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Laila the Laid

Chapter 10

Laila knew that it would take some time to restore Mala's eye. Considering all the serious injuries Laila had come to the Old Hinny with in the past, Mala's injury was comparatively small, but if not done with attention and care, could render her without one eye for the rest of her life. So Laila, knowing the procedure would take some time, decided to stroll through the forest while she waited.

Dolbuck had always been an uncommonly beautiful forest, even for Oltru. Its little streams and rivers, its butterflies and birds, the beach to the south with its crystal-blue waters, all were famed in neighboring Vaine for their beauty. Many sheep longed to visit Oltru just to see Dolbuck, but as sheep were barred from entering the horse kingdom, none ever had but for the warriors of Voriza.

The local donkeys believed Dolbuck's beauty was due to the presence of the Old Hinny, and now that she knew who the female really was, Laila believed it to be true. The gods had the power to create from nothing, so Laila wouldn't have been surprised had Seriya herself created the forest.

Laila had been walking only a few minutes when she spotted Alexander some way ahead. He was sitting on a moss-covered outcropping, his legs dangling over a smooth pool of water that reflected the moon like glass, his white fur glowing ghost-like in the darkness. But for the glowing, he looked like any muscular and fit farm boy, though his ever-frowning face was the stern face of the farm boy's father. His golden mane lifted gently under the caress of the sudden breeze, giving him a quiet majesty that held Laila still in awe.

Laila could only imagine how Alexander had been in his prime, sword in paw, arms bulging, wings spread and glittering in the sunlight as he soared headlong into furious battle. But now he was a downtrodden thing, alone, cast off by his father, afraid for his life . . . and sexually frustrated to boot. Laila could see the enormous pink erection that stood from his pants, and upon drawing closer, she gasped when she realized he was slowly, steadily stroking it. The fluids running down it glittered in the moonlight, and a powerful urge rose in Laila to lick them away.

Alexander heard Laila's gasp and his ears went forward. He lifted his face, and it only took him two seconds to find her - black as she was - in the darkness. Laila stood there rubbing her arm, embarrassed and uncomfortable and baffled that he was able to see her in such darkness. His mouth twisted irritably and his great fist paused on his erection as he called sternly to her, "Well? Come forth! Or did you come here simply to watch? I suppose that could be permitted."

Laila's mouth fell open. She had expected a scolding, not an_invitation_ to watch him masturbate. Feeling flustered and foolish, she stumbled forward out of the darkness, still rubbing her arm and unable to look at him. She stood in the moonlight with her eyes down and could feel his stare on her, so piercing, so intense. She had never anticipated in all her life that she would actually meet Alexander, and now that she knew who he was, her knees felt wobbly and she couldn't speak. He asked to know her name, and she babbled out, "L-Laila. . ."

"Laila," he repeated thoughtfully. "Have you ever lain with a male?"

Laila's mouth fell open a second time. She looked up at Alexander where he sat above her, looking down at her like a frowning god, and she saw that his eyes were curious and calculating. His interest shocked her, and she quickly looked away again.

"N-No," Laila stammered to the ground. She had always been so busy trying to impress her parents, she'd never had the time for sex -- not in hundreds of years, which was a feat, she knew. Mala had often teased her for it, calling her "Laila the Unlaid."

"Would you like to?" Alexander said quietly.

Laila's eyes snapped on the male and went round in amazement. "What!"

"Would you like to lay with me?" Alexander repeated calmly. "I have excited myself this night believing I would lie with my beloved. I can not, and yet the hunger remains."

Laila's lashes fluttered and she babbled out a string of nonsense. She wasn't certain what she said, only that she wanted to die once she said it. Thankfully, Alexander paid her babbling no mind and simply continued staring at her with his intense golden eyes.

Laila breasts heaved as she tried to digest it: this hard-bodied god was offering to make love to her, there beside the water, in the moonlight, with only the sound of crickets chirruping to witness it. And he was so nonchalant about it all, so casual and almost careless, as if he were not offering her what was quite possibly the most intense pleasure she would ever know. Laila babbled something again, hating herself that her mouth had gone to mush.

"Hate you?" Alexander repeated with a frown. "Ah, you mean for your trespass before. I care not that you insulted me. You did so in ignorance. And Seriya would not mind were I to lay with you. There is nothing to fear."

Laila was relieved and babbled something else.

"Good. What say you?" Alexander asked. "Had I wings, I would simply swoop down and take you, lusting for me as you are. I can smell your wet pussy from here." As he spoke, his golden eyes burned with desire for her. No one had ever looked at Laila with such yearning before. She could not move. And he was right: she was indeed wet. She wanted to die, knowing he could smell her.

"Come here to me," said Alexander quietly. He sat forward, drawing up his knee as if he might lunge down at her. "I would have you sit upon my lap." His narrow eyes sharpened with hunger.

Laila swallowed hard, and before she could register what was happening, her hooves were moving of their own accord, carrying her up the mossy outcropping and to Alexander's side. The great angel looked up at her, eyes smoldering desire, and without hesitation, pulled her down on his lap. His lap was enormous, and because she was straddling it, his hard thighs forced her legs open wide. She was facing him, blinking and stammering as he set to work roughly and abruptly unbuckling her armor with a sort of hungry frenzy that astonished her.

"Fah, sheep armor always was complicated," he complained under his breath. The breastplate finally slipped away, revealing her soft naked body, and she cupped he breasts, hiding from his staring with fluttering lashes.

"At least you don't wear underclothes," he observed.

"You've s-slept with sheep before?" Laila squeaked as it occurred to her.

Alexander did not answer. Instead, he gently brushed her shielding paws aside. Her breasts were large and full and pushed forward as if they had been freed, jiggling as they popped forth to stand upright near his face. He paused only for a moment to regard her jutting breasts with serious approval, then he grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed the tender flesh where neck met shoulder, his big paw groping her soft breast all the while.

Caught in the angel's strong grasp, Laila shivered as his groping paw explored her, smoothing over her curves, pausing to clutch her jutting backside. His paw found her breast again and squeezed it experimentally. Laila gasped when he started to suckle, gently pulling her sensitive nipple in his wet lips, until her thighs tensed and she felt the first flush of moisture ooze down them.

"Mm. Your tits are as full and swollen," he whispered, "as if they carried milk."

Laila, shivering and too absorbed in the pleasure of his touch, was unable to respond except to stammer. She was glad when an answer did not seem required. He ignored her nervous stammering completely and, with gentle paws, laid her down before him. She lay on her back, on the soft moss, her nervous breaths lifting her swollen breasts up and down in her face. She couldn't see him beyond her breasts and wondered nervously what he was doing. She tensed in surprised when his fingers glided through her moisture, gently curling against the tight hymen that refused them. Then she felt his gentle lips and tongue taste her sex, and she melted into the moss with a long, low moan of delight.

Alexander was careful and slow and at first, flicking and slapping his hot tongue until her moisture was softly splashing her thighs with every lick. Laila, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, arched her back, thrust out her breasts, and twisted her hips as if to escape, but Alexander seemed determined that his mouth should wring from her sweetest ecstasy. He paused every down now and then to let the tension subside, but he always continued his slow and torturous licking. When Laila's trembling thighs were in danger of locking his head between them, he took her leg by the ankle and held her hoof aloft, further splaying her legs and baring her wet, swollen sex to his insistent mouth.

Alexander seemed fascinated with Laila's wool, massaging it in his fingers, grazing his nose against it before dipping his mouth and tasting her moisture yet again. He kept her hoof aloft the entire time, but his other paw slipped two fingers inside her sex . . . and one in her anus. Laila had never been touched that way before. Laila had never been touched. Her lips parted in shock and she stared, unseeing, as pleasure flushed tortuously through her sex. Alexander's muffled grunts were smothered against her swollen lips as he ate her now with wild abandon. Laila heard a bleat escape her mouth, and then she thrust her breasts to the starry sky and felt her sex clench as she squirted helplessly.

Ye gods. She had squirted in the face of Alexander the Mighty! Laila looked up with trepidation, but to her surprise, Alexander was watching her breathless arousal with soft eyes. He leaned down between her legs and kissed her warm on the mouth. Laila shivered as he closed her tight in the wall of his muscular arms, and then he had lifted her upright in his lap. His kiss was so tender, she melted into and barely noticed what was happening: Alexander groped her buttocks in fistfuls, then looked her in the eye, and with flaring nostrils, slowly crammed her moist sex down over his erection.

Laila's eyes fluttered wide and a shocked cry escaped her lips as she was filled for the first time by a hard phallus. She couldn't move as his thickness, as his heat plunged through her. He was filling her so deep, so wide, that she clung to his neck and nearly swooned. Her hymen shattered as he pushed his way in, bringing unshed tears to her eyes and a sob from her lips. She could feel the blood running down her thighs even as the moisture of her arousal dripped. He kissed her cheek to comfort her, then her neck, and holding her close, he grunted as he snapped his hips, slowly and rhythmically pushing himself up and in, until her soft cries of pleasure were continuous in his ear.

Rocking in the angel's great arms, nearly swooning as her hungry sex clenched him, Laila's hooded eyes wondered to Alexander's face, which seemed so helpless as he gasped with pleasure. He was frowning, caught somewhere between bafflement and determination as he hunched his back to plunge himself deeper still. She almost smiled as she realized: she had the most powerful son of Araton in existence between her thighs. She could have grabbed a rock and smashed it against his head, avenged Iysalla, made her parents finally _proud_of her. But one look into his helpless, gasping face, and she could not. She threw her arms around his neck and suddenly kissed him on the mouth.

Alexander, though surprised by her sudden burst of affection, was nonetheless pleased. With soft eyes, she stroked his golden mane, and her heart fluttered when he smiled briefly and kissed her.

In a sudden frenzy, he held her tightly, squeezing her hard in his big arms, and she tensed in the muscular wall of his grasp as his enormous erection heaved inside her. Her eyes widened as the heat of his seed flushed to fill her. Her head fell back, and she bleated to the stars, barely aware of his desperate cry. Then she felt him softening inside her, and as she shrilly panted, he trailed lazy kisses over her breasts, up her neck.

"I forgot sheep pussy was so incredibly tight," he said breathlessly after a while. "Would that I could fall asleep inside you . . ." Still trailing lazy kisses up Laila's face and neck, Alexander gently pulled her off his penis and gathered her in his great lap, holding her close. His kisses never stopped, soft and loving . . . and hungry.

Embarrassed but pleased nonetheless, Laila cuddled up against Alexander, nuzzling her wooly black mane under his chin. She let her ear fall against his broad chest and listened for a while to his heartbeat, content that his great arms were around her. She never in all her years would have predicted losing her virginity to Alexander the Mighty. Glancing down at the soft penis that lay quietly against his thigh, she thought he had more than lived up to his name.

"Will you return here, I wonder?" Alexander said with a hesitation that made Laila smile. He was trying to hide the hopefulness in his voice and was failing miserably.

Laila frowned. "What would Seriya think?"

"She would think nothing," said the angel matter-o-factly. "I make love to others while she is too sick and weak for my touch, which she wholly encourages. Sometimes I do not arrive in time for our yearly lovemaking. When that happens, she takes another lover."

"So you want to be with me again," Laila realized and felt touched by the offer.

"I know Darahi and Araini would not approve," he answered darkly. "I would understand if you would rather not repeat our venture. You will keep my existence a secret, won't you?"

"Of course, I will!" Laila returned with soft indignation. She looked up at Alexander with frightened eyes and clung to his shirt with one tight fist, as if her small body could shield the great stallion from harm. "I'd never tell them about you!"

Alexander looked down at her with soft-eyed amusement. "Because your parents would send their children to avenge Iysalla. They would most likely succeed in killing me, and how then would I ever cram my cock in your tight little pussy?"

Laila felt her cheeks getting hot. "That's not the only reason!" She averted her eyes. "The Old Hinny is my friend. I owe her my life. If anything happened to you, it would devastate her." When she looked up again, Alexander was watching her fondly.

