ear turned normal, but I still needed ti to fix my Van Gogh impersonation.
I pulled out a pouch, biding my ti, with my hard-earned pittance of a few bronze cuts and rolled a single coin in my fingers. Emanai had a well-developed coinage with bronze assisting gold and silver to make the cheapest purchases. Although calling it coinage would be a stretch. Coins or as they were called cuts were the smallest denomination as they were literal cuts from a larger piece. Expensive purchases were done with tal ingots that usually held the shape of an equally priced item. Like a knife of a hide.
I pinched an edge of the coin and dragged my fingers along it. I got an awkward blade but with a nearly monomolecular edge to it. Coins were constantly in use, so it was no wonder that they had used the least reactive alloys they had available, giving the best attempt at a surgical scalpel.
Luckily I didnt need to do an extensive surgery. I only needed to clean any dirt and the tissue ripped beyond repair, and let the nanites heal the rest.
Hissing slightly from pain, I decided to stop bothering about wer issue. From now on any similar experintation was strictly forbidden unless run across a known and friendly elent first. Of cougar variety, for now. Especially since the rest of the day had been rather successful.
While Ive managed to notice a decent amount of chemicals and mixtures, that I could potentially use, nothing really sprung to my mind so far, but the trip to the salt marshes near the seashore have proven to be extrely fruitful. The sa pouch that stored my coins also had a succulent branch from a bush that I'd found.
With my other paths currently blocked off the only way I could progress for now was to impress the Domina. And If my current batch would sohow fail to impress her, a batch made out of these definitely will. And more.
It took so ti to heal my injury, and even more to get back on my feet.
After everything that happened today, I decided to cut my explorations short. My ear was quickly folding itself back into a proper shape as I left the trade districts behind , returning to the fancier parts of the city. My plans on checking the quarries, as Irje recomnded, cut short.
There were people out there keeping an eye out for soone similar to , and I had no intentions of risking my skin twice in a day. Especially since my body had used up most of its resources by now.
By the ti my weary legs dragged back the sun was setting. It was kind of surreal but I felt a sense of relief as I walked through the slave areas of the manor, a snack in hand. That how it gets you. For a small price of your own self you get food, shelter, and the comfort of not worrying about another day. And protection from those who wish to do you harm.
And I, like Savage John, wanted none of it. Fortunately for , my passion was tempered by pragmatism, I would use this system for as long as I needed to. I will scrape and bow until I didnt have to. I will dance their tune until I could play my own.
And then they shall listen to the music of my soul.
I walked into Irjes room as she was working on her clothes, making her turn her head. Recently she started wearing her old shift to bed instead, grumbling about being sick and tired from washing her day clothes all the ti. It was still in good condition but she definitely grew out of it quite so ti ago. It was still loose enough to be comfortable as sleepwear, but her butt had a fortunate tendency to pop out suggestively from ti to ti.
She opened her mouth to say sothing but, seeing my state, thought otherwise. I smiled sadly at her, It was nice to have soone, who understood my current state just from a glance alone. I was grateful for the silence between us, it allowed my mind to forget the rush of the day, to relax in the comfort of understanding. We looked at each other in silence, until I started to take off my tunic. My mind was still too agitated to ask questions now; a rest would do good.
Unfortunately for , Irje understood my actions differently. Or had plans of her own. As I was placing my tunic down I heard the rustle. I looked at her and, once again, froze. Irje, without looking away, bent down from her sitting position to stand on all fours. Her back facing . Her legs slightly apart to give an unobstructed view of her blond peach, which her small shift was unable to cover in such a seductive position.
She stood like this in silence, her body invitation clear, her head turned back so she could watch . I didnt know if she assud that was my intention, was trying to distract from my thoughts, making up for sothing, or simply seeking pleasure for herself. What I also didnt, was care.
A beautiful girl was in front of , crawling, her entire form in a quiet, begging, proposal. A perfect distraction for my mind, a willing companion for my tired body.
