Post by Rain on Aug 30, 2013 22:00:30 GMT -5
WISH #1
A rustling, almost inaudible in the general noise of the rainforest, was the sole thing to mark the passing of Bana, expert hunter of the Na tribe—or, at least, that's what she liked to tell herself. Really, she was only a moderately skilled hunter at best, and not even an adult at that! At least she could console herself with the knowledge that the second was about to change, and she'd soon get an adult name to call her own.
The right to wear jewellery and wear clothing without having first killed the creature it came from with her bare hands would be a wonderful addition, too. Though... she'd have to find some treasure to take back to the tribe proper before she could go back. Two months in, and Bana had yet to find the slightest hint of anything valuable.
She had to admit that it wasn't the longest that anyone in the tribe had been gone, yet. Her older sister Apal had been gone for a full three, and her mother said that her great-aunt Keewee had taken four and a half. Both of them, though, had found entire treasure troves, and most of their time had been taken up just carting their finds back.
Bana? Well, she was pitifully dressed and armed given the length of her trip, and she'd yet to find even a coin from the world outside the jungle!
Sighing, the short girl stopped at the next pool, gazing down. Purple eyes, short brown hair—nothing special there. Dirty tan skin with a few scars and minimalist face tattoos? Nothing remarkable for a child with her experience. But...
The short girl cupped her nude breasts, jiggling the globes. Sure, she was muscled... but unlike every other girl she knew, these boobs just... wouldn't go away! She'd heard that there were bigger from the few members of the tribe to go out of the village, but she was still young, and the cumbersome flesh was just growing and growing...
Releasing her chest, the hunter slumped down and kicked her feet in the water. Two months, and she'd survived entirely on fruits and roots. She'd not even found the stuff she knew was good for a spear! Why did they have to get sent off with nothing, not even clothing? It made everything so difficult, and the nights were getting colder.
After a few more minutes of self-pity, Bana climbed to her feet and began to find today's meal. She'd just have to keep trying; she'd find something sooner or later!
Another two months later, and Bana was wondering if she'd even be able to find her way home should she find anything. So far away from the village... and it was raining so hard that she couldn't even work out where anything was. Not that this was any change from normal; everything beyond arms' length was too blurry to make out properly. People always complained that she got too close when all she was trying to do was make out their faces.
Taking refuge in the hollow of a tree trunk, the tribal girl was startled to see a shape enter the tree with her. If it was a tiger or worse—like the Marmalade Chequered Gazebo—then she was going to have a tough fight on her hands.
Bana needn't have worried—it was just an oversized bird. A Moa, she thought she'd heard the tribe elders call it? This one appeared to be the Greater Pied Moa, alternating black and white and getting almost too close for comfort. Then the bird waddled off to one corner of the room and seated itself, having apparently decided that the short-sighted hunter wouldn't be a threat to it or its almost-empty nest.
It couldn't have been more wrong. Less than ten minutes later, the girl had enthusiastically, and rapidly, made a spit, a fire, and prepared its carcass with a bunch of spices. She might not have been any good at the actual hunting side of things, but when it came to using her hands as weapons and food? No-one in the Na Tribe, or even the infamous Nii Tribe that they'd fought with once or twice, had been able to stand a chance.
Shame that the course of normal conversation had turned out to be everything that was needed to make the Nii Tribe run screaming in terror.
Tucking into the first meat she'd had on this entire ridiculous journey, Bana felt a bit of regret that she didn't have the know-how to turn its feathers into a cloak or something. That would be awesome and amazingly practical, keeping her both warm and dry. She wasn't really a tailor though, and working with feathers like that... she stood no chance.
She'd just have to make the most of the meat and eat it all before it got cold, then. Curling up as far from the stinging rain outside as she could, Bana worked her way through the bird's carcass, eventually giving up and concluding she'd just have to eat the few bits that were left when she got up tomorrow. For now... she'd have to sleep, and hope the rain lightened up a bit before she got home.
Bana was woken up in the middle of the night, having rolled over and jammed something... hard into her butt. Irritated and groggy, the hunter groped around, having trouble finding the source of her pain for a few seconds and succeeding only in squeezing her own rear.
When she successfully found the source of the trouble, the nude bolted upright and scrambled over to the fire's dying embers, gazing at her find in wonder. Could it be... had she successfully finished her quest in a bird's nest, entirely by accident?
