Pearl Part 1 of 3 A Valkyrian Story by Persephone and Prudence Two tourists on horseback made their way along a precarious rocky coastline path. The horses knew their human riders were inexperienced so they moved carefully, stepping easily long the path without jostling them. Edward Bloss looked down at the reins laying slack in his hands, and wondered if he even needed them – the horses were slow and patient, they understood his inexperience. He glanced over at his wife Connie, riding on her horse, and wondered at her conviction to this vacation. Edward and Connie Bloss were both in their late fifties, a normal middle-income couple from Illinois. She had begun complaining about her joints a few years ago, and he was concerned with his liver and his blood pressure, so when they received a travel magazine extolling Valkyria's healing hot springs, they invested in a five day vacation to the strange archipelago. At first Edward was skeptical and dismissive of the trip. Then Connie showed him the magazine. Welcome to Valkyria, it exclaimed on the cover. In it were pictures of what looked to be tropical island landscapes, waterfalls and hot springs, but Edward couldn't help notice that in all the pictures he saw dozens of women who were young, beautiful, and absolutely, totally naked. He became suddenly enthusiastic. Connie was going for the healing springs, and he was going for the sightseeing. Sure enough, when they arrived by ferry from Iceland, at least nine out of every ten people they met were beautiful women, from the dockworkers to the travel agent to the hotel staff in the seaside town of Fimafeng… and every single one of them was nude. Edward loved the views and delighted in the fact that everyone was naked, friendly, and outgoing. He secretly worried that Connie would change her mind and cancel the trip because of all the nudity or that she would tell him not to stare, but she seemed oblivious to her husband being surrounded by an endless stream of gorgeous, totally naked women. They'd rented a room and scheduled massages and day trips, and now they found themselves on horseback, exploring the rocky northern coastline of Brynhildr Island. Tomorrow they were supposed to find an escort to take them to a secluded, healing hot spring. The idea of being in a secluded pool with a naked Valkyrian beauty – who'd doubtless want him to undress as well – made his libido stand up and take notice. Connie sat alert on her horse, and Edward noticed how odd it seemed for her to be fully dressed. Or dressed at all. She had her bulky cargo shorts, shirt, sweater, jacket, socks, boots, headband... it suddenly all seemed so superfluous. He looked at her face as they trotted along – she always wore what had been described as a slightly dismissive sneer, but Edward knew she didn't express an opinion on anything until two or three days after the fact. It was a trait that sometimes made her hard to read. Their trek took them down to the water's edge, to what should be the freezing North Atlantic Ocean, but this was Valkyria and despite Edward’s skepticism when he found out where the archipelago was located, Brynhildr Island really was a tropical paradise. Granted, here on the northern coast the water was cool, and there was a chill in the air, but it wasn't biting cold. Connie looked at her watch, gazed briefly at the horizon and then turned to Edward. "It's only going to get colder, Ed. We should head back. I think the horses know the way." Edward grunted something in agreement and looked down to see if his horse heard that. The mare apparently hadn't, so he gave the reins a brief flick and urged her to turn with a slight tug. She responded accurately, turned and began the slow trek back to Fimafeng. Edward was more interested in returning to town anyway; they hadn't seen anyone else for at least an hour and he wanted to enjoy the sight of more gorgeous naked Valkyrian women. Even in his late fifties, he had desires and his cock hadn't been this alert and erect in a while. "Look, hon," Connie said, pulling him out of his reverie, "there's two people walking on the beach. We're a long way from anywhere – should we give them a ride?" Edward looked down and saw two girls, maybe in their late teens, both springtime gorgeous and completely naked, walking hand in hand along the beach toward them. "Give them a ride how?" "On horseback, dummy. On behind me, one behind you." Edward suddenly relished the idea of a naked beauty rubbing against him, and voiced what he hoped was a quiet and reserved agreement. They turned and headed toward the young couple who looked up as they approached. "Hey!" Connie called out, "we're heading back up to Fingaf – Fimafeng!" she fumbled briefly over the name. "Can we give you a lift? It's a long way to walk." The two girls both stared hard at the couple, looked at each other, and exchanged a quick word before trotting over. The older-looking of the pair had long, sandy blonde hair, an elegant profile and small, uplifted breasts. Her smooth pussy was flared, moist and willing, and Edward had to pull his attention away from it. The other, slightly shorter girl had mousy brown hair, larger breasts but a slender figure, and a face that smiled easily. "’Allo," the brown haired girl said, "my name is Utte and this is Svenska. We'd love to ride you. Um, ride with you. Thank you!" "My name is Connie Bloss, this is Edward." Connie shifted forward on her saddle and Svenska easily climbed up behind her, perched on the low saddle, and adjusted her weight. Edward shifted forward for Utte, but the brown haired beauty motioned for him to slide back. He obliged, and she nimbly climbed up to sit on the saddle before him, her naked back pressed against his chest. Edward smelled lavender and hibiscus fragrance in her hair, and his cock lurched like an eager puppy. "You are visiting Valkyria for the first time, yes?" Svenska asked politely. "We think you have too much the clothes." "Like... any?" Edward asked cheekily, and Svenska nodded. "Like any," she replied easily with a nod. "Skin is the only clothe – clothing – we need. It is seen to be rude to cover our breasts, our, what is word, womanhood?" Edward felt Utte shift slightly in the saddle. Without a word, she gently moved his hand, drawing his arm around her and placing his fingers on her pussy. He flinched at first, surprised by the sudden familiarity. But she set his fingers back on her pussy and gently urged one inside her. He let two fingers probe her delicate pussy, and the naked beauty leaned her weight back against him. He swore he