Divinity - Part 2: Commandment
#2 of Divinity
Divinity
Part 2: Commandment
Yuna sighed in frustration looking at the word in front of her; she had come to understand much in the past few days. However, she was not able to comprehend a few words that Jansen was trying to teach her. She was able to form sentences and Jansen would often draw picture with actions to show the meaning of words although some words were concepts and she had to grasp them first before learning.
"Good morning" she sounded out and Jansen nodded in approval. From what she understood it was a way that Jansen greeted her when the sun rose up. There was much she had learned from him, she had learned how to read and write as well as some limited aspects of his language. She could also teach him as well, although it was hard for him to understand some words because she had no written language.
However a comparison of sorts had grown between them, anything that he showed her which she could not understand the workings of was deemed magic to her. Things like a lantern, compass, writing quill, and especially his flit and steel. The way she started a fire was by rubbing two sticks together, but with those particular two stones he could make fire almost instantly.
She also knew and understood now about his armor, it was not really his skin but some kind of protective garment. She still was awed by him though and thus tended to stay in the sanctum while he went out during the day, he would bring her food every so often and treated her kindly.
"Can you talk to your village for me?" Jansen asked making motions to relate to his questions. She understood it of sorts and tried to give the proper response.
"I try talk for you to village." Yuna responded dubiously.
"Good, well talk to them together" Jansen said and held out his hand to her. She took hold of it meekly and he carefully led her to the cavern entrance.
Fiiso sat outside the cave, he had not dared enter the sanctum after the Avatar showed such anger; what had he done wrong? Or perhaps the Divine One did not want a sacrifice at that specific time? Fiiso pondered this when he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the cavern.
He quickly rose to his feet and prepared to kneel and beg forgiveness. Yet the Avatar emerged from the cave, and along side the Divine One was the girl, unharmed yet looking quite nervous.
"Ah! Divine One! I'm sorry that I was not able to please you..." Fiiso began, but the Avatar raised his hand up and spoke words. The girl listened to the sounds and then she spoke.
"He is called Jan-sen, and he would like to speak with the village." Yuna hesitantly translated. Fiiso took a step back in surprise; the girl had learned the language of the Avatar? How was it she knew what he spoke? Fiiso thought for a bit and decided that he'd dwell on it later. He instead nodded and called out, urging the village to congregate.
"The Avatar speaks! Come all!" Fiiso shouted and the message was passed down to each member of the tribe. Soon mostly the entire village had gathered before Jansen and Yuna, but the greatest surprise was to Kalif who saw his daughter alive and well. He was about to run up and hug her but saw the Divine One standing protectively next to Yuna.
Yuna spoke strange words to the Avatar who nodded and then Yuna approached her father who gave her a hug with emotional tears running down his cheeks.
"Oh my little girl I thought they had sacrificed you!" Kalif looked Yuna over to make sure that it wasn't a dream. Yuna looked completely fine.
"Father the Divine One he calls himself Jansen and he is kind he didn't hurt me and he has powerful magic." She tried to explain hastily as she could. Kalif smiled and looked towards Jansen and nearly threw himself at the feet of the Avatar.
"Oh thank you for sparing my daughter great Jansen you truly are divine!" Kalif blabbed out, and Jansen only smiled and nodded before he spoke. Yuna listened and asked him questions back before attempting to speak a translation.
"Jansen does not want anyone to be afraid." Yuna said trying to pick the next words carefully. "He wants to help all of us until he can go home." The villagers began to murmur amongst themselves.
"How does the Avatar intend to do this?" Fiiso asked shaking his staff and thumping the ground with it. Fiiso was upset that the Divine One would choose this girl to be his tongue and not him, but would not argue Jansen's will.
"He will teach you his language so we can talk" Yuna replied and then spoke back to Jansen before adding. "He will also teach us some of his ways."
The village murmured again. Fiiso decided he would consult with the elders he called forth the two eldest males and the two eldest females and then discussed it for a brief while before Fiiso turned to Jansen and nodded in agreement to the terms. Yuna and Jansen spoke a bit more.
"I must go back with him to keep on learning his language, but Jansen says I will be unharmed." Yuna said to her father who nodded in agreement, as long as his daughter was alive and safe he would let her do the will of the Divine One.