"Fair enough," he said, and she screamed softly when he suddenly grabbed her ankle and lifted her hoof in the air. The gesture forced her over on her back, and she stared up at him between her breasts. His narrow eyes were on her sex, and when he swallowed hard, she felt his penis slap her as it stood upright yet again.

"What are you doing!" she laughed.

"Licking your sweet pussy," he answered and drew her hips to his face.

Laila's eyes hooded, and she sagged, smiling deliriously.

***

Laila awoke the next morning alone, lying on the mossy outcrop over the pool. Sunlight streamed gently over her, warming her wool and coaxing her to wake. She opened her eyes and was delighted to find a single yellow flower had been left in the grass near her face. She sat up and brought the flower to her nose with fluttering lashes. When she took the flower away again, she thought she caught a wisp of Izra's scent, but after sitting very still and trying to catch it a second time, she chalked it up to her guilty mind playing tricks on her.

Izra was out there, perhaps being tortured, perhaps dead! And what was she doing? Getting her pussy licked. Sex was the whole reason Izra was lost to her in the first place and she scolded herself as she sadly tossed the flower away.

Laila put on her armor, took up her sword, and when she arrived at the Old Hinny's cabin, Alexander was no where to be found. She had to suppose the angel had gone wherever it was he went while the Old Hinny was elderly and weak. She wondered briefly why he didn't stay to guard and protect his lover, but the Old Hinny was a powerful sorceress: perhaps she didn't need protecting from a few local bandits and wildlife.

As she approached the cabin, Laila could see Mala and Seriya outside, except Seriya was Seriya no more. With the morning sun, she had become an elderly donkey, swathed in furs and rags, her withered gray mane draped around a wrinkled face, leaves and twigs and flowers winding their vibrant way over her hunched body. She sat in a chair on the porch, softly humming as she knitted a blanket that was draped like shaggy moss over knees.

Mala paced restlessly before the step, fully armored and frowning. Laila was relieved to see her sister's eye restored and in tact, even if it was glaring at her.

Mala halted and scowled when she saw Laila approaching. "About damn time!" she scolded. "Where the hell have you been, huh?" Behind her, the Old Hinny's dark eyes twinkled, and Laila thought the old donkey had an idea where she'd been.

Laila nodded in silent thanks to the Old Hinny, who nodded pleasantly in return. Then she looked at Mala, who was scowling impatiently, and "Come on, let's go," was all she said before turning away.

Mala, irritated by her sister's response, passed Laila many glares as they traveled through Dolbuck. They were heading in the direction of Vaine, with the intention of eventually lifting in the sky and flying home. Laila had already decided there was no point trying to save Izra alone.

"You fucked that stallion, didn't you!" Mala finally burst. "I can smell him on you. Admit it!"

Laila averted her eyes, torn between embarrassment and irritation. "It's not like I love him or something."

"What would be wrong with loving him?" Mala said, startling her sister.

Laila looked at Mala skeptically.

"Aside from the fact that he's the enemy," Mala said with a sneer, but her expression softened and she shrugged. "He's not mortal. He's a son of Araton, so you don't have to worry about him dying a few years from now . . . You don't have to worry . . . ."

Laila looked at Mala sympathetically. "Loving a mortal comes with its pleasure and its pain. All things do. It is nothing to fear."

Mala swallowed unhappily and didn't look at her sister. "It is everything to fear," she muttered. "Still, at least this new lover of yours is hung, right? All sons of Araton are."

Yes, but this one is the mightiest son of Araton, Laila thought dreamily. She came back to reality when she felt her sister's stare: Mala was watching her on the verge of bursting into laughter. Laila glared at her.

"Geez," Mala said, laughter in her voice. "He really did a number on you, huh?" She looked away. "Don't worry. I won't tell Mom and Daddum."

"Thank you," Laila said quietly.

"So what's our plan? I still say we kidnap Daphne and demand Izra in exchange for her."

"We can't do that alone."

"Yeah. Maybe we should have asked your new boyfriend to help."

Laila glared. "He is not my boyfriend!"

"Whatever you say . . . Laila the Laid." Mala laughed softly at her own joke, but she frowned and added grimly, "We can't afford to fly home for reinforcements, though."