could tell that she was smiling though he couldn't see her face, and his cock was pulsing with an urgent erection. He suddenly felt like a naughty teenager, fingering his date in the back seat of his parent's car and praying Dad didn't turn around to see. He let his fingers explore her pussy, wishing there was some way he could tell her how much he desired her. She turned her head just slightly and he saw her profile, a young, delicate face silhouetted against the sea. "That's nice," Utte whispered to Edward, "more of that, yes. Don't be shy." She took the reins in one hand, then drew his other hand up and placed it over her breast, letting his fingers caress her nipple. She let out a pleasant sigh and his cock wanted to burst. Her weight settled comfortably against his felt at once scandalous and reassuring. He didn't know if Connie knew where his hands were, and part of him didn't care. Edward deeply, desperately wanted to lay this girl on the soft grass and fuck her like a hormonally rampant seventeen year old. "So I wanted to ask one of you," Connie said casually, "I heard a couple at that funny coffee shop in Fimafeng talking about Totally Naked Girls, like it's a rank or something. I can see that you’re both naked. This is like a nudist paradise, but what makes it special?" "Utte and I," Svenska answered in her Valkyrian lilting accent, "are both Totally Naked Girls. We are not just naked of the body, but of... life? It is philosophy. We have taken vow, like vow of poverty but is vow of... naked. We are free, we have no bind, binding." "So you're free of, what, responsibility?" Connie asked. Edward was half listening to the conversation and he half wanted to strip naked for his illicit playmate. "Have you heard of Jainism? Hindu philosophy," Utte said. She moved slightly to speak, and Edward's fingernail scraped across her clit. He felt her clench ever so slightly, but her voice betrayed nothing. "Jainism. They give up clothing, house, job, possessions. Jainists beg for food, to have food placed in one hand only. We are like that, sort of, we have no clothes, no money, no job, no house. Some Totally Naked Girls even give up their name. My name is Utte. One name only. Svenska is Svenska, only." "You have no job, no home, and no family?" Connie asked, "Did your family kick you out?" "Oh, not at all. I came here voluntarily, several years ago. Svenska was born here." "Oh, you're not a native Valkyrian?" Edward asked, trying to keep his voice level. "No. I came here in the ‘80s, and never left." "Oh? Can I ask... wait, the ‘80s? That was thirty years ago! How...?" "I know. It's okay. I should tell you though, and Svenska will agree. Most TNG girls take a vow and don't like talking about their former lives, and it's impolite to ask. I will, but only because I brought it up." She settled onto the saddle and placed her hand over Edward's, on her pussy. She didn't remove his hand, just held it steady. "My name was Stacey Nichols. I was born in California, in 1935. I… yes, I am. But I had a bad accident and a skull fracture when I was 30. In the 1970s I started having strokes and seizures, and by 1982 I could barely function. A friend recommended Valkyria's healing springs. I came, I saw, I became healed and Utte was born. Stacey ‘legally’ died in 1991, she has a cremation urn and everything – she no longer exists." "So you have a family?" Connie asked. "Not any more... I had a brother and an ex, I outlived them. No kids." "So you just..." Connie paused, her face in a pinched scowl. Edward knew that look, she was trying to find something negative to say. "You live like a bunch of naked hippies, relying on other people's generosity? You're just a bunch of... freeloaders, is that it?" Edward gently tightened his arm around Utte in what he hoped was an apologetic squeeze. She leaned against him, looked up and smiled. Her hand holding his over her pussy gave a gentle squeeze and he resumed his massage of this beautiful girl's intimacy. "Not freeloaders," Svenska said with a crisp tone. "The Totally Naked Girls all serve a vital purpose is for Valkyria. Have you heard of orgone before?" "Orgone, is that some kind of gas?" "Orgone, it is like energy. It is... okay, I tell you. Have you heard the idea that all people are like batteries?" "Electrochemical conductors," Edward offered. Secretly he wanted the girls to prove Connie wrong. "Yes, is that. Now, orgone is in all living things. It's a…" Svenska paused and turned to Utte for help. “Orgone is a universal esoteric energy force," Utte said with ease, "that radiates through all living matter.  Wilhelm Reich proposed the concept of orgone in the 1930s, but the scientific community shut him down, but he was genuinely on to something. The islands of Valkyria sit on a volcanic ridge, which provides geothermic heat to the area and affects local weather patterns...” “And long ago it was all one big island,” Svenska interjected. “Thule.” “Truly?” Connie mistakenly repeated, unsure of what Svenska had said. “No, no, Thule,” Svenska said more slowly this time, emphasizing both syllables and pronouncing it too-lee. “Thule was saturated with orgone energy,” Utte explained, “and this is important, because orgone is what makes the islands so special. We, the Totally Naked Girls, we have no job, no home, no clothes, no money, no possessions. What we do have is a vital function for Valkyria. Svenska mentioned the concept of the human body as an electrochemical battery, right? Well, we Totally Naked Girls receive orgone through our bare skin, amplify it via sexual ecstasy and orgasm – adrenaline and endorphins – and send it out. TNG girls are a living network of orgone accumulators and transmitters. Our nudity enhances this vital work, and our sex – oh, we have a LOT of sex – accelerates and broadcasts it." "How much sex?" Edward asked into Utte's hair. His cock hadn't been this hard since he was a young man, and he was begging any excuse to strip naked, to feel his cock fucking her. "Svenska," Utte asked, "how many lovers have you had today?" "Including you? Um..." Svenska quietly counted off on her fingers. "Eleven?" "You've had sex eleven times, just today?" Connie asked with incredulity. "Hmm? No, eleven lovers. How many sex, orgasm? Twenty?" "How about you?" Edward asked quietly. Utte leaned back and turned her head to whisper into his ear. "Three men, four women. I want you next." She reached back between them and felt for his cock, which leapt to her attention. "So do you, I think. I like a responsive lover." Continue to Part 2 Back to The New Valkyria