The Weapon - Genesis - part 5
By Diana the Valkyrie
Flying lessons


Next day she woke him up. "Rise and shine, new day! Come on sleepyhead, it's
noon." "Guh" She kissed him. "Hey, come on, you want to sleep for ever?" She
chivied him into the shower, and rubbed him down with a towel, pushed him into
the bedroom to get dressed and skipped downstairs to get breakfast ready. He
was almost awake by the time he got to the table, and she gave him a cup of
coffee. "You're very chipper this morning," he said. "Yes, well. I got myself
a new Wielder" she replied, smiling. "I feel like I've been put in a tumble
drier," he said. "Actually, that's not far from what happened." "I'm bruised
all over," he complained. "Nonsense. I checked, it's just muscle soreness, you
haven't had a good workout for much too long. You'll be right as rain in a
couple of days. And a few weeks from now, you'll be able to handle it every
day without any difficulty." "Handle what?" "Me. Your Weapon." "What? We do
the Rite of Binding every day?" She chuckled. "Well, maybe not the full Rite.
But at least part of it, yes. Why, don't you like the idea?" He was fully
awake now. "Well. Yes. Of course. But. Look, I'm forty-seven, you'll kill me."
"Kill you with too much sex." "No. Yes. Hell, I don't know, you're the expert
in this." "No I'm not, I'm just the Weapon, you're the person who's supposed
to know what he's doing." "Look, this is just totally outside my experience, I
don't know why you think ... " "Well, don't look at me, I'm only two days old,
three days now, you think I have much experience?" "You know exactly what
you're doing, you minx. And is it my imagination, or are you taller than you
were before?" "I added a few inches, you like?" He looked her up and down. "I
like." He pulled her towards him. "Come sit on my lap."

She sat on his lap and put her arms round his neck, his head was buried in her
breasts. "And these have gotten bigger, too." "Uh huh." "And your hair is
longer, what's going on here?" "Well, like I said. I didn't want to intimidate
you before, but now we're, er, intimate, and I'm your Weapon, so I want to
look good for you. Plus it'll help if I can intimidate other people a little
bit, won't it?" "Yes, I guess. But I thought I was supposed to make these
sorts of decisions?" "No, you don't make all the decisions, honey. You decide
strategy, I do tactics. When the chips are down, I can't ask you every move I
make, can I?" "No, but what happened to I command and you obey?" "You decide
the strategy, you Wield the Weapon. You decide what I'm going to hit, I sort
out the nitty gritty of what angle and what speed and stuff like that. And I,
I obey, like I said, the oath means what it says." "And protect? You said
you're pretty much indestructible, nothing can damage you past the first
shield, how do I protect you?" "There's more than one kind of damage, my love.
Physical damage isn't a problem for me, but emotional - that's a whole
different ball game. See, you've got 47 years of emotional armour. I've got
three days. I haven't got your good judgement and experience of who to trust
and who not to, I'd just trust everyone. That's one of the reasons I need you,
I need someone to tell me what to do. Oh, my Wielder, I'll love you and
protect you and obey you and it'll be so good, so fine, so lovely." She kissed
him, and fed him some toast and marmite. "Flying practice today?" she asked.
He grimaced. "Or we could spend the whole day making love." He smiled. "That's
a very attractive proposition, Wendy, but I think you're right, we should go
out flying. It's a fine clear day, perfect for you to show me what you can do
and for me to get used to being flown around."

He put some marmalade on a slice of toast, and fed it to her. "You know, last
night, you were, well, I don't really have the words for it. But I'd guess
that no man has ever had an experience like that before. You were amazing."
"Thank you, just doing my job." "Your job?" She laughed. "Joking. I really
loved making it so good for you, really." "But I don't feel like I did much
for you." "Ah." "Ah?" "Um." "What do you mean, Ah, Um?" "Honey, I'm not a
person." "Yes, I think you proved that pretty conclusively last night, that
was not a human female anatomy. I mean, mostly it was, but there were a few,
er, extras." "Duncan, you know that love is in the mind, not in the heart?"
"Yes, of course" "And I'd guess it's no surprise to you to know that pleasure
is in the brain, not in the genitals?" "Well, I suppose so, but it certainly
feels like it comes from down there." "Well, I don't get any pleasure out of
sexual stimulation." "You don't?"

She shook her head. "But, but. You were faking it? I heard you saying yes and
ooh and stuff, so you must have been faking it? No!" "No, not like that. Wait
a minute, don't jump at me like that, calm down and listen. It's complicated."
"It always is with you." "It is with you too, but you're used to it so you
don't see the complexity. Wait a minute, let me think how to explain this."
"OK."

"Look, when you touch my nipple, you like it, right?" "Yes, of course." "But
the reason you like it isn't because of what you feel, it's because of what
you know I feel. You share the sensations with your sexual partner, you know
what response you're causing, and so you share that response." "OK" "Well,
it's the same for me, only more so. The whole thing that I feel, is what
you're feeling. I share all your sexual pleasure. When you feel pleasure at
touching me, I share that. When you feel pleasure from me touching you, I feel
that, even more. And when I bring you to a shattering, soul-wrenching
screaming orgasm, I feel that in spades. I share your love. I'm your Weapon,
you're my Wielder, and I share what you feel." "Telepathy?" "No, sympathy.
Like when you touch my nipple and feel pleasure from my response." "But you
don't feel ..." "I do, though, because I can feel your reaction to what you
think I'm feeling." "But. Wait. This is recursive." "No, it's love," she
smiled.

"Wow. That's, that's, um. No wonder you knew exactly what to do to me and how
much and stuff." "Mmm. I make a pretty good sexual weapon too, don't I?" "You
certainly do, come here so I can kiss you." "I'm already sitting on your mmmm
ummm."