Laila looked at her sister quickly. "What do you mean?"

They halted on the forest path and looked at each other.

"The Old Hinny looked in some water and said she saw Artesda taking a shortcut through one of those old cow temples. They're getting really close to the tower. If we leave and go home now, we may never catch up again." Mala laughed flatly. "It's probably a _good_thing you didn't take me home after all."

"Shit," Laila muttered. They couldn't get inside bovine temples. Only two beasts in all the world could open them: the bovine, who were all dead, and the sons of Araton. Laila glanced at Mala irritably. "You could have mentioned this earlier if you weren't so busy fixating on my love life."

"Like I shouldn't be concerned that you're fucking the enemy --!"

"Did Ser- did the Old Hinny say anything else?"

"Nah."

Laila sighed. "Of course, she didn't."

"Just said she could feel it that Izra is still alive and Artesda is with him. So Artesda's still in Dolbuck." Mala snorted in amusement. "He must be lost. Should have been in Hillback by now . . ." her voice trailed off when she noticed Laila's troubled expression, and she gave her sister an affectionate nudge with her elbow. "Don't worry," she added. "This is our chance to get Izra back. Artesda is lost and alone. We can sneak up on him like we did before, be in and out before he knows it. All we have to do is follow Izra's scent."

Laila remembered thinking before that she'd smelled her brother on the wind. She thought she'd been imagining it, though.

Together, they turned down another path, now intent on traveling toward CalanthaTower and eventually overtaking Artesda and Daphne . . . and hopefully Izra.

"Think Izra'll be mad at me?" Laila wondered aloud.

"Not more of this weepy crap," Mala complained.

Laila's ears went flat against her bushy mane. "I was in charge, Mala. I'm responsible for his life. _I'm_the reason Artesda was able to take him --"

"Laila, get over yourself!" Mala snapped. "This isn't about you and your failure! Izra could die!"

Laila dropped her eyes. "I know. I'm sorry."

Mala glanced guiltily at her sister. "I'm sorry, too," she muttered, looking away. Her eyes caught on something in the bushes and she halted in her tracks.

Laila followed her sister's gaze to a bush off the side of the dirt path: a single white feather was sitting on top of it, glowing like a diamond in a stream of sunlight.

The sisters went to the feather and stood over it, staring at it darkly. Laila pinched the feather's stem in two fingers and lifted it for Mala to smell.

Mala flared her nostrils to breathe in the feather's scent. Her eyes went distant, then her face darkened. "It's Artesda's," she said through her teeth.

"Then we're on the right track." Laila let the feather fall back in the bushes. When she looked up again, Mala was visibly angrily, her body tight, her paws balled into fists, her eyes glittering quiet rage.

"Our mission isn't to kill Artesda, Mala," Laila gently coaxed.

Mala's furious eyes snapped on Laila. "Why the hell not!" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "This is because of that angel, isn't it?"

Laila's face darkened. "No."

"Yes, it is. You sucked some angel dick and now you want to spare them all --"

"Will you stop it!"

Mala took a halting step, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Are you defending him? He killed our brothers and sisters! He slashed my eye out of my face! He stole Izra and is probably doing all manner of disgusting shit to him --!"

"We are not going to kill him!"

"Why!" Mala practically screamed.

Laila frowned sadly and put a soothing paw on her sister's shoulder. "Because I don't think we can," she said hoarsely, and her ears went down.

Artesda's strength and skill was astonishing. Learning later that he had survived their ambush had never surprised Laila. After they managed to track him down to the Wilson farm, it became clear as day why Araton would have sent him to escort the Purest One. If they were to attack Artesda now, there was no doubt in Laila's mind that they would lose. She would rather just get Izra and return home defeated. No matter the shame.

Mala's body was still heaving breathlessly with anger, but her breathing slowed as she struggled to accept her sister's words. Her slanted eyes dropped to the grass. "Come on," she said through her teeth. "Let's keep going before we lose sunlight. I bet our angel-boy has left more feathers." So saying, she bitterly snatched her shoulder free and brushed past Laila with a glare.

Laila watched her furious sister stamp off, feeling tired and drained.