I walked up to her feeling her gaze on . One of my hands slid her shift higher, exposing her bronze back, while the other cupped her mound, feeling the scorching heat within. Irje didnt move or say a word as my hands went on exploring her body. As they slid across her stomach, fingers circling her navel. As they stroked and cupped her swaying breasts, her nipples pinched. She watched quietly as I massaged her thighs and butt, although I could see her relaxing under my touch.
Irjes biggest change of expression ca later when my hands gripped her ass and my thumbs spread her pussy apart, revealing the pink inside. I could see her flush scarlet as she kept her eyes on , her lower lip bitten.
Emboldened by her lack of response, I descended down on her, planting a deep kiss into her core. Irje finally squeaked as I sucked on her inner petals, making sure every crevasse was properly wet for what was coming. Pulling myself away as her legs begun to tremble.
I fished out my hardened dick, ready for action as I admired my work.
My hand slid over Irjes back and pushed her gently but assertively to the ground. Her head now laid on the mattress, her breasts squished underneath, as her ass rose even higher, lining up perfectly with my shaft. In silence, I pulled her hands back to and placed her palms on her buttocks, my intention obvious.
Irje, while still looking at from her awkward position, whimpered slightly but obeyed. Her fingers mimicking mine just a few minutes ago. Spreading apart her lips for to enter.
Good girl, My soft murmur made her shudder, which was intensified by my tip gently grazing at her folds. Aided by my hand, I let my shaft rub against her entrance as she moaned slightly, her hips trying my match my movents and impale herself on . I heard her groan as my hand gripped her hip and stopped her movents, I felt her wetness as her opening leaked her juices all around my dick.
I felt her heat as I slamd deep inside of her.
Irjes gasps were interrupted by our skin slapping against each other. My fingers dug deep into her butt as I tried to plunge myself as deep as possible. My other hand greedily exploring her body, as she braced herself against the mattress trying to push herself as deeply into as she could.
We didnt make love to each other. We fucked. Our actions, full of aggression and animalistic desire, let us vent our emotions through force. The stress of our daily lives released in the throes of passion.
I rember her grunt and moan my na as my hand pawed her breasts. As she shook and scread in my kiss while my fingers rubbed her clit rcilessly, my shaft pumping in and out of her in abandon. As I groaned myself, filling her to the brim with my seed. As we lay together, bound in the afterglow, my dick still within her, keeping her full, and stopping any leakage.
Yeah, we definitely needed that.
Irje, I said as we lay together a few minutes later.
Hmmm? She was curled around , her legs wrapped up against mine, enjoying the warmth of our bodies.
Tell about yourself.
There isnt much to tell. Her finger road my chest. I was born into the Kiytl manor, my mother a companion slave herself. I was lucky enough to grow up unnoticed in the large manor, but when I heard that Dominas daughter was granted a new manor I saw my chance. I followed her knowing that there would be plenty of important positions to fill. She turned to grinning, And I was right!
I smiled back at her and ruffled her hair.
What is more mysterious is you, Irje continued, looking intently at . Where did you co from?
Would you believe if I said I grew up on a farm rely a week of travel away from the city? Irje squinted her eyes at for that. But it is a truth. Just like your story, mine is devoid of anything important. The only difference between us was that I was sold to a rchant, apparently to recover so funds either the Domina or her family incurred. It was harder to smile. My mother and my uncle stayed behind, I wonder if they are alright.
She patted . You could buy them out yourself soon. With all that knowledge you have but dont talk about much.
I took her hand in mine. Thanks, I sure hope so, at least as soon as I earn the freedom myself. And my knowledge was just a lucky accident I believe. Just think about it as a wise man that taught a few tricks. Tricks that, while imnsely useful, have glaring holes within them.
What do you an? She asked curiously.
Well you for example, I said, making her blink. What are wer? What is the difference between you and ?
You know I dont think about you like that Irje murmured, I could see her growing uncomfortable.
I stroked her chin affectionately. I know, but I also know that there is sothing that I dont understand, and even if you can see past that, others wont. And I need to be ready for that.
