The Naked Countess II Ch. 01

It was only a month after Eleonora's last trip to Earth, yet it already began changing Earthian-Sanflarian relations for the better. After the smoke cleared and the treacherous baron was executed for his crimes, Kir'ador found itself on the verge of new opportunities both at home and in the other world. Leo's naked adventure became a popular story in both universes, causing interest in cooperation to grow to unseen heights. It resonated in different social circles, paving a path to new business deals and joint initiatives.

People told stories about the brave countess, sought interviews with her, and even created artwork based on her voyage to Vegas, building new cultural bridges between nations. The countess enjoyed looking at Sanflarian paintings depicting her in the different reality, sometimes blushing when she saw how much heroism and bravery they put into her stature. She also saw plenty of Earthian artwork through her contact with Arnold. That field was quite different, mainly because it focused more on the fitness of her body than her spirit. Sometimes very directly.

Still, it was nice to look at the aliens demonstrating appreciation in their own way. Besides, the countess couldn't lie to herself: she loved how hot she looked on those arts, sometimes letting herself a bit of self-admiration. After all, just like enjoying nudity, it was a natural part of being a woman, and Leo was content with it as long as it didn't lead her off the righteous path.

Lately, however, the countess didn't have much time to herself, as she was preparing for another important mission--the one her parents knew about this time. While Leo's last visit turned out to be a success, it was merely a stepping stone that should've been used to facilitate further contacts for the good of Kir'ador and Sanflaria as a whole. Leo's parents realized this immediately and thus prepared her to be a part of a delegation that will be meeting with several wealthy Earthian investors.

They were interested in paying for a multi-part documentary about Sanflarian life and customs, which would've become the first joint media project between the nations. Of course, Leo understood that her people couldn't skip over this opportunity to promote their culture and create new contacts, so she got to work. That's why she was on this hill today, surrounded by books and her own notes, accompanied by illustrations made with her painting supplies.

The gentle sunrays illuminated the pages but could hardly reach the countess herself, as she was protected by the vast, lush forest around her. Its trees were giant, akin to colossuses watching over the little creatures below through their rainbow-colored crowns. The bushes and vines accompanying them stretched all the way down the mountain and to the river running below, overlooking distant villages and stonepeaks. Leo liked this clearing, feeling nature envelop her whole as she sat here in her birthday suit, her golden mane caressed by the wind.

The rustling of leaves and singing of birds calmed the girl down, while a warm, mossy stone served as a pillow for her bare backside. Occasionally, there'd be a splash of water or a yell coming from below, where naked village gals and their swimsuit-clad boyfriends dove into the chilly river. Other than that, it was quiet. Except for some odd rustling and creaking coming from behind.

The countess turned around, trying her best not to show irritation. After all, it might've been an animal or a tree getting bent by the gusts of wind. Not finding anyone around her except for a wildcat, Leo turned back to reading. However, it didn't last long, as soon as the countess heard somebody's playful voice calling from above. Before she knew it, she was pinned to the ground with a loud thud, while a pair of strong arms covered her eyes.

"Guess who!" someone sang in a cheerful voice.

Before the visitor could get a reply, Leo threw her leg forward and instantly turned around, tossing her to the ground and locking a hold of her own. The blonde was right to prepare for this attack: in front of her was a large, athletic woman in her early twenties. She had broad shoulders, visibly muscular physique, and well-defined, volumptious feminine curves--a blend that made her perfect in both making men turn their heads and, if need be, snapping their necks herself.

The sight was truly imposing, at least up until one took a look at the girl's face. Then this first impression of a strong, dangerous woman crumbled and shattered. Partially due to the pink hair with childish pigtails, partially due to her silly make-up with excessive eyeliner, but most of all, because of the incredibly naïve face of hers with a gaze that could belong to a golden retriever. This mixture of a strong warrior and a cutie straight from a teenager's dreams was an odd sight, but Leo got used to it. She knew this girl as her friend and one of the most fun people to be around, even if she wasn't one of the smartest.

"Lala, I knew it was you before you even climbed that slope to my left!" the blonde exclaimed while the pink-haired girl struggled in her grasp.

"But how?!"

