Past Loves 1a: Bayzel and Hashena

1A: The Hunter's Veldt. Modern day Wadi Khureitun, Palestine 9,000 BC

The open plain lay wide and rolling before Bayzel as she sat on her haunches at the base of a rocky outcrop and looked out over the veld. Not far away she could see a small herd of antelope grazing in the long grass, for now completely unaware of her presence. The wind was blowing towards her, masking her scent and that of her two dogs- Scree and Ash patiently waiting at her side. They were her inveterate hunting partners and she had raised the both of them since they were just pups, trained them to track and to stalk and to wait until the right moment to strike.

At twenty-one years old she was still in the prime of life for a hunter. Years of walking and running long distances to find and catch her prey had given her toned muscular legs, and the use of her spear had done the same for her arms and torso. She was tall and lithe much like the antelope that she tracked, capable of moving fast and changing direction quickly to match their escape. Her skin was a woody brown and her dark wiry hair was kept short, so as not to get it tangled in the underbrush, which meant that it stuck out around her head like a lion's mane. Her face was tall and narrow with a wide toothy smile and a short pointed nose, pale brown eyes set above them rimmed by long dark lashes.

Presently she wore simple clothing made from the skin of a leopard she had slain two summers ago. The pale yellow and black spotted hide kept her well camouflaged amongst the long grasses, all the better to stalk her prey with.

She felt her stomach grumble uncomfortably as she waited and Ash looked up at her with a familiar longing look in her big dark eyes, begging her to begin the hunt so that they could eat as well. It had been two days since the last bites of the dried meat that she had saved from her last kill. And she had run out of her bag of nuts, seeds and dried berries that she had traded some of the meat for. If she didn't make this kill now then she would have wasted a week's work in tracking and stalking the herd and would have nothing to show for it but an empty stomach.

Slowly the herd moved closer and closer to where Bayzel crouched. She held her stone-tipped spear loosely in her hand, feeling its familiar weight and balance as she waited for the perfect moment to strike. They needed to get just a little bit closer, close enough for her to cover the distance before they realised she was there. With a quiet command and flick of her fingers Scree and Ash slunk silently away from her to either side, both melting into the long grass and starting to make a wide circle around where the antelopes currently grazed.

Bayzel's stomach gave another treacherous grumble of hunger and she hoped that the beasts down below couldn't hear it. For now they grazed on, apparently oblivious to her and the two grey-brown dogs now moving up on their position. From her place hidden at the base of the outcrop, Bayzel could see their low silent shapes moving through the grass, but down there, the antelopes would have no idea of their approach.

Suddenly one of the horned beasts closest to Bayzel snapped its head up from its grazing and was swiftly followed by the rest of the small herd. Something had alerted them, good. In unison, both Ash and Scree suddenly leapt up from the grasses and began barking and snapping at the creatures closest to them. All of their attention was now directed at the two dogs, and away from Bayzel. Knowing that she had mere moment to act, Bayzel leapt up from her hiding place, and dashed forwards as she spun the spear around in her hand so that its point faced forwards.

The herd began to scatter, breaking left and right as Scree and Ash pressed the antelopes back towards the rocky outcrop, their panicked braying filling their air and their hooves kicking up plumes of dust from the dry ground. But for one unlucky beast, it was already too late. It was a big creature, a long-horned meaty looking buck, its legs tensed beneath it as it made to bound away. But Bayzel's legs had already launched her into a wide jumping arc, the spear held above her head in both hands as she dived down onto her prey, the sharp stone point of the spear aiming directly for its heart.

With a pain filled squeal and a few gasping sighs the buck collapsed to the ground, Bayzel's weight landing on top of it as it did. The familiar triumphant smell of fresh heart-blood filled her nostrils as she panted a few breaths of air after her sprint and she smiled a big wide grin as Scree and Ash dashed up to her, their tails wagging happily at the successful kill. She gave each of them a well earned scratch behind their ears and began her work on the carcass.

It was the work of a moment to slit open the corpse's belly, strip out the organs and giving the choice offerings of the liver and kidneys to Scree and Ash. The rest of the offal she let lay where it fell for the scavengers, and hopefully it would occupy any other creatures who might want to steal her kill. The main body of the antelope she strung up onto her spear and hefted over her shoulder, ready to make head back to her camp.