Its your Spark, She murmured as she leaned into my hand. They say you dont have the magic inside of you. Thats why your bodies are so weak. She glanced at , trying to asure my reaction and slowly continued. It is why they call you Wermurks, or Murks for short.
Or rks in spite I thought to myself.
I planted a quick kiss on her as thanks for the candour. What are Sparks?
You cant sense them? Irjes surprise was obvious.
Sense what? And where?
The Sparks are within us, all Wer can sense theirs and the others. That is why they call us Wersparks, for we are Sparks in human form. It is the magic that fuels us, that makes us who we are. You an you cant sense them at all? Even mine? I could hear her disappointnt about the last part.
Huh. That explained how they knew I wasnt a wer.
The only way I can distinguish wer is when they have a tail or cute ears. I brushed my finger against her ears to prove my point, making her chuckle softly.
But what about Yeva? She can sense .
She can sll you.
Shut up! I wash regularly!
And her sense of sll is through the roof. The sll is how she tells us apart. She might not even know if you are wer or not, or I for that matter. I scratched my chin. Probably why she is so withdrawn, its much harder for her to gauge threat from others.
We went on talking about the Sparks. Irje went to extre lengths trying to explain what Sparks were to and how they felt, but without any reference, it was all flying over my head. I didnt let it bother that much, compared to Irjes growing frustration. I knew that no matter how much she tried it was like trying to explain sight through sll or sll through touch.
Since I never had that sense to begin with, and the nanites were equally unsure what it was, I felt nothing about the fact that I lost the magic lottery. In fact, Ive spent more ti trying to calm down Irje instead. What did the trick was stating that her feelings about werent affected by my lack of a Spark and similarly my emotions werent affected by my inability to sense hers.
What really was important wasnt my ability to wield magic, it was the fact that there was information, that was considered common knowledge in this world, which was still unavailable to . And, worst of all, didnt rely on things like logic to decipher. I had no idea wer could sense each other until Irje told , and that lack of knowledge nearly got killed today.
How many more things I was blissfully unaware of? And how many of these have the ability to get killed or worse? If simply shifting my ears and walking around was enough to call a freak and nearly claw the windpipe out of , what would a full disclosure of nanites bring? What about the knowledge in my head? And that was only my body. Had no idea what the crashed shuttle still contained. And since there was an escape shuttle - what about the bioship that is probably orbiting this very planet as I thought.
I nuzzled into Irjes sleeping form as I let myself relax. I have to be more cautious and establish a na for myself first, Ive decided. There was little gain and everything to lose in rushing things. I will take my baby steps, gain the approval of Domina and work from there, chess piece by chess piece.
The morning started as usual, except Irje disappeared sowhere once again, busy as she was. I picked up Yeva and we went on to work. We worked fast together, especially since Ive spent most of my morning telling her about my previous trip and things that Ive seen around. I decided not to tell her about the chase, but even without it, there was plenty to say.
I told her about the yells of the rchant quarters, the constant murmur of the busy streets, the screams of seagulls on the shore and the slow rumble of the sea. I heard her laugh listening to how I ran from the hungry birds and I saw her swallow as hard as I did when I saw that stall with juicy snacks.
I lived through the brightest parts of my yesterday again, and, with my words, so did she.
It was during one of my monologues that I spotted us getting company. I trailed off observing the newcors with caution.
In front of stood Sulla with two redhead warriors beside him. Their hair was long and, apart from luscious ponytails, was braided into two braids that fell onto their chest ending in bone rings full of engravings. The mark of free n.
I excused myself from deathly quiet Yeva and stood up, bowing. These were most likely the family mbers of the manor that choose a martial path. Both shared a family resemblance and the colour of their hair.
But it was Sulla, who spoke instead, while both warriors kept staring at , ready to strike.
Domina has summoned you. His words were blunt and demanded nothing but compliance.
I silently bowed again and made to follow, allowing the twin warriors to trail behind us.
There was no point in freaking out, and their actions, however nacing, were exactly what I was planning all this ti for. Right now I was a pawn, that was invited to the queens court.
It was ti for my promotion.
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