Blind to Men (2 page)

"By the gods, Kylor,
you’re abnormal!"

"What?"

Her companion didn't look
as surprised as her. Gaze riveted to the bare chest, she pointed a finger.

"Your breasts are
flat!"

An expression of understanding
crossed Kylor's features. Blinking as if she'd heard something comical, she
guffawed.

"Not all people are
made the same way. I assure you I'm quite normal."

Yet, she gasped anew when
the woman removed the tight fabric around her waist and legs. Tall as she
stood, her body appeared extremely muscular, and hairy. Fair hair covered her
chest, stomach, thighs, and calves. Like an animal, she was furred all over.

What kind of woman was
she? Her solid neck supported far too broad shoulders. She displayed
nonexistent breasts and below, her belly looked as flat as a sheet of iron. In
spite of her shock, something else sparked her curiosity so she pointed yet
another finger.

"What's that flesh
dangling between your thighs?"

Kylor stepped over the
rim of the tub, her sudden grin failing to appease her growing amazement.

"It has many uses.
If you want me to, I'll show you."

A tingling ran from her
toes to her head on hearing 'I'll show you'. Why? She had heard these words
before, and on those occasions, no tingling had ever affected her. What was
happening to her?

Kylor sighed with
pleasure although the water must have been quite cold. Watching the hairy woman
bathe, her disbelief turned to interest. Were there other women like Kylor? If
so, where were they?

Probably living in
Palance or in other large settlements. But her mother used to live in the
famous city so how come she'd never told her about them? Why had she never seen
one? She'd only been traveling for a day, and already she feared the world encompassed
too many mysteries.

She left the table to
jump into bed. Hands clasped, she thanked the mighty gods for the pillow under
her head and the meal in her belly. She prayed for her mother as well.

Once she concluded her
devotion, she watched the brawny woman happily splashing water on her misshapen
body. An unchecked, indefinite emotion swelled within her at the strange sight,
yet she soon felt sleepy.

Although her eyelids
drooped, she fully opened her eyes when Kylor got out of the tub, hastily dried
off with the large cloth she'd used earlier, and joined her in bed.

"Come, kiss me
goodnight."

The woman's weight on the
straw mattress almost drew their bodies together. Obediently, she planted a
kiss on the scarred cheek. She pulled away but shivered as her companion's air
conveyed a feeling she had no name for, and her voice sounded even rougher than
usual.

"That's how you kiss
a mother, not a protector."

"I'm sorry, I don't
know any other way."

She felt awkward under Kylor’s
scrutiny, under the intense gaze now riveted on her mouth.

"I know, let me show
you. Put your lips on mine."

The touch was soft, light
as a fall breeze. She applied a little pressure when a gentle gust of warmth
spread throughout her body. Then she let out a silent gasp as Kylor parted her
lips and inserted her tongue into her mouth to caress the wet flesh.

An unknown emotion swept
over her. The feel of their tongues touching, moving, and stroking took her
breath away. It was utterly unlike the kisses her mother used to give her.

She sank into Kylor’s open
arms as she instinctively opened her mouth wide, letting the woman’s tongue
explore it, hearing her now uneven breath. Infused with alien sensations, she
felt her body reacting to the kiss with an intense fluttering in the pit of her
stomach.

Her erect nipples brushed
against the shirt creating a barrier between them. Her heart and thighs
quivered as if she had run a long way. The uncanny feeling was startling by any
means, but the most surprising was her desire to continue kissing this
stranger, to let her do more.

More what?
She might
have dwelled on the oddness of her reaction, yet Kylor didn't allow her any
time to ponder the thought as she suddenly drew back, a little breathless.

"I think I could
show you more than I intended to. By the Gods, you're driving me wild,
Anya."

She wasn’t sure what the
expression meant, but she took it as a compliment and smiled at her companion.

"I like when you
kiss me. Please, do it again."

Her pulse rang in her
ears while she held the woman’s gaze. Her blue eyes were fixed on her,
unflinching.

"Take your shirt off.
Let me see your body."

But rather than waiting
for her to comply, Kylor removed the fabric then looked at her disclosed limbs
glowing by candlelight. She released a long breath while her expression shifted
to hunger again. How could she be in need of nourishment when they had just
finished supper?

Features drawn, the woman
brought her hand closer to stroke her bare thighs, curved belly, and firm
breasts with her calloused palm.

"You're so graceful,
my lady, so pleasing to my eye."

The tender words seemed
to flow out of Kylor's lips as she took one of her nipples to fondle and twirl
the sensitive flesh. Submitted to the soft contact, she experienced a weird
feeling.

Her whole body started
radiating heat, sunny flushes going to her head, leaving her mouth dry, her lungs
gasping for air. The sensation was so strong and unfamiliar, she briefly
wondered if she should be scared.

"What's happening to
me? I can’t breathe, and I'm so hot."

Her voice sounded small
and alarmed, although the woman petted her breast in a gentle manner.

