"He Speaks For Us" - Sex Stories

"He Speaks For Us"

... tribes, of the lineages which they represented and maintained, and of the separation and hostility each felt to another. Through it all, the girl lay transfixed. No military mind had she, and no devious thoughts of betrayal crossed her face, only curiosity. When the Scale had finished, he slouched slightly. “What’s wrong?” the girl asked. “I promise, I won’t tell anyone!” She seemed almost worried. “It is not you,” he replied, shaking his head. “It is hard to explain in your words. Telling you has reminded me of how important my journey is, and reminded me that I am a stranger in a land which does not want me. I am worried now.” The girl sat up quickly. “You still need a guide, right?” He nodded. “I’ll go with you then! I know every city from here to Thengiron out west, and I can keep you out of trouble too! I promise I won’t burden you!” No, the Scale thought. “Very well,” he said. The girl smiled broadly, leaned forward, and embraced him. “Thank you,” she said softly. He could feel tears upon his shoulder. He slowly put his arms around her as well. “You’re so warm,” she observed. They sat there, arms across each other and bodies pressed close together, for what felt to the Scale like an eternity. Unfortunately, it ended when the girl exclaimed “Oh!” and pushed off of him. “I am Ytha, by the way. I haven’t chosen my second name yet. What am I supposed to call you?” “We have no need of names,” the Scale explained. “We are each the same.” The girl- Ytha- frowned. “But you’re ...

... not the same. You’re a lot taller than any other Scale I’ve seen, you’re much thinner, and you don’t have a tail. Shouldn’t you have a name?” “If I am needed, the tribe need only ask where their Speaker is, and I am known well enough for them to find me.” “So your name is Speaker?” The Scale’s jaws twitched, as if to frown. “No. I am a remnant of Emperor Anakaras. I need no other name.” “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say…” “It is alright. You could not understand.” Ytha squinted her eyes at him. “But I still need to be able to call you something, or you’ll stand out. What does a Speaker do, anyways?” “I was the one who spoke to men when they came. I learned their tongue, and I talked to them to get things we needed.” Ytha leaned against the wall, resting her cheek upon her fist. “What about Hatib?” she asked after a few minutes. “I do not know that word.” “It’s a shortening of ‘he speaks for us’.” Ytha explained. “I think it suits you.” “Do names all have meanings?” “Of course. Names are important to everybody else. They’re how you know each other, and they can say a lot about a person. It’s why I haven’t chosen my second name yet- I want to make sure I know who I am first.” “Then what is the meaning of your first name?” “It’s a word from across the sea, I think. I was told it means ‘river’ or ‘stream’, or just a flowing bunch of water.” “It is very beautiful.” Ytha’s face flushed. She looked down, but the Scale saw her concealing a smile. “Thank you,” was all she said. “And ...