Kindred Spirits

She couldn't do it, Kaoma just couldn't face a complete stranger like this, she opened back the door and called after the two women who had not gotten very far.

Seeing her ward nervous, Lady Hilda set out to console her but frustrated Lady Gertrude snapped, "do you not know what to do... do you want me to draw you some diagrams!"

At first she looked at Lady Gertrude in disgust but then she asked "what happens if I can't get pregnant?"

"You are young and healthy, you just need to do it as many times as possible before Captain Herbert returns. Remember you're not doing this for yourself but to keep Sarika safe. She has no one else to depend on but you. But to put your mind at ease, I see it in the stars that you will carry a child to full term, anything else?"

Lady Kaoma, feeling even for a fraction of a minute a bit comforted, answered, "that's all I have been wanting to hear."

She watched the two women disappear around the corner before she closed the door behind her for the final time that night.

With the stranger chained to the bed it appeared much smaller.

Strangely enough Kaoma was empowered by curiosity to approach the bed. 

She wanted to see for herself what her guardians deemed handsome because she was convinced more times that they were from another planet with their radical ideologies. 

He did not look well with the cold iron wrapped around his wrists and ankles instinctively she felt the urge to free him but intuitively she held back.

The cold metal was there for her protection, she was about to take advantage of him.

Who knows if he would react violently to her touching his body without consent.

To think that in a span of a week she would get this up close and personal with the male anatomy was mind blowing. 

The condemned man lay like a sleeping beauty on the bed with no sheet covering him and his black hair spilled out on a pillow like a shroud.

His breathing was light and she wished silently that he would open his eyes but even though he wouldn't open them she could tell that he was awake.

Simply because his member that had first been flaccid when she entered the room had now sprung to attention and seemed to be growing bigger under her scrutiny.

Slightly embarrassed she turned her attention to removing her clothes and putting them neatly into the dirty clothes basket.

Now she was just as naked as the prisoner and self conscious about her looks, she was aware that she was nothing like what the men around Castle Hellshire found attractive. 

She was thin, with small breasts and a perky butt, she supposed her hips were wide enough to push a baby through.

Kaoma had never really given much thought to the lower region of her body and now to her surprise, beneath her curls she felt a dampness that grew from staring at the man.

Somewhat faint but her arousal made her slippery and ready for him, even as she wondered if she was being too hasty. 

In her heart Kaoma knew what she was about to do would be frowned upon by her peers.

It was a contrast in emotions to be nervous half the time and feeling herself in the next.

Tonight she felt emboldened, to have this stranger writhing below her on the bed, the bedroom ritual would seem less of a duty if she gave herself over freely to it.

Intrigued by his large male body which was vastly different from her petite frame. 

All was forgotten as his green eyes were now firmly fixed on her body.

It was unexpected that in his returning gaze he looked upon Kaoma as if she was beautiful, a bold painting with a decadent display of nudity and allure. 

His eyes reminded her of the ancient and mysteriousness of the green forest filled with history and secrets untold.

"Kaoma," he managed to moan, even as his throat felt bone dry at the sight of her.

It was the most that Maxixe could manage to say under the circumstances, since it felt that all of his available blood supply had now left his brain and rushed to his manhood.

Did she hear wrong...did he really just say her name? How did he know her name? Perhaps he overheard her guardians in conversation.

Just who was this man that Captain Herbert had hated on sight and condemned to public execution?

She didn't get the impression that he was from the serving class as his eyes boldly met her own.

For his enthusiasm, she gave him a shy smile in return and scooted closer to him over the white sheets.

Yet even though she couldn't quite figure it out she felt like they were kindred spirits like there was a connection between them that entwined their fates.

Puzzled by this absurd feeling of familiarity she shrugged it off surely she would never forget a face like that, one that rivaled a porcelain Greek sculpture for perfection.

As if to challenge her authority, he winked at her.

This behavior caught her even more off guard, making her a nervous wreck and causing her to stumble.

Kaoma was glad that at least one of them would find this night amusing for right now.

Even her hands were shaking as she tried to control her nerves to give the impression of having the upperhand in the bedroom. 

Remember the plan, she reminded herself this man was just a small cork screw in the large wheel of fate.

He was to be used like a tool, worked until dull, then discarded when it had fulfilled its obligations, that's the only way she could make this plan work in her head.

What's that smell?

Aside from the metallic smell of the cold iron that made him feel weak and defenseless, sapping his strength.

There was another overpowering smell emanating from the room and it wasn't from any incense or candle either it was a distinctly unique smell.

Was it coming from Lady Kaoma?

When she was a child she had no such smell he was certain of it.

Maxixe had considered her all but human despite her affinity to see creatures from his world.

He had thought nothing about it since many people from her world were blessed with the gift of sight.

But now as the scent threatened to overwhelm his senses he began to feel differently about the matter.