With that Yuna took Jansen's hand and they walked back to the sanctum as the entire village talked about what was about to transpire.
Over the course of a week the villagers had a vague notion of literacy, they could all draw some words, as well as pronounce some, but they had difficulty comprehending. Although Yuna was always at Jansen's side, Fiiso was bound and determined to learn the divine language and he would try over and over to get the words right.
However it was not just the language that the villagers were learning. One day Jansen took some of the villagers out to look at rocks, after finding specific rocks he showed them how to make his divine fire. Some of the villagers were very hesitant to try it for it looked dangerous when the sparks flew. Yet Jansen would encourage them, Fiiso of course was all too eager to try.
"Look! Look! I made the divine fire!" he shouted triumphantly as he lit the tinder and kindling that he had gathered with the two sparking rocks. Fiiso was ever so proud, now he knew some of the Avatar's magic! The villagers cheered and Fiiso at that moment felt more empowered and alive than ever. Jansen's teachings did not stop there however. He taught the hunters how to make what he called "rope" out of plant skin. Then how to use the rope to catch some of the swift herd lizards with the use of what was called a "snare".
Jansen then taught them the secret of stone. He showed the hunters how to make what he called a "hatchet" using a large flat chipped rock and a stick bound with some rope. However he showed them how to cut wood with the stone hatchet. The hunters all tried making their own hatchets some with success others with no success, however Jansen once more tried to goad them on. Soon the hunters made their crude hand axes and they found it useful to cut limbs from branches among other things.
As the days moved on so did the lessons. Jansen taught them his cooking methods as well as helping them to fashion a very primitive "well" outside the village. Usually water was gathered from the stream with a large lizard hide and then carefully carried to the village. But they were astounded at some of the methods that Jansen taught them, in a month the villagers were able to make their own rope, some had created even more sturdy stone axes, and the well had made it convenient for gathering water to drink.
The day was ending and the villagers all retreated to their small huts, Jansen was surprised that some of them actually were making their huts sturdier by chopping branches from trees and using them to help reinforce the houses made of dead branches and long bush leaves. They actually were starting to gain greater comprehension of what could be accomplished.
"We sleep now?" Yuna inquired softly standing at Jansen's side. He looked to her and nodded; as he walked Yuna followed him up to the sanctum where Jansen set up his pack and clothes to lean against. Yuna lay down on Jansen's bedroll and pulled the blanket over her looking to the lion as he blew out the lantern and got ready to go to sleep.
She often wondered why he would sleep alone and not next to her, Yuna was curious about that and for a moment thought about it, but something nagged her telling not to question him. Yuna's thoughts churned as she started to drift off, well why not ask him? He was kind, he would answer her, why not ask?
"Jansen?" Yuna timidly spoke, she hoped that he was not yet asleep, even though he had already put out the light and it was darkening. She got a very soft purr of response.
"Yes?" Jansen responded; she could see his eyes open in the dark; his eyes shinned like holy fire in the fading light.
"Why you no sleep next to me?" she clumsily inquired. Jansen tilted his head to one side and she could feel his gaze coursing over her body.
"Would you like me to sleep next to you?" he softly asked the sound of purring coming from his throat. Yuna had learned that he made that sound when he was pleased. She gulped shyly and nodded. Jansen shifted from his place and moved towards her on his hands and knees. It was sort of a primal fear and wonder that griped the young female mink, but she stayed still letting the large male get extremely close to her.
Jansen lifted up the blanket and he carefully slid under them next to Yuna who lay frozen in place with mixed feelings of fear, amazement, and curiosity. Jansen gently wrapped his strong arms around Yuna and pulled her close to him. He was warm, as warm and strong as any male could be. His hands lightly stroking over the fur on her back as she cuddled up against him with a touch of uncertainty.
She could hear the thrumming of his purr; his hands were so caring, and gentle. It was a common thing in the village when a young woman wore jewelry she was not to be touched. When she took off her jewelry usually around twenty three summers that would indicate she was willing to breed. Yet some of the village males, would intentionally attempt to steal and or misplace the jewelry away from the girls. If a female lost their jewelry it was a shame, on top of that they were free game for any male. This usually resulted in the males raping their mates and after that, the females were bound to their new forced life partner.