"You've snickered so much coming back that you probably scared off all the wildlife!"

"Rats! I guess I'll have to do it like in the good-ol' times then."

Before Leo could react, the pink-haired girl lunged upwards and counterattacked, grabbing the blonde's hand. In a second, she was already twisting Leo's arm while her face was in the dirt, producing muffled swearing. The countess didn't leave it be and drew her leg right into Lala's chest, hitting her boobs like a harsh BDSM master. As Lala gasped, the countess enveloped her long, beautiful legs around the girl's chest and spun them, landing her backside right on Lala's face.

"Wowie, a new techni..." Lala didn't finish her sentence because her mouth suddenly got blocked by Leo's tight, shaven vulva.

"Now that will at least make your tongue useful!" the blonde exclaimed victoriously, but only heard new laughs coming from under her privates.

In the heat of the moment, Leo didn't notice that Lala changed position and threw her leg up to align it with the blonde's face. Then the pink-haired gal made both of them jump with sheer strength and shoved her dirty, bare foot right into her noblewoman's mouth. Leo coughed from this dirty move, but managed to dodge the next strike and locked herself in the struggle with the muscular girl.

The two tussled and turned, their bodies rubbing against each other and the ground below them, making their skin dirty with mud and grass. Finally, there was an opening for Leo to strike, but suddenly she felt a sweep under her legs and fell down, right into Lala's malicious hugs. The pink-haired girl quickly got behind her, painfully twisting her leg, and did a stern facelock, making Leo's back bend from the pressure.

"Ouch, ouch! Please, not this move, no, I hurt my back really bad today, please!"

"Oh?" the excitement quickly evaporated from Lala's eyes; instead, an understanding with a hint of sadness engulfed her entire face. "I'm sorry, I didn't know!"

As soon as Lala released the hold, the blonde capitalized on it. A couple swift moves was all it took to bring the surprised athlete down in front of Leo, with her ankle right in her hands.

"And now... the most painful move of all!"

Lala wondered what this could've meant. Was she going to break her leg for sneaking up on her? Or, maybe, move herself forward and do something sinister with her large, alluring butt? But the reality was worse than all of those assumptions combined: Leo grinned with pure malice and began tickling her friend so hard she couldn't contain her laughter.

"O-ho-ho! Please, no! Ho-ho-ho! You tricked me! A-ha-ha-ha, no! Okay, okay, I give! I surrender, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Lala's voice echoed through the woods, scaring some of the swimmers away from the nearby river.

In a minute, both women were sitting on the moss-covered stone, naked and dirty, but with huge smiles on their faces. Their joke fights never got old, and each time Leo felt like there was something she could learn. After all, Lala's background in windstriking was even greater than her own.

"I see manipulation is still your main weakness. Outside of tickling, that is," Leo sighed, sharing her waterskin with the newly arrived friend.

Lala shrugged with an innocent look in her eyes, unable to stop giggling.

"Well, at least I made you use it less than five minutes in. Didn't expect you to get so desperate so quickly!"

The blonde stuck out her tongue, humbled by this witty response.

"Well, I didn't have time to train more," she finally added, "all this learning has been making my head spin for two weeks now."

The pink-haired girl looked at the books as she finished drinking, her gaze filled with a mixture of curiosity and sympathy for the blonde. There were stacks of them, arranged on a tablecloth Leo brought from the castle. Lala's eyes wandered across the large tomes and small magazines, pictures, and paragraphs, as well as the countess' notes, which could've probably been made into a book themselves.

"Interesting. All of that is about the deal?" the pink-haired girl grabbed one of the magazines and began looking at photos of actors and shooting sets.

Unfortunately, she didn't know enough of English--or any other Earthian language for that matter--to read the words.

"Yeah. Mom thinks that to truly make sense of what we'll be talking about, I need to grasp how locals approach filmmaking. Such a bore."

"Aren't they all super obsessed with us being naked? Just shake your tits in front of them and it'll be done!" Lala said, grabbing Eleonora's breasts and moving them from side to side with her firm grip. "Wo-o-o, we're Eleonora's tits, do as we say, wo-o-o!"

Leo barely contained her laughter and pushed her buddy away, trying her best to not lose her learning mood completely.

