A walk in the fresh air

The weather outside was simply wonderful. A cloudless sky, a gentle breeze, and yet the heat that had plagued the first half of the day was subsiding as the sun began to set. Sha Arni, with a contented smile, slowly strolled across the wide meadow located on a hillock across the river from the Isaashi village. The girl decided to spend her first day off in the last month with her kinfolk, walking through the rapidly growing town and curiously studying how the life of her people, recently freed from slavery, had changed. And what she saw immensely delighted the future sorceress. The Isaashi were coming back to life, straightening their shoulders and raising their heads.

Of course, it wasn't so easy to shake off decades of humiliation and bondage so quickly, but they were trying their best.

The young apprentice of the great Warlock herself, having wandered her fill among the crowd of men and women working like bees, decided to spend the evening alone with nature and her thoughts. The world that the Tower's core had chosen for Sha Arni's kinfolk was pristine and untouched by people, monsters, or anyone at all.

Waiting until the village was completely out of sight, the girl glanced around furtively. Making sure she was completely alone, with sincere, childlike joy on her face, she did a cartwheel and then flopped down into the fragrant grass, laughing out loud. The furry fidget had missed freedom and movement. Six months of endless cramming and training had worn her out to the state of a floor rag, and Lyonn seemed not to notice—continuing to cram more and more various knowledge into her mind, which was cracking from an overload of information. If not for Nayada's intervention with the support of Verd and Wurm, the girl would have had serious reasons to fear for her health.

After flailing about and luxuriating to her heart's content, she decided that something still wasn't quite right. The protective suit she got from her mentor, no matter how comfortable and non-restrictive Lyonn tried to make it, didn't allow her to feel complete freedom. And this was quite understandable—the Isaashi surpassed humans in flexibility, and Sha Arni herself had grown up practically wearing no clothes. A worn-out, dirty rag with a hole for the head and magical shackles hardly deserved such a proud name. Rather, they were a pathetic parody, but while the girl was still little, her owners couldn't care less, and when she grew up, they actively started looking for someone to sell this "fruit" to for a higher price. But, fortunately, they didn't have time to find anyone...

Over six months, she had become quite adept at removing this intricate contraption, so she didn't need outside help or much time, as in the first days. Feeling the cool touch of the evening breeze all over her body, the girl even purred in ecstasy. Folding all the armor into a pile, Sha Arni, squinting with pleasure, slowly wandered forward towards the black strip of forest visible in the distance. The loose earth pleasantly seeped between her toes, and the soft carpet of clover tickled her heels and ankles. This continued for some time—the girl walked forward with a blissful smile on her face, looking somewhere at the sky where the first stars were lighting up. After passing a hollow with only clover, the young Isaashi came out onto a clearing overgrown with tall grass with sprawling tassels or brushes, resembling millet* (referring to timothy grass and orchard grass). The sharp strokes around her thighs and even her groin made her stop and think about whether she should go further. These touches ignited not entirely appropriate desires in her soul. A heavy, hot lump began to gather in her lower abdomen. But Sha Arni still moved on, as the new and unusual sensations could not be called unpleasant at all. On the contrary, they literally demanded that she continue.

Closing her eyes, the girl walked forward, spreading her arms as if trying to take flight on the light evening breeze and join the few clouds in the sky.

For some reason, her thoughts drifted in only one direction—about Lyonn.

She remembered the man who saved her, the man who gave her everything: shelter, family, care, and attention, but demanded nothing in return. Sometimes Sha Arni didn't understand why he rejected her on that memorable evening when the little one underwent the ritual and became a mage. After all, the only thing she could repay him with was her love. Yes, the girl adored her teacher. In every sense of the word. But lately, the young apprentice caught herself thinking that she increasingly craved not so much communication with this crazy but in some ways wonderful sorcerer, but physical intimacy. She wanted to put a kind of final point in this epic, and then let come what may.

So, dreaming of how her beloved would hug her shoulders, kiss her lips, and caress her body, she simply walked forward, imagining that the light touches below were not grass at all, but Lyonn himself.