However this was very new to Yuna, she had seen were other females had come of breeding time, and others forced into mating, but never before had she felt this; where a male caressed his partner; tenderly stroking her, seducing her. Yuna moved her arms up to his and embraced her body close to his pressing her breasts to his chest, her head resting against his neck listening to the sounds of his purring.
She wondered if Jansen could mate with her, what would happen? Would she have his little ones? Would they be half divine? Would she become divine if she submitted her body to him? She gathered up her courage and gulped.
"You want Oolu?" she asked hesitantly. Jansen's purring was interrupted as he pulled back a bit to look at her with curiosity.
"Oolu?" Jansen asked uncertain of what she was asking. However she confirmed her question taking his hand and moving it down over her belly and letting his hand rest on the soft quivering mound between her thighs. Jansen looked stunned at first but slowly his expression of surprise melted to that of lust and he purred even louder.
There was now no question about what she was asking. Jansen smiled to her and gave a nod as he shifted a bit removing his britches, as he did this Yuna removed her only article of clothing. Yuna was shocked to see that the lion was quite large, larger than any other male in the village, of course he was also much taller than most of the village males.
Jansen looked over Yuna admiring her body; she had soft brown fur, and prefect firm breasts, not to mention she did keep herself exceptionally well groomed. The wild patch of fur over her vagina showed she was a mature female ripe for mating with. Jansen moved close to her and leaned close his tongue licking over her lips lightly.
Yuna didn't know how to respond so she let him do as he wished. His lips met hers and his tongue gently moved to slip into her mouth and rubbed up against her tongue. Yuna responded back in kind she clumsily mimicked his affections. Jansen gingerly caressed Yuna's body as he kissed her, his throbbing erection pressing up to her belly making her gasp as she felt it's hotness pressing against her stomach.
Jansen was eager to take her, but he didn't want to indiscriminately ravish her. After all she was such a small creature her head only reaching just below his pectorals when they stood face to face. So instead he concentrated on soothing her, she was a bit stiff in his arms but his constant caressing soon made her ease down and relax. He was amazed at how soft she was, and his member throbbed with the thought of taking her.
Yuna gave a soft squeak as Jansen now laid her back on the bedroll and his tongue licked down between her breasts softly his hands caressing those firm globes of flesh as his tongue moved to her left nipple licking it and then her right. The mink girl let out a soft gasp and trembled; her arms wrapping around Jansen's body tighter, pulling him to her, and encouraging him to bestow more pleasures upon her form.
Jansen's right hand strayed from the mink's breast and he slowly and experimentally dipped his index finger into her heat. She reacted with a startled jump but did not pull away. Jansen grinned to her as his finger slowly slid in and out of that moist warm slit. His cock was aching more than ever now; he simply had to have her!
Yuna felt him pull his finger from her and he licked it tasting her before he moved up over her into position.
His hands guided her legs open as she lay on her back, she whimpered a bit as the lion took hold of his shaft and brushed the tip of it to her vulnerable and quivering vaginal entrance. Jansen watched her as he careful pressed the head of it into her, he paused as it slipped into her and she gasped stiffening. The little virgin mink clenched her eyes shut and clutched the blanket her body twitching softly.
She was so cute, so sexy, and Jansen savored her every response as he slid a bit more into her and felt his member beginning to press to her hymen. He stopped there as she let out a squeak and opened her eyes with a pleading expression, it was difficult to tell if she wanted him to continue or stop. However, she made no indication for him to cease his actions so Jansen pressed forward a bit more.
Yuna felt something in her break, she gave a sharp yet suppressed cry and Jansen stopped looking to her with concern. She panted softly the pain was brief and was fading from her senses.
"Are you alright?" Jansen said not moving any further. Yuna was a bit confused, she had just felt something break in her, and yet she would not deny him the pleasures of her body. She nodded hesitantly and Jansen kissed her again, his tongue rubbing to hers as he started to press forward again.
Jansen was amazed at how tight she was, of course she was smaller than him, yet she was taking her first time penetration well. He eased forward into her and soon his hips met hers as he felt his cock head bump gently to her cervix and Yuna let out a muffled cry between their kiss. Her hands clutched at his mane and her back arching slightly.
Yuna felt a jolt of sensation as Jansen was now fully inside her, she whimpered feeling him gently grind his hips up to hers, his tongue still caressing hers. Then he began to withdraw back. Yuna was unsure of what to expect, she had once see one of the village girls get carried off and unwillingly mated. It looked painful for the young female as Yuna had observed; when the male had begun to rut, the girl was screaming and trying to get the male off her. Yet with Jansen, this was different; it felt like pain and it also started feeling good as well.
Yuna would not push him away; instead she clung to him with a shiver and let him sink back into her in a smooth slow stroke. Jansen's action was rewarded by a lustful gasp from the female as she again arched her back from the sensation of him burying himself back into her to the hilt, he went slowly letting himself build momentum as the female below him gasped, moaned, and squealed with his smooth easy thrusting.
Yuna felt as if she were in heaven; she could feel that rod bumping into her belly as her inner walls clamped down around the lion's cock. She felt his tail moving down and wrapping around her leg as if to anchor her in place. It really didn't matter she wasn't going anywhere now as her his were grinding back to his with every movement. She felt a building sensation within her body and she willed with all her might to keep from screaming out in pleasure.
Jansen was already at the verge of his climax and he felt encouraged to reach it as Yuna began to tremble under him. The leonine knight knew soon his release would be imminent and his lips crushed to the mink girls as he felt his fluids rising from his sperm heavy testicles. He gave a brief grunt as his orgasm was unleashed, his hot seed pouring from the tip of his penis and flooding the girl's soft womb.
Yuna gasped and gave a muffled scream of pleasure into Jansen's mane as she also peaked and her body betrayed her with ecstasy. She felt every hot rope of his cum being thrown into her uterus which welcomed the searing tide of semen. Jansen nearly collapsed on Yuna but heaved a contented sigh as Yuna lay panting under him, her body writhing with the feel of his cum inside her.
The Mink found herself being scooped up and then laying on Jansen's chest as he lay on his back, letting her rest on top of him. His arms held her to his body as he purred and softly murmured her name in bliss, his hands stroking down her back. He pulled out slowly from her and at that point Yuna was at a crossroad of mixed feeling. Yet she felt so hot, so warm, and so safe in his arms. She was unsure of what his divine release into her would bring, but she was prepared to accept whatever it is that would come of the union.
All through the night they slept, Yuna snuggling to her leonine lover and Jansen keeping the blanket around them for warmth. It was sure to be a new and interesting day for them both. When Yuna awoke she felt a bit stiff all over but she quickly remembered the events that had taken place and she rested her head to Jansen's chest. He in turn gave a light moan and shifted a bit.
However when the sun lit the sanctum Jansen blinked awake and looked down to Yuna smiling brightly. She returned the smile and he shifted gently so that they both lay on their sides face to face on the bedroll. Yuna was running her hand through his mane like she did last night and she found something odd. It was some kind of dried dark substance under her nail and some in Jansen's mane. She sniffed it curiously and realized that it was blood! She felt down her body for injury but could not find any.
Jansen looked with concern at Yuna who frantically was patting down her body; he relaxed a bit when she breathed a sigh of relief and then looked curiously at the dried blood on her nails. Jansen felt that she had raked her nails over the back of his neck; she had only broken the skin and not much else. Yet he was going to be a bit sore for a while, at least his mane covered the injury, a small price to pay for the pleasure they felt.
Yuna was bemused, Avatars didn't bleed did they? She knew though what would happen; if Jansen was revealed to be mortal the tribe would execute him for misleading them. She made an oath to herself to not tell anyone this, especially after the fact that she and he were now officially mated. She looked to Jansen who seemed more confused than concerned.
"If village see you bleed they kill you." She said meekly in her broken speech. Jansen took a moment to absorb what she was saying with a worried expression.
"I not say you bleed." She assured him and pressed her cheek to his chest. Jansen nodded and held her close with a sigh. It was going to be a bit rough ahead, but now Jansen felt as if he had something to live for, he had more to show the natives. Just so long as Yuna stayed with him he felt like there was so much more to accomplish.