Hope dimmed as Bana ran her eyes over the discovered ring. Oh, it was beautiful—incredibly, at that—and cleaned up a bit would be absolutely gorgeous, but... a simple silver band with odd purple etchings just wasn't enough of a treasure to justify her return. If she did head home like this, she'd be stuck at the bottom of the social ladder, barely an adult and given none of the accompanying privileges.
Maybe if she found another Pied Moa—they were just as eager to steal shiny things as the fabled 'magpies' from the lands further south—and raided its nest, she'd find enough silver to finish her quest, or even gold or rust-free iron! She'd have to start that such in the morning, it was still late and she needed more sleep.
Smiling, pleased with her discovery of where to look for nests and treasures, the hunter fell asleep with one thumb stroking her only piece of jewellery.
When Bana woke, slowly driving off the fog of sleep, she wondered why the inside of the try felt so... warm. Warm and soft. In fact, it felt and sounded nothing like a tree. Even with the heavy rain and occasional thunder continuing outside, the sound was almost like... breath!
Jumping to her feet and spinning around, Bana took the most ready posture she could, staring down at her pillow. It was a bit hard for her to see it clearly, but that was most definitely a woman: long purple hair, dark skin, and considerably taller than her own meagre height. Definitely not from the jungle tribes; she didn't know of anyone taller than five foot three; her cousin was a veritable giant. Bana's small (even for the tribe, and that was embarrassing) height of four foot two... that was nothing next to this newcomer.
As for the woman part, well... there was no mistaking the large mounds, also greater than the poor hunter's, contained under that ridiculously fancy, silken dress.
“Wa-Wa-Wassa a foreign princess doin' in my tree?” Bana asked shakily, shaken by the thought that this woman had the skills to creep into her tree and underneath her without disturbing her sleep at all.
The dark-skinned stranger gave an undignified snort and rose to her feet, eyes glittering mischievously. Bana, though, found this even more terrifying: she was so tiny in comparison. If she was half as tall again, she'd be about level with this girl's nose! She was huge!
Leaning in close and crouching so her eyes were level, the woman spoke with a voice that, to Bana's shock, made her stomach tingle... really, really weirdly, “I'm not a princess, silly girl. I am Zephyra Kaziseirei, Djinn of the Winter Winds.”
“Wassa Djinn?” the brunette asked, blinking a few times. Djinn of Winter Winds? And why hadn't she answered the question about how she got here.
With a lengthy sigh—oh, how Bana could listen to that wonderful voice all day, even with the weird feelings!--and dramatic gesture, Zephyra collapsed back into her seated position against the tree, dragging the nude hunter onto her lap and turning her chest into an improvised pillow.
“A djinn is an elemental spirit, the embodiment of a particular type of wind. The weakest are the djinn of breezes through particular gullies and the like, imperceptible to humans and with no power other than to guide their wind through their homes. Those sort of djinn are unknown to most, and rightly so. They have no intellect or form.”
“The next class of djinn govern larger regions. For instance, one I once knew was the Djinn of the Golden Coast. They are powerful within their domains, and can potentially alter the weather immediately if angered. Even outside, they retain considerable durability. Their intelligence, however, leaves much to be desired, and their forms are bestial.”
“The final class of djinn are those such as myself, who embody entire classes of winds. The most powerful, in order, are the Djinn of Winter Winds and Djinn of Summer Winds, the Djinn of the East Winds, the Djinn of the South Winds, and the Djinn of the West Winds and Djinn of the North Winds. We have enormous powers over weather and the air, as well as the effects most associated with our particular winds—for instance, I can do anything imaginable with ice and cold.”
“Strictly speaking, our names are inaccurate—I am, properly speaking, Djinn of the Winds of the Coldest Seasons, but the correct titles are less catchy.”
“But how are you—” Bana started.
“How am I here? Simple! Aside from our enormous atmospheric abilities, each of us has enough raw magical power to alter reality in a local area, gathered from wherever our winds blow. A man of vast, incalculable power once summoned and bound the lot of us in some jewellery he had prepared. He determined that this could be used three times a year without permanently weakening both us and our winds, so he insured that when summoned by rubbing our prisons, we would be bound to access the power we otherwise cannot use—to perform three tasks prefaced with 'I Wish', once per year.”
“This was a long, long time ago, now. The enchantments have warped with age, so we no longer have to follow the orders to the spirit of things, and it's only three of these 'wishes' per person.”
“And now you know what a djinn is,” Zephyra concluded, cheerfully wrapping her arms around the tiny girl on her lap.
Bana sat there, stunned. That was... too much information. Way, way too much information. It made her head spin, and she'd already forgotten the stuff about the weaker djinn. Hadn't Zeph-thingy ever heard of spreading information out rather than burying you in the stuff?
