Whitefang of the Valla, Chapter 3 (teaser)

Chapter 3.My First Valla Sunrise


Amber woke up when her guardian shifted around her. The girl mumbled and started to rise, but Bella rested a hand on her head and gently held her down. "Rest," she advised quietly, more firmly than Amber would have liked, but listening as she let herself drift back off to a light sleep. She heard some shuffling and dull noises as Bella worked at something, only bothering to truly open her eyes once. The amazon had carved apart some kind of meat, tossing it onto the rock that the cauldron had been resting on last night. It sizzled like a hot grill, and Amber forced her eyes closed again but her stomach started to raise trouble at the smell of the hot meat growing ready. She had to rise before too long.


"Listening to your belly," Bella chuckled as she pushed herself into a sitting position. The woman was at least wearing one of her fur tops now, and she dunked her hands into a shallow bowl of water to wash away the blood from the meat. "Good to see you can follow your instincts."


Amber could see the fire going strong under the improvised grill, and noticed the smoke going out of the hole in the ceiling. The valla weren't fancy, but she guessed they knew what they were doing. She pushed herself up with one arm, and hissed a bit as her shoulder stung. She looked down at the spot she was branded, the mark still there with some of the skin sealed into the shape, but scabbing showing over some of the less clean markings.


"Good morning to you too," Amber muttered, resisting the urge to rub at the valla mark. It hurt to move it, and poking it felt like a bad idea.
"They are all good mornings, so yes it is," Bella chuckled, as if it were some old joke she was proud of. "Sit at our table, child. This deer was strong enough that you can taste the fight in him."


Amber obeyed and sat at the table, though with no seats she took a moment to figure out what to do with her feet. She settled on sitting with her legs folded in the dirt, tugging the rear of her loincloth to act as a seat of sorts. Bella came back a moment later with some broad leaves like primitive napkins, two large cuts of the venison laid out on each. Each sizzling piece was skewered on a thin spike of wood like a kebab. They were blackened in some parts from being overcooked, but at this point it was more assuring than if she had it cooked rare in this place.


"Did you hunt this one yourself?" Amber asked, not sure what else to say as she picked it up. It was obvious no utensils were here. Bella nodded, and watched her with hope in her eyes until Whitefang took a careful bite. The meat was hot, but the skewers made it easy to handle and bite into. It was fresh and a bit on the plain side, but not much about Amber was fancy. She wasn't much for spices, and her simple life was never much to provide them.


She also couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten. She took a big bite, pulling off with her teeth and chewing thoughtfully. Bella gave her a concerned look, Amber finally gulping it down with an apologetic look. "It's very good," she said, licking some of it from her lips and raising it for another bite.


"Is it?" Bella asked, raising her own skewer and taking a huge bite, ripping it off heartily and letting some of the flecks of meat fall off over her chest and lap. She smacked her lips and wolfed down more before she was even finished with her first mouthful.


Amber found herself smiling the first big, dumb smile she had since she'd arrived. The woman was so oddly eloquent and mannered, in her sort of noble savage way, but there was. Eating like a hungry dog who'd just learned how to reach the table. She caught herself giggling while Bella licked her fingers, picking bits of meat from her clothes and body that she'd missed before popping the morsels in as well.


"Yesh," she agreed before swallowing her last  few scraps. "I suppose it was very good!" Amber snickered, and it was hard to keep control over her appetite at this rate. She bit into another big chunk of meat and tore it loose, hurrying to feed her stomach as quickly as it demanded. Bella's chuckling joined with hers, the women gobbled down their meat like they were racing, only on vastly different scales. It was only so long before they were both messy with grease, smiling widely at each other over a few scraps of flesh.


"Wherever do you hide such a belly on a tiny child?" Bella teased with a grin, reaching over to tickle her fingers over Amber's ribs and side. Amber had to giggle and spasm from the startling rubbing.


