Pearl Part 2 of 3 A Valkyrian Story by Persephone and Prudence Edward's heart leapt at Utte's words and he tried to signal his desire by increasing the urgency of his massage, while Connie continued her interrogation. “But pretty much everyone we've seen since we got here has been naked,” Connie said to Utte. “What makes you 'Totally Naked Girls' so different from, say, the naked hotel clerk or the naked man at that funny coffee shop? Doesn't everyone do orgone?” Connie's voice was becoming sharp, and Edward could tell she was trying to draw Utte into an argument. "The Totally Naked Girls, when we take a vow of... poverty, if you like? It changes us. It's hard to explain unless you feel it. We are a sisterhood, and we can feel the, the vibration. Show me ten naked Valkyrian women, I can see who’s a TNG and who is not. We have a... a glow. We are even more receptive to orgone than other women. As Totally Naked Girls we both give and receive. I don't know if that makes sense?" Edward squeezed Utte gently, but Connie just grunted. Svenska, usually a very animated person, seemed unsure what to do with her hands, she didn't want to put them around this rude, indecently dressed woman. They rode on in silence awhile, Connie lost in thought, Edward basking in his increased libido and the feel of Utte's incredible naked body so responsive to his touch. "So I assume..." Connie started, and paused, "with so much sex, you use protection?" Svenska seemed puzzled, so Utte briefly translated for her and Svenska laughed, a lyrical, gossamer sound. "No, Mrs. Connie! Never the rubber. That would be a disrespect, and stop orgone! We never do this thing – naked is naked." "Then, surely with so much sex and no protection, you must all be constantly pregnant?" "Oh, it is not. The men born here, are... what’s the word? Sterile? When we hear Call of Motherhood and feel the need to bear child, we must take a partner from beyond the islands." "Then surely everyone here is only half Valkyrian, right?" "Well, you're close to the truth," Utte admitted. "Which brings me to the second point of why the Totally Naked Girls are so important." "That name, though..." Edward interjected, talking through the aromatic halo of Utte's hair, "That's the best name you could come up with? Not 'Orgone Sisters' or something? Totally Naked Girls sounds like a name a band promoter or a website developer would think up." "It serves two purposes, our name. One, it defines us. Two, it defuses any threat. If we went around calling ourselves 'Orgone Transducer Girls' or 'Sexual Energy Matrix Girls' we’d attract the wrong kind of attention from outsiders. By using the non-threatening, quaint name of Totally Naked Girls, strangers regard us as simply window dressing and eye candy, and leave us alone. Which is what we want. Except for the fucking." "Always looking for the fucking," Svenska said lightly, and Utte chuckled. "See? Deflection. She comes across as a pretty, somewhat vapid slut, which is fine. No, among the TNG girls – and we do have another name for ourselves, which I won't tell you – we know Svenska to be a powerful force, old and wise… and devoted to our cause." Utte paused and halted the horse on her trek; the other horse stopped and began snuffling grass. "Old?" Connie asked. "She looks about nineteen." "When I am born," Svenska said, "Christopher Columbus is not yet on the boat." There was a pause as Connie and Edward took that in. "I am telling you all this about us," Utte said, "because I think I can trust you, and because I want you to understand. Have you heard the legend of the Valkyries?" "Oh, yes," Connie said easily, "maidens who flew over the battlefield and took the best warriors to Valhalla." "Something like that," Utte agreed, “and the epic heroes like Beowulf and Sigurd, what made them so powerful? They had more orgone energy than ordinary men. Imagine then how much stronger the Thuleans were – a race whose power level would be at least ten-thousand times higher than the greatest mortal warriors?” To illustrate her point, Utte made a fist and flexed her arm. Svenska giggled at her friend’s mock show of strength. “You make it sound like Thuleans weren’t even human,” Edward remarked from behind her. “They’re not, but they escaped the sundering of Thule by hiding themselves across the world, scattering themselves like seeds to grow in the wombs of mortal women. Many are unaware of who they are.” “They live a life of the unknowing,” Svenska added solemnly. “It’s our duty to seek them out, to unite them,” Utte declared. “We are the new Valkyrja, except instead of choosing the slain we’re choosing life. We’re bringing our people back from extinction.” Having finished her lesson, she flicked the reins and leaped nimbly from the horse. Svenska climbed off Connie's horse with ease, and seemed relieved to be away from the clothed woman. Edward and Connie exchanged a glance, and both shrugged. Svenska approached Edward with a delicate hand extended, and climbed easily onto the saddle where Utte had just been. Edward saw his dark-haired friend climb up to sit in front of Connie and take the reins, and Svenska gave her reins a brief flick. The horses resumed their easy pace south along the footpath. "I wanted to be close to you," Svenska said in a conspiratorial whisper. "I do not so much like the clothed woman yet." Edward nodded against her back, in awe of her supple skin and tender breasts. He tentatively slid a hand around her belly, and Svenska leaned back as Utte had done. She slightly adjusted her position on the saddle and slid Edward's hand down to her smooth pussy. He felt her moist labia and slid two fingers into her. Svenska breathed out a contended sigh and settled back against him, her legs slightly apart. Where Utte had been a sensual, evocative princess, this girl was sexual, erotic queen. Just her presence next to him had his cock blazingly erect, desperate for attention. She eased her weight against him and slid his other hand over her breast as Utte had done, to tease and stimulate her nipple. He felt something warm and wet, and realized she was lactating under his touch, milk flowing from her nipples. "Let it go," she said huskily, "my milk means I am healthy." Edward looked over at Utte and Connie, and grinned slyly at the sight. Connie was the one now who didn't know what to do with her hands, so she had them clamped to Utte's bare hips. "So, you said you wanted to go to a healing spring tomorrow?" Utte