"Fear nothing. Your
body is simply responding to my affection. It is naught but natural."

Then she slowly bent her
head to suck the aroused nipple into her mouth and begin licking it with
efficiency. The fondling made her quiver. Her navel rose to the stranger as if
possessed by a mighty force and she couldn't suppress a loud moan. Mind in
turmoil, she subjected herself to her companion's attention, swept away by the
forceful heat coursing through her.

"Kylor, I feel
like—"

She took a deep breath in
an attempt to clear her jumbled thoughts, a rush of air filling her lungs.

"I feel like I need
something, but I don’t know what it is."

"I do. I promise you
I shall give you release."

What kind of release? She
needed to ask but Kylor looked up, her gaze a darker shade of blue.

"Close your eyes
now, my lady, and spread your legs for me. Trust me, whatever I do."

She complied, lifting her
legs up under the pressure of the woman’s hands. First, she heard her shifting
to the end of the bed and settling there. Then she just felt, and her world
swayed.

Firm lips kissed the
place between her thighs. A tongue licked and a mouth suckled her skin until
she believed her life might come to an end. Yielding to the deep caress, her
whole body tensed and loosened, rose and fell like a pawn in the stranger’s
tenderness.

Moist sweeps stroked her,
pushing her ever higher, extracting loud moans from her dry throat. Kylor's
tongue seemed to be on fire, licking her inside for a while, now lingering over
a particular place, a throbbing spot that made her want to scream.

"There. Oh, yes,
right there."

She exhaled as the woman
brushed the pulsating spot with her lips, radiating fiery waves in her body,
causing her to arch her back.

As she did so, Kylor
cupped her buttocks and sucked her harder, the darting flesh in unison with the
raging heat engulfing her. Her moans filled the room, almost unbroken,
rhythmically following the beat of the tongue devouring her. That was when she
felt it for the first time.

Coming from her very
core, a lively force rushed in her blood, a powerful sensation that spread its
wings throughout her limbs and invaded her mind with tremendous pleasure.

Drummed by the relentless
tongue, pinned to the bed by the raw energy releasing pure joy, all of her
muscles strained from the violence of the emotion, she shouted her ecstasy.

She gulped for air when
the amazing feeling receded, head dizzy, body abruptly weak and empty. The
woman was already by her side, stroking her hair and brow, whispering sweet
words to her.

"There, Anya, take
your time. You aren’t used to strong emotions."

Her touch felt soft and
firm at the same time, just like the tongue that had turned her inside out. In
spite of her incredulity, she managed to speak between deep intakes of breath.

"Kylor, that was
unbelievable. What in the spirits did you do to me?"

"I gave you my
affection, my lady. Have I satisfied you?"

"Your affection
greatly pleased me, but I'm surprised. Mother never mentioned this emotion to
me."

Hit by an uncommon idea,
she sat up to rest on the pillows without breaking their embrace.

"Do you think she
knows about it?"

"I believe she
does."

Although Kylor sounded
serious, a thin smile played on her lips as she brought her closer.

"Yet, there is a
time and a place for everything."

"I understand. This
feeling wasn’t hers to teach."

Her companion nodded
while she opened her mouth to say something else. But she hesitated when her
eye caught the strange lump of flesh between the woman’s legs. That mass had
been dangling before, now it looked stiff and erect.

"Look at you, Kylor!
What's wrong with your—" Looking for a word she didn’t know, she hesitated
for a fleeting instant before blurting out— "Your body part?"

Features strained as
though she was amused, Kylor nonetheless followed the direction of her gaze.

"It's called a cock.
And it's erect because I deeply desire you."

"Desire?"

"Yes, it's calling
for the same pleasure I gave you."

"Is there any way
for you to . . . to obtain it?"

This sudden
transformation sparking more than mere curiosity, she gawked at the hard rod
until her companion sighed.

"There is, but I
can't use it now. Not before the solstice."

The answer sounded
painful, yet she couldn't see any cause as to her suffering. And what could the
solstice have to do with Kylor’s changeable body part? Wondering how the woman
would feel comfortable riding in that condition for so long, she made an effort
to recall the date.

"That’s the day
after tomorrow. Will your flesh look like a wooden stick until then? Will you
still desire me?"

"I'll desire you
longer than a few days, I fear. But don't worry, the hardness will pass. I only
need a little time."

"Can I do anything
to help you?"

The woman winced while
she stared at her for an eternity, the clear blue gaze sending shivers down her
body.

"You can, my lady,
if you so wish."

Unexpected eagerness
careened through her. She had a chance to please her companion, she wouldn't
miss it.

"It's my wish. What
should I do?"

She knelt by the woman's
side, matching words with action. As if her spirits shot up, Kylor sat back to
rest her head on the pillow.

"Take my cock in
your hand."