"I'm not tiny!" she squeaked, the smile still on her face. "You're all just too big."
"Then you'll have to become 'too big' too," Bella advised, biting her next piece in half before popping the other half into Amber's mouth. She was surprised when Bella's fingers went directly into her mouth when she did so, having to wait until she removed them again before she started chewing. Bella had been her only major contact in the village, and if she was any indicator, they didn't have much for personal boundaries. Considering everyone back in Amber's town, with their modest dresses and soft-spoken courtesy, she supposed she had to expect it from a bunch of half-naked women in huts.


Bella finished the meal with a pail of water, dunking a pair of shallow, clay-looking cups, clearly handmade and asymmetrical. It reminded Amber of the kind that a craftsman in her town would throw away or pass off to the less fortunate as something not worth selling. They both washed down their meaty breakfast, Amber apparently forgetting just how thirsty she'd been as she emptied her cup. She set it down on the simple table, where Bella wordlessly dipped it in for a second helping. Amber only guzzled half of it this time before stopping herself to avoid choking. Bella leaned over to rub her back a moment, making Amber cough a bit before it came out as a small burp instead.


Amber blushed at the rude little noise, but Bella grinned hugely at it. Her thick chest visible flexed before she parted her lips for her own larger, deeper belch that filled the cabin for a moment with her gutteral roar.


"You're disgusting!" Amber accused, but she couldn't contain her giggles.


"I am too proud for it to be disgusting," Bella insisted, letting Whitefang finish her drink as she went back to the fire, dipping her hand into the pot of water. "Were you ready to clean yourself?" her guardian asked, running her wet hand through her brown-blond hair.


Like her thirst, the exhausting trauma of last night had distracted her from just how filthy she was. Dry sweat and tears left sticky patches on her, and the tough meat left its mark on her face and lips. It just hit her how badly she wanted a bath.


"Yes," she said warily. Bella nodded and patted the edge of the pot.


"Well the water couldn't be finer than it is."


Amber hesitated out of modesty, but she realized that the maternal amazon had seen her naked for most of the past night, plus however long she had been asleep before that. She undressed from her simple clothes, setting them on the table before she went to the pot. She held the edge to try and climb into it, the lid higher than her waist, but Bella was quick to take her by the armpits and lift her up. She shuffled her hips to lose her own attire before stepping into the large pot, sinking them both into the hot water with Amber settled into her lap. The bath felt amazing after all this time walking and sitting in dirt.


"So..." Amber muttered, running her hands through the makeshift tub. "Mothers bathe with their daughters here, do they?"
Bella laughed again and hugged the girl to her body. "Poor little pup," she chimed, running a handful of water over Amber's cheek. "Of course they do. Whenever they can. No one should have to sit through a lonely bath when they can avoid it."


Amber curled up a bit, rubbing at her sides to scrub at herself under the water. "Did you?" she pried carefully.


"Yes," Bella said solemnly, dipping her hands into the water to rub it through the child's hair. "Many of my nights were warm but alone." She was quiet for a moment, only the splashing of the steaming water to be heard as Bella tended to her new child. "I would bathe like this with my mother after suppers," she said conversationally. "She would lick the mess from the meal off my face, and I would lay on her while she cleaned me, listening to her breathe like it was music."


Amber seemed to get the message, as every brazenly exploring hand scrubbed down her skin. Every motion seemed to set off a ripple of muscles buried in the big woman beneath her, and the limited space let her feel every flex and push. Amber winced as the wide hand went up her belly and reached for her chest, but the strong fingers rubbed delicately over the valla brand.


"Does it still hurt?" Bella asked softly against her ear. Amber shook her head as her hand brushes away some loose skin from the wound. "It's alright if it does. Valla may show pain, we simply do not let ourselves be ruled by it."


"No... it's fine," Amber insisted. "It's sensitive, but it doesn't hurt." The heat made it tingle, as if trying to rekindle the fiery brand that caused it, but it mostly felt numb after hurting so long. More sore than burning. She hadn't had anything worse than hot soup before the valla, so she wasn't sure if it was just a part of the normal process, or something in the substance the chieftess had applied to it.


"That is good," Bella said plainly. She stayed with her work, and Amber could hear the faintest of voices and women working in the distance through the walls and ceiling of the hut. But they were far away, and far more she could hear the humming of the towering woman as she rubbed her down, massaging her muscles and scrubbing away all the filth from her skin. All the while, she hummed deeply and tunelessly, making her big round bosom vibrate and flex softly behind her.


Amber felt herself relaxing in her grip, almost ready to fall back asleep with the rubdown. She was like a ragdoll in her new guardian's strong hands, and her arm lifted limply when Bella raised her wrist to scrub her underarm. Amber just laid comfortably in her lap, letting her strong hands work their magic and watching bits of dirt and loose hair float away in the water.


After uncountable minutes, she felt one of Bella's hand hold her, but the cleaning stopped. She still splashed and moved, but Amber was still listlessly facing away from her, her bottom snuggled into her lap. She had to clean herself, after all, but she wasn't letting Amber go either.


"Should I help?" Amber offered, rolling over enough to look at the amazon. It was the first time she'd seen another woman naked that she could remember, especially so close, and it was a stranger sight than she'd expected. Bella's body was an artistic maze of curves and bulges, hard-earned muscles that appeared to have nothing to do with weights or fitness training. The woman was built like some of the larger farmhands, or the big woodcutters she saw going in and out of the taverns. She was a result of a lot of rich food and hard work, positively huge like a walking mountain. She looked like everything she ate must have been chased down, killed, and prepared by herself.


"You don't need to," Bella replied, rubbing the water up a long and thick arm. "I can shoot a bird in mid-flight. I can wash myself."
"Right..." Amber still watched her with quiet fascination. "Am I going to be that big some day? After living here, I mean."
"You may be," Bella shrugged casually, still perfectly calm and steady in the bath with her new daughter. "I was a babe like anyone else, so it took a long time and lots of hunting. I'm sure you'll grow up into whatever you wish to be."


"I'm not a baby," Amber said half-heartedly, realizing she was still in the other woman's lap. Bella just smiled at her warmly and didn't reply to that. She finished her washing and took a long-dried fur from the bed, wrapping it around Amber in a motion that made her imagine what being hugged by a bear was like. She dried them both off and handed Amber back her clothing before she hung the makeshift towel on over an edge of one of the dressers. She then returned to the fur pile to take one of the larger furs from the bedding and pulling it out to lay across a part of the floor.


Amber didn't know what else she was supposed to do, so she stood out of her way and watched and Bella tugged at it fussily to lay it out as flat as it would go on the dirt floor. "What are you doing?" she asked at last.


"Getting ready to train you," she said with a proud, maybe even excited smile. "I haven't been able to train an apprentice, let alone a daughter before."


"Train me for what?" she asked carefully, still keeping her distance from the fur.
Bella gave her a smaller smile and a look that suggested she was being ridiculous by asking. "To fight," she summarized. "Valla live, valla love, and valla fight. It is what we have always done and what we do best."


Amber went a bit pale at this. "You're going to fight me?" she asked quietly, concerned now that she had seen exactly what the woman was made of in the bath.
"I’ll be training you," Bella laughed at her response. "Of course I won't fight you. Not really, anyway. It would not be fair of me to fight someone who does not look like the have slain a bear before."
"You hunt bear too?"
"And worse," Bella smiled rather proudly, showing her teeth with her grin. Amber looked closer at the fur on the ground, and she couldn't tell just how big it had to have been to cover so much ground.


"So what am I doing? To train, I mean," Amber asked as she approached her foster-mother carefully.
"Well I won't be attacking you, as I said." Bella finally seemed satisfied with the fur and stood in the middle of it. She patted her thighs as if trying to call a dog to her. Her persistent smile held its ground as it kept trying to take over her whole face. “So come on. You attack me."


"Just..."
"Just fight me," Bella insisted brightly. "Try to hurt me. Come at me however you can."


Amber stepped hesitantly towards her and onto the fur, but Bella's hand reached out and tugged her sharply by the wrist. "No hesitating," she insisted. "Act first. You're a valla, and fighting's in your instincts." She tapped the back of her index finger on Whitefang's brand, tender enough to give her a quick shocking sensation but not quite pain.


Amber paused another moment, then pushed out towards Bella with both hands. She had gotten into harmless scraps back at her homeland, but nothing she'd consider actual training. Then again, she wasn't even sure if this was how you trained someone, but a giant woman who killed wild animals had to know something.


Bella flexed her body and let Amber crash into her, shoving with her hands into the bigger woman's fur-clad chest. Bella hardly budged, and raised one arm into Amber's midsection to push her back a few paces. "Good. Now harder, little one. Come! You couldn't hurt me if you tried," she insisted, thumping her chest with her fist.


Amber sucked in another breath and charged again, grabbing the motherly woman's hair. Bella caught her wrist and pulled firmly to one side, letting Amber stumble wildly out of control her side. Amber turned and swung a desperate backhand fist at the amazon. Bella leaned back and blocked it with another meaty arm, smiling all the while. It seemed that as Amber tried harder to hit her, Bella just seemed to smile and enjoy herself that much more. She was caught up in trying her best, but a bit of her wondered if she was that confident, or if she would be even happier if Amber somehow landed a hit.


"Aghhh!" Amber let out a frustrated shriek and dove at her sparring partner. As she connected, Bella leaned back as if she were falling, but planted a hand on her back and twisted to shove Amber down onto the furs. Her big hand pressed against her back, slamming her against the thinly padded ground as the air rushed out of Amber's lungs. She coughed to try and suck in a fresh breath as she tried to rise as if she was doing push-ups, but Bella was still holding her down. Amber could hardly budge her an inch before she was forced back down, trying several times in a mix of squeaks and grunts.


"Let me up," Amber insisted, blushing heavily from effort... and embarrassed about how childish she sounded.


Bella grinned at her and flexed her fingers on the skinny girl's back, grinding her against the ground as her fur rubbed against her squashed little. "You are strong enough. Get yourself up. "


"Uhnng... I cannnn't," Amber insisted.


"Then you are not angry enough," Bella insisted, still smiling serenely. She gave a sharp smack against her ass, getting a high gasp from her adoptive child. "Come now! You kissed the fires last night and tell me there's no rage in there?"


Amber scrambled and kicked at the ground, getting a bit more headway but still trapped by the massive woman. She stopped to catch her breath, her heart pounding as her modest chest puffed against the furs. "You're too big," she admitted. she hated to whine, but how could she be expected to be put through this and succeed?


"And you are small. But runts always surprise their sisters," Bella insisted. "You have all the valla rage squeezed into a smaller pot. Boil it and let it explode, little pup."


Amber tried again, pushing hard against her. Her thin arms shook with effort as she forced her eyes shut, letting out a long groan as she worked against her rough teacher. The hand moved up, Bella giving small pushes and squeezes but still being worked back. Amber was sweating heavily with all the effort and tumbling around, and even if Bella was reducing the pressure on her as she pushed, she was proud. She remembered that once she could walk she would fight with her mother, and she would proudly show some of her friends the bruises she got from their more intense practice sessions. Amber might not be ready for those, but already she admired the promise in her.


Amber got up high enough to roll out from under her grasp, laying on her back and breathing heavily. Bella reached out again, Amber flinching but only receiving a soft pat on her belly. "Good girl," she praised, rubbing the warm, exposed stomach. "I can feel muscles grow under there already." She wriggled her strong fingers, tickling Amber's abdomen and forcing her to break her rest to giggle and squirm in her grip.


The sweating girl shook her head wearily, but she was still smiling as the strong hand rubbed her more steadily, as if rubbing the big woman's hearty calm into her through her palm. "You've earned a short break," she praised, her hand roaming down below her stomach in a way that made Amber previous weary muscles tense. She hadn't exactly had much experience below the loincloth, as it were, and Bella seemed to notice.


"Are you alright? Did you break a muscle?" Bella asked with a touch of concern to her voice, but her hand kept massaging at the space between her navel and groin.