The hunters had set out early that day they now were armed with new tools, the Avatar had taught them to make bows and arrows roughly equivalent to small spears but with far greater force. They carefully prowled the jungle, watching for any signs of movement senses keen and ready.
There was some rustling in the bushes and the hunters all crouched waiting for prey to emerge, although mostly out here there was only three types of prey, plant eating lizards, meat eating lizards, and other sentient beings. As it turned out what emerged from the underbrush was the latter. A child of sorts, some kind of species the hunters had never seen before.
The child did not look dangerous but it was wounded. The hunters circled the child and cautiously approached it. The young creature had long ears and next to no tail. It had white fur with splotches of red, although the red was not natural. A gash ran long the back of the child and it gasped out.
"H-help..." it said before it collapsed. The hunters were startled that the child knew the Avatar's tongue and they instantly attended to the wounded child. Carefully the lead hunter picked up youngling and they made their way back to the village with haste. When they returned with the child the instantly called out for Jansen who upon seeing the strange youth ran over and careful took the child from the hunter's arms.
"Randal!" Jansen shouted trying to get the boy to respond. Randal was the young aspiring squire who had been with his unit, getting riding lizards prepped, making sure that all consumables were accounted for, even polishing armor. Now the boy was barely alive. The rabbit boy's eyes fluttering as he hovered on the edge of unconsciousness.
"Water! Water!" Jansen shouted and the villagers scurried to grant Jansen's request. Yuna stood behind Jansen with concern. She approached cautiously and looked over the lapin boy.
"Yuna, get me the bandages from my pack!" Jansen shouted at the villagers brought over a hide filled with water and Jansen dipped his hand in and tried to get the boy to drink. Yuna hastily retreated back to the sanctum and came back with the linen wrappings. She was glad she had learned that word now that this child's life hung in the balance. The boy finished taking a sip and after that Jansen tore off one of his sleeves and dipped part of it into the water. He carefully squeezed the water out onto the boys wound, and Randal let out a yelp of pain.
Jansen held the boy still and carefully used one end of the torn sleeve to squeeze out water and the other side to rub out the wound. Jansen was about to start bandaging the wounds when Fiiso spoke.
"Wait!" said the old shaman and approached. Fiiso reached into his side pouch of lizard skin pulling out a dark colored leaf. He put it in his mouth and chewed it up until it seemed as though it were just mush coming from his mouth. He took the icky mashed up mess and held his staff over the boys head.
"Great spirits of the Earth and Heavens grant me the power to deliver this child from death!" Fiiso spoke as he mashed the thick paste into the boy's injury. Jansen didn't stop Fiiso and after the shaman had finished his chant Jansen wound the strange cloth around the boy's torso to cover the wound and then carried him into the sanctum.
Fiiso watched as Jansen and Yuna walked away with the boy. The shaman was sure that the Divine One would heal the boy in addition to his own remedy and then they could find out the boys purpose. How did the young one know the Avatar? Fiiso would have to ponder this further and he walked back to his hut to contemplate.
Randal thought at first he was dead when he saw Jansen, but soon realized that it was real. The lapin was in no condition to talk but he simply had to tell what happened.
"Sir Jansen... danger... Lord Kligror..." Randal rasped, Jansen looked over him concerned.
"Save your strength Randal." Jansen said "Tell me about it when you've had some rest."
"No sir... can't wait... Lord Kligror... moving to the south... coalition fifty strong... entire unit dead... barely escaped four days ago..." then Randal could say no more. The rabbit gave a shuddering sigh and then fell unto unconsciousness. Jansen's expression hardened. Lord Kligror was a vicious nobleman who had amassed a contingent of mercenaries. He joined forces with an opposing faction and now was hired out as a extermination squad.
His group of hired killers would mop up after a battle taking out any small number of knights that were separated from the main force. From what Randal had said it looked as thought Kligror was still on the prowl. Jansen knew that if that merciless force were to find the village, they would enslave or kill everyone. However, Jansen would not let that happen. He began devising a plan that night, and hoped that it would be enough to keep the village safe.
Yuna stayed up with Jansen all night, watching him make plans in chalk on the stone floor. In the meantime she made sure to try and keep the injured squire comfortable, making sure the blanket kept him warm, and every so often when he would awaken for a short while, give him water and some food. Thing were about to get more complex...