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Journey to Carlin
by Remmelt de Haan (remmelt@kosterix.icce.rug.nl)
***
A night together is worth more than gold in your purse.
A slice of life in a fantasy world, all by themselves.
(MF, rom, fantasy)
***
They still had a couple of weeks before they were
expected to arrive in Carlin and meet the others. They
could make the journey in seven days time, but they were
in no hurry. Avoiding towns and main roads, they were
more concerned with keeping a low profile. On the fourth
night they camped at the edge of a lake not far from a
village called Oak's Grove. As usual, Abigail fed and
took care of the horses and Ukko prepared the evening
meal.
He roasted the two rabbits they'd caught in their snares
two days ago and filled their waterskins with fresh
water from the lake. Making sure that their fire was not
visible from across the lake - Oak's Grove lay on the
other side - he wondered why his companion had been so
lost in thoughts the past couple of days. She wasn't
much of a talker to begin with, but she seemed unusually
quiet off late.
He didn't mind though. She was very refreshing after
experiencing the ladies of the big city who seemed so
full of themselves and talked the entire evening and, if
they could, after that. "Hey, what's eating you, Ears?"
Ukko said, trying to get a rise out of her. Abigail
turned in irritation. "Don't call me that." She led her
mare down to the waterside where she could drink. Ukko
shook his head and dug out his salt pouch from the
saddlebags.
"Dinner's ready," he announced after a while.
They ate for the most part in silence. Sitting opposite
her and having the advantage of added height Ukko
watched Abigail eat. Her eyes focussing on the task at
hand she gently tore off small pieces of meat with her
mouth. From time to time she licked the dripping off her
long, slender fingers. There was an unstudied elegance
about her eating, the same unconscious grace applying to
most other things she did.
"You told me you cut your hair out of rebelliousness. So
that they couldn't miss seeing your ears," Ukko said.
The fire's flames gave her face and hands a fiery glow.
"Uhuh," she replied, concentrating on the meat and
spitting a piece of bone into the fire. "Are you letting
it grow back now?" he asked.
She nodded. "I grow tired of the hood. I want to feel
the sun on my face again without having to give away
that I'm..." Her voice faded and she followed a couple
of sparks that had leapt up from the fire. "That, and
the fact that I'm around someone with whom I can be
myself again." Her eyes caught his. Ukko couldn't find a
proper response to the sudden praise and nodded instead.
After dinner Ukko carved a large splinter of wood out of
a branch and started picking his teeth with it, one of
his favorite after-dinner activities. Abigail took a
dirty rag and started cleaning the mechanism of her
crossbow. Ukko let out a modest burp. An owl hooted
nearby. A few crickets launched into a new recital.
He felt at peace, sitting here beside the fire and
listening to the sounds around them. The lake's surface
was smooth, reflecting the lights of Oak's Grove at the
farside. Cloud and King stood next to the old willow
near the water, nuzzling. Two hills between them and the
nearest path. If there was more to life than killing,
looting and pillaging, this, he thought, could very well
be it.
His eyes drifted back to Abigail and he smiled. She
hooked her feet behind the wood of the bow, took the
bowstring in her hands. Ukko looked at the play of her
muscles of her arms as she started to draw the string
back. Only the pursing of her lips betrayed the effort.
She caught him staring and frowned.
"What?"
"You're so quiet, Ears," he chuckled. With great speed
Abigail nocked an arrow, aimed the bow at him and fired.
The arrow hit something next to his shoulder. The
warrior just sat there, the blood drawn from his face
and his mouth hanging open. "G-gotcha. I won't call you
that again," he said in a hoarse voice. She smiled at
that. When she lowered the bow Ukko glanced beside him
to see what she had hit.
Next to his shoulder lay a snake, its head pierced with
an arrow. He released his breath in a long, slow sigh.
"Koriel guard me! I thought you were going to shoot me!"
He tried to clear his throat. "There was no time to warn
you," she apologized. "Are you alright?"
"I think so... Do you think it was poisonous?" Abigail
shrugged. "Don't know. But it was about to give you a
lovebite. Would've given a nasty wound in the neck from
any kind of snake." Ukko pushed the arrow through the
snake's head and gave it back to her. "Thanks, Abby."
"Hey, next time you save my skin again." After a short
inspection of the sight she put the bow and the cleaning
rag away.
She got up and walked down to the edge of the water. In
the light of the rising moon she unfastened the buckles
of her chainmail shirt. Ukko stared as she took the
shirt off and put it on a large boulder near the water.
Her beltpouch and sheathed dagger were put on top of it.
She managed to take her boots off without
unceremoniously limping around on one foot. Then she
slowly stripped her legs of the padded armor. She was
now only dressed in a long shirt that used to be white
but which had now reverted to a more neutral grey. From
not more than ten feet away Ukko admired her. From her
long legs, muscled yet graceful, and the curve of her
hips to the swell of her breasts and the outlines of her
nipples, clearly visible through the shirt.