"I told mom the same thing. She said it's not going to be enough; those fat cats probably saw hundreds of tits during their lifetime. Besides, knowledge will let me understand whether they try to deceive us."

The pink-haired girl agreed mostly since she trusted the countess and didn't question her words.

"I'm sure you'll talk them into everything you need. Oh, how I wish I could go with you. It's so boring in the castle while you're not around. Others members of your family don't make my serving duties nearly as fun!" Lala humphed like a child who was excluded from a family trip for bad behavior.

The blonde gave her friend supportive headpats, her eyes full of sympathy.

"I still don't understand why you wanna go to Earth that much. I already told you how hard it is to breathe in there, how uncultured some of the people are, and how everyone gawks at you like you're an alien... Uh, I meant as if you look like an alien. I mean, I don't mind it personally, it's actually quite charming, but some girls felt the attention to be a bit overbearing."

"Oh, I remember. But no worries, my lady, I'm fully prepared for spreading our naked lifestyle to any aliens out there, regardless of how many textile barriers we'll have to break on our way!" Lala saluted in her jest but then frowned. "Well, at least I'd be ready if it mattered."

Indeed, Leo shouldn't have even brought that last point up; this gal was surely not the one to fear attention.

"Hey, don't you dare to give up! I'm sure my father will let you go somehow. I'll ask him, promise."

As soon as Leo was about to return to her studies, she heard the sound of a large pair of legs running towards her. A horse-sized white bird with a colorful head and a blunt beak was quickly approaching the clearing, its clawed legs easily jumping over stones and other obstacles. Leo guessed it was a zorrith pretty quickly, but whether it was tamed remained to be seen, as a wild one could've been trouble. Thankfully, both girls quickly noticed a saddle on the zorrith's back and a well-dressed man atop it.

"Lady Eleonora, your father wishes to see you in the gardens. He says it concerns your future mission," he declared with a respectful bow.

Leo and Lala looked at each other in surprise. The countess didn't know what to expect from this meeting, but the Liege must've had his reasons, so the duo got up and headed straight to the castle. But only after they descended into the river through the rocky pathway to wash the dirt off themselves, charming the local villagers with their barefoot climbing skills. The road through the woods was quick, leading them back to Leo's dwelling in mere minutes and letting their feet rest a bit when the ground below them turned into smooth pavement.

It was a large, mighty castle, its skyscraping fire-colored domes towering above the peaks and forests around it. The building looked as if it merged with the nearby rocks and grew right out of it onto the nearby hill. It wasn't that far from truth, as Tyriar's residence was built and expanded through the centuries, starting from a simple cave in which the first Kiradorian settlers hid from the harsh weather and predators.

They stepped through the courtyard and into the lush gardens, rich with both smells and colors. Gardeners in workwear and female servants clad only in sandals waved and bowed to the countess as she went by, making her repeat "no need to bow" for the 10th time today. Tyriar was waiting in the garden's center, sitting in front of a large fountain with sculptures made from yellow stone. He was in the company of his busty, bejeweled assistant, as well as a man Leo saw for the first time.

The man was tall and slim, his posture and serious look in his eyes indicating high status, just like his stylish coat adorned with runes. He had short, black hair and wore glasses that only added to his imposing image. As Leo walked up to the trio, she bowed to her father, hugged the assistant, and stretched out her hand to greet this mysterious, handsome stranger.

"Pleased to meet you," he said in a pleasant tone. "I'm Araman of the Ardor Barony, the head of the delegation that'll travel to the Earthian city of San Francisco for the upcoming negotiations. I'm looking forward to working with you, Lady Eleonora."

"As do I," the blonde replied while Lala nudged her and gave her a wink, causing her to roll her eyes.

"We were just going over the organizational aspects of the upcoming mission," Tyriar's mighty voice made everyone fall silent, "I believe that pretty much all pressing issues were resolved. You, my daughter, will be an important part of the upcoming mission. Since you're the only female in the delegation, we decided you'll be carrying the solar eye during your interworld passage."

