A Glimpse of the Girls

“So what exactly are you doing?” Artemis asked as she climbed into bed with you.

“I’ve decided to see what the other girls are getting up to” you say as you spawn screens around you to get a full picture of what was going on.

“Ooooh, mind if I join you?” she asked, snuggling into your side. You chuckle and slip your arm around your wife as the two of you get comfortable.

****

Azrael sighed as she flipped the page of her book. Studying up on medicine had been the most challenging thing she had ever done, and that included the time she punished the Egyptians for messing with God’s children.

The basic infections book had been simple enough, bad elements got into the body via multiple ways. The problem was that the book didn’t go into detail on what a bad element was and what made it bad. This led her to the advanced infections and made her sorely wish she could go back to calling them ‘evil spirits’. Bacteria, a microorganism that couldn’t be seen by the human eye but was in almost literally everything. Of course she didn’t believe the book at first, how could such a thing exist, it wasn’t possible, but then she remembered that she had created a plague once.

Just then the bell over the door to her clinic chimed, announcing the presence of another person. Azrael closed her book, placed it back into the shelving unit that had been built into her desk and turned to face the young woman at the door. Her desk was an L shape with the shorter part facing the door and with chairs opposite for patients to sit, while the long section was her work section with books and tools lining it.

“Umm h-hi?” The girl greeted. Azrael put on what she hoped was a comforting smile, resolving to ask Solus for a mirror at some point so she could practice.

“Welcome, please do come in,” Azrael replied, indicating one of the chairs in front of her desk. The girl hesitantly took a seat, sitting on the edge of it in discomfort. “What seems to be the problem?” Azrael asked.

“I-I’ve been g-getting really bad stomach aches” the girl said, holding her stomach as she did. Azrael sat up a little straighter in response to this, trying to make sure she wouldn’t give anything away to the poor girl.

“And when did these stomach aches start?” Azrael asked, thinking about reaching for the book she had just been reading. If it was indeed a bacteria infection, those were easily countered, the brewing of some herbs Solus had grown in her garden would fix that.

“Ummm, a f-few years ago” the girl admitted. This drew Azrael up short as she wracked her brain for information. One way or another, a bacterial infection would have run its course in the space of a few months, much less a few years. “I also b-bleed when the aches happen,” the girl said and the information clicked into place.

“Does the pain feel more like a cramp than an ache?” Azrael asked and the girl nodded, hope filling her eyes. “The aches and bleeding only happens a few days a month?” she asked and the girl nodded enthusiastically. “Period pains” Azrael told her, turning on her stool so she could get at the book that discussed anatomy. Azrael had, of course, not finished the anatomy books yet, but that was okay, everything was indexed allowing her to quickly find what she needed. After reading up on the issue for a moment, Azrael turned back to the girl.

“Period pains are pretty much universal to all women” she explained “Though using the word ‘pain’ isn’t quite accurate, many women simply feel like they’ve got a minor cramp and don’t even feel pain at all” she continued “In your case, you have the kind that hurts” she added sympathetically. “I do have medicine that will help though” she said, getting up and walking across the room to her herb cabinet. Pulling out a dried herb, Azrael then walked over to a stove at the far end of the room, and started getting the fire going in the fireplace underneath the stove.

“W-will that fix it?” The girl asked, holding her stomach again and looking pained.

“In a manner of speaking” Azrael replied “This tea is intended to stop girls getting pregnant, but the way it does this also allows it to stop girls from suffering through their periods” Azrael explained.

“I don’t understand,” the girl said with a frown.

“Clearly your mother doesn’t know much about being a woman” Azrael said with a sigh. It was a sad day when SHE was the expert on being a woman. “We’ve got time while that prepares, I can explain this to you if you’d like” Azrael said and the girl nodded eagerly.

****

Your attention is brought back to your bedroom when you feel movement. Artemis, for some reason, had decided to clamber on top of you.

“What are you doing?” you ask the vixen, watching her tail swish happily behind her.

“Just getting comfy” she replied from her position on top of you. You snort in amusement as you felt her grind herself against your shaft.

“I thought you wanted to watch with me?” you ask her, happily running your hands up her back and bucking your hips into her.

“I did, but then I got horny” she replied. You can’t help but laugh at this comment. Finally, you are hard enough for the woman to get what she wants. She raised herself up, guided you in and then slid down your shaft with a moan, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation of being filled before starting to gently pound herself on your pole.

“Don’t let me stop you, you continue” she said breathlessly. You chuckle before wrapping your arms around her and kissing her neck, returning your attention to the displays floating around you as you enjoy the sensation of Art’s warm, wet snatch.

****

“Back! Left! Left again! That’s it! Now sweep her foot out! Damnit, we have two legs for a reason! Merely sweeping it out from under her isn’t going to topple the woman unless you follow up!” Andraste instructed, standing with her arms folded as she watched a pair of girls go at it with blunted staves. She had taken to teaching people her style of spear and stave fighting and was surprised when a number of girls had signed on almost immediately.

“Again! Remember to follow up!” Andraste instructed as she settled in to watch the two girls. Around them several other pairs of girls were also training. She was actually rather thankful that Tevron let them use the city’s arena for training purposes, the space was suitably spacious and covered in sand. The only downside was the spectators they occasionally had.

