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She moaned happily and melted, arms and legs dangling by my thighs. I found myself rubbing more and more of her body, slipping her shirt and pants aside, then off. Then she was naked under my touch.
Most of the village still thought of her as a kid but I'd gotten over that before she busted my head. I was feeling a very mature woman's body under my hands. For all that it was tiny, it was real. She was real. Warm and soft, smooth and taut, her muscles hard even against my calloused thumbs. At some point my massage changed. She raised her head to look up at me.
I let my hands drift away as she stood up. We stared at each other. Then she rushed me, climbing up into my lap. She knelt across my thighs and took my head into her hands.
We kissed. She tasted like no woman I'd every met, of any tribe on the world. I wasn't all that experienced, but I had traveled, and had enjoyed a lot of hospitality.
I began to realize that Luna wasn't just from a different tribe. But at the moment, I had no time for such thoughts. I kissed my way from that mouth down to her chest. I followed the breastbone to her stomach.
I lifted her up. Her knees rested on my shoulder, her hands held my head. She writhed and moaned as I licked and kissed, tasted and tickled. I worked her belly, the way women liked it.
Or at least, the way I'd been taught by every women I knew before. Luna actually calmed as I paid her the ultimate compliment. I thought she was getting excited, but her hands grabbed my hair, trying to move my attention.
I finally figured it out. "The breasts?" I asked. "I always thought those are too sensitive to-"
"Da'an!" she growled.
"Oh. Okay." I kissed on gently, not wanting to hurt her. She tugged my hair and drove herself into my mouth. It was…different. Warmer, I think, than the rest of her had been. And the texture was softer. There wasn't the firm layer of muscle under the skin that I associated with sensitive areas. I decided that I liked it.
Luna liked it a lot. She hissed and rubbed against me. I moved from side to side, trying to find the best places to get her tide to rise.
Her knees crept slowly across my shoulders, tightening against my throat. Her smell, as she became more aroused, smelled like a humid night in the deep jungle. Like the places I went to be alone. It was like the hidden part of my soul had taken form.
I leaned back in my hammock and drew her over me. "Jump," I said softly. Trust me. She shook her head. I guessed that trust was difficult for her. So I let her go. I eased her to a sitting position on my chest. She looked at me. In the gloom of the night I could only barely see her expression. She looked hopeful and sad at the same time, worried that I wouldn't do things her way.
She watched as I wove my hands into the support vines of my bed. As she felt me move, she looked around. I was working my legs into the other end. When I was restrained, she looked back at me.
"Start," I said.
She kissed my forehead, then moved down my body. Long vine usually doesn't tear easily, so I was rather impressed by the way she ripped my pants open.
My spear rose, sharp and slick in the night. She touched it gently, stroking it. I moaned but tried not to twist. She gripped it and squeezed along the length. Up and down, from near the tip to the base. I'd never felt anything like it.
"Oh, oh, oh," I moaned. "You're wonderful. A goddess. Fire spirits among mortals." She turned and smiled at me. Then the evil, vicious demon slowed her squeezing. I rose up beneath her like a swell under a canoe, trying to surprise a few extra strokes out of her.
She giggled, spread her legs a little bit, and rode me like a Trader's ship through the surf. "Evil," I hissed. "I take it all back!"
The more she stroked, the more my spear sweat. She seemed surprised by the amount of fluid I was producing, but it was entirely her fault.
Then Luna turned around. She kept a grip on my spear and placed herself at the tip. I had worried, I think we both had worried that I was too big. But I was in the position I was in to leave it up to her judgment.
She smiled encouragingly, I think. It's also possible the teeth I saw were from gritty determination. Either way, she started taking me into her, a finger at a time.
She was hot as a volcano inside, and FIRE she was tight. I had no room to move, no chance to swell. She forced me in, a finger's width at a time. Her fingers, of course. Her tiny, tantalizing fingers.
By the time her butt landed upon my thighs I was nearly ready to explode. She muttered something and dramatically wiped her brow.
"Okay, what now?" I asked. She smiled and beckoned. I worked my hands loose. Luna tugged my arms around her as far as they'd go. We hugged for a moment, her face nuzzling my belly.
Then she moved. Slowly at first, she pumped her body up and down my spear. She wasn't teasing, though, just trying to cope with our relative sizes. I tried to hold her up, taking weight on my elbows. This gave her room to control our sex.
She grunted and sped up. Faster and faster she went. Amazingly, she also got tighter! We both started moaning. She gripped my wrists where they held her torso.