"No, I'm not hurt," Amber said meekly, looking at the amazon's calm, inquisitive face. "But you're... touching." She couldn't seem to fix her gaze on Bella's face, slipping modestly away from her, just to look at the fingers that rubbed just inside the loose waistline of her loincloth.


Bella's eyes softened with her smile as her hand retreated. Amber was a bit relieved, but her heart still raced from the nearly intimate touch. "Ahh, I see. My poor little man-born pup." She reached a hand under Amber's shoulder instead, lifting her up while the smaller girl was still blushing heavily. "You never knew the touch of a mother?"


Amber shifted her weight as she tried to sit comfortably again without showing too much under her loincloth, ending up sitting with her legs spread out and pulling the bottom flap under her bare bum while the front settled between her thighs. "Sort of. My..." She wasn't sure she wanted to talk about her dead mother yet. Part of it was missing her, of course, but it felt like she would offend her savior and hostess, for some reason. "I've been hugged and kissed before, but no one's touched me like that..."


Bella clicked her tongue softly as she palmed Amber's cheek and stroked it over her hair with that confident, benevolent smile that she usually only saw on statues at the temples of the kinder gods. "You've missed much by living in the world out there... a mother and child are the deepest love. The first love, since the First Mother gave life to the second valla from the first. The daughter knows her first breath given by the mother, and her body grows so that she may be like her. The mother is the first to hold her and give her pleasure in her first smile and comforts, and we valla carry this tradition well into their later seasons."


Amber shuffled a bit on her loincloth, still feeling warm in her cheeks and groin. "So... you have sex with your daughters here?" she asked carefully.


Bella paused as she seemed to shuffle some terminology in her head. "It is expected to feel your first release from her mother. Just as my mother did to me when I came of age, and how near every valla comes to know love and their bodies."


Amber blushed again, rubbing her sweaty hands over her thighs. The loincloth was wide enough that she found it was actually pretty handy for that sort of thing. "So... by release, you mean...?”


Bella looked almost shocked at her for a moment. She leaned down and kissed Amber on the lips, another first for the girl. Her body was just starting to cool off from the wrestling practice, but she immediately felt a heat rise up from her lower belly. “Poor little thing,” Bella cooed to her, barely parting her lips from her so that the words blew out and danced across her mouth. "You miss one of the greatest gifts two could share."


Amber wasn't experienced in any sense, not with boys or with girls. The other girls her age sometimes talked about their experiences, but it wasn't something she had pursued. She was busy with the farm, and she had been what her family had assured her was "just a late bloomer." It came up whenever she didn't have a boy she liked or was teased for being too short.


But now, this woman's big, calloused hand ran over her stomach and rested a moment at the edge of her loincloth. Amber didn't know what she expected to happen, but her body was warm and relaxed. The ache in her chest seemed to have vanished, despite the rest of her skin feeling especially sensitive right now. Bella smiled at her, seeing Amber staring up at her wide-eyed and deeply and slowly. She was surprised, confused, but there was no fear that she could see in the girl. Perhaps even a deep, desperate sense of hope.


"Such a beautiful child," Bella smiled, laying down beside her and stroking a hand through her hair. Amber's eyes fluttered at her touch, having never felt so vulnerable in her life. She was all but naked and practically laying in the dirt next to a giant of a woman and her hands were roaming freely over her body. Despite all her confused emotions, something in her just wanted to let her proceed.


Bulla curled up against her, kissing gently at her face as her hand took the fur wrapped around her chest, lifting it up and exposing her chest to the air of their hut. Bella's lips kissed at her cheeks, almost tasting her slowly before her lips reached Amber's again. She felt the girl tense against her, but Bella let her hands wrap around her to hold her against her, fully embraced.


Amber's body relaxed, curling up closer to the amazon. Bella's hands rubbed over her back and neck, massaging her new child's muscles as she relaxed against her. "There's a good girl," she purred against her lips, feeling the girl growing warmer still. She reached down to rub a strong hand on Amber's breast, gently rolling and squeezing it over her chest. Amber's mouth hung open, even as Bella stopped kissing her. She just smiled and watched her reactions as she appreciated her attentions, giving a needy, high-pitched moan.