asked. "We can take you to one now! My favorite one – it's secluded, and I guarantee you can't find it by yourself. It's not far. Yes?" "Yes!" Edward blurted out, a little too enthusiastically. Connie gave him a silent look, then nodded. "Yes, Utte, that would be fine," she said curtly. Utte flicked the reins and the horses slightly picked up their pace. "So let me see if I got this straight. You bring people that you think used to be prehistoric demigods in a past life to these islands, and then use sex to share your orgone with them. Is that it?" Connie asked with a smirk. "Essentially," Utte replied. "And what about women?" Edward asked, his pulse racing. Ye gods, he wanted to fuck both naked girls. "Oh, that's even better. When a Thulean female steps upon our shores, her body is automatically re-energized… female bodies are so receptive to orgone energy that something dormant in our blood awakens just by coming here.” "So you were a Thulean, then?" Connie asked, still skeptical. "I was, and I will be again. After only a week here, my seizures stopped, I stopped aging, and my body hair vanished." "Do they all become Totally Naked Girls?" Edward asked. He was so aroused, speech was almost as difficult as remaining dressed. "Some do, yes. Most assume other roles depending on how high their energy level is, and everyone accumulates orgone at her own speed. For example, Svenska’s friend Nikki came from Florida back in the late ‘50s, but she works as a custodian. Her power level is still really low. By contrast there’s a British girl named Marani who came to Valkyria after I did but she leveled up so quickly that she’s now a Lawmother." "What about the men?” Connie asked. “They become immortal too, right?" “Yes, but not like us,” Svenska answered, choosing her words carefully. “The body of Thulean man, it does not hold as much orgone energy. They hear the call, go up mountain, and turn blue sooner than girls.” “Hold on. Did you say they go up a mountain and turn blue?” Connie repeated while arching an eyebrow in disbelief. “The skin,” Svenska clarified while motioning across her bare body. “The hair too. All of it blue, like orgone is blue.” “Of course,” Connie said in a patronizing tone of voice, as if she were humoring a small child or a madwoman. “And here I thought blue people lived in tiny little mushroom houses.” Svenska was completely unfamiliar with Belgian cartoon characters and laughed at what she innocently took as silliness, but Utte knew Connie’s ridicule for what it was. Annoyed, she abruptly ended the conversation by nudging the horse and flicking its reins. Together the horses and their riders headed down into a crack in the earth - it looked like giant hands had reached down and literally pulled the earth apart. The horses descended into the ravine, a spiral downward path. It came to a sand-floored cave, forty feet across, with sunlight venturing in through cracks in the cave ceiling. In the center of the cave was a round pool, twenty feet across that softly steamed and gave off a scent of salt and rose petals. Utte dismounted and held her hand out for Svenska. Whether it was actually needed or a show of respect, Edward didn't know. The two naked girls held hands and approached the water. Svenska stepped in first, immersed herself and resurfaced, while Utte knelt by the water's edge. Svenska said something quietly and poured a handful of water over Utte's bowed head. She stood, kissed Svenska and waded in.  Then they both turned, and motioned to the visitors to join them. Edward needed no further coaxing; he quickly stripped naked, eager to be nude in the presence of these beautiful girls. Finally freed, his cock sprung up firm and proud – he hadn't been this aroused since he was a teenager. He ignored his belly flab and greying chest hair, focusing on his pronounced erection, and walked on slightly giddy knees toward the hot spring. The two girls, young, beautiful, erotic and deliciously naked, saw him and cheered. Svenska clapped her hands and danced on the balls of her feet, her face the eager smile of a young girl. They ran to him and took him by the hands and helped him into the water. As soon as he touched the mineral-rich, naturally heated water he felt revitalized, and when his cock and scrotum went under, he felt like an invincible, virile teenage superhero. He ducked his head under and came up, to see Utte and Svenska kissing like lovers. His cock jumped at the sight and he waded over, eager as a schoolboy. He happened to glance up and see Connie, standing alone next to her horse, looking at once irritated and dumbfounded. She was glaring at nothing, staring into the water. A pang of guilt washed over him and Edward waded out of the spring to see to his wife, steam rising from his body. She stared at him with an emotionless face for a moment, then shrugged and started undressing. He didn't know if she was mad at him and would rebuke his help, or if she would appreciate his remembering her presence. He opted to take her clothes as she removed them to set them neatly aside, and soon she was as naked as the girls. Compared to Utte and Svenska, Connie had the body of an older woman – sagging breasts, belly flab, stretch marks, and varicose veins. She had been gorgeous once, he remembered, and in his aroused state he again saw her allure. Connie felt relieved to be as naked as everyone else, and walked to the edge of water. Without knowing why, she knelt at the edge of the hot spring, bowed her head and waited instinctively. Svenka broke away from Utte's kiss, waded over to Connie and poured water over her head, then took both her hands, stood up with her and drew her into the steaming hot spring. As Connie's head submerged below the water, Edward felt Utte's hands on his body, fingers sliding down his torso to gently wrap around his cock. She walked with him into the water, drew him into an embrace and kissed him lovingly, a lingering, passionate kiss while her hand stroked his hard, erect rod. She slowly kissed her way down his body, letting her lactating nipples rub gently against him. With a soft purr she drew him into her mouth, her tongue working magic in his body. He hadn't been this hard, or this eager, in over ten years and held her head as she sucked his cock. Utte eventually rose again to face him, her lips on his. "Take me," she whispered into his mouth, "fuck me... please, please fuck me..." Back to Part 1 | Continue to Part 3 Back to The New Valkyria