- - -

It was approaching dark by the time that Bayzel found her way back to the rocky cleft in the side of a hill where she had left the rest of her travelling supplies. Her fire thankfully had not yet burned out and she was able to quickly re-kindle it before getting to work on the carcass of the antelope. It would provide much more than just meat to feed her and her two dogs. Its horns, teeth, bones and sinews would all make useful tools and gear that would ready her for the next hunt. And of course its skin could be scraped down and sewn into a new item of clothing.

She could keep all the meat for herself if she wanted to but even her, Scree and Ash together wouldn't be able to eat it all before it went bad. If she wanted to keep it edible then she would have to dry or smoke it and she had neither the time nor equipment to do either. And so, she planned to do the only other thing that a lone hunter could do with excess meat, and she would try to trade it. She knew that not a day's walk away was a cave where people from further north made their summer camp, and so she would go there and see if they had need of meat and if they had anything worthy of trading.

She would have to be careful in her approach, lone hunters like her were often not trusted by people who lived in larger tribes, and with good reason. People who wandered the plains alone were often wild, dangerous and desperate individuals who had been cast out of their own people because of some terrible crime. Or they were deranged and half-animal like beasts who lived from moment to moment by scavenging what they could from other animals, or else trying to survive on what meagre food they could grab with their own bare hands.

As for Bayzel, she had her own reasons for being alone. Mostly she preferred it, having never been particularly comfortable with other people to begin with. Also, this way she was spared the endless parade of hopeful, horny young men attempting to proposition her, which had grown very tiresome after a while. The last time had been one particularly long and tiresome proposition which she had tried to refuse nicely many times before finally having to set Scree and Ash on the idiot in question. After this she had gone out hunting and had just never felt the inclination to return to the tribe.

Since then, she had hunted alone, slept alone and lived alone, and had been almost entirely self-sufficient. She occasionally traded and met with other loners or groups to swap news or goods, maybe even staying a night or two, but mostly she was solitary. However there were some things that many people working together could achieve which were out of the reach of one person on their own.

Things like gathering seeds, separating out the grains from the chaff, grinding them down and then mixing the powder with water to make thick bread which could fill the belly for a whole day. Or fermenting it in a leather sack to make the musty-tasting soporific drink beer which dulled the senses and loosened the mind. Alone she could never muster the time and effort it would take to make even one small flatbread or brew one bag of beer. But larger groups could work together to make such tasks light work.

Shelter and safety too was more secure in a group. While some people slept, others would watch the darkness beyond the cave or outside the tents for threats. If any appeared they could work together to scare or fight off any beasts or desperate human intruders. Alone, Bayzel had to rely on her own senses and those of Scree and Ash to alert her to any threats. And if she found herself backed into a corner by a lion or wild people, she would have to fight for her life.

And of course, there was the simple fact that even she sometimes missed the company of other people. It wasn't often, most of the time she was perfectly happy to live a life of solitude out on the plains with only Scree and Ash for company. But sometimes she would feel an ache, a need inside her for some company, to feel a closeness with another person that couldn't be satisfied by the companionship of her dog friends. Sometimes it was simply enough to allow herself to lie back, let her mind wander and let her hand slip down between her legs to satiate her need. But sometimes she needed more than just her own fingers. And this was where the extra meat from today's kill came in.

With this meat she would be able to barter for more than just gathered nuts, fruit and grains, or a carved bone tool, or a new flaked flint blade. She could also gain the favour of those who offered their bodies in trade. Of course not everyone in a tribe could be propositioned in such a way, but there were usually at least a few young men and women in any tribe that were not averse to laying down with a stranger in return for food or other goods. Bayzel had met with many different tribes over the years and she had always been able to satisfy her occasional need for human contact in each group that she visited. With any luck she would find someone that she wanted to spend some time with tomorrow.

- - -

The next morning Bayzel set out westwards towards the summer camps that she knew would be waiting for her. Sure enough after only half a day or so of walking she crested the brow of a small hill and saw the grey smoke from their campfires rising lazily into the sky. She'd been looking forward to this for a while now- a new camp with new people that she'd never met before who hopefully would be able to offer her some... new experiences. It had been a while since her last encounter with anyone and she felt that deep down yearning inside her which only occasionally rose up, letting her know that it was time to find a willing partner to share the night with. Whenever that need rose up, there was no ignoring it and she knew that this time would be no different. She hoped that when she found someone who was willing to lay with her, they would be able to satisfy her needs.

As she approached the familiar smells of human habitation drifted towards her on the wind, a combination of smoke, cooking meat and sweat. Ash and Scree walked either side of her as always and the two of them looked up at her nervously as she approached even closer. Like her, they were usually uncomfortable when surrounded by other people and preferred to stay on the outskirts.

When she was no more than a stone's throw from the edge of the camp she crouched down to give Ash and Scree a scratch behind their ears and offered them both a front leg of the antelope to gnaw on. The two dogs set to chewing happily and she knew that they would be fine waiting on their own for at least a day or so. With that done she hefted the rest of her meat over her shoulder and approached the camp.

She was briefly stopped by a large man with greying hair who enquired as to who she was and why she was there, but a few quick words and a sample of the antelope's flank meat was enough to persuade him that she was no threat. After that it was a simple matter to move amongst the tents, shacks and lean-tos that the people here called their home for the time being. There were probably no more than about seventy people here overall, all engaged in various kinds of work or play. Some she saw grinding gathered grains on long flat stones. Others were sewing skins or carving pieces of wood or bone to make tools and other ornaments. Here and there small children ran about, some playing with each other with screeches of mirth, others worked too by watching fires, gathering firewood or chasing rats.

Bayzel moved through all of them with relative ease. As a stranger she was treated with suspicion at first but like the man on guard, they were all quickly assuaged of their suspicion by her offer to trade her meat. By the mid afternoon she was able to trade away most of the carcass for a fine collection of knapped flints, two small bags of gathered nuts and dried fruit, as well as a new set of bone sewing needles and a short length of leather twine. The ripe hind legs of the beast though she held onto for now, knowing that they were best saved for the most important trade she was planning on making that day.

Whilst she had moved through the camp she had kept an eye out for the tell tale signs of those people who would trade in flesh of a different kind. Each home usually had some sort of a small shrine or totem outside it. For some it was decorated with flowers and rushes, or even had small wooden bowls with plants growing in them. Others were festooned with bones and teeth and claws of various animals, perhaps trophies of the owners' various kills. Some were decorated with numerous different hides and hairs from beasts from across the grasslands, and then there were those that encompassed all sorts of different things unique to that person or family and their home.

The thing that let Bayzel know that she had found the home of a potential partner was small and easy to miss amongst the collection of other items on their shrine. There were several garlands of beautiful yellow and blue flowers, as well as several strings of teeth and stone necklaces, and some other carved bone objects. But the thing that caught her eye was a carved stone object, small enough to fit comfortably into her palm and carved into the form of two figures holding each other close with their legs intertwined and their heads pressed together.

Bayzel's heart skipped a beat when she saw it. This was certainly the right place. Whoever had carved this had clearly spent hours scraping out the solid stone to form this miniature idol of two people in the middle of something intimate and personal. With a small smile Bayzel reached out to touch the strangely bulbous heads of the carved figures for luck and was pleased to feel that the stone had clearly been worn smooth by many others doing the same, perhaps it was a family heirloom?

The dwelling itself was built up directly against the cliffside that the settlement was built at the base of. There were no voices coming from the interior and the arched wooden entryway was covered over by a hanging animal hide, obscuring her view. With a small amount of trepidation, she took a deep breath and pulled the hanging skin aside to enter the gloom inside the hut.

It took a few moments for Bayzel's vision to adjust to the darkness within. The dimming light of the late afternoon did seep in through numerous small cracks and holes in the hide and reed walls. As the contents of the small hut came into focus, the main thing which immediately drew her attention was the large open passageway which led into the rock wall of the cliffside. The entrance was only about half as high as Bayzel herself but was beautifully decorated around the edge with numerous paintings in red ochre, spreading out from the dark passage like a flock of birds. There was nobody else inside the warm interior of the simple hut, and Bayzel crouched down beside the cave opening to peer inside. The dim light from outside only illuminated a small way in, but the flickering light of a fire could be glimpsed around a corner in the cave, beyond Bayzel's sight.

With a nervous glance behind her, wondering if she had made a mistake in coming to this camp and this hut, Bayzel cleared her throat and called out into the unknown interior of the cave.

'Hello? Is anybody here? I've come to... trade.'

For a moment there was no reply, and Bayzel felt her heart sink a little in disappointment. Perhaps she was mistaken, perhaps her desire would go unsatisfied. But then a stifled yawn echoed out of the gloom within the cave and a sleepy sounding voice replied,

'Yes hello, I'm here. If you're here to 'trade' then please do come in, I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement.'

