The Door

Chapter 7- Why Are They After You?

“Bel’Sheathe,” I repeated as I looked the woman up and down.

She said nothing, only held her hand out. I took it and helped her to stand. Up close, she stood nearly seven feet tall. A foot taller than me, but she kept shifting her weight from one leg to the other, which kicked out one intoxicating hip then the other as her tail lazily wagged from side to side, helping her keep her balance. Her breasts were even larger than I thought. Each one was the size of my head, and her areolas and n*****s were the same garnet color as all the rest of her. Below her incredible breasts, her leather underbust corset was beautifully detailed with intricate scrollwork, and I could tell it had some sort of iron ribbing to protect from slashes. Also, the purple sash was made of fine silk while the belt was thick and intricately tooled leather. Her loincloth was missing, exposing her lower belly and hairless s*x, but it hadn’t prevented anyone from seeing her nakedness in the first place, or protected her in any way.

“Well, now what?” She asked.

“Now?” I asked as casually as I could, seeing as I was completely naked and Bel’Sheathe was nearly so. She was so incredibly beautiful and young. I could see that now. She must have been a teenager, or just out of it. She was younger than my youngest daughters. So, I tried to think chaste thoughts as I answered, “Would you mind explaining what is going on here while I go over there and wash off in the river?”

As I spoke, I gestured toward the river, then afterward gave her one last longing ogle before turning and heading toward the river. Surprisingly, Bel’Sheathe chuckled. She recovered her pouches and cloak. Claimed one of the fallen brigands’ swords and then followed me to the river. However, before I could wade into the river, she grabbed my arm and pulled me to a stop.

“You should let me heal your wounds first,” She purred sensually, “As my thanks for rescuing me from a fate worse than death, and then death most likely. If I was lucky.”

“Sure,” I agreed.

Chuckling in response, she caressed my chest and ribs. She traced her fingertips over the wound beneath my armpit and began to chant. Her voice was low while the words didn’t really sound like words at all. Rather, they sounded like music, as if she were singing, or humming. As she did this, her hands began to glow.

Warmth spread throughout my chest and my skin started to knit itself back together. Within seconds, the wound was gone, and she moved to the cut on my hip. She hummed, or sang, and it too healed.

“How did you do that?” I asked in amazement.

“Do what?” She asked as she looked up at me with a satisfied smirk.

“You healed me? Is that magic?” I asked.

“Yes,” She said as she stepped back and started slowly removing her belt, sash, and corset. Within seconds, her cloak was on the ground with her pouches, sword, belt, sash, and corset on top of it. When she turned back to me, she was naked as the day she was born, and didn’t apparently think anything of it. I also removed my gear. The enchanted backpack sat on the shield along with my armor, boots, and belt.

“Healing magic is rare,” She said as she disrobed, “I am one of only a few in my clan that possesses the ability. It is a talent passed down through families, mothers to daughters.”

“Healing is a feminine ability?” I asked as we turned and walked to the edge of the river.

“No,” She replied, “There are male healers as well. However, there are no males in my clan. At least, not since I was born. So, I am unfamiliar with men and their abilities. My mother, however, was a healer and her mother before her and her mother before her. So, this is what I know.”

“There are no men in your clan?” I asked in a tone that revealed my confusion. “How is that possible? How do you have children without men? What are you?”

Bel’Sheathe smiled as we waded out into the river until we were swimming. She was looking at me predatorily and smiling alluringly as she answered, “I am an ogress, though it is said that ages ago we were known by a different name.”

She paused as we got into deep water and started swimming. “No, there are no men in our clan. They are all dead. Killed by humans, or by plague. And we have children the same way humans do. We have s*x. Lots and lots of s*x. Then we get pregnant and bear children. Now, I must ask you some questions. How is it you know nothing of what is going on here? Why did you kill your fellow humans?”

“I am not from this world,” I answered. “A door appeared before me engraved with a beautiful angel and an enormous tree. There was the moon with all of its phases at its peak and other animals in the boughs of the tree. There was a snake and nine worlds, and when I approached the door, the goddess, or angel, hugged me and kissed me. The door opened, and I went through. The next thing I remember is waking up on a beach here in this world.”

“Do you always walk through the woods naked?” Bel’Sheathe asked, then chuckled as she closed the distance between us until her huge breasts were pressing against my chest. “Not that I am speaking against it. Almost all of the other races are more—liberal—in what we consider fashionable attire compared to humans. So, to see a naked human male running around the forest and saving beautiful ogresses in distress is, well, actually quite charming.”

“I was looking for fresh water,” I explained nervously as Bel’Sheathe’s arms wrapped around my waist.

Her breasts were so huge and soft that my mind nearly locked up. I was a fifty-year-old man, and this girl had me as nervous and ready to climax as a fifteen-year-old. I could feel her belly pressing against me and, oh my god, I was so aroused! I had been for some time now, and it just was not going away. I could feel my d**k pressing against her soft, smooth lower belly and pubic mound.

“As I said,” I grunted primally as I tried hard to not grab this girl and ram my d**k inside her v****a, “I arrived on a beach, so I went swimming. Afterward, I didn’t want to put my clothes or boots back on until I washed the sand off. When I found the river, I heard you screaming. So, I ran to give aid and found you being chased by those men. Where I’m from, I know very well what evils humanity is capable of.”

“So,” Bel’Sheathe asked in a low purr, “You are not from this world?”

“No,” I replied, “Is that uncommon here?”

“Yes, and no. Some legends say this world was once populated by one race of people, and that all others were transported here by some means. But that is only a legend, and every race thinks it’s the original race of this world. Interesting,” She whispered as her violet eyes stared at me appraisingly, “Tell me, are visitors from other worlds common where you come from?”

“No,” I said.

Bel’Sheathe smiled. There was a long, sexually charged minute that passed between us where I thought she might kiss me, or declare me her husband, or something else. However, instead, she withdrew from me and turned towards the bank as she said over her shoulder, “We should get out and dress quickly. We shouldn’t stay here any longer than necessary. More soldiers will come for me.”

“Okay,” I agreed and started following her as she waded to the riverbank, but then asked, “Why are they after you?”

As Bel’Sheathe climbed out of the water, I watched her naked garnet body. She was truly a beautiful woman with a body as if sculpted by an artist idealizing the visual pleasure of every man and to engender carnal desire. Her hips swayed with her every step. Her big, well-rounded ass cheeks bounced perfectly with every step. Her back muscles and thigh muscles moved and undulated perfectly. Her tail was strange and fascinating. It didn’t sprout from the small of her back like so many anime inaccurately portrayed humanoid species with tails. Rather, Bel’Sheathe’s tail sprouted from between her ass cheeks just below her Rhombus of Michaelis. Also, her sacrum promontory seemed to be shortened while the rest of her sacrum bone was separated into individual tailbones. This changed the way the muscles of her buttocks met her sacrum and her tail muscles, but it wasn’t unpleasant since her gluteal muscles seemed to also be roughly twice as dense as a typical human woman’s buttocks. Even the most wide-hipped and buttocks-dominant of human women. No, Bel’Sheathe was nothing if not exotic and intoxicating to behold.

Water dripped from her dark garnet hair. It dribbled down her body from her shoulders to her beautifully well-rounded breasts. Water coursed down her flawless belly and rolled down her hips and thighs. Bel’Sheathe was enchanting, and as my arousal rose higher and higher, my heart beat harder and harder. After my divorce, I had sworn off women, but this girl, this woman, this ogress, now had me recanting my vows of abstinence. Then, the world seemed to “Thump, thump!” in time with my heartbeat!

I felt a fire in my mind, my heart, and in my loins. My swollen, rigid d**k bounced in time with my heartbeat. I wanted this girl. This woman. This ogress, and yet, I wanted- No! I need self-control!

Bel’Sheathe tossed her long wet kinky-curly garnet hair and looked over her shoulder as she climbed out of the water. Her violet eyes ogled my body and lingered on my manhood as she smirked knowingly. She knew I was looking at her as well. No doubt she could feel my gaze upon her garnet skin, but she said nothing. Instead, her hooves dug into the grass and mud while her ass swayed with every step as she leaned into her climb. Her tail lifted and wagged back and forth, helping her balance and, in doing so, exposing her anus, the bottoms of her ass cheeks, and the smooth garnet skin of her outer labia.

“Since you’re new here,” Bel’Sheathe said in her usual sensual purr, “I will give you a history lesson.”