After breakfast, and stuff, they walked out into the garden. "Flying lessons",
she said. "I don't get this. You already know how to fly, and you can teach me
until you're blue in the face, all I'm going to be able to do is fly straight
downwards until I hit the ground." "Yes, but I have to learn how to fly with
you, it's not the same as solo. And you have to learn how to fly with me, I
don't want you puking up all over me." "As if I would." "You nearly did
yesterday." "Oh. Yes. Well. I wasn't expecting it, you know? You caught me
off-guard." "Yeah, right," she laughed. "Duncan, there's a little monkey
inside of you that knows all about falling out of trees, and the monkey does
not like the sensation of weightlessness, or the feeling of having nothing to
hold on to." "I can hold on to you, though." "Sure, you can clutch on to me
like grim death, scared as hell and making me worry about you, or you can
learn how to fly." "I'll learn." "OK, hold on to me now." He put his arms
round her neck and held on tight, while she rose ten feet in the air.

"OK, this is high enough to start with. Sweetheart, I want you to let go of my
neck." "But I'll fall." "You think I'd let you get hurt? Love you and protect
you?" "Noooo. I guess. No, I don't guess, I know. OK then." He let go. "So
what's keeping me up?" "I am. You want to hold my hand?" "How will that help?"
"Actually, it won't, but I bet it makes you feel better about this." She took
his hand in hers. "How's that?" "I have to say, my stomach doesn't like this
at all." "It'll get used to it. Come on, let's move a bit." She flew forward
at walking speed, and he was still alongside of her. She speeded up to a trot,
and he was still by her side. They flew along for a minute or two, along the
road and into a park nearby; she turned to him and said "How's this?" "This is
OK." "Right, now lets go up a bit." She held on to his hand and they zoomed
upwards to treetop height, then they hovered in place. "See, it's not so bad,
is it?" "I felt better when I was closer to you." "Duncan, if I need to do
aerobatics, I can always hug you close to me, but I want your instincts to get
used to the idea that you don't need to hold on to anything. Because you
don't; as long as I'm with you, you can't fall." "I know, I know, now tell the
monkey inside me." "OK, let's give the monkey something to think about."

She held his hand and zoomed upwards, hovering just below the clouds. "It's a
long way down, isn't it?" "Mmm, a mile or so." She let go his hand, and he
started to fall. Slowly at first, but before a minute, his body had reached
the speed that a falling human reaches, when the force of gravity is matched
by the wind resistance, 125 knots. He was tumbling; rolling and twisting, and
he closed his eyes, not wanting to be sick. Suddenly he was caught and held by
a strong pair of hands that pulled him towards a delightfully soft but firm
body. "You didn't think I'd let you fall to the ground, did you?" "Not for a
moment, Wendy, but I was wondering just how long you'd let me drop." "I think
maybe you're starting to trust me." "It think so, but, uh ..." "Mmm?" "Can we
not do that again? Please?"

"Up, up, and away" she said, and zoomed up straight into the clouds. For some
seconds, they were flying blind, and he hoped there wasn't too much traffic in
these clouds. Then they broke through into bright sunshine, the clouds like a
fluffy white carpet below. "See, isn't that lovely?" He had to agree, the blue
sky above, the white clouds below, the brilliant sunshine. "Hey Duncan - wanna
fuck?" "What here?" "Sure here." "Isn't it a bit ... public?" "You mean,
because we can see and be seen for twenty miles around us?" "Er, yes?" "No,
it's perfectly private. If an airplane comes by, we'll hear it coming, and we
can duck down into the clouds." "Is this part of the Binding?" "Well, no. And
yes. This is because we like it, but I think each time we do it, that does
Bind us closer, don't you think?"

"I'm sure it does, but I really don't think I can keep up this pace. After
last night, I'm totally, well. Drained. I'm not exactly a teenager, you know.
I might be able to go another round this evening, but honestly, love, I
couldn't right now." "I bet you could if I did this." "Oh." "And that." "Oh,
oh." She pulled up her skirt, and tugged his trousers down. Her legs
surrounded his waist, her arms around his body. And her vagina drew his
stiffening penis inside, pulling and squeezing like she was a milking machine.
"You know, you're a very multifunctional Swiss Army Knife." "Yes, I am, aren't
I? But more like a kitchen Mixmaster, I think. Maybe you could call me a Sex
Machine." "Wow. So what have you got?" "Well, there's the juice squeezer, and
the garlic crusher." "Oh, oh." "And the vacuum attachment." "Ahhhhh." "And the
nutcracker." "Ouch! Oh. Oh wow. You know ... after you ... I'm never ... going
to ... have sex ... with a ... normal woman ... ever again? Aaaaaghhhhhh
....." "Shh, shh. quiet, you'll scare the birds." "What birds?" "Well, if
there were any."

Then she called out in a loud, clear voice "My strength is your strength. My
power is your power. I will love you and protect you and obey you. Until the
end of time."

"Your strength is my strength. Your power is my power. I will love you and
protect you and command you. Until the end of time."

She held him while the explosions of orgasm died down. "Better now?" she
asked. "Mmm, much. Just don't expect anything tonight." "Oh, I won't, I won't.
Anything that happens tonight will just be a bonus, yes?" "There won't be any
bonuses tonight, you wonderful sex machine, you." "Oh well," she said, "never
mind, we'll just have to see what happens. Deal with things as they come up.
If they come up. If you follow me. Now, I think we've done enough flying for
today, let's get back down and use our legs." "Speak for yourself, sex
machine, I don't think my legs are strong enough to support me right now." She
flew them back down to the park, and landed by a small stand of trees.