She was breathtaking. He could hardly believe this was
the same person who had drunk him under the table two
weeks ago in Woolfson Bridge. Normally, he decided, any
woman looking like she did now, combined with her sense
of humor and the ability to keep up interesting
conversation would be impossible to resist. How come he
hadn't noticed her before?
Abigail took off her jewelry, two rings and a necklace
and dropped it in one of her boots. She turned her back
to him and slowly lifted her shirt. For his mind's eye
he envisioned them together, his hands at the small of
her back while he... Ukko blinked his eyes to get rid of
that train of thought. But he wondered why he'd never
even considered trying to get her into bed with him. A
small voice inside him answered, because friends are too
valuable to take advantage of. And you're not like
Dlanor.
Abigail folded her shirt and bend down to put it on top
of her armor, giving him a broad view of her butt, hips
and the treasure, that lay between them. If she were
putting on a show for him, it was definitely working. He
had a raging erection which started to become painful.
She stepped into the water and slowly waded towards the
deeper parts of the lake, her hips and ass swaying. She
looked over her shoulder. "Come on in, the water's
great!" she called.
Ukko raised his hand in response. He gathered some
branches and threw them on the fire. He unfastened his
leather belt and thought about the dangers they had
faced together. The encounter with the Death Knight
still brought him shivers. For a while he was distracted
by loosening the straps of his jerkin and by the time he
dropped his pants his erection had withered enough for
him not to embarrass himself in case he was imagining
things. The water was cold enough to be refreshing and
still warm enough for comfort.
"Did you never do this when you were younger?" Abigail
asked, treading water as he swam towards her. "Nope."
"C'mon, on, a farm boy like you?" She giggled. "Swim
naked at night?"
"They worked me too hard," he admitted. "I was too tired
to do anything at night." He found out he could just
touch the stones on the bottom with his toes. He found
an elevated rock with a smooth surface and stood on it.
They were just grinning stupidly at each other for a
moment. "You standing on a rock? Maybe I can too." She
nearly tripped on his toes, lost her balance and
regained it when he put his arms around her. Her arms
slipped around his neck and her groin slowly rubbed
against his, leaving little doubt about what she wanted.
The warm, smooth skin of her back felt great under his
wandering hands.
His member hardened again and nuzzled her left thigh.
There appeared something unsaid, still, so he stopped
momentarily to face her. He was surprised to see a tear
running down her cheek. "Do you need a reason?" she said
softly.
Ukko thought about that. "To be honest, no. I eat when
I'm hungry, drink when I'm thirsty and sleep with
someone when I'm lonely. A night of passion for the sake
of passion is fine by me. But I wondered what /you/
wanted out of this."
Abigail blinked away another tear.
"My life's mostly been dark. There's so much blood and
death in it. So many friends lost. For every foe slain
we lose something of ourselves. I wanted to add some
brightness and..." She gulped and added: "Like you said,
no strings attached." Ukko realized he could as easily
fall in love with this woman as he could slip off the
rock they were standing on. He wasn't about to confuse
the issue by saying so.
He knew he wanted to possess this sensual being, to know
what she would sound like in the heat of passion and to
see the movements of her slender form and sleek feminine
muscles, striving towards perfection in a rather
different art than unarmed combat. He also didn't want
to think about the next morning. "Don't you desire me,
Ukko?" she asked, mistaking his hesitation.
"Absolutely," he said. He moved his face towards hers
and licked the underside of her nose. Then he grabbed
her buttocks, lifted her out of the water and flipped
her over backwards. She surfaced gasping for air. In a
low voice she growled: "You're going to pay for that!"
"I'm soo scared!" Ukko cooed.
He started a quick crawl to get some distance between
them. She grabbed a foot and yanked him underwater. They
both surfaced seconds later, facing each other. Abigail
splashed water in his face and laughed. Ukko liked to
see that she enjoyed herself and was determined to keep
her spirits up. She'd never smiled much, at least not as
much as he would like. He splashed back and dove
underwater.
He encountered a smooth leg and pulled on it. They
wrestled and tried to push the other down. When they hit
the bottom, which was littered with pebbles, Abigail
pulled him close. Ukko felt her soft lips caress his,
reminding him of their intentions.
It was some time before they got tired of chasing each
other and got out of the water.
They shared a blanket and lay down next to the fire to
dry. When by mutual consent the course of events for
this night had been clearly outlined, neither one of
them was in a great hurry to consummate their desire.
They both wanted to draw out the experience. For a while
they were content to hold eachother and stare into the
flames of the fire.