I arched one last time, lifting us both into the air. Luna started to kick me. I ignored her and came. I swelled up as I did, pushing her to her limits. She grunted, wrapped her legs around me and came as I did.
When I collapsed, I rolled both of us out of the hammock. I almost landed on top of her, but managed to catch myself before squishing her.
She stared up at me for a second. Then we both started laughing. I picked her up and we crawled carefully back into bed.
The Saffi showed up on the appointed day. Rank after rank, dressed in brand new clothes and painted as per their tradition. We wore our finest, carrying our favorite tools or weapons as was our own.
Luna stood by me as I greeted their warriors. The crowd kept her from seeing Eegeen until he was right upon us.
Eegeen was the Saffi monster that ruined our wrestling. He towered over me. Luna came up to about his knee. Her mouth fell open as she stared up at him.
"Who's she?" he asked, smiling down at her.
"My apprentice," I said.
"Apprentice?" he asked.
"Dappentees?" she asked.
"Pretty much," I told them both. "She's taught me how to fight. I'm going to beat you like a washed up drift-cloud at the fight tomorrow."
He puffed up his chest, looking like a land whale coming to roost. Then he started shouting.
The idea that I was going to beat him was laughable. The idea that a tiny slip of a girl was going to make me a better fighter was an offense to nature. He refused to shut up and enjoy the feasting until I apologized or said it was a joke.
In less time than it takes to land a speared fish, the two Chiefs had decided we'd fight tonight, rather than on the morrow.
Gaddakk took my spear and clothes as I prepared to swim out to the platform.
"Are you mad?" he asked. "You're a lot better than you were, but…" He gestured to indicate just how flaming huge Eegeen was.
"Doesn't matter," I said. "He's beaten me for ten seasons. I've spent the last nine feasts unable to enjoy my food because of him. One way or another, I'll be able to relax after the fight. I can enjoy the gathering."
Luna waited at the edge of the water. I reached down and gave her a reassuring shake on the shoulder. She looked up at me, glanced at Gaddakk and said, slowly but clearly, "Kick his flaming ass."
I looked up at my friend. He shrugged. "You know she's a fast learner." I looked back down at Luna.
"I will. Yes," I said. She made a gesture with one digit and I turned to dive.
I won. Even at that, the fight was over quicker than it takes time to say. Eegeen charged, I dropped, two feet in his chest levered him over my head, he cleared the platform by half of a spear's length. The splash was about the most delightful sound I'd ever heard.
The cheers were second.
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Two days after the feast was done it was time to pack. We struck most of the huts and moved them to the caves. That's where we stored the canoes and nets, poles and weights, racks and stakes. Everything that wasn't going to be carried inland went into the sanctuary.
The Chief's hut stayed. It was actually made of living trees, the only permanent structure in the village. It would ride out the storms and be waiting four us in spring.
That's why my hut drew everyone's attention. I never broke it down.
"Something wrong?" Chief finally asked me.
"Not going," I said.
"Luna?"
"Yeah. If her people come looking for her, the only chance of finding her is that wreck on the hill. If we travel, she might never get found." He nodded.
"The fish are going to move out to deep water," he said.
"I only have to find enough food for two people," I said. "Not like feeding the whole tribe on what's caught in the tide pools." He grunted and walked off. I realized he wasn't surprised. Well, I never could fool him. That's why he was the Chief.
Luna looked confused on the day everyone walked off into the jungle. They waved, Queli and a few others giving her a hug. Then they were gone.
"Tell?" she asked. Tell me a tale was a common request of the Lore masters. It was what she used to ask for an explanation.
"Winter," I said. I drew a big map on the sand and showed how the Tocanni moved. Plains hunters in winter, shore fishers in summer. They'd be back after the sun stopped moving down low in the sky.
She nodded, then crouched at the shoreline. She drew two figures, one twice as big as the other. "Tell?"
I drew the line of her box, making the sound of fire and crash. At the end I drew the box. I drew Luna. Then I moved some distance off the shore. I drew many, many little figures, making sure they were the same size as Luna's.
She stared for a second and her eyes got drippy. "Happy," she said, though she looked sad. From her, that meant thanks. Or agreement. Or dinner time. I took it as thanks.
Then I made another drawing. At a much larger scale, I explained that I wanted to try sex again, in a different position. She gasped when she understood. Then looked around. When she realized just how alone we were, she smiled.