The huge djinn's playing with Bana's bountiful chest snapped the brunette out of it, and made the weird feeling in her stomach even worse. Slapping away the hands, she determinedly wriggled out of the grip and rose to her feet, for the first time in her young life actually feeling somewhat self-conscious about her nudity.
“Y-You said I have a wish?” she asked.
“Yup! Three, even. You don't have to use them now if you don't want, though. I'm not going anywhere, I'm bound to the ring.”
Bana thought about this. It was a spur of the moment decision, but... if she brought back a person with her, and had them in some sort of position that meant she was in charge... that would count as a treasure! The tribe had real trouble with bringing in new blood for any reason, so another person was just as valuable, if not more, than gold and steel!
“I-I wish that you are my concubine!” the hunter said, voice as commanding as she could make it. This was... not very. She was too soft-spoken to manage a commanding tone.
Zephyra's face went blank for a second as she processed this command.'Are'—either Bana was a lot smarter than she looked, or she'd lucked out. She could pervert the spirit of a request, but not the letter—and present tense meant she couldn't just rewrite their initial meeting to have her briefly enter and leave concubinage nor put it off to a point long after Bana was dead and buried.
The blank mask was replaced with a wide grin soon enough. It wasn't as if the girl wasn't cute, and she had a nice body—plus she didn't seem to have the faintest clue about the implications of a concubine. This... this could be fun. Lots and lots of fun.
The djinn snapped her fingers, dress and fancy clothes disappearing in favour of some lingerie and jewellery. She lit up internally at the blush on Bana's face—so cute! Even though she was clearly used to naked people, the outfit still had such a fun effect on her. Though she had to admit that she was sex on legs, increased djinn power seemed to link with physical attractiveness...
“So... if I'm going to be sharing your bed, do I get to know your name?” Zephyra questioned, once more pulling the tiny girl onto her lap, wrapping her arms around her stomach once again. The girl's body was so soft, despite the clearly defined muscle. Such an unlucky little thing, then; there was no way she could ever be as hard and tough as she looked.
But it did make her so much more fun to hug.
Bana squirmed again, but this time her new concubine—magically sealed and all—wasn't letting her get away, and she was forced to stay and enjoy the warm body beneath her. It wasn't so bad, all things considered, but it was embarrassing to be treated like a child. Just because this djinn was so huge...!
“Explain the red splodges on your body first,” the brunette petulantly demanded, her position causing her to miss the baffled look on Zephyra's face.
Red... splodges?”You couldn't possibly mean my tattoos, could you? There isn't so much space that you could have difficulty seeing them, even in this light.”
Blushing furiously once more, Bana got out an explanation about her appalling eyesight—complete with not even being able to recognise her own mother if she wasn't within hugging distance. She didn't expect to be picked right up and spun around and declared 'too cute!'
Finally, when the energetic djinn had calmed down, Bana gave her name, muttering it under her breath as if that would make her concubine think that she had just misheard it a bit, and not actually heard the entirety of the short name.
No such luck. Even worse, the purple-haired woman appeared to be familiar with many tribal customs, complete with naming and a quest to prove that she was worthy of being declared an adult.
“So... you're still just a child in the eyes of your tribe? How old are you?” Zephyra asked, drumming a pattern on Bana's thigh. She seemed like she should be older than anyone went on the quest. Maybe this was her second attempt and she'd failed the first?
“'Round thirteen, been out here for... four or five months?” Bana mumbled, hunching over and trying to look even smaller than she normally did. Why did this djinn have to ask all the awkward and difficult questions? Couldn't she take some time out to ask about something simple and nice, like her favourite food, or what she was good at?
The drumbeat of Zephyra's fingers—and, oddly, the sound of rain falling on the trees outside—stopped as the older girl thought her way through this. She was, in effect, the partner of someone some decade and a half younger than she'd ever consider. The apparent naivety... well, she'd thought it was just inexperience, but it was far more likely to be an actual lack of knowledge.
They sat like this in silence for several minutes, until Bana was getting fidgety and Zephyria had decided that she just had to ask: “Bana, do you know what a concubine is? What a concubine does?”
“It's a really close friend, isn't it?” the brunette replied, revealing the stunning depths of her naivety, “You're my concubine, and that means that you're always going to be around to ask for help.”
Wincing a little, Zephyra explained the purpose of a concubine. Then, when that raised more questions, she explained what sex was. When that raised more questions, she continued to explain reproduction. That led back to sex—and why, exactly, two girls would do something like that together when there wasn't any chance of babies.