Abigail smiled at him. He smiled back. It was infectious
and she found she couldn't stop grinning. She stuck out
her tongue at him and shook her head, spraying his face
with drops of water. Ukko tickled her and she giggled.
They kissed, softly. He stroked her face with surprising
tenderness, slowly licking her right ear. "Ahh, praise
Shilohin," Abigail moaned. She had only suspected that
her ears were so sensitive.
It was as if her ears were directly connected to her
nipples and what she liked to call her private garden.
Suddenly eager to be joined, she slipped her hand down
and grasped his shaft, now more rigid than ever. Ukko
grunted in appreciation but continued licking her,
following her jawline and neck. Slowly massaging his rod
Abigail asked breathlessly: "Am I going too fast for
you?"
Ukko groaned: "Uhh... do as you... ahh.. please. I'm
yours..."
With satisfaction she noticed that his head was as
slippery as she was. Sitting up briefly she leaned back
and slowly let his shaft enter her garden, all the while
watching his face. They both sighed deeply as she slid
down.
After a few moments she rested her buttocks against his
hips, his penis firmly lodged inside her. They slowly
moved against against each other, trying to find the
rhythm. Her hard nipples dragged across his, adding fuel
to their passion. Ukko admitted to himself that during
combat practice he /had/ wondered how the young female,
at the time performing a complicated figure, would look
and feel in this position.
Now he knew: it felt great. She looked great, smiling
and making purring noises from the back of her throat.
Her hair, which looked pearly white in the moonlight,
was still partially wet and tousled. He was staring at
her small breasts, which hardly swayed despite the long
and deliberate thrusts of her hips. He wanted to know
what the dark, hardened nipples would taste like, but
there was time enough; for the time being he satisfied
himself by pulling and twisting those two heated points
of pleasure. Abigail felt as if she slipped into a hot
bath.
Heat flowed from different parts of her body towards her
loins, where it accumulated. She looked down to where
their bodies were joined, her matted hairs mingling with
his darker hair. Where his penis entered and filled her
private garden, which seemed to be burning with need.
Soon Abigail felt the tying of a knot in her stomach,
the familiar knot that kept expanding.
Her nipples were tingling in time with her heartbeat,
which was going faster and faster. He reached out and
sharply pinched her right nipple. That send her over the
edge. With a loud scream that silenced the cricket
orchestra she exploded into orgasm. She tried to keep up
her movements while the hot waves coursed through her
frame. His hands supported her hips, helping her along.
She felt herself gripping him with great force, felt her
heart match that delicious pounding she felt throughout
her loins. Ukko tried to keep up the rhythm without
giving in to the stars himself.
Trying to counter the feeling of her warm, wet sheath
moving around him and the sound of her continuous
moaning in his ears, he thought of tax-collectors and
death knights. She helped by trying to dig her nails
into his shoulders. Abigail ground her pubic bone into
his, drawing out her pleasure. The moment passed and
their movements slowed. When the last waves had passed
she opened her eyes again. She still felt the blood run
through her nipples and fingertips.
With a blush on her cheeks she sighed: "Oh, Shilohin!
Wow..."
"You are beautiful when you reach the stars," he told
her. Catching her breath she felt that he was still
hard. Recalling an intensive three-hour battle-practice
she wondered how long their stamina would last. Neither
of them had broken a sweat yet. It would be a lot of fun
to find out, she thought and smiled wickedly.
"I'm curious what you will look like," she replied.
Eager to join the stars again she started to move again.
After she had had three more orgasms they tried out
other positions, the Autumn Crane, the Faceless Unicorn.
When they switched to Butterfly they were both panting
from exertion. Ukko leaned on his arms and licked the
sweat of her forehead. She tasted salty. "Can you give
me one more?" she asked hopefully. Shilohin, I'm getting
greedy, she thought. I've joined the stars eight times
in one night and I want more!
Ukko chuckled. "I'll try hon, but I'm almost ready to
go. Can't you feel it?" Embarrassed by her selfishness
she nodded. "I'll let you go. Don't worry about me." She
fondled his jewels and her hips started a gentle rhythm.
Ukko groaned. Whether he moved or not, his pleasure kept
mounting. It wouldn't be long before his companion, now
writhing under and around him, would send him on his
journey.
"Are you..." he started to ask.
"Safe? Yes, I'm in the middle of my... unngh... safe
period." Abigail flung her arms around him and sped up
her movements. "You can stay inside of me... nnghh..."
Her private garden, which by now felt like a mountain
river in spring, had covered his rod with copious
amounts of her juices. Soft liquid noises joined the
other sounds of their lovemaking. "Ahh... actually I
insist..." she panted. Putting her hands on his hips she
tried to coax him to greater speed. She felt his member
expand inside her and realized he was almost gone.
To increase her excitement the warmth inside her
concentrated once again into a fiery ball which was
growing rