Guldur

Journal of Rowana, daughter of Rowetha
5 / 03 / 2120 of the Fourth Age

Azzie disappeared last night.

The house came with fully illustrated, guided instructions for setting up the electricity, water, and waste lines. Only one of us could access it at a time, and it was my account, so Azzie's just been following my direction. Lot of digging to and from the creek. Clean water trickled in, waste water flowed out. Physical labor to lay the pipes, install the septic system. I'm honestly not sure how I could have done this without her. I might have been half-way back to Harad by now on a merc contract.

Now we have lights, running water, indoor plumbing. Cook our meals on an electric stovetop or in the great ceramic oven built into the core of the house instead of over an open fire outside. Air conditioning! It's the little things that you miss when you're basically camping for weeks on end. We still have to watch our power usage, and I keep some of the advanced features of the smart house off to conserve electricity, at least until I can afford a few more solar panels. Yet it's a huge step up in quality of life.

Plus, we have the satlink up now. Only a few minutes at a time until we got some more solar panels, but when it was up we had real-time weather data, planting schedules, news and entertainment feeds.

We took our first shower together yesterday. I'd told her to go ahead, and she stamped her foot and dragged me into the tile-lined booth; the hot water had streamed down and little brown rivulets ran down our body as the dust of Mordor washed away from flesh pink and green. I've never met anyone as open about her desires as Azzie. When she wants her pussy licked, she lets you know; when she wants to finger me until I spasm and squirm, she lets me know...and I don't think I've ever told her "no."

I remember that look in her eyes as she had me up against the wall, the steam all around us, one green finger plugged inside of me as her thumb rubbed my clit. Azzie sucked hard on my nipple as she worked, naked except for the ring that dangled between those great green tits and I could almost feel the need, the desire in her eyes. She wanted to watch me cum. Loved to see that moment when I lost it, when I collapsed against her, momentarily out of control.

I wanted her to be happy. So I let her play, even those times when I wasn't quite in the mood. Opened my legs so she could cup my pussy as if it belonged to her. Moaned like a whore when her fangs nibbled on my breasts, so much smaller than hers. Once, I thought about faking it, but it meant so much to her...and in truth, she was good. Imaginative. Eager. It took time, sometimes. The water had gone cold before I clutched her finger, my cunny taut about her finger, knuckle deep as my breath came short and my body shivered.

Azzie pulled the finger out and sucked the juices off. She gave me a look I had come to know. The one that told me there wouldn't be much sleep tonight.

A part of me feels bad, complaining about having a sexy girlfriend who is sometimes insatiable in bed. Yet the weeks of hard labor had hardened my body and darkened my skin into a farmer's tan. I went to bed tired and got up before dawn for a cup of soycaf and then out into the dark to handle the next step—we still needed to clear the first field for the pipe-weed seeds, cover the house with dirt, dig out the steps to the "root cellar." I was working 12 hours, as long as there was light.

So when Azzie decided to spend a couple hours with her tongue buried in my twat, sucking on my clit until it was sore to the touch, and making me cum until she was satisfied...it cut in on my sleep, and left me exhausted. When I'd finally bucked and heaved myself to be utterly spent, pussy burning and begging for relief, she finally crawled on toward me and planted a pussy-drenched kiss, oddly tender, on my lips. Then we snuggled together, with only moon and star-light streaming into the dark bedchamber, and sleep claimed me quickly.

It was a few hours before dawn when I half-awoke. Old instincts, maybe. I was quiet, unmoving. My eyes opened into slits, low-light augments showed the barely lit room clearly.

Azzie had the ring off the shoelace that carried it around her neck. She stood naked, her back toward me, that swollen green ass heavy as it faded into muscular thighs. With her arms raised, I could see her breasts from behind, and if my pussy wasn't sore and swollen from our earlier exertions, that very sight of it would have sent an erotic shiver down my spine.

As it was, I watched as she held the ring up to catch the light. She turned it over and over, as if fascinated—or as if reading. Azzie brought her left hand up. Her fingers were too thick for the ring to fit. Or so I thought. Yet as she brought it down on the third fingers of her left hand, I saw the small band of gold slide down easily.

Then she vanished. It was like watching someone log off from the Matrix. Her whole form just seemed to lose resolution, and then she wasn't there anymore. I almost leaped out of bed, to grasp the air where she had been. Almost closed my eyes, sure I was caught in a waking dream.

Three heartbeats later, she reappeared. Like a user's avatar resolving out of thin air. The ring was off of her finger, clutched in her right fist. She whispered something guttural in the Black Speech, something with a distinct rhythm like a rhyme or prayer. Then she looped the shoestring back through the ring, tied it behind her neck and settled back in bed. Not curled up next to me as normal, but just flat on the bed, eyes open and staring at the ceiling, her right hand clutched around the ring between her breasts.

There was an expression on her face I hadn't seen before. Fear or excitement—her dark eyes seemed to be huge pools. Staring up at the ceiling, seeing...what? I don't know.

Her head turned. She saw my eyes half-open. Azzie's free hand found mine, and threaded our fingers together, palm to palm.

"Guldur," she whispered. Then translated, for my benefit, her voice thick with that unfamiliar emotion. "Magic!"