Finally, face so flushed that it could be used to fry eggs, Bana declared that it was time for them to start on the journey back to the tribe. Barely giving Zephyra chance to get up out of her seated position, she started running, taking to the trees almost immediately, moving from one blurry branch to another on reflex.
She was a bit put out that not only did Zephyra have no difficulty in keeping up, she seemed able to fly backwards and keep an eye on her that way—without even hitting a branch.
“I can read the air,” was the only explanation that she got given.
Late that night, Bana was having trouble sleeping. Not only was she trying to process the events of the day and work out what, exactly, to do with her remaining two wishes, there was a hand dangerously close to... there. Zephyra, apparently, had no trouble with where her hand ended up in her sleep.
To make things even more awkward for the teen, every time she thought about the hand and the odd feelings she'd had all day, her mind went back to what she'd learned. It seemed almost unreal—her mother had told her that babies grew on trees! But she'd never seen a baby tree, and she had seen women looking oddly round before there were new babies...
Really, Bana had gotten the wording of her wish right entirely by luck. When it came to thinking things through and putting two and two together, you couldn't really get that much worse. She could work things out with prompting, but getting her to engage her brain was rather... difficult.
Attention entirely focused on the hand, the hunter started when she felt it brush against her body. At first, she thought that it was Zephyra's hand, but then she realised that it wasn't the djinn moving. It was her—did she really want this so badly?
Her hips answered for her, pressing against the larger girl's fingers insistently. It... it was good, but she wanted more, so much more. Grinding at fingers that moved just as she did just wasn't enough, but with the dark-skinned djinn's other arm pinning her hands out of the way...
“You sure you want to do that?” Zephyra's voice startled the brunette once more, this time only making her hips jerk against the fingers once again, helplessly mewling as this achieved absolutely no measure of relief, “I don't do gentle, and you can't get away with doing this just once. Sure you don't want to save it for when you're older?”
Bana's reply was quite simple: once again trying to get some measure of relief from the teasing hand. The difference, this time, was that there was some resistance, the fingers pushing down against the mass of damp curls.
“We're going to do something about this stuff, I'm not a fan. It just gets in the way,” Zephyra muttered disapprovingly, taking over properly and toying with the virgin pussy she'd been offered. Unsurprisingly, Bana didn't seem entirely content to keep to the pace the djinn set, continuing to push for more; more contact and more speed.
She got exactly what she was after, an unfamiliar digit pushing into her body, stopping the thrusting almost immediately as the hunter attempted to adjust to the strange, unfamiliar feeling. She didn't get the chance, none of the djinn's fingers stilling, and the other hand roughly playing with her breasts.
“Really, you should be glad that I'm going easy on you now, things are going to be a lot rougher the next time, I just want to get to sleep again, is all,” her tormentor said, tone conversational as if she was having tea rather than toying with Bana's body.
The combination of the djinn's vast experience and the hunter's complete inexperience shortened the experience considerably, barely any time passing between Zephyra's waking and Bana's loud, unmistakeable climax.
“If anything attacks us in the night, you're dealing with it, noisy.”
The next morning, mortified by her lack of control, Bana very deliberately avoided looking at her concubine as she converted two pelts into clothing, using the tiger's teeth to hold it all together. A strip of fabric—and she wasn't going to ask where Zephyra got that—was doing duty as a bandage from where the Marmalade Chequered Gazebo had cut her in the fight.
When her inept tailoring was complete, Bana turned her attention to the djinn, wondering what she was staring at so intently. If she was even staring... she couldn't really be sure.
Confirmation that Bana was indeed being stared at came a few seconds later as she felt herself get very... cold. A glance downwards confirmed her panic was deserved: her entire groin was frozen solid, and the ice seemed to be climbing up her stomach!
Just as quickly as it had come, the ice was gone, leaving a phantom chill that rapidly dissipated in the warm sun and a feeling of... bareness?
“Told you I was going to get rid of that,” Zephyra teased, finger briefly stroking the hunter's bald pussy, “And I admire your skirt and all, but I do have to wonder what use it serves if it doesn't cover anything.”
Blushing for what felt like the millionth time over the course of the past day, Bana managed an explanation—the gazebo-pelt top was for support, the skirt was just to show off—and then rushed off again. The quest wasn't over until they got back to the tribe, and she couldn't wait to get her adult name...
Keeping an eye out for some decent vines, Zephyra followed close behind. This journey was going to be fun.
