Marani A Valkyrian Short by Persephone and Prudence I looked at him and he looked at me. His expression was a blend of apprehension and desire, but I was used to that. He likely saw my mask of indifference and turned away. “Bloody tourists,” I said to the adorable TNG girl trotting at my side as we left the city behind and made our way down the shore. “Bah! I understand tourism is good for business and this is a beautiful place, but I don’t like random males wandering around our sacred land. You’d think what happened last year would convince the other Lawmothers to close the airport once and for all.” The Totally Naked Girl next to me - by Freya’s cats she was delicious to look at - paused and took my hand. She loved my English accent and would probably listen to me talk all day. Instead, I responded by drawing her into a hug and kissing her passionately as our bodies pressed together. She eventually pulled away and looked at me with a quizzical expression. I love Totally Naked Girls. Carefree, sexual, blissfully nude… As a Lawmother I had to wear a scarlet robe of office during official proceedings, but now I wore casual attire which resembled a tuxedo jacket with long tails. It was black, sleeveless, and hung loose from my shoulders, fully lined in red satin and open in the front. As a proud citizen of Valkyria, I would not cover my breasts and I would not cover my pussy, ever, and you will not ask me to. I wore this garment - the only piece of clothing to which I would lay claim - because I had to, not because I wished to. “There was trouble with tourists?” she asked innocently. The uprising had never spread to the small island of Hervör Alvitr where she was from. “Lawmother Marani, what happened?“ "Males from a church – a place where men tell you how to think, and punish you if you think differently than they do – came here to the main island last summer and tried to take over. Males! On Valkyria!” “But there are males on Valkyria, no?” she asked sweetly, “That male over there just now, and others who live here, who do the work. They all have cocks.” “It’s different, sweetness,” I said. I knelt before her and slid my tongue into her sweet Blessing of Womanhood, letting her juice soak my lips. I enjoyed the taste for a moment, the soft curve of her delicious bottom in my hands. A few more choice licks and I stood up, my own pussy soaked. That’s a healthy feeling! “No, our males are sterile and usually non-violent. They work for us because it gives them a sense of purpose. Visiting males, we can’t always trust them. Besides, clothes? Really? They cover their bodies, hide themselves behind fake skin. It’s not natural. I don’t like tourists and I don’t like males I don’t know. Tell me, little flower, how old are you?” “Eighteen,” she replied breathlessly, “not so much younger than you.” “Oh hummingbird,” I said kissing her, letting her taste herself on my mouth, “I may look twenty-one but in real years? I was born in 1926. I’m almost ninety.” “Ninety! How long… how….huh?” Her puzzled expression was so cute. “I thought you said you were from another country? People from other countries get wrinkled,” she wondered aloud. “Like prunes.” “Living here changes everyone, flower. The air and the water have made me healthier now than I ever was back in England. I came here in 1993… to die, I thought. I wanted to die in paradise. Instead, I was reborn. Now I am forever young and strong, just like you….” “But no hair…” my TNG girl observed, a finger on my clit. “No hair, indeed. When you change, all your body hair falls away. Hair on the head, you keep, though men lose any facial hair if they had it. But all your body hair, arms, legs, pussy, that fine downy velvet between your boobs? Gone.” “It’s weird here, isn’t it?” she supposed with a shy smile. I could see she still didn’t understand me, but it didn’t matter. We had work to do. “The reason I wanted you to come along with me, little flower, is to help me investigate an old encampment just outside Freyja. At night small boats would put in along the coast and the Sword would smuggle supplies and equipment…” "Sword? As in weapon?” “The Sword of Heaven. It’s what the men from the church called themselves. During the fighting one of them told me it’s a euphemism for cock. ‘My cock is my weapon!’ Asshole,” I sneered. “They left some old camps when we drove them away, and this time instead of relying on GERTH agents I’m going to see to it personally that they’re cleaned out.” "Was it scary? Fighting Swords?” “Annoying as fuck, I’ll give you that,” I admitted. “It only deepened my distrust of males. And tourists. But, we still need them. So I’ve recruited two of ourmales to help us carry what we find. They should be… Aha!” I stood up on the dune and waved to two naked males. They were both tanned, fit, nude, hairless on the body, and erect. Between them they carried two long poles and a canvas stretcher. “Mani, Loran, there you are! Good, let’s go clear a Sword camp.” My little plaything’s eyes were transfixed on Loran’s huge cock, and she licked her lips. “Easy, flower,” I cautioned, “we need them both pumped. That cock? It’s like a gas gauge on a car. Full cock is full energy. Empty cock is no energy. Actually, they could use a little more… cocks are funny things.” "But Lawmother, I need to cum…” Mani protested, “I’m so hard…” “Good,” I replied, “and you’ll stay that way. Do you think you should be bound?” “Whatever Lawmother decides…” “I know what to do,” I said. “Flower, some rope please.” My adorable little Totally Naked Girl handed me a length of rope and I bound Mani’s wrists to the front ends of the stretcher poles, and Loran’s to the back. “There! Now you can’t stroke your cock and waste your cum. A hard male is a healthy male. Come along!” I jogged on ahead, my TNG girl keeping pace with the males. Eventually we came to a small cave behind a row of trees. “Wait here,” I said, “I’ll go in first. Flower, you wait here as well. No fucking the males.” I ducked into the small cave. Inside was a fire pit, two bedrolls, a jumble of clothes and guns, and a couple of old books. I ducked out again with an armload of guns and clothes that smelled faintly of old sweat, mildew and semen. Mani and Loran were there, obedient males, but my TNG girl had vanished. “Where’s my hummingbird?” I asked. “She went to get water,” Loran replied. I loaded my bundle onto the stretcher as my TNG girl returned with a jug of water and a cup, and let the males drink. They enjoyed eyeing her body while they did, and I couldn’t blame them. “There’s a fire pit inside, little bird. Can you break it down and bring everything out?” She nodded and ducked into the cave as I began dismantling the guns. A moment later she was back out, pale as a ghost. “M-m-m-m–” she stammered, pointing into the cave. I ducked in and looked at the fire pit more carefully. There was a hole, a wooden frame over it, fuel nearby, and… bones that had been chewed on. My adorable naked toy was pointing at the bones. “Yes. Yes they did, little flower.” I took her in my arms and held her while her body shook with grief. “They……ate? Ate meat? Animals?!” I gently kissed her lips and breathed softly as I kissed my way down her body, until I was teasing and exploring her pussy, bringing her to a delicious orgasm, which did relax her. “I’m sorry you had to see that, little flower, I said, "Yes, they eat – ate – flesh. The Sword knew our food and water change them, and must have smuggled meat when…” I tried to say more, but my little naked beauty had returned the favor my my affection, and I lost the ability to speak. After a while we bagged up the rest of the camp and ventured back outside. The males were there, still handcuffed to the stretcher, still blazingly erect, and Loran looked like he was about to cry from tension. “Okay, okay,” I said, “Here, my flower, these males need to release their passion. They’re not touching me but do you want them?” “Um, yes?” she said meekly, eyeing Mani’s massive cock. I untied their wrists, dropping the stretcher, and my little nude beauty fell to her knees, sucking Mani’s cock into her mouth. She worked at his cock while Loran stroked his and came around behind her, and thrust himself between her legs. The three of them writhed and groaned together like a six-legged sex monster, until they found their fulfillment. Mani’s cock sprayed cum all over my TNG girl’s face and into her mouth, while Loran painted her backside. Cum. Male cum. In your mouth. Ewww, ye goddesses, as bad as eating meat. Others may consider semen a delicacy, but not this lady. So now that we had the camp supplies on a broken stretcher and the stretcher had four flat tires and I was not letting my little naked bird touch me with semen on her lips, I thought the best option was to all go swimming. I met a trio of TNG girls – a 3NG – and happily fucked them all, so the day was not a total loss. Valkyria. It’s weird here, but it’s home. Back to The New Valkyria