Thief of Roads, ch.3

Author's Note: Had time to get this bad boy out. Still waiting for the wiring on the camper to get sorted out, but I managed to use what power was left in my batteries to churn out the story from last month's poll! Hoping to have the new poll out soon! Thanks for being so patient, everyone!

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The next few days are spent making our way back towards Nazik, a rare endeavor in that, without our separate skillsets combined, I’m not certain it would have been possible at all. I, obviously, brought maps and gadgets to get me back to the city from the direction I’d traveled in, but we’ve wandered far away from that route in our attempts to avoid the evari. As such, I find myself in desperate need of Kahara’s general know-how to get back to where I’d been.

It’s a few days of wandering and exploring before we find something familiar to me, something very familiar – the strange ruins I’d stayed in, only a few days in to my initial expedition. The canopy of the treetops kept the place damp and dimly lit, the grassy brush a pale teal color, while dusky lichen and odd mushrooms sprouted up around the dilapidated Second Age structures, out of use for who knew how many centuries. I remember these vines, almost ivy-like, though thicker, blossoming with bright blue flowers, more and moreso the higher the vines crawled upward to the thin cracks of rare sunlight.

Signs of the evari here were scarce, but present, and had provided my first real sign that I’d crossed the point of no return, and truly entered the Overgrowth. After traveling with Kahara, hunting with her, getting a better feel for the land over the past couple of weeks, it now almost feels tame.

“Edge of evari territory,” Kahara muses, slowing her brisk, overland stride into a more cautious, investigatory pace. While I’m basking in unexpected familiarity, she’s contemplating the symbols and markers left behind, the old totems and masks that I’d noticed on the way in. “Kes’to clan, from looks of it. Bad dealings with them. Good to know they don’t wander this far.”

“They don’t? Ever?” I arch a brow, gesturing one hand toward a mangled metal headdress, dangling from what looks like it was once a lamppost. “Why all this then?”

“Warnings only. Tribes claim more than they can patrol. Preserves what game is in reach, to hunt,” Kahara explains, her speech still a little slow, but I’m constantly impressed by how quickly her universal tongue is sharpening. “Overgrowth is large, so these claims are… respected by other tribes, unless in war-time. Large territory, plenty to hunt and forage, but no reason to constantly patrol so big a place. We’re safe here.”

“Explains why nobody bothered me when I came here before,” I muse aloud. “I stopped here when I was just a day or two out from Nazik, spent the night in one of the buildings – bet I can find the exact spot I stayed! It’ll be a good place to camp and plan our next steps.”

“Steps? Thought you had plan already.”

“Sure, a loose plan, but we need to figure out our disguises… or, uh, just one semi-matching disguise, I guess. Our clothes look really different, so we’ll have to share.”

Kahara grimaces. “Sharing clothing is for children.”

“But you know what comes before sharing clothing, right?”

She doesn’t answer, merely grunts.

“...Getting naked.”

“This… is true. Maybe you are right, and we do make camp here.” She looks at me, and her stern expression softens a little. She takes one of my wrists and pulls me close, pressing her forehead gently against mine, then whispers, “I enjoy becoming naked with you, soft girl.”

I find myself blushing fiercely, almost immediately, and I tilt down to gently kiss her on the lips. Something in the back of my mind wonders if Kahara would hate living in Nazik as much as she thinks she would, if we’d really have to leave when we got there. But… no. No amount of wishful thinking will make that possible, getting to live somewhere familiar and comfortable with my newfound companion and lover. “Let’s make camp, cutie.”

Over the next hour, we do just that. I do manage to find the little building I’d stowed away in, before, and find it to be just as cozy and well-hidden an option as it had been then. I indulge myself in the pleasant memory of letting off some steam, here – stripping down out of my then-clean leathers and eagerly jerking off, a little self-pleasure to lull me into a great night’s rest. Crazy how far things have come since then, everything that’s happened. Attacked, captured, then… becoming so attached to my own captor, the only other person I’ve ever met who’s just like me.

With newfound confidence in the security of this hideout, I pull a portable lantern from my pack, slapping it onto the wall and activating it, filling the overgrown hulk of a once-massive Second Age structure with light. It’s something of a strident glow, enough to cause Kahara to wince, but not me, being much more acclimated to the harsh, pure-white lighting of the city.

The two of us take a meal together, though not an unusually filling one, consisting of things we’d foraged on the way here – small, ovoid, purplish-black berries that have a dry, tart flavor not at all unlike white wine, and a few large, pale gray mushrooms that Kahara insisted were safe. The mushrooms, though, needed to be sliced into chunks and roasted over a fire in order to be properly edible, but once they were, they were splendidly savory, bringing to mind herb-crusted chicken or duck. Ugh, what I wouldn’t give for some chicken, though… I’ve done my best to acclimate to what the Overgrowth provides, but a taste of home, anything familiar, would be a real treat.

“Well, there’s one thing we have to take care of before any clothes-sharing, but since you seemed so eager to get naked, I’m perfectly happy to do that first.” Close to an hour has passed since we ate, now, and the sun’s set fully, leaving us cozy and alone in our hidden fortress, even as the sound of night-birds, frogs, and insects begin their soothing chorus, their serenade to the darkness around us. I begin to shimmy out of what remains of my scoundrel’s leathers, tattered and frayed by the Overgrowth, bits of them replaced by fur or plant weaves, which make up the majority of what Kahara wears. A wolfish grin crosses her face as I start to strip, and she quickly follows suit, wasting no time in baring her body to me, even as I bare mine to her.

I’m not in any rush, and neither, it seems, is she – I close the distance between us and press my lips tenderly against hers, winding my arms around her waist and sharing kiss after tender kiss, my half-hardening girldick pressing gently up against her own, though for the moment, it seems we’re more interested in just being close and cuddly than being naughty… though I’m quite unsure as to how long that will last. She kisses me back, laying down on the ground and pulling me on top of her, her fingers trailing tenderly up and down the small of my back, sending warm, soothing shivers of pleasure down my spine. For this moment, now, I’m happy to just be near her, be with her, this stranger that I’ve somehow never felt closer to.

Pinning one hand beside her, I straddle her and sit up just a little, enough to look down at her fiercely beautiful features, contemplating how familiar they are. If our ‘disguise’ is going to work, I’ll need to make a few minor changes, changes I’m not eager to make, though I confess to an extreme curiosity as to what the final product will look like. If I cut the braids and take a brush to the rest of her hair, it’ll be close enough to my own that nobody will be able to tell the difference. A little concealer on some of her more obvious scars, and doing her makeup the same way I’d typically do my own, and I’m confident she’ll be a perfect match, at least to the not-exactly-worldly denizens of a Walled settlement. Then we’ll get paid and ditch Nazik for good, head north, make a new life with each other. It’s all so romantic, in a way that makes me worry whether or not it’ll ever actually work.

“I’m gonna have to give you a haircut before we get there,” I say softly, nuzzling into her nose. “It can’t look like you just got it.”

“Why not you cut hair?” she quickly balks.

“Because my hair’s shorter than yours, silly.”

She grunts back, exhales through her nostrils. “I like my hair.”

“What if I make it worth your while?”

“...What is your thought?” Alright, she’s coming around. I allow myself a little smile, kiss her again, and let my free hand snake back between us, wrapping my fingers around both our penises and cinching them gently against each other, beginning to slowly stroke them both back and forth. Not my ultimate plan, but something to get her in the mood – in my time traveling with Kahara, I’ve learned that she’s rarely happier than when our dicks are touching. “Mmnh…” she lets out a quiet groan, telling me I’m on the right track, and already I can feel her stiffening against me.

“There are plenty of things we haven’t tried yet,” I lick my lips, kissing her again, keeping my lips close to hers as I lovingly stroke us against each other, both of us swiftly approaching full hardness, our heartbeats synchronizing through the needy pulse of our cocks. I ease my hips forward a little, grinding against her, and she bites at her lower lip with excitement. I love how easy she is to tease, how nearly-effortless it is to seduce her – she makes me feel so sexy, and I’m eager to give her what she wants in turn.

“Something is… in your mind?” Kahara groans through her teeth, her hands sliding farther down my body to squeeze my butt, though she loses grasp of it a moment later as I slide my way down her body. She spreads her thighs slightly, clearly anticipating that I’m about to use my mouth on her, but I don’t make it quite so far down – instead, I press my chest up against the steely, bluish pillar of her girlcock, grinding back and forth against it, my eyes not leaving hers. “What… is this?”

“Shhh, relax,” I coo. My breasts certainly aren’t the biggest in the world, not even close, but I (and by extension, Kahara) am by no means flat-chested, either. I’ve been wondering for a while whether I can put my modest, perky teal tits to good use, and Kahara seems like the perfect candidate to test them out on. I dip down, taking a long lick along the underside of the other woman’s cock, getting it a little wet before pressing my chest back against it, this time pressing gently on either side of my breasts, squishing them against one another with Kahara’s thick shaft nestled snugly between them. Biting my lower lip, I press them a bit more firmly around her length, my own erect girldick bobbing unattended between my thighs as I push my breasts up, then down, easing smooth skin along the hot, wet flesh of her aching rod. “How’s that…?”

“This is… strange, but…” she winces, one eyelash fluttering as she’s assaulted by an unfamiliar sort of pleasure, her body responding involuntarily with shudders and spasms. She may not really understand what I’m up to, or why, but she definitely likes it. “Better… than I thought….”

Hell yeah! A win for Addy! Turns out these bad boys can get the job done after all – ooh, I wonder if she’ll let me do her next? But that can wait for later, right now I need to focus on her, and I set my full concentration on Kahara’s gorgeous body splayed out beneath me. The way her abs become so deliciously visible against her scarred skin as she sits up to watch me, the way her slitted pupils of her deep violet eyes widen.

I lean my head down to kiss at the muscles of her belly, now using my hands to swivel my breasts back and forth along her shaft, gliding along it swiftly and attentively as I nuzzle into her abs. I feel a three-fingered hand weave through my hair, entangling and tightening into a fist, holding me in place as Kahara begins to buck her hips upward, letting out a low, needy growl, almost a purr, her mind fully submitting to the whims of her body. “Nnnh… rr-Rrgh… ahhhn…” she groans out, eyes finally squeezing shut completely as she gives in to me, her body squirming and spasming as she relinquishes all control.

“Mmn, mmph…” I coo into her, moving my hands faster, switching from a back-and-forth swivel back to an up-and-down thrust as I feel her come closer and closer to climax. Part of me considers being greedy, jumping on that cock while it’s still rock-hard and getting my own jollies out of it, but I want this to be special – I want to make sure I get Kahara all the way to where she needs to go with my boobs alone, give her the full experience.

It’s a few minutes more of eager play – kissing and nuzzling at her belly as I pump my tits up and down her sticky, throbbing shaft, trying to coax a hot load up and out of it – before I hear Kahara’s breath catch in her chest, her body going stiff, back arching, all now-familiar signs of an inevitable explosion. Her staccato moans and cries rise up into a primal wail, and I gasp as she abruptly coats me with her creamy seed, shot after shot of it streaming upward from her swollen purple cocktip, hitting my chin and neck before streaming down between my breasts, providing so much of her gooey cum that it even manages to trickle partway down my belly. “Ahhnn… oh my, Kahara, look at that,” I purr, scooping up a tiny bit off my neck with my finger, rubbing it gently into my nipple while she watches. “You came so much.”

“Unh,” she grunts, breathless, finally relaxing back against the mossy floor. “That was… nmh… good,” she pants, and I flash a crooked smile back her way. “Must remember to do that again, I… liked it.”

“Liked it enough to be a little more agreeable, cutie?” I crawl up onto her, kissing her gently, laying my still-stiff girldick against her slowly softening one, feeling her heart beat against my chest.

“When have I denied you before, roadthief?” she wraps her arms around me, kissing back, closing her eyes and letting out a quiet sigh of contentment. “But I know where your ka’fett lies.”

“My…?”

“Ehh, ka’fett, it is your… soul’s hunt. The goal where your mind stays, where you guide yourself,” she does her best to explain, but I can tell that she isn’t completely satisfied with her own translation. “Your thoughts stay behind the walls, getting us there, finding your treasure.”

“Am I so obviously distracted?”

“Not distract. Your focus moves around, but only briefly. Always finds its way back to your ka’fett. I understand.” She leans up, nuzzles into me, as if wanting to make it clear that calling me out doesn’t necessarily mean she’s angry with me. “I don’t know if your plan will work, but we do it together. Turn me into you, soft girl, if that is what must be done.”

“I think you’re underestimating how little effort that’s gonna take,” I hold back a short, awkward laugh. “But alright, let’s see what we can do with you. Let me grab my back, and we can get… comfy.”

Instead of grabbing the pack itself, I opt to just withdraw a few necessary items – scissors, a little mirror, and my makeup kit. And yes, I realize that makeup shouldn’t be necessary on an overland foray into dense, hostile jungle, but the contents of the pack tend to be static, dependable, useful for a variety of situations, so I don’t really swap things in and out of it as much as I maybe should. Good thing, too, I guess.

I straddle Kahara, still nude, my softening member pressed gently against her own as I start making little ‘edits’ to her appearance, shortening her hair, concealing blemishes, doing my own makeup as I do hers to make sure I’m getting the look exactly right. The hand-mirror is very useful for this, checking my own appearance as I adjust hers, but… I keep finding my earlier assumptions to be very much correct. Each little detail, the angle of Kahara’s chin, height of her cheekbones, the little bump at the height of her nose, the arch of her brows, it’s all identical to my own. Not just close. Exact.

“What is this look?” Kahara asks, her eyes studying my face as I study hers. “You look troubled.”

“Not troubled, just, um…” I furrow my brows, looking at myself in the mirror, then back to her, my work complete, but… “Maybe it’s better if I just show you.”

Getting up off her lap, I sit beside Kahara, holding up the little mirror so that it’s tiny, reflective surface is able to capture both of us at the same time. In an instant, she sees what I see, and her eyes widen with confusion and uncertainty, unable to tell which of the two of us she even is. “I… we are… the same.”

“Yeah. Without the little details that make us different, we’re… I mean, I knew we looked similar, enough to fool guards or whatever, but this is….”

“It seems you are a thief, not just of roads, but of faces,” Kahara’s voice is uneasy, like she genuinely doesn’t understand what’s going on, but I see realization dawn on her face an instant later. “It’s like we’re….”

“...Twins.”