Fire thaws Ice by Guest writer Doe

 Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles.


Written by Doe (aelita.biedermann)

 



Fire thaws Ice

She laid, curled up on the floor with her hands fisted in the fur, half smiling, half crying. The emotions of a girl in turmoil. Freedom was within her grasp, one way or another. All she need do was be patient and wait, but uncertainty warred within her. The frigid ice of the Free Woman, promised at the least coin, if not station and the raging fire of the girl, promised nothing except steel about her neck and agonizing heat at her thigh. 


A week earlier the choice would have been simple, the woman beginning to shatter beneath the weight of steel. Now though, the fires in her belly softened her to the steel and she began to feel a certain comfort, a certain kind of belonging. She had always known herself to be pretty, but never in all her years did she believe men would want to possess her, like any other slave girl. Would want to touch, brand and collar her. Would want to have her beneath his whip. And yet, they did and for the first time in a long time she felt truly desired. She felt the hungry looks men gave her that she knew was them wishing to jealously claim her. 


She belongs…She is desired…And she realized then that she was truly free. A freedom that she desperately didn't want taken from her. She wanted to remain in condition to that freedom and as tears rolled down her cheeks, she let out a whisper that in its sentiment may have been so powerful a larl may have trembled


“La Kajira…”


Fire had thawed ice.

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