Then she nodded and stripped off her pants.
Before the others had left, I'd never armed Luna. My best evidence that she wasn't a kid wasn’t something I could share. But once we were alone, I made her a spear.
I started to teach her how to use it. I wasn't really surprised that she was already trained in its use, and in some respects better than me.
In fact, she taught me something new. She carved a stick shaped like a little hand. With that, she could throw her small spear as far as I threw mine. I set to making one more my size, then practiced using it.
But when we weren't hunting or fishing, practicing, or praying to Antwerp or the sun, we spent quite a bit of time being naked.
One day, I had wrapped cord across her back and around her arms, then tied the cord to a hook in the ceiling of my hut.
She dangled there, her waist just about even with my chin, looking at me curiously. I twisted her around and set to exploring. I'd been wanting to probe her since finding out that I was allowed to lick her breasts. Now I spun her around, licking and kissing here and there, trying to find the places she liked and disliked.
Luna squealed every time I changed sides, and shrieked when I let her go. The cord untwisted, spinning her around like a top. I ran my fingers along her sides as it did, gently trailing the tips across her skin.
Then I started all over again. The second time through, though, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my neck, drawing my face in closer. "Start," she ordered and I obediently licked her quiver. I'd never thought of putting anything but my spear into it, but Luna had many imaginative practices. I enjoyed learning them.
To my disappointment, and her rage, we were interrupted just then. A horn sounded from beyond the shore.
"Odd," I said. "Traders. It's not Trader season." They came when the big fish were running and loaded their hulls with the meat. I let her down, handed her a spear and told her to stay.
She nodded and went to peer through the hut walls. I ran out to the water. Old Taff's ship was setting anchor. I stuck my spear in the sand and ran into the breakers.
When I swam up to his hull he hauled me aboard. The first thing I noticed was how tired he looked. Haggard, even. Then I noticed his crew.
Tiny little guys swarmed the ship, although few of them were doing anything productive. They were about the same height as Luna, but they looked very different. Pale skin with many ridges, they almost looked like lizards.
"Taff, what're you doing out here this time of year?" I asked.
"I could ask you the same thing," he said. The smile looked forced. "These men have hired me to find a missing friend of theirs."
"That why they're crewing?"
"Yeah, my sons all married off after my last voyage." Taff had no sons. He was famous for the beauty and number of his daughters. Most of his crew had married into the business. So something was wrong.
I nodded, though, as if what he said made perfect sense. "Even Gaddakk? I thought he'd be a bachelor forever."
"So did he," Taff said. Now his smile relaxed a bit, knowing that I'd caught his message.
"Where did you come across such tiny men? Or are they kids?"
"South Islands," he said. "They managed to cross the ocean but their ship fell apart. They lost a woman. Seen any small girls their size? With lines across her nose?"
"Yeah," I said. I noticed that the tiny crew spun around to watch me. So they all understood me. "Yeah, a little girl in Saffi tribe fell on some rocks, cut her face." I drew a line from my temple to my cheek. "Big scar across her nose. Why?"
The biggest of the tiny men barked something. Taff shrugged. "Not what they're looking for," he said. "Sorry to trouble you."
"Okay. Safe journey. Unless you want to anchor in the lagoon for the night…?"
"No," he said, "we'll be going on." I nodded and dove over the side. By the time I was back to the beach, they were under way again. I walked ashore while they continued along the coast. Straight towards the channel Luna's box had dug across the beach and through the jungle.
I walked to my hut until they were out of sight. Then I ran inside, grabbed three spears and the reach rod. Luna followed as I ran to the jungle path that ran closest to her box's site.
I tried to describe the little men I'd seen. I couldn't figure out how to tell her that they'd killed Taff's crew. She cut me off halfway through the description.
"Carda Seens," she spat. "Danger. Much with danger." I nodded.
Once they saw the site, I figured they'd come back. I expected they'd land a few fighters on the beach to come up behind me when they called me a liar from the boat. I wanted to be ready.
About a third of the way to the box, I found what I wanted. The path ran straight for a ways. If they were in a hurry, they'd have to use this path or the beach. If they were trying to be sneaky, they'd want to avoid the beach. I could see quite a ways along the shore.
So Luna and I hid in the bushes at the turn. We waited. Her patience on a hunt was easily the equal of mine. She sat as still as a carving and stared towards the expected enemy.
It wasn't long before they showed up. Four of them running along in single file. I didn't see any weapons on them, but their eyes flickered like cautious hunters. I got the impression that they thought they were armed.