When the girl reached the edge of the forest, which turned out to be coniferous, she was already incredibly aroused. Heavy, languid breathing with a wheeze escaped her chest, goosebumps ran across her skin, and her tail writhed in all conceivable and inconceivable positions. Leaning her back against the nearest pine tree, Sha Arni decided to catch her breath a little, not quite understanding what was happening to her. The young Isaashi had heard about sex, menstruation, and even pregnancy from her late sister, but she never told her about anything like this. Her hand involuntarily dropped down, and a finger ran over the moist and tightly compressed lips between her legs. The girl was struck by such a feeling of pleasure that her fur stood on end. Unable to restrain herself, she let out a sweet moan and immediately came to her senses, shaking her head sharply. The village was quite close, someone might be nearby and hear her!

Her mind, clouded by a storm of raging emotions, with some difficulty produced a "brilliant" idea—to go deeper into the forest and continue the interesting experiment. Curiosity immediately seized this thought, a slight feeling of fear only further provoked her, and common sense crumbled before her eyes, yielding to the surging hormones.

Having made her decision, Sha Arni looked around once more and, without a shred of doubt, headed further, winding between the dark trunks of pines and firs.

*

Fairly soon, the sparse pine forest, carpeted with rotten needles, gave way to a grove of larches, poplars, and birches overgrown with short grass. And then the girl came out onto a wide clearing where everything was entwined with creeping plants dotted with white flowers, which for some unknown reason had not closed for the night.

It was here that Sha Arni decided to stop, as the place seemed untrodden, safe, and there was also an exciting, pungent aroma lingering here, which once again stirred up her sensations. Settling into a hollow that seemed cozy to her, next to a fallen tree, she again immersed herself in the land of her dreams.

The girl imagined her beloved carefully approaching from behind, gently embracing her with his hands. With one movement, she sheds her translucent peignoir, turns to him, pressing her burning cheek to his broad chest. He whispers all sorts of beautiful nonsense in her ear and swears eternal love. Then Sha Arni raises her head and looks into his eyes, literally dissolving in their icy blue. Palms slide along her back, tickling the tips of her fur and stopping at her waist, slightly lifting the girl. And they merge in an endless kiss.

Carried away by immodest fantasies, the young sorceress completely failed to notice the barely perceptible stirring in the grass around her. Although even if she had noticed, she would hardly have paid any attention to it, attributing it to insects or small rodents. In reality, the thin stems of the creeping plant that entangled everything here were gradually intertwining with each other. She also didn't notice when these tendrils surrounded her from all sides, with barely noticeable movements approaching her hands and feet.

Sha Arni came to her senses only when she couldn't move a single part of her body, so securely were the green shoots entwining her.

All the white flowers around, like eyes, "looked" in her direction. But the Isaashi wasn't frightened. She herself didn't know why, but there was no sense of danger at all now. Her entire head was still filled with fragments of the erotic scene she had just imagined,

which ended with them finishing the preliminary caresses and were about to move on to the most interesting part.

So, the girl, breathing heavily and slightly writhing in her bonds, with detached curiosity awaited the continuation, being on the border between dreams and reality.

And everything continued.

A timid touch between her legs, resembling a fleeting kiss, she met with a drawn-out, animal moan. Then another and another. The cold shoots gently massaged her heated lower lips, delivering unearthly pleasure. Sha Arni writhed like a snake, moaned and screamed. It seemed to her that she was about to go crazy from the oncoming ecstasy. Everything down there was blazing and asking for more. Already approaching the peak of pleasure, the sorceress lost herself, suddenly jerking her hands and tearing the bonds like rotten rags, starting to help the too unobtrusive touches with her own fingers.

The sensations reached their limit, flooding her entire being with white light, and it seemed to her that she even lost consciousness for a few seconds, announcing the surroundings with a loud cry.

Finally, the feelings began to subside, and the girl regained the ability to see, hear, and think.

"What a loud one we've caught," a hoarse voice was heard from somewhere above, making Sha Arni jump on the spot. And she would have succeeded if not for the plant still entwining her legs. Because of it, the furry one soared upward in a jump and immediately fell backward, plowing the loose, fragrant earth with her nose.

"And also agile and strong. Knock her out, or she's already torn the stems on her hands, the bitch," answered a second voice—high and very grating.

The world spun before her eyes, and then the sky collapsed downward, filling it with an inky haze.

***

Sha Arni came to from the sounds of conversation. It was still night outside, from which the girl concluded that she had been unconscious for a relatively short time. Maybe an hour or two. There were consequences of a poorly woven spell for "knocking out" an opponent—a buzzing in her head, dry mouth, and aching joints. They had hung her by her hands on a branch of a stocky poplar tree so that she could only touch the ground with the tips of her big toes, and even then only if she stood on tiptoe.