Andraste casted her gaze among the other fighting pairs, watching their forms and how their bodies moved. The problem with spectators was that the girls were in minimal clothing. It was something Solus had devised, a ‘bra’. It was a strip of cloth that went around the girls’ chest with straps sewn into the fabric that went over the shoulders. Lastly, the fabric went down below the girl’s breasts just far enough that a leather belt could be used to tighten the garment to the girls’ preference.

Andraste didn’t see the appeal of the ‘bra’ at first. At least until she tried it for herself, then she understood. Unlike a tunic which flapped about and absorbed sweat, or a dress which needed slits down the sides in order to even be able to run at all, the bra allowed for maximum movement with minimal restriction. The best part about it was that you could easily wear it under a tunic and just take the tunic off when it was time to train. For lower wear, most of the girls just wore loincloths, occasionally with an extra strip of cloth between the legs for additional modesty.

“No no no! Not like that at all!” Andraste scolded, striding over to another pair of girls practicing and grabbing the offending female by the bra strap, and hoisting her to her feet. “Again! But this time, keep your stance! Even when you walk, your stance should never be out of balance!” Andraste instructed, grabbing the stave from the girl and demonstrating the correct technique before handing the staff back.

“Yes master” The girl replied, hanging her head in a bow for a moment before she and her partner got back to it. Andraste watched, folding her arms and providing a stern presence as they got into their practice. Andraste sighed as the girl missed her footing again, and ended up eating sand.

“Alright” Andraste called out, getting the attention of the other fighting pairs. “That’s enough for today, one lap around the arena and warm down exercises” she ordered and the girls tiredly, but with clear relief in their expressions, began to jog around the arena. Andraste picked the girl with bad footwork out of the mob and focused on her. Brown hair, cut to just blow the ear, body that was slowly being honed into a lean shape and away from that silly softness the church had been forcing on the women folk. Andraste let a brief smirk touch her lips as she thought about some private training and how she would use that to finally catch her prey. She was fucking that girl, that night, she was sure of it.

****

You moan as you cum, blasting your seed into Artemis’ body as she gyrated on top of you.

“Awww did the boy see something sexy?” Artemis cooed, giving you a vulpine grin as she placed her hands on your chest to give herself some better leverage. You say nothing but grab her hips, yanking her into a position where you knew nearly the entire length of your cock would grind against her G-spot. You began pounding the girl on your shaft, hard and fast while she moaned with every thrust. It didn’t take long for her to practically scream out an orgasmic cry as her body spasmed. You let go of her and she flopped on top of you breathlessly.

“Yes, I did” you say casually, getting an airy laugh from Artemis “I like what Andraste has done with her little girl group” you comment as you begin to casually thrust into your foxy lover. She moaned happily as she snuggled into your chest. You wrap your arms around her and return your attention to the displays

****

“Damned Saxons!” one man cried as he watched more ships sail towards the beach. Fortuna merely stuck her hand out and summoned a storm. The clouds had already been formed and it had been raining for a good half hour now.

A giant wave formed at Fortuna’s demand, picking up a Saxon ship and slamming it into several other nearby ships. Many of the Saxons attempted to swim away from their ships, only for another wave to drag them to the bottom of the sea.

“Hahah!” shouted the Romano-Briton, watching in glee as the sea itself claimed the Saxon fleet. The man then turned to Fortuna and she looked back, a smirk on her lips.

“You had to get lucky sooner or later” She commented with a smirk

“WE had to get lucky” the man corrected with a chuckle. Around them the Saxon lines had begun to buckle and break, men throwing down their arms in some places now that there was no retreat. “LOOK OUT!” the Briton called out. Fortuna twisted around to see a ginger haired Saxon charging towards them, a lecherous look on his face and his eyes locked on her. His quarry was not having any of it though. Fortuna, with an unimpressed look on her face, ripped her sword from its sheath, cut the hand of the Saxon off and then jammed the point of her blade into his stomach, piercing his maille shirt. She held the blade there for a moment before jamming a sandaled foot into the Saxon’s chest and kicking him off of her blade.

The Briton came up beside her with a surprised look on his face as he surveyed the dead Saxon.

“Are you taken by any chance?” he asked Fortuna. The girl turned to look at the Briton

“Nope” she said before giving him a smirk. “But it looks like that’ll change for the night,” she added, getting a smirk from the man.

****

With a mental flick you dismiss the screens, deciding that you had seen enough for one day. You look down at the gently purring Artemis with fondness. It was less of a ‘purr’ and more of a ‘pleased hum’, but the fact that she does it like she’s purring is what made you refer to it as such. You roll the girl over, which makes her snap her eyes open in surprise as she looks up at you. You kiss her sweetly, even as you continue to gently thrust into her. The two of you carry on your gentle love making, kissing and making out with each other, as you slowly edge closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, Artemis arches her body and lets out a moan at the same time as you feel your climax hit, cumming into her as she herself orgasms.

You pull yourself out of Artemis and settle in beside the girl as you enjoy the afterglow. After several moments, you turn your head and look into the silvery eyes of your lover. There was a certain significance to her gaze, and you instinctively knew that there was much more to your latest round of love making than a mere orgasm.

“I love you Solus” your wife whispered into your ear before rolling over and draping herself over you.

“I love you too” you whisper back, wrapping your arms around her and closing your eyes.