Leo's eyes shone with excitement. The privilege of carrying the solar eye--a staff with a shining sphere on its top that represented the Many-eyed's gaze and protection--was usually reserved for the members of the clergy or heroines who proved themselves time and time again. The news were so sudden that Eleonora, respectful to Sanflarian traditions as always, even tried to refuse, saying that this honor might be too much. However, the Liege of Kir'ador clearly made his point that Leo's noble status and her past deeds were more than enough to earn the church's endorsement.

"Besides, you living strictly in accordance with our dogmas, even refusing to put on clothes when on Earth, also affected their decision," Tyriar smiled as he saw his daughter blush a little.

However, he became serious again right away, as if remembering something that worried him.

"There is only one issue left to discuss. Your protection."

Leo tried to contain herself but still let out a tired sigh. It wasn't the first time she and her father had this discussion, and it became far more frequent after the blonde's latest trip to Nevada. While Tyriar was proud of his daughter, he must've also been terrified when he learned about the times she was on the verge of death. The Liege did not show his concern openly but clearly took note of it and wasn't going to let such situations repeat anymore.

"But dad... Oh, I mean, but my Liege! I don't need bodyguards. They will just slow me down. Plus, an armored mountain near me would make my exploration much harder... I imagine locals won't be that thrilled to talk with me anymore."

"My Liege, it's true," Lala rushed to her friend's support. "Just today your daughter showed incredible resilience during our training. Made me taste her pussy in no time at all!"

The trio looked at the girls with surprise in their eyes, clearly wondering whether it was some odd figure of speech. Leo chuckled a little, finding it both embarassing and funny.

"Eleonora, you need somebody to protect you, this decision is final," Tyriar concluded, "but, seeing that you showed good understanding of combat situations that might await you on Earth, I can let you choose the guard yourself."

Lala raised her hand, but Tyriar diplomatically disregarded it.

"Be careful, however. Your candidate needs to have exceptional physical prowess."

Lala raised her hand higher.

"He also needs to be familiar with both Earthian and Sanflarian firearms. Or, if it's a woman, have a background in martial arts such as windstriking."

Lala began making noises as she waved her arm in the air.

"Most of all," Tyriar continued, trying his best not to move his gaze to the pink-haired commoner, "it's important for him to understand his mission. Your chosen guard would need to be loyal and ready to sacrifice himself at any moment."

Lala's hands swayed above her head as she jumped up and down, her large tits and buttcheeks bouncing along to the delight of surrounding men.

"Hm-m-m," Leo threw a discrete gaze at her friend and rubbed her chin, "I think I'm gonna choose... her."

"Who?!" Lala suddenly turned around, craning her neck in all directions to find the illusive competitor.

After two seconds, the countess decided to stop her friend's suffering with an obvious remark:

"You, silly!"

The happiness in Lala's eyes was unlike anything the delegation members have seen from her before. She jumped to hug Leo, making her grunt with her tight grip, then turned around and bowed to Tyriar again, thanking for this amazing opportunity. The Liege shook his head, clearly skeptical of his daughter's choice.

"Well, at least she has enough enthusiasm," Araman whispered to him while the naked girls jumped together while holding their hands.

"I'd say too much of it," he replied, glancing at Lala's cheerful smile.

He could only hope she knew what she was agreeing to.

It took Leo some more talks with her father to convince him that she would be fine. Both knew that it was too late to change anything, as the preparations for the journey were already underway, but the young countess didn't want to leave before making sure they understood each other. On the other hand, the girl's mother--a stunning woman in her forties whose blonde hair almost reached her waist--took the news pretty calmly.

"Stop worrying, dear," she softly said to Tyriar during a dinner once, "she knows what she's doing. We must trust her, otherwise, she'll never be confident enough to rule Kir'ador herself."

Leo accidentally overheard this discussion and smiled to herself. This endorsement made her more confident, and she kept spending time with books until the day it was time to depart. Only when the blonde stood on a large platform connected to the portal with Araman, Lala, and other delegates around her did she realize how much she was eager to visit Earth once again and how much pressure this mission would put on her. Failure was not an option. With these thoughts, Leo waved to her parents and subjects as she turned around and held the solar eye high.

For the next week or two, it was goodbye to Kir'ador and hello to the Earthian city of San Francisco.