"Easy now, love," Bella almost laughed at her virginal excitement. "The best is yet to come. I promise." She whispered all her praises and teasing, like it was their little secret. Like it would never leave their hut. Like it was this private world where Bella did nothing but praise and please the strange new girl.


"Please," Amber whispered back, eyes and mouth open wide. Her legs squirmed against her, acting on some confused instinct as Bella rubbed her thumb over Amber's nipples, hard as pebbles at the tips of her breasts. She was small for her age, but at least healthy handfuls grew from her chest.


"Of course," Bella mused back, nodding gently. A hand went down, the other tending to her breast while the mother's fingers brushed aside the smaller girl's loincloth. The air against it was still startling, but Amber didn't recoil or jolt from it. She shivered slightly from excitement at the brush of the fabric and fingers against her thighs.


"Your reward for your trust," Bella explained, just as her index finger curled between her daughter's thighs. It pressed past the thin barrier of her pubic hair and slid just inside her womanhood. Amber had never had anything closer to her than her underwear, so her fingers clenched on Bella's skin and clothes as if she was afraid to leave her.


"I have you, my love," Bella spoke softly and squeezed her to her. Bella's voice was a bit lower in her contained excitement, but she remained in control as her mother and teacher. The finger ran gently up and down, never burrowing too deep as her steady hand spent its time simply coaxing her folds into spreading slowly. Amber opened her legs out further, an unspoken invitation and plea for her touch.


"Good girl," Bella praised softly, her smile growing wide with pride and her finger swept in slowly deeper. Amber was clinging to her tighter still, her hot little breaths puffing against Bella's soft chest. She nodded rapidly, unable to find words for the new sensation beyond simple approval.


"Now... this is what we call a pearl," Bella cooed to her gently, almost as if she were a child. She supposed she was to the big older woman, but that was an afterthought at best. Bella's finger reached deeper still into her, pressing the end of her finger directly against the little nub of flesh and holding it there, as if she were pointing it out to her daughter. Amber let out a sharp gasp at the pressure, almost jumping off the furs if it weren't for Bella holding her against her.


"It is very precious, and very delicate," Bella went on explaining, rubbing her finger very slightly up and down. Amber could tell it was only slight because she felt every twitch and shift of her finger against the sensitive growth. "It is a woman's secret, and it is her dearest treasure. You protect it, and share it only with those that you love, understand?"


Amber breathed heavily, her eyes glassy and her mouth hanging open enough that she drooled over the edge of her mouth. Then Bella's finger slid back out of her.


"Do you understand?" she said, the slightest bit more firmly. She ran her finger up Amber's thigh, reaching her stomach before she could answer. Amber noted how her finger felt warm and sticky, looking down enough to note the clear fluid that coated the finger that had entered her.


"I do. I promise," Amber panted, her voice tight and desperate. "Only ones I love. Please... please, mama!"


The last word made Bella pause, but only to smile wider still. "Anything for my child," Bella chimed gently, reaching her hand back down. She wanted to reward the girl for being more docile and appreciative, so this time she slid two fingers into her. More than that looked like it could hurt the poor thing. The big digits pushed in until both of their tips wriggled and teased against Amber's love button. Amber's body arched and pressed up against Bella's as the amazon mother slid her up higher, leaning down as if to kiss her. Instead she locked her lips onto one of Amber's hard nipples, sucking and kissing noisily at it.


Amber gasped and shivered as the noise of Bella's mouth mixed together with the faint, wet sucking noises of Amber's womanhood around her fingers. "Yessss..." Amber hissed in mindless pleasure, fingers raking over Bella's skin.


"Yes what?" Bella muttered before placing her open mouth around most of Amber's breast, batting at its nipple with her tongue.