I set my spear in the rod and charged up out of the brush. The first one shouted at the others as I let it fly. I took the first one in the chest and knocked him back. The stone pitted the second and the third man as well.
The fourth raised a little stick and shot lightning at me. It was weird, it looked like nothing as much as it did the lights we'd seen the night Luna showed up.
I remember thinking it odd that the sky lights would be down here. Lights really belong in the sky. The burst of light seared through the air, just missing me. A blast of heat from its passing brushed my face as I ducked to the ground.
The warrior ran around his dead friends and pointed the stick at me again. I watched as Luna's spear took him in one eye.
We ran to collect our weapons. I yanked mine free and kept an eye on the path for any other short men. She dug out her spear, then cut at her victim's head with the point.
"War trophies?" I muttered, stunned. She grunted and kept at her task. I turned my back on her barbaric practice. "Want?" I asked, kicking one of my kills.
"Not," she said. So I threw the bodies into the brush as far as they'd go.
"Okay, Da'an," she said, suddenly without any accent. "Where do you expect the rest of them to be?"
I turned and stared. She had one of their sticks in her hand. In the other she held a bloody bit of her victim's skull.
"Head bone deposit," she said, waving the bit. "I needed his box of many words."
"Luna, how do you suddenly have full speech?"
She waved the bit again. "His box of many words. Mine was broken when my box of travel came down. "
"That…bloody box…knows how to talk?"
"Yes. It'll even get better at it with time. Look, I will explain everything later. Once we deal with these people from a very distant tribe, we can try to contact the joint project! Now, where are they?"
"Uh…I expect that Taff will be sailing into the lagoon. You…know these people?"
"They're the ones that shot me out of the sky!" she said. I watched her turn and run back down the path towards the village.
"The sky," I muttered as I tossed her kill out of sight. Small scavengers were already sniffing around the bodies. "Out of the sky."
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Taff's boat was heeling around the mouth of the tiny harbor when we got back. We stayed behind the trees as it swept up the channel towards the lagoon.
"How many people of this world are on the floating?" she asked. It was hard to watch her talk. What she said didn't match what I heard. But this wasn't the time to figure that out. I pointed at the edge of the deep water.
"None, now." Taff's keel hit the underwater rocks that protected the lagoon. The boat stopped so suddenly that the mast snapped in half. Every figure on the deck except Taff tumbled forward at the impact. He had expected it and used it to launch himself over the rail. Quick as lightning, he'd disappeared.
A few of the Carda Seens ran to the rail and fired their lightning sticks into the water. From the area they aimed for, I could tell they had no idea what they were dealing with.
"Taff's of the Brosna tribe. They're in the water more than Tocanni are. Old as he is, he's certainly too fast to still be where they're throwing lightning."
"Okay. So now what do we do?" she asked.
"Watch the ship sink." The hole in the hull must have been an impressive one. The ship rolled towards us and spilled Cardas into the water.
One rose to the surface and started to scream commands. Just as he opened his mouth, he was yanked back under. The Cardas swam for his position. A few seconds later, he floated to the surface, bleeding from a nearly severed neck.
"Come on," I said. We jogged to the shore. "Drop your weapons! Walk ashore naked and I won't let him kill you."
One still on the vessel raised his lightning stick. Luna shot her captured stick at him. He disappeared in a bright flash. An outline of his body was burned onto the deck below/behind him.
The rest waded ashore. Taff got a few, but mostly left them alone when they were in the shallows. We ended up with about a dozen prisoners. Taff walked ashore behind them, whipping at them with a length of cable from the wreck.
"You know, you're not supposed to treat prisoners that way," Luna started to say.
"They killed his crew," I said. "He can do whatever he wants to them."
"You said-"
"Yes. I said he won't kill them." I turned and smiled at her, showing all of my teeth. "That would be too easy."
"Um…okay. I can agree with that." I liked the teeth in her smile, too. "But I am not sure we can take care of twelve prisoners."
"You do not have to." We turned to see one of the Cardas step forward. "The joint venture is very close. We were trying to find you, to hold you hostage. Figured they'd give us a box of travel for your safe return."
He handed over a small piece of jewelry. It was the size of, but differently designed than the one Luna prayed to. She took it and tapped it.
"Joint Venture, this is Lunar Gas."
"Gas!" a voice in the air said. "You're alive! I will inform the War Master from a French Province!"
"Thank you, War Leader."
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