WISH #1 END.
A rustling, almost inaudible in the general noise of the rainforest, was the sole thing to mark the passing of Bana, expert hunter of the Na tribe—or, at least, that's what she liked to tell herself. Really, she was only a moderately skilled hunter at best, and not even an adult at that! At least she could console herself with the knowledge that the second was about to change, and she'd soon get an adult name to call her own.
The right to wear jewellery and wear clothing without having first killed the creature it came from with her bare hands would be a wonderful addition, too. Though... she'd have to find some treasure to take back to the tribe proper before she could go back. Two months in, and Bana had yet to find the slightest hint of anything valuable.
She had to admit that it wasn't the longest that anyone in the tribe had been gone, yet. Her older sister Apal had been gone for a full three, and her mother said that her great-aunt Keewee had taken four and a half. Both of them, though, had found entire treasure troves, and most of their time had been taken up just carting their finds back.
Bana? Well, she was pitifully dressed and armed given the length of her trip, and she'd yet to find even a coin from the world outside the jungle!
Sighing, the short girl stopped at the next pool, gazing down. Purple eyes, short brown hair—nothing special there. Dirty tan skin with a few scars and minimalist face tattoos? Nothing remarkable for a child with her experience. But...
The short girl cupped her nude breasts, jiggling the globes. Sure, she was muscled... but unlike every other girl she knew, these boobs just... wouldn't go away! She'd heard that there were bigger from the few members of the tribe to go out of the village, but she was still young, and the cumbersome flesh was just growing and growing...
Releasing her chest, the hunter slumped down and kicked her feet in the water. Two months, and she'd survived entirely on fruits and roots. She'd not even found the stuff she knew was good for a spear! Why did they have to get sent off with nothing, not even clothing? It made everything so difficult, and the nights were getting colder.
After a few more minutes of self-pity, Bana climbed to her feet and began to find today's meal. She'd just have to keep trying; she'd find something sooner or later!
Another two months later, and Bana was wondering if she'd even be able to find her way home should she find anything. So far away from the village... and it was raining so hard that she couldn't even work out where anything was. Not that this was any change from normal; everything beyond arms' length was too blurry to make out properly. People always complained that she got too close when all she was trying to do was make out their faces.
Taking refuge in the hollow of a tree trunk, the tribal girl was startled to see a shape enter the tree with her. If it was a tiger or worse—like the Marmalade Chequered Gazebo—then she was going to have a tough fight on her hands.
Bana needn't have worried—it was just an oversized bird. A Moa, she thought she'd heard the tribe elders call it? This one appeared to be the Greater Pied Moa, alternating black and white and getting almost too close for comfort. Then the bird waddled off to one corner of the room and seated itself, having apparently decided that the short-sighted hunter wouldn't be a threat to it or its almost-empty nest.
It couldn't have been more wrong. Less than ten minutes later, the girl had enthusiastically, and rapidly, made a spit, a fire, and prepared its carcass with a bunch of spices. She might not have been any good at the actual hunting side of things, but when it came to using her hands as weapons and food? No-one in the Na Tribe, or even the infamous Nii Tribe that they'd fought with once or twice, had been able to stand a chance.
Shame that the course of normal conversation had turned out to be everything that was needed to make the Nii Tribe run screaming in terror.
Tucking into the first meat she'd had on this entire ridiculous journey, Bana felt a bit of regret that she didn't have the know-how to turn its feathers into a cloak or something. That would be awesome and amazingly practical, keeping her both warm and dry. She wasn't really a tailor though, and working with feathers like that... she stood no chance.
She'd just have to make the most of the meat and eat it all before it got cold, then. Curling up as far from the stinging rain outside as she could, Bana worked her way through the bird's carcass, eventually giving up and concluding she'd just have to eat the few bits that were left when she got up tomorrow. For now... she'd have to sleep, and hope the rain lightened up a bit before she got home.
Bana was woken up in the middle of the night, having rolled over and jammed something... hard into her butt. Irritated and groggy, the hunter groped around, having trouble finding the source of her pain for a few seconds and succeeding only in squeezing her own rear.
When she successfully found the source of the trouble, the nude bolted upright and scrambled over to the fire's dying embers, gazing at her find in wonder. Could it be... had she successfully finished her quest in a bird's nest, entirely by accident?
Hope dimmed as Bana ran her eyes over the discovered ring. Oh, it was beautiful—incredibly, at that—and cleaned up a bit would be absolutely gorgeous, but... a simple silver band with odd purple etchings just wasn't enough of a treasure to justify her return. If she did head home like this, she'd be stuck at the bottom of the social ladder, barely an adult and given none of the accompanying privileges.
