No Debts Between Us

Journal of Rowana, daughter of Rowetha
02 / 02 / 2120 of the Fourth Age

Mount Doom stirred in her sleep. The shattered mountain no longer sent forth plumes of ash and flame, but a tremor ran through the ground, and my eyes opened. Azzie was using my arm as a pillow, mouth agape, a little line of drool extended down onto my bicep. Perfectly at peace.

I reached up and touched my neural jack, but we weren't jacked together, not anymore. Replaced the dust cap and blinked in the dawn light that filtered in through the tent. A part of me wanted to lay like that forever. But I really needed to pee.

Gentle as I could, I slid my arm out from beneath, and pushed the pillow under her head. Left her there in the tent.

There was a clump of bushes to the south. I had my pants down and was in mid-squat, sleep-muddled brain filled with thoughts about the future. All I'd wanted to do was farm some pipe-weed, spend my days smoking and hoeing, and now...well, now there was Azzie. That changed things. I had no idea what Azzie wanted to do. Whether she would stay here, or if she'd want me to drive her into the city or...what.

Flickers of last night played through my brain. How much of that had been real memories, and how much had been dreams? There were artists that recorded their dreams, the images edited, tweaked, packaged and sold. I'd tries a few of the dreamchips, between deployments. Like living in a book or movie. Sometimes terrifying. Sometimes erotic. Could she have done that? Shown me what she wanted me to see, to feel?

What would I do if she wanted to go? What would I do if she wanted to stay?

I finished and pulled my pants up. Would definitely need to dig a proper latrine later. That was on the list. First things first...

The back of the Pathfinder opened up and I began to pull out the equipment. The Mordor surveys were mostly satellite-based, this far out from the cities and towns. The images of my claim had given basic information on elevation, showed the creek, some vegetation. No indication of mineral deposits, which suited me fine.

The solar panels collapsed outwards, batteries at the base. I plugged the Shrike in to recharge after last night's unexpected flight, but the plan was to do a survey of the area. While that was charging, I pulled out the geomarkers. Once set at each corner of the property, they'd serve as the legal boundaries of the claim. Then I could do a proper survey—plug the data into the Shire AgriCorp mapping software I'd bought, lay out the planting areas, the ground I needed to clear for the prefabricated house and outbuildings. I had a portable satlink for when I placed the call, but I didn't want to use it to call for the prefab to be delivered until everything was ready.

I looked out over the gentle slope that was my land. Tall waving grass that led up to shrubs on the hillside, the creek trickling away, the broken mountain in the background overlooking all. I could get used to waking up every morning here.

The tent unzipped. I turned to look as Azzie stepped out.

When I had first joined the army, the sight of another girl changing in the locker room was enough to make me blush. Twenty years on, I thought I'd outgrown that. Imagined decades of porn had made me jaded to mere nudity.

At least, until I saw Azzie in the sunlight. She stretched as though to greet the sun, those magnificent breasts as big and shapely in the daylight as they had seemed by firelight. But now I could see the nipples plainly, a darker green against the yellow-green skin; I could see the little hints of veins that ran beneath, and the smooth muscle...and the almost-discrete black barcode tattooed into her armpit, which was shaven clean and smooth.

Her hands reached up toward the sun, and she rose to her toes, the calf muscles bunched and her whole body quivered. Then she drew her hands down in front of her elbows back, knees locked as she bent forward until the tips of her long black hair nearly touched the dust. With a grace I envied, she moved from one position to another, through some set routine that was like no exercises I'd ever seen.

She had turned her back toward me, legs spread out like an arch, and I stared stupidly at her exposed vulva...and then her head looked out between her legs, and Azzie winked at me, slapped her ass...and my face burned and I looked away.

"Row-an-a," Azzie said, when she was done. Testing the syllables. "Breakfast?"

I blinked. Right. She needed to eat.

"Uh...yeah, I've got some fruit..." I said.

"Piss?" her big dark eyes were locked on me, but she smiled.

I gestured at the bushes. She nodded, and stepped, bare-footed, over the ground.

By the time she was done, I'd dug out a couple apples, and the duffel bag with my spare sneakers and clothes. Her feet were smaller, but with double socks and tucking my spare jeans into the tops, she could walk without too much trouble. The only shirt that remotely fit her was a desert-tan undershirt that hung across her breasts like a curtain, the straps constantly threatening to slip off her slim green shoulders.

"Thank you," she said.

"Your Westron is better," I said, for lack of anything else to say.

"Yes. I learned last night," she crunched into an apple.

"About that," I said. "The things you showed me—"

Azzie stalked forward. Her hips swayed. She took big bites out of the apple, and the juices ran down her chin. Her free hand reached up to caress my face...then slipped down to press against my breast through the t-shirt. Shorter than I was, but her confidence was stunning.

"Row-an-a," she said, mouth half full of apple. "Would you eat my pussy?"

I never really feared ****. I'd seen the Doom of Men come for us too often. By bullet, blade, tusk, and claw. In the service, we seemed to burn with life all the more because we knew it was so fleeting. There were days we're drink all night and go out to war tomorrow, and the next night we would cry and sing and toast the dead.

There was no ranger in my unit that wouldn't have kicked me in the ass and shoved me forward at an opening like that.

Which is how, when I should have been out setting the markers, I found myself on my knees, Azzie's legs and borrowed trousers on my shoulders as she lounged in the passenger seat of the Pathfinder. One little chunk of apple rubbed up and down her green lips—and in the sunlight I saw, for the very first time, the faint trace of the mithril there, woven into skin and muscle and for all I knew bone.

Then she pressed the piece of fruit between my lips. Sugary fruit and tangy pussy juice mingled in a way that I'd never experienced. My lips kissed her green cleft and her ears spread wide, like a bat's. Nostrils flared. Excited. Eager.

A final pang of guilt made me pause.

"You don't have to," I said. "I mean, you don't owe me or anything. If you want to leave..."

Azzie sat up. Her free hand ran through my hair and gripped my skull.

"What I want," she said, her Westron as good as mine now, barely a hint of an accent. "Is to fuck who I want, when I want, how I want. Without anyone telling me. There will be no debts between us. Not paid with my body. Understood?"

I blinked, nodded. I mean, if what I had seen was real...that made sense.

"Now. Row-an-a," she said, and her hand came down to boop my nose. "Eat my pussy? Please? I feel strange having to ask twice."

So I dipped my tongue into that green cleft. There was none of the surreal erotic nightmare of last night. Just hot orc pussy in my face. The soft encouraging moans that dipped sometimes in Westron, sometimes in Black Speech. There was nowhere for me to go and nothing for me to do except lick and kiss, suck and play. To explore every inch of that hot, soft, hairless slit, to hear her squeal and feel the dribble of her juices run down my chin and drip on the seat.

I wanted to carve a notch into my soul when I first heard her breath quicken, to remember the moment and treasure it always. When the strong thighs pressed hard against my head and her voice came faster and higher, my tongue flicked as quick as it could over her swollen little jellybean of a clit, and when that wasn't enough for her I pressed my lips against it and sucked softly, to draw the whole thing into my mouth and let my tongue batter on her green button until she howled loud enough to scare a jackrabbit in the bushes.

A warm glow of pride went through me as I pulled my face away, job well done.

She had screamed my name.