Encircling the rigid
part, she gasped with astonishment when her fingers touched the tender skin. The
cock seemed alive, waiting for her to do something. Kylor puffed, but not from
surprise as far as she could tell.

"Am I hurting
you?"

"Not at all, your
touch is as gentle as a dove’s feather."

Even though she held the fascinating
shaft with all the care she could muster, her touch appeared to accelerate Kylor's
breathing and slur her speech.

"Anya, could you
move your hand up and down?"

She did what the woman
asked. She moved slowly at first, still fearful of hurting her yet amazed by
the way her fingers easily stroked the loose skin, covering and uncovering the
cock with every motion. In spite of her nervousness, she wanted to be of
service to her protector.

"Am I doing this
right? Am I pleasing you?"

A strange expression
twisted Kylor's face while a fierce light burned in her eyes. She didn’t answer
straightaway, but her harsher respiration told her all she needed to know.

Emboldened by her success,
she locked into the blue gaze fixed on her. The question came naturally to her
lips, instinct infusing her with the knowledge and experience she lacked.

"Would you like me
to rub you faster?"

Kylor nodded as her stare
darkened and her flat, muscular chest began to rise in snatches.

"Do with me as you
wish. It's very agreeable, indeed."

She quickened her
movements and the woman moaned. She rolled her fingers more tightly around the
hard cock while prompting her wrist up and down, captivated by the joy she now
knew she could offer.

Although she couldn’t
tear her eyes away from the sight of her hand around the stiff flesh, she took great
satisfaction in hearing Kylor’s ragged breathing and heavy groans.

She needed to give as
much pleasure as the woman had bestowed on her. As she stroked the strange limb,
a sort of humidity dampened her fingers, rendering her motions even more
comfortable.

When this moistness
allowed her to rub the swelling cock with more speed, Kylor gripped the sheet.
The long muscles in her legs bulged as she clenched the fabric and cried out.

"I'm coming, Anya. Please
don't slow down."

Happy to be the active
messenger of whatever was coming, she intensified her rhythmical strokes, her
hand quickly jerking and causing Kylor to utter a harsh cry. The woman panted
with difficulty, stuck against the pillow, her words thick and seeming to drip
from her mouth.

"Have no fear, Anya.
A liquid will spurt out of my dick but it's—"

Her whole body shook and
she let out a rough grunt as something creamy gushed forth. The fluid whizzed
past her face yet she kept on staring at the member in her hand. Another powerful
jet issued before the cock seemed to undergo a drastic change, rapidly
softening against her palm.

She simply held it,
enjoying the weird transformation and wondering what Kylor was experiencing.
She glanced at the perturbing woman slumped on the bed, a sheet of perspiration
glistening on her brow.

"Have I satisfied
you?"

"Beyond my wildest
expectations."

She replied with
tenderness in her rough voice while she extended her arm. Curling up in the crook
of Kylor’s sturdy shoulder, a deep contentment warmed her heart, mind and body.
A feeling of peace settled over her for the time being. Just before falling
into sleep, she expressed her last thought to the woman holding her.

"Will you kiss me
another time as a protector? Will you desire me again, and touch the place
between my legs?"

"It will be my
pleasure."

Enjoying her companion's
presence and quiet strength, she fell asleep a short while later but woke up
when the door banged shut to find out that a new morning was upon them.

Fully dressed, sword
hanging from her hip, Kylor entered the room, looking indeed like a warrior.
She walked to the table at a brisk pace, delectable smells wafting from the
tray she carried.

"Good morning.
Breakfast is served."

She jumped out of bed to
hurriedly take off the shirt she'd been sleeping in, and put on her dress. Thirsty
and hungry, she didn't bother to sit down but bit into a piece of goat cheese.

She relished the flavor
before washing it down with a goblet of milk. As her belly welcomed the warm,
nourishing liquid, she pointed at her companion’s legs, interested in such a
bizarre craftsmanship.

"What do you call
this fabric?"

Standing tall by the side
of the square table, Kylor used a long knife to cut large slices of bread.

"Buckskins."

"I’ve never seen any
woman wear those."

Her protector landed some
goat cheese on the bread with easy, precise movements.

"No, you wouldn’t
have, but I find them suitable for riding."

"Can I wear them?

If the woman allowed her
to wear these intriguing buckskins, maybe she would look like a warrior too. Kylor
dropped the slice she held between her fingers, and burst out laughing.

"I don’t think so,
they're for . . . ."

Although her companion's
lips continued to move, she didn't catch the end of her sentence. She blinked
and frowned as her hand went instinctively to her ear to knead it.

"I'm sorry, but I
can’t hear you. What did you say?"

The woman stared at her
for a long time, causing her to wonder if she had upset her. But Kylor shook
her head then, and expelled a loud sigh while her gaze drifted to the window.

"This must
stop."

"Excuse me?"

What in the creators'
name was she talking about? Wishing enlightenment would come at some point, she
pricked her ears to grasp the words her protector muttered under her breath.