Maybe if she found another Pied Moa—they were just as eager to steal shiny things as the fabled 'magpies' from the lands further south—and raided its nest, she'd find enough silver to finish her quest, or even gold or rust-free iron! She'd have to start that such in the morning, it was still late and she needed more sleep.
Smiling, pleased with her discovery of where to look for nests and treasures, the hunter fell asleep with one thumb stroking her only piece of jewellery.
When Bana woke, slowly driving off the fog of sleep, she wondered why the inside of the try felt so... warm. Warm and soft. In fact, it felt and sounded nothing like a tree. Even with the heavy rain and occasional thunder continuing outside, the sound was almost like... breath!
Jumping to her feet and spinning around, Bana took the most ready posture she could, staring down at her pillow. It was a bit hard for her to see it clearly, but that was most definitely a woman: long purple hair, dark skin, and considerably taller than her own meagre height. Definitely not from the jungle tribes; she didn't know of anyone taller than five foot three; her cousin was a veritable giant. Bana's small (even for the tribe, and that was embarrassing) height of four foot two... that was nothing next to this newcomer.
As for the woman part, well... there was no mistaking the large mounds, also greater than the poor hunter's, contained under that ridiculously fancy, silken dress.
“Wa-Wa-Wassa a foreign princess doin' in my tree?” Bana asked shakily, shaken by the thought that this woman had the skills to creep into her tree and underneath her without disturbing her sleep at all.
The dark-skinned stranger gave an undignified snort and rose to her feet, eyes glittering mischievously. Bana, though, found this even more terrifying: she was so tiny in comparison. If she was half as tall again, she'd be about level with this girl's nose! She was huge!
Leaning in close and crouching so her eyes were level, the woman spoke with a voice that, to Bana's shock, made her stomach tingle... really, really weirdly, “I'm not a princess, silly girl. I am Zephyra Kaziseirei, Djinn of the Winter Winds.”
“Wassa Djinn?” the brunette asked, blinking a few times. Djinn of Winter Winds? And why hadn't she answered the question about how she got here.
With a lengthy sigh—oh, how Bana could listen to that wonderful voice all day, even with the weird feelings!--and dramatic gesture, Zephyra collapsed back into her seated position against the tree, dragging the nude hunter onto her lap and turning her chest into an improvised pillow.
“A djinn is an elemental spirit, the embodiment of a particular type of wind. The weakest are the djinn of breezes through particular gullies and the like, imperceptible to humans and with no power other than to guide their wind through their homes. Those sort of djinn are unknown to most, and rightly so. They have no intellect or form.”
“The next class of djinn govern larger regions. For instance, one I once knew was the Djinn of the Golden Coast. They are powerful within their domains, and can potentially alter the weather immediately if angered. Even outside, they retain considerable durability. Their intelligence, however, leaves much to be desired, and their forms are bestial.”
“The final class of djinn are those such as myself, who embody entire classes of winds. The most powerful, in order, are the Djinn of Winter Winds and Djinn of Summer Winds, the Djinn of the East Winds, the Djinn of the South Winds, and the Djinn of the West Winds and Djinn of the North Winds. We have enormous powers over weather and the air, as well as the effects most associated with our particular winds—for instance, I can do anything imaginable with ice and cold.”
“Strictly speaking, our names are inaccurate—I am, properly speaking, Djinn of the Winds of the Coldest Seasons, but the correct titles are less catchy.”
“But how are you—” Bana started.
“How am I here? Simple! Aside from our enormous atmospheric abilities, each of us has enough raw magical power to alter reality in a local area, gathered from wherever our winds blow. A man of vast, incalculable power once summoned and bound the lot of us in some jewellery he had prepared. He determined that this could be used three times a year without permanently weakening both us and our winds, so he insured that when summoned by rubbing our prisons, we would be bound to access the power we otherwise cannot use—to perform three tasks prefaced with 'I Wish', once per year.”
“This was a long, long time ago, now. The enchantments have warped with age, so we no longer have to follow the orders to the spirit of things, and it's only three of these 'wishes' per person.”
“And now you know what a djinn is,” Zephyra concluded, cheerfully wrapping her arms around the tiny girl on her lap.
Bana sat there, stunned. That was... too much information. Way, way too much information. It made her head spin, and she'd already forgotten the stuff about the weaker djinn. Hadn't Zeph-thingy ever heard of spreading information out rather than burying you in the stuff?