The captors were sitting a few steps away by a campfire, talking about something in low voices, but the essence of their conversation somehow eluded her understanding. (Specially for etales.org — itails.org) As if they were mixing an unknown language with the common one. Trying to free herself, the girl realized that her ankles were also securely tied, and there was a gag in her mouth, reducing all the sounds she made to a pitiful "m-m-m."

Hearing her muffled moaning, the pair of men immediately fell silent, shifting their attention to Sha Arni.

"Hang quietly!" shouted the owner of the hoarse voice, which didn't suit him at all. He was tall, lanky with an elongated, pale face and black, unwashed hair sticking out in all directions. The second turned out to be short, plump, and generally resembled a hamster. A bald and quite nasty hamster. Both subjects had chosen black cloaks and woolen shirts with high boots as their clothing. The girl couldn't make out any other details from her position.

They again lost all interest in their prey, continuing, judging by the raised tones, an argument.

When the girl came to her senses enough to make out what they were debating, she almost turned inside out from disgust and the realization of her own stupidity. This pair was deciding who would "have fun" with the prisoner first. And also what could and couldn't be done to her so she wouldn't lose her marketable appearance.

After half an hour of heated discussion, the lanky one won, promising the plump one a larger share of the profit.

Sha Arni felt a chill inside, watching in horror as the shaggy type headed towards her with a predatory smile on his vile mug. Yeah, he was as far from the handsome Lyonn as from here to the moon. Not like this did the girl imagine her first lover.

"Did you like our little flowers?" he giggled, coming close. "You women fall for them like bees to honey. We used to catch elves before, but now you tailed ones have appeared, and you fetch good prices on the black market. There are many lovers, heh-heh, of exotic things. Don't be afraid, I'll treat you with respect..."

There was a sharp blow, a muffled scream, and the lanky one's fat accomplice flew past.

The sorceress noticed how a winged, yellow-eyed shadow appeared behind the back of her would-be rapist, and again the sound of a blow and the crunch of breaking bones. Wurm doesn't really like to stand on ceremony with his enemies.

"I'll take it from here," said Verd, who entered the circle of light from the small campfire. "This scum deserves to go to hell with a fanfare of trumpets."

The dragon nodded briefly, cut the rope with his claws, picked up the miniature girl in his muscular arms, and hastily ran to the edge of the clearing. And his brother, meanwhile, began to chant a spell.

"East, west, south and north makes four winds of fortune. Eight petals of incarnated fire," golden flames ignited above his spread palms. "Fifteen handfuls of mother Earth. When sixteen's water drop breaks upon the solid rock," a smooth gesture outlining a perfect circle, in which a complex pattern immediately lit up, divided into four parts. "Twenty three saints will march through scorched lands. And cry of forty two sinners shall mark our victory! Abyssal Break!"

The earth didn't just shudder. It fearfully gave way from underfoot, forcing Wurmlight to work his wings to stay upright. Everything within a radius of a hundred steps in front of Verd was destroyed. Now there was a deep crater there, its bottom hidden by swirling steam.

Freed from the gag and ropes, the girl immediately burst into tears of joy and started kissing and hugging her rescuers, which, given her appearance, greatly embarrassed even the blond ladies' man.

"Sha Arni, stop it, stop!" the dragon finally yelled for the tenth time, pushing the furry muzzle away from him, his ears acquiring a pleasant poppy hue. "Let's do this: we won't say a word about what happened, and you won't either?"

Then it finally dawned on her that she was standing there in her birthday suit. Letting out an embarrassed squeak, the furry one immediately darted behind the nearest surviving bush. A package with her armor flew after her.

"Get dressed! Let's go! And for heaven's sake, don't even tell us what happened here. Otherwise, Father will bury us, then resurrect us, and bury us again."

The brothers REALLY didn't want to know what had happened here. After all, as they say—the less you know, the better you sleep. But, of course, both were burning with curiosity and to themselves admitted that the new student of their father's had a not-so-bad figure.

"Thank you so much!"

Sha Arni, of course, eventually told Lyonn the spicy details of that evening, but that happened much later, after Lynx was born. And until then, these events remained her little secret.

April 2013.

Thank you for your attention.