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Chapter
4
Love
It was a strange way for a superheroine to
be thinking, but Kara could not help
herself. For the first time in
her life she had found love. Now
as she lifted her hips to better accommodate her lovers shaft she hoped
that this might be the time when his seed would find her womb
receptive. Jhetta was already
pregnant, her smooth belly slowly rounding as the child within her
matured. But so far Kara had
not been so favoured.
She arched her back as Theran took her nipple
between his teeth and gently worried it.
She delighted in the sensation as long as he did not bite too
hard. Then bad memories sometimes
clouded their lovemaking. But
Theran was an experienced lover and by now he knew every part of her body
intimately. He was breathing
more heavily now as he approached climax and Kara emulated him, her body
responding in smooth synchronization with
his.
Uuugghh!
Aahh! Aaaah!
Theran
cried as he released into her. He
was finished, but he did not abandon her.
Instead he continued to caress her body with his lips and hands, until
she too was moaning in carnal delight.
Then like her lover she exploded, her vagina contracting violently
as it sought to pull his seed within her.
Satiated for the moment they lay back in the
softness of the bed their arms enclosing one
another. I never thought
I would have this, Kara thought.
How quickly her life had changed.
A few months ago she had been a spirited superheroine patrolling the
skies of New Gotham in search of the forces of
evil. Now she was the life partner
of the warrior prince of the
Attalans, the bird
riders who ruled the vast plains of
Zhim.
A warrior princess, she
thought. Sort of like
Diana. She was living in
a fairytale. And it had all happened
so quickly.
After her rescue from the
Bermaghi (a word that she discovered was used as a curse
and as a term for the beast men) by Theran and his Attalan warriors she and
Jhetta had been to the homeland of their
rescuers..
The ride had taken several days and had given her ample opportunity
to learn the Attalan language and find out a bit about the
culture. With nothing better
to do to occupy her time, she had practiced the language assiduously monopolizing
every second of Jhettas time until Theran had taken it upon himself
to become her teacher.
She had learned that the Attalans were a bit
of an enigma. A warrior culture
they were constantly at war with the more primitive Bermaghi, but at the
same time they practiced agriculture and had a well established
civilization.
As they had ridden closer to the Attalan capital,
Shadr, the land changed from a great unpopulated grassland to one dotted
with farms and pastures. Most
of the domestic animals Kara saw she did not recognize although most had
familiar functions. For example
there were small furry animals that very much resembled dogs and still others
that looked like sheep and cattle.
The most surprising aspect of Attalan animal life, however, was the
huge variety of birdlife, from the giant
mohr which was the huge bird that Theran
and his warriors had ridden to Karass rescue; to birds that looked
like chickens and ducks. But
they were only the beginning. Birds
were kept that produced feathers that could be woven into
clothing. Others were boiled
down to make oil for lamps. Still
others were prized as food. A
meal in Therans castle was never complete unless there were about a
dozen different types of roasted birds on the
table. Kara lost track of them
after awhile.
The castle itself seemed quite
traditional. It was built in
the middle of a lake and was constructed entirely of stone, as were most
of the homes of the Attalan people.
In the great grasslands, timber was a rare commodity, but large quarries
supplied stone for every purpose.
Attalan culture Attalan culture itself was
most surprising.
. It was a matriarchical
society and women held the political
power. As a result, Kara
and Jhetta were accorded considerable
status. Jhetta because she was
a princess from an outlying hill tribe and Kara because of the her prowess
as a warrior. Another factor
in her favour was her hair colour.
In all of Attalan society Kara had never laid eyes on another
blonde. Hence the name Theran
quickly gave her,
Lirga
Suhm, Golden One.
But the most surprising thing she discovered
was a young woman who came to her room and spoke to her in perfect
English. American arent
you? asked the girl. She
smiled broadly. I think
youre really going to like it here.
Who are you, asked Kara,
bewildered.
Oh, Im sorry, the girl
said. I should have introduced
myself. Im Inga
Larson. You might have heard
my father mention me. It was
he who sent you here wasnt it?
The dim bulb in Karas head finally flicked
on. Youre Larsons
daughter. But he told me you
were dead. That he sent you through
the portal and you never came back.
The girl laughed
heartily. The never came
back part of the story is true enough, but Im far from
dead.
I dont understand, Kara
said. What
happened?
Nothing happened, Inga
said. Living here is like
living in a fairy tale. Once
I realized that I didnt have to go back I just
stayed.
And the other girls? Kara
asked.
All safe and sound and living a fairy
tale romance. Youve no
idea how obliging men in this world can be, especially if youre halfway
attractive. She scrutinized
Kara closely. Hmmm,
she mused. Youre
going to find them very obliging.
Kara had a hundred questions to ask, but after
spending a bit more time with her Inga excused
herself. My prince
awaits, she
said. Ill be visiting
for a few days and we can get to know one another
better. I think youre going
to find the world of Zhim very
interesting.
What the girl said turned out to be only too
true. Kara found herself more
and more immersed in this strange culture where every woman was treated like
a goddess. She actually received
extra special treatment, mainly because of
Jhettas
storytelling. The dark-haired
girl turned Karas attempt to save her from the Bermaghi into an epic
struggle in which Kara had fought off dozens of beast men before succumbing
heroically to overwhelming numbers.
That, of course, was somewhat true, but the Attalans were most interested
in the stick fighting as Jhetta described it and after giving
Kara a suitable time to recover they asked her to demonstrate her
skill.
It was fortunate that Kara had practiced so
hard developing her martial arts skills under Dianas tutelage, and
fortunate as well that she was a naturally gifted
athlete. Possibly it was a legacy
from her Kryptonian past. Whatever
the reason, her quick mastery of a variety of weapons skills, and her ability
to learn hand to hand combat techniques earned her words of praise from the
powerful Amazon.
Her quick defeat of several Attalan warriors
cemented her position as a woman warrior and greatly increased her
status. It also cemented her
relationship with Theran. The
mohr rider had been intrigued by her ever since he and his patrol had rescued
her from the Bermaghi. It took
little more to entice him to her bed.
It had been awkward for her at
first. Attalan society was very
direct about sex, but liaisons were always imitated by the
woman. It was a concept completely
foreign to Kara, limited as she was by the Puritanical superheroine code,
but after much soul searching, nail biting, and even more procrastination,
she had finally sent word to Theran to meet her in her
room.
Theran had come as
ordered. Even a prince could
not refuse the invitation of a high-ranking
woman. But he was not exactly
a reluctant bridegroom. To describe
him as eager when he came to her bed would have been the understatement of
the millennium. It was a night
that would last in Karas memory
forever.
She stirred against him as the pleasant memories
surrounded her. From the touch
of his body she knew he was awake.
Not tired, Golden One? he asked, his hand encircling her
breast.
Not when you do that, she
breathed. She shifter her weight
and parted her legs slightly, allowing him to feel the change in her
posture.
Youll be too tired to go on the
hunt, Theran chided.
Tomorrow we will be surrounded by a
hundred others, she replied.
We may not get a chance to make love again for some
time. She kissed his
earlobe. Give me something
to make this night memorable.
And he did.
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