The voice was soft and low, and the echoes from the stone walls around her gave it an almost other-worldly quality, as if she was speaking with a spirit of the earth itself. Swallowing her hesitation and licking her lips in anticipation, Bayzel sank down onto her knees and crawled into the dark stone void, heading towards the dim flickering light at the end of the tunnel.

As she rounded the corner and descended a short distance, the cave opened out into a larger cavern, which was lit by the single dim light of a lamp burning some kind of animal fat. But that was not what drew Bayzel's attention, that was reserved for the figure of the woman who lay sprawled before her on a large pile of soft furs.

She lay on her side with her head supported by one arm, completely naked and with a playful welcoming smile on her lips. Her long dark hair was tied up into a high bun atop her head with numerous ornaments, feathers and bones woven into it. She was relatively young, old enough to have borne a few children, but not old enough to have developed deep wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. Her skin, which was smooth and soft looking, was covered with long tattooed lines of intricate patterns depicting strange swirling shapes and animals. Unlike Bayzel's muscular tautness, this woman had some rounded softness to her, especially in her full rounded breasts which sat pert and ripe on her chest. Her waist was slim but her hips flared out beautifully below and her legs looked long and soft as they lay draped out on the furs beneath her.

Bayzel found herself completely speechless at the sight of the woman so gloriously laid out before her, like a feast to devour with the eyes. She had lain with many people before during her wanderings but never before had she beheld a woman so wonderful to behold and so clearly eager to greet her. This woman looked like more than just a casual bedmate who lay with people for trade. This woman looked like she embraced sex and love like it was her whole reason for being.

'Welcome.'

The woman breathed out in a soft whisper. Her eyes were fixed on Bayzel like those of a hunter-cat, unmoving and unblinking, completely focused as if seeing and trying to understand every inch of her.

'Welcome dear visitor. I am Hashena, and if you have sought me out here then you must have come for one reason alone. Tell me, do you think that you have found what you seek?'

Bayzel watched the gorgeous woman's lips move as she spoke, so soft and delicate, the movement of her tongue behind her teeth almost enticing her. She swallowed her nervousness once again and nodded, reaching into her small pack and retrieving the large hind-leg of yesterday's kill as an offering. Hashena's eyes flitted briefly over the hunk of meat, but quickly focused back on Bayzel, as if she was uninterested in the trade. For a moment Bayzel felt her mouth go dry. Was this not enough? In comparison to the naked beauty and grace of the woman laid out before her, Bayzel suddenly felt that her meagre offering of one hind-leg of an antelope was a paltry trade.

'I'm sorry,' she murmured, suddenly red in the cheeks with embarrassment, 'It's not enough. I... I should go.'

She turned to leave, but before she could crawl back through the small tunnel Hashena called out again.

'Not so fast dear visitor. The trade is good. But I am more interested in you, and what you have to offer besides trade.'

Bayzel looked back and saw that the woman Hashena had shifted position so that her legs were now slightly parted. She could see the small dark patch of hair which nested between her legs, and the slightest glimmer of slick wetness glistening in the light of the lamp. Unconsciously she licked her lips and Hashena seemed to notice this and smile widely as her reaction.

'Please, come back in,' she beckoned with a long delicate finger, 'It has been some time since I have lain with a woman, and especially one so strong and powerful as you. I want to see what you are capable of, won't you tell me your name dear visitor?'

Bayzel licked her lips again to moisten her now dry mouth, husky with anticipation and desire.

'Bayzel,' she whispered nervously as she crawled forwards on to the large pile of pelts. 'I'm a hunter.'

'Well, Bayzel the Hunter, if you want what I have to offer in return for your trade, you need merely make the first move.'

Hashena now lay on her back looking up as Bayzel kneeling above her. Her eyes were two deep dark whorls of amber brown, her lashes heavy and long, lips slightly parted and her skin warmly glowing in the lamplight. Bayzel felt her own heart beating hard inside her chest, her cheeks still flushed with excitement and embarrassment. This woman was like nobody she had ever met, and she knew that this would be a night like no other.

With a slowness like the setting of the sun, she leant her head downwards, her dry lips approaching the dewey softness of Hashena's smiling lips second by second. She could smell her scent, clean and fresh, like damp earth and wet grass. Her eyelids closed and in that moment their lips met in a long soft nervous kiss.

The moment for Bayzel was as when a heavy storm breaks over the dry plains, all of the tension and energy inside her focused in on that one contact point between the two of them like lightning striking the ground. All of her attention was now focused on the sensation of her lips upon those of this other woman, how they parted and embraced hers, how her tongue gently flicked out to tease and the glorious tingling release that came with it. Her breath came deep and sharp, inhaling the warm earthy scent of Hashena's body.

Slowly the two women melted into one another's embrace, their bodies pressed up against each-other side by side. Hashena's nimble clever hands found the various ties and cords which held Bayzel's fur clothing on and with a few tugs and twists she pulled the meagre garments away so that Bayzel lay naked on the fur bed as well. Their bodies pressed tightly together, Bayzel's meagre chest squashing beautifully into Hashena's more full ample breasts. At the same time Bayzel's muscular arms and hands roamed wide across the other woman's soft skin, revelling in her feminine curves, cupping the curve of Hashena's neck with one hand while caressing the arch of her back with the other.

As Bayzel melted into the moment she began to kiss down Hashena's cheek and neck, gently nibbling and licking at her earlobe and the tender skin of her shoulders. A gasp of delight escaped Hashena's lips as she did so and Bayzel felt her slender arms wrap around her own broad shoulders, holding her close.

'Mmmm, yes!' Hashena purred with delight. 'You know what you're doing with your mouth, I'd like to see what else you can do with it.'

Bayzel laughed lightly at the teasing invitation, now fully relaxed and immersed in the moment they were sharing. She leaned back for a moment to look Hashena in the eye and saw that her lids were heavy and suggestive as she bit her lower lip enticingly with one raised eyebrow.

Needing no further encouragement, Bayzel dove back into kissing and licking at Hashena's neck and shoulder, but slowly she began to move downwards. Her mouth moved over her bust and then lower to the wonderful dew-covered valley between her breasts, nuzzling her face gently against either hillside as she went. Then she moved further south, kissing softly across the flat open plains of her stomach and navel until she at last reached the thicket of dark sweet smelling hair between Hashena's legs.

The forest was already damp and redolent with Hashena's slick, the intoxicating scent of her filled Bayzel's nostrils and filled her with an insatiable desire. She swore there was no taste in the whole world quite like the glorious flavour which lay between a woman's lower lips and she couldn't wait for a moment longer to savour it. Without hesitation she buried her face into the warm mound between hasena's legs and slid the whole length of her tongue between the slick red lips which lay within.

Bayzel heard Hashena gasp in delight above her as she began and she felt the soft but firm pressure of her hand press lightly on the back of her head, encouraging her to feast deeply. She needed no encouragement as the intoxicating flavour of Hashena's juices filled her mouth while she lapped hungrily at her moist folds. With her arms she grasped the thick soft trunks of Hashena's thighs, holding her in place as she devoured her insides. She could feel her breathing coming in shorter gasps and moans, a sound more pleasing to her ear than the flow of clear water after a long day of thirst.

But Hashena had asked her to show her what she could do with her mouth, and she knew that if she was to really impress this woman then she would need to hunt for more elusive prey. But thankfully Bayzel knew just where to find what she sought. With slow deliberate strokes of her tongue, she parted the glistening folds at the nape of Hashena's entrance until the tender nub of pleasure which lay within was exposed to her. She could feel it's engorged hardness beneath her tongue as she flicked gently across it, forcing a moan and a thrust of the hips out of Hashena. She knew that she had found her quarry.

Starting slowly at first so as not to overstimulate, Bayzel began to drag the wide pad of her tongue across Hashena's most sensitive bud, moving like slow waves on a shore, up and down and up and down. She could feel the other woman grinding willingly into her, encouraging her onwards and the pressure at the back of her head from Hashena's hand increased. But she was not ready yet, patience in hunting, as in love-making, was the secret to success.

She maintained her slow but relentless rhythm, her own breath slow and measured as if she were pulling back the string on a bow. Hashena's breath came in gasps and moans, her need clearly rising within her, the pressure of the storm building with each lap of Bayzel's tongue.

'Ahhh, yes Bayzel, that feels so good!' Hashena sighed as she arched her back and twisted her own hardened nipple with her free hand. 'Please don't stop! I need more! Give me more of your tongue!'

With this cry for mercy from Hashena, Bayzel relented and applied more pressure and speed, punctuating her long slow laps with quick flicks of the end of her tongue onto the desperate bloom that now flowed like a spring. She lapped up every delicious drop and although her tongue was beginning to ache with the effort she didn't let up for even a moment.

Hashena's cries and moans were now coming fast and loud. The sound of them echoed wonderfully from the walls of the small hidden cave, so that the only thing Bayzel could hear were the cries of pleasure from her new lover and the sound of her own blood pumping in her ears. She could feel that the other woman's moment of release must be approaching fast. This tender sex goddess whose body had stirred her to passion like no other was now at her mercy, as she bucked and ground her hips into Bayzel's face with each lap of her tongue.

'Ohhh! Stars above, that feels good!' Hashena cried out, her voice strained with the tension inside her. 'Don't stop now! Don't stop. I can feel it's... OOoooohhhHH!!!'

With one final muscle-tensed thrust of her hips the pressure within Hashena broke over Bayzel's face, who in return thrust her mouth forwards, seeking every last glorious drop of pleasure from her with a final relentless pressure on her slit. She could feel

Hashena's hand entwined in her hair, forcing her face forwards, desperate for the moment to continue and she held firmly to Hashena's hips as the desperate animal bucking of her release washed over her.

Slowly, but surely the animalistic cries and desperate breathing of Hashena receded, her body relaxed and fell back onto the furs beneath her as she went limp, her eyelids fluttering with the rapture fading inside her. Bayzel released her hips and crawled up beside her, placing a long tender kiss on her lips, the two of them sharing in the slickness that covered her face.

'You do know how to use your mouth!'

Hashena growled appreciatively as she rolled on top of Bayzel, her long sleek mane of hair falling over the two of them like a dark tent. Bayzel merely chuckled smugly and pulled her back in to continue the kiss, savouring the flavour of her mouth and her dwindling moistness on her tongue.

'I believe however that there was a trade offered here,' Hashena said suddenly as she sat up with her hips astride Bayzel below her, 'and I have been quite remiss on my side of the bargain.'

Bayzel smiled and looked up at the glorious goddess-like form above her, her own senses heightened from the ministrations she had just delivered, filled with anticipation of what was to come. With a coy wink Hashena dismounted and reached over to retrieve something from beneath the furs which until now had remained hidden. In the flickering light of the lamp Bayzel could see that it was a long carved and polished piece of perfectly smooth ivory, about as long as her hand and as thick as two of her fingers. Its head had been carved into a bulbous shape and down its length had been incised numerous bumps and ridges, all perfectly smoothed over.

'This,' Hashena said, 'Was a gift from a very talented visitor of mine. She was the same one who carved the special little trinket that led you to me today, very good with her hands. And I'm sure that you will enjoy her handy work just as much as I have Bayzel dear.'

Bayzel's eyes went wide at the sight of the object, although she had never been interested in the meaty phalluses which men kept between their legs, in the hands of this beautiful woman, this ivory carving seemed infinitely more enticing. Of course she had been filled with her own and other woman's fingers and tongue before, but nothing quite as intricately carved and made for purpose as this object. She could only imagine what it would feel like to have it inside of her.

With slow deliberate movements Hashena toyed playfully with the carving, tracing the smooth head over her nipples and neckline, up to her lips to delicately kiss at its head before lapping her tongue in one long motion from the base to the tip. Then she moved the object downwards, rubbing that ridged form back and forth across her sopping wet lower lips, coating it's whole length in her slickness, lubricating it for a greater purpose. Bayzel merely lay back and watched the display, quivering with anticipation of what Hashena would do to her with that thing.

Hashena came back down to lie beside her on the furs, her body's warmth was radiating off of her like the sun and their lips met once more as she reached around Bayzel's shoulders to pull her in for another kiss. She tasted just as sweet and delicious as before, and as they kissed Bayzel found her attention momentarily distracted, her mind focused on the delicate wonder of Hashena's mouth on her own. Then she felt the warmed body of the ivory carving pressing lightly between her open legs, that hard smooth head gently parting her own lower lips as Hashena expertly manoeuvred it with her hand.

'Just let me know if you don't like it.' Hashena whispered softly as she paused, 'But I think that you're really going to enjoy this.'

And with that she pressed her hand forwards and the length of the ivory phallus sank slowly, ridge by ridge, deep inside Bayzel's tender opening. For Bayzel the feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced with anyone else. She felt filled up, utterly overwhelmed by the rigidity of Hashena's gift inside of her. The thing rubbed and pushed delightfully at her inner walls, stretching and parting her with a pressure which pushed just to the glorious edge of pain. A gasp escaped her lips and her eyes went wide as she continued to kiss Hashena beside her and her fingers balled into fists on the furs beneath her.

'Good?' Hashena asked with a smile.

'Yeah... so good!' Bayzel replied as she stretched her legs taught with the pressure.

Slowly and gently Hashena began to move the carving in and out of Bayzel's entrance, each ridge and bump on the surface rubbed wonderfully across her tender insides, stimulating the flow of more of her slickness and adding to the motion of the unfamiliar but not unwelcome object. Hashena pulled it back until the smooth bulbous head was nearly out all the way before pressing it back inwards, forcing another moan from Bayzel's lips. This time as she pushed in Hashena also expertly positioned her thumb around the ivory so that it nudged gently against Bayzel's own sensitive spot at the crux of her opening.

For Bayzel the sensation was new and unfamiliar and wonderful. Hashena's firm but tender strokes stimulated new waves of pleasure within her with every thrust of her hand. The feeling of her soft warmth beside her as she held her in her arms and the taste of her mouth on her tongue was more wonderful than any other encounter she had yet had. The need that had been growing inside Bayzel for weeks now was finally getting a release, the closeness of their bodies and the tender care that she was receiving from this other woman was more amazing than any delight she could have dealt to herself. She felt so lucky to have found her.

Stroke after stroke and thrust after thrust, the dawning fire inside of Bayzel grew and grew. She squirmed and writhed on the furs, holding on tightly with her muscular arms as her legs flexed and stretched with each motion of Hashena's gift inside of her. She heard her own moans coming unbidden and loud, echoing from the walls of the cavern and as she threw back her head to cry out she felt Hashena lean down to nip lightly at her hardened nipple.

This forced another cry from her and drove her right to the edge of the cliff that she had been approaching. The hard rigid object inside her pushed for just a moment as Hashena held her tenderly in her arms, their eyes meeting once more as Bayzel's mouth gaped open with the tension. And then with one final burying thrust, Hashena drove her gift deep inside Bayzel's opening, and her thumb found the perfect tender edge of her hardened nub. With the feeling of being so filled up inside and the pressure of Hashena's digit rubbing down wonderfully on her most sensitive spot, Bayzel felt herself finally falling from the edge of that cliff and plummeting down into the deep dark waters of pleasure below.

Her mind was overwhelmed with the wash of the ecstasy which filled and surrounded her, every one of her muscles tensed and her eyes flew wide open as stars burst behind her sight, momentarily blinding her. Her hips ground and bucked beyond her control into Hashena's hand and the object that she held tightly within it, forcing more and more pleasure to flow through her with every juddering motion. Hashena held her tightly through it all, kissing and biting gently at her neckline with practised care.

Finally after what felt like an eternity of rolling ecstasy, Bayzel felt her body slowly coming down from the high that had filled it. She felt the softness of Hashena beside her and the fullness in her slit now a little tender below. With a single delicate tug, she pulled the ivory object free of Bayzel's ravished hole, causing a few minor jolts of slight but delightful soreness to join the joyful feeling still washing over her.

'I told you that you would enjoy that.'

Hashena whispered tenderly in Bayzel's ear as she lay her body across her prone form in a tender embrace. Bayzel lay back and allowed the wonderful feeling of the afterglow and the weight of Hashena above her to fill her up.

'How much to trade for this thing?'

Bayzel asked playfully as she grabbed the ivory phallus, examining it's now slick coated wentess glistening in the firelight. Hashena chuckled and reached up to take it from her, licking it from one end to the other as she did so.

'This, I'm afraid, is definitely not for trade.' She replied.

- - -

The two spent the night together, cuddled up in each-other's arms, lost in the warm and soft interior of the hidden cave. But when morning came and the sound of the morning crickets could be heard even in their hidden refuge underground, Bayzel knew that it was time to go. In the morning darkness of the cave, Hashena helped her find her discarded clothes and the two came together once more for a fumbling blind kiss.

'Come and see me again!' She whispered. Bayzel smiled and kissed her cheeks gently in reply.

Upon leaving the village she found Ash and Scree seated near to where she had left them under the shade of a rock. They rushed up to meet her as she approached them and she scratched them both behind the ears in greeting, a happy smile on her face.

'Come on girls, let's go' she said softly, 'But let's not go too far this time, I think we might be back here again fairly soon.'