"Yes, mama!" she squealed out, her hips starting to buck in time with the pumping fingers. There came a sort of fog over Amber's mind as her whole body shook uncontrollably, as if she were having a seizure. She felt wonderfully numb as her vagina clenched around Bella's fingers a moment before she released her orgasm over them. It was her first, and she wouldn't be able to move or think for well over a minute afterward. She felt something coming out of her, Bella smiling proudly and keeping her fingering going until Amber seemed properly emptied. She rolled her fingers around slowly inside of her before slipping them back out gently. Even then Amber felt every touch down there, sweaty and panting on the fur as if she had just run a marathon.


"Oh wow," she said at last, trying to steady her breathing and staring up at the ceiling. "I can't... what was that?"
"You had your first orgasm, my love," Bella chuckled with a shake of her head. "The goddesses were generous to give them to us when they made us. Tell me. How does it feel, so fresh and new?" Bella curled up against her, still holding the child who shivered now and then in small aftershocks of pleasure.


"It's... insane. It's so big and throbbing, and it's all... so warm and fuzzy inside. I'm so hot and tired, but so excited too."


Bella smiled and cupped her cheek, turning her to kiss her firmly on the lips again. "How about this? Whenever you want. Any time we are alone, I will grant them to you."


Amber's eyes fluttered dizzily at her. "There... I can have more than one?!"


Bella hid nothing in this laugh at her daughter's words. "Oh the things that we say after our orgasms! Yes, my little one. You can have as many as you like. You'll grow used to them, but..." She reached down and tapped on Amber's crotch gently, getting a squeak and a jump from the smaller lover. "You'll find you need rest between them for now."


Bella lifted her fingers to her face, licking them clean in front of her. The smell was earthy, but a bit sweet to Amber, like some sort of exotic juice. Bella must have caught her staring, as she smiled at her and playfully thrust a finger into her mouth. Amber's eyes widened, instinctively suckling on it. It was a strange flavor, not something she was against per se, but shocking and not overwhelmingly strong.


Bella took the finger out with a husky giggle and licked the last of her hand clean. "It's a taste you will grow used to before long," she advised vaguely, holding her tightly against her. Amber just buried her face into Bella's breasts, the big warm flesh billowing up and down slowly against her cheeks. Amber took her time relaxing with the sturdy woman, and Bella made no moves to rush her.


"Thank you," she muttered softly from between her mother's breasts.
"It was a pleasure," Bella assured her, rubbing her back with a powerful hand. "It's a shame you hadn't felt it sooner."
"I mean everything." Amber nuzzled up against her as if trying to find some way to be even closer to her. "All you've done for me so far. It's... it's all strange and scary for me. I called you a kidnapper, when you've given me food and shelter. And... this. Thank you so much for being my mother."


She looked up at Bella, the big woman already looking down at her. Amber kissed her on the lips gently, a small but powerful gesture to the big woman. Her great arms hugged her tighter to her, her heart stirred by the peck on the lips even after the intimate touch.


"I will keep you safe," Bella whispered softly to her. "I will guard you with my life, child, and make you strong. I will keep you fed and happy. This I promise." She eased her grip to bring Amber back into view. She took Amber's fingers, moving them to touch the old brand on her own chest. "I swear it as your sister of the valla, and as your mother."


Amber took one of the big hands in both of hers, rubbing it a bit until Bella lifted it helpfully. She guided the warrior mother's hand to her own brand, tingling more than it hurt by now, though that may have been the afterglow of her orgasm talking. "And I'll never thank you enough. I owe you my life."


Bella smiled back at her, eyes watering up as they quietly touched each other's' matching marks. Neither had the words to continue until Amber's stomach spoke up for them with a low growl. Amber blushed again and Bella laughed heartily, sitting back up and patting her daughter on the thigh.


"Ah! The one reason we cannot stay inside and touch our pearls all day!" she joked, pulling Amber's loincloth back around her hips and standing up. "I can fetch us a supper."


She sat up and paused, turning back towards Amber. Her legs were a bit shaky, but she was able to sit up and pull her fur top back on. "Would you like to see?" Bella offered.


Amber looked up at her puzzled as she pulled on her top. "See what? Dinner? Yes please!"


Bella laughed and gestured at the flap of furs that covered the door to the hut. "Of course, my precious gem. But I meant the village. Do you want to meet the valla?"