The huge djinn's playing with Bana's bountiful chest snapped the brunette out of it, and made the weird feeling in her stomach even worse. Slapping away the hands, she determinedly wriggled out of the grip and rose to her feet, for the first time in her young life actually feeling somewhat self-conscious about her nudity.
“Y-You said I have a wish?” she asked.
“Yup! Three, even. You don't have to use them now if you don't want, though. I'm not going anywhere, I'm bound to the ring.”
Bana thought about this. It was a spur of the moment decision, but... if she brought back a person with her, and had them in some sort of position that meant she was in charge... that would count as a treasure! The tribe had real trouble with bringing in new blood for any reason, so another person was just as valuable, if not more, than gold and steel!
“I-I wish that you are my concubine!” the hunter said, voice as commanding as she could make it. This was... not very. She was too soft-spoken to manage a commanding tone.
Zephyra's face went blank for a second as she processed this command.'Are'—either Bana was a lot smarter than she looked, or she'd lucked out. She could pervert the spirit of a request, but not the letter—and present tense meant she couldn't just rewrite their initial meeting to have her briefly enter and leave concubinage nor put it off to a point long after Bana was dead and buried.
The blank mask was replaced with a wide grin soon enough. It wasn't as if the girl wasn't cute, and she had a nice body—plus she didn't seem to have the faintest clue about the implications of a concubine. This... this could be fun. Lots and lots of fun.
The djinn snapped her fingers, dress and fancy clothes disappearing in favour of some lingerie and jewellery. She lit up internally at the blush on Bana's face—so cute! Even though she was clearly used to naked people, the outfit still had such a fun effect on her. Though she had to admit that she was sex on legs, increased djinn power seemed to link with physical attractiveness...
“So... if I'm going to be sharing your bed, do I get to know your name?” Zephyra questioned, once more pulling the tiny girl onto her lap, wrapping her arms around her stomach once again. The girl's body was so soft, despite the clearly defined muscle. Such an unlucky little thing, then; there was no way she could ever be as hard and tough as she looked.
But it did make her so much more fun to hug.
Bana squirmed again, but this time her new concubine—magically sealed and all—wasn't letting her get away, and she was forced to stay and enjoy the warm body beneath her. It wasn't so bad, all things considered, but it was embarrassing to be treated like a child. Just because this djinn was so huge...!
“Explain the red splodges on your body first,” the brunette petulantly demanded, her position causing her to miss the baffled look on Zephyra's face.
Red... splodges?”You couldn't possibly mean my tattoos, could you? There isn't so much space that you could have difficulty seeing them, even in this light.”
Blushing furiously once more, Bana got out an explanation about her appalling eyesight—complete with not even being able to recognise her own mother if she wasn't within hugging distance. She didn't expect to be picked right up and spun around and declared 'too cute!'
Finally, when the energetic djinn had calmed down, Bana gave her name, muttering it under her breath as if that would make her concubine think that she had just misheard it a bit, and not actually heard the entirety of the short name.
No such luck. Even worse, the purple-haired woman appeared to be familiar with many tribal customs, complete with naming and a quest to prove that she was worthy of being declared an adult.
“So... you're still just a child in the eyes of your tribe? How old are you?” Zephyra asked, drumming a pattern on Bana's thigh. She seemed like she should be older than anyone went on the quest. Maybe this was her second attempt and she'd failed the first?
“'Round thirteen, been out here for... four or five months?” Bana mumbled, hunching over and trying to look even smaller than she normally did. Why did this djinn have to ask all the awkward and difficult questions? Couldn't she take some time out to ask about something simple and nice, like her favourite food, or what she was good at?
The drumbeat of Zephyra's fingers—and, oddly, the sound of rain falling on the trees outside—stopped as the older girl thought her way through this. She was, in effect, the partner of someone some decade and a half younger than she'd ever consider. The apparent naivety... well, she'd thought it was just inexperience, but it was far more likely to be an actual lack of knowledge.
They sat like this in silence for several minutes, until Bana was getting fidgety and Zephyria had decided that she just had to ask: “Bana, do you know what a concubine is? What a concubine does?”
“It's a really close friend, isn't it?” the brunette replied, revealing the stunning depths of her naivety, “You're my concubine, and that means that you're always going to be around to ask for help.”
Wincing a little, Zephyra explained the purpose of a concubine. Then, when that raised more questions, she explained what sex was. When that raised more questions, she continued to explain reproduction. That led back to sex—and why, exactly, two girls would do something like that together when there wasn't any chance of babies.
Finally, face so flushed that it could be used to fry eggs, Bana declared that it was time for them to start on the journey back to the tribe. Barely giving Zephyra chance to get up out of her seated position, she started running, taking to the trees almost immediately, moving from one blurry branch to another on reflex.
She was a bit put out that not only did Zephyra have no difficulty in keeping up, she seemed able to fly backwards and keep an eye on her that way—without even hitting a branch.
“I can read the air,” was the only explanation that she got given.
Late that night, Bana was having trouble sleeping. Not only was she trying to process the events of the day and work out what, exactly, to do with her remaining two wishes, there was a hand dangerously close to... there. Zephyra, apparently, had no trouble with where her hand ended up in her sleep.
To make things even more awkward for the teen, every time she thought about the hand and the odd feelings she'd had all day, her mind went back to what she'd learned. It seemed almost unreal—her mother had told her that babies grew on trees! But she'd never seen a baby tree, and she had seen women looking oddly round before there were new babies...
Really, Bana had gotten the wording of her wish right entirely by luck. When it came to thinking things through and putting two and two together, you couldn't really get that much worse. She could work things out with prompting, but getting her to engage her brain was rather... difficult.
Attention entirely focused on the hand, the hunter started when she felt it brush against her body. At first, she thought that it was Zephyra's hand, but then she realised that it wasn't the djinn moving. It was her—did she really want this so badly?
Her hips answered for her, pressing against the larger girl's fingers insistently. It... it was good, but she wanted more, so much more. Grinding at fingers that moved just as she did just wasn't enough, but with the dark-skinned djinn's other arm pinning her hands out of the way...
“You sure you want to do that?” Zephyra's voice startled the brunette once more, this time only making her hips jerk against the fingers once again, helplessly mewling as this achieved absolutely no measure of relief, “I don't do gentle, and you can't get away with doing this just once. Sure you don't want to save it for when you're older?”
Bana's reply was quite simple: once again trying to get some measure of relief from the teasing hand. The difference, this time, was that there was some resistance, the fingers pushing down against the mass of damp curls.
“We're going to do something about this stuff, I'm not a fan. It just gets in the way,” Zephyra muttered disapprovingly, taking over properly and toying with the virgin pussy she'd been offered. Unsurprisingly, Bana didn't seem entirely content to keep to the pace the djinn set, continuing to push for more; more contact and more speed.
She got exactly what she was after, an unfamiliar digit pushing into her body, stopping the thrusting almost immediately as the hunter attempted to adjust to the strange, unfamiliar feeling. She didn't get the chance, none of the djinn's fingers stilling, and the other hand roughly playing with her breasts.
“Really, you should be glad that I'm going easy on you now, things are going to be a lot rougher the next time, I just want to get to sleep again, is all,” her tormentor said, tone conversational as if she was having tea rather than toying with Bana's body.
The combination of the djinn's vast experience and the hunter's complete inexperience shortened the experience considerably, barely any time passing between Zephyra's waking and Bana's loud, unmistakeable climax.
“If anything attacks us in the night, you're dealing with it, noisy.”
The next morning, mortified by her lack of control, Bana very deliberately avoided looking at her concubine as she converted two pelts into clothing, using the tiger's teeth to hold it all together. A strip of fabric—and she wasn't going to ask where Zephyra got that—was doing duty as a bandage from where the Marmalade Chequered Gazebo had cut her in the fight.
When her inept tailoring was complete, Bana turned her attention to the djinn, wondering what she was staring at so intently. If she was even staring... she couldn't really be sure.
Confirmation that Bana was indeed being stared at came a few seconds later as she felt herself get very... cold. A glance downwards confirmed her panic was deserved: her entire groin was frozen solid, and the ice seemed to be climbing up her stomach!
Just as quickly as it had come, the ice was gone, leaving a phantom chill that rapidly dissipated in the warm sun and a feeling of... bareness?
“Told you I was going to get rid of that,” Zephyra teased, finger briefly stroking the hunter's bald pussy, “And I admire your skirt and all, but I do have to wonder what use it serves if it doesn't cover anything.”
Blushing for what felt like the millionth time over the course of the past day, Bana managed an explanation—the gazebo-pelt top was for support, the skirt was just to show off—and then rushed off again. The quest wasn't over until they got back to the tribe, and she couldn't wait to get her adult name...
Keeping an eye out for some decent vines, Zephyra followed close behind. This journey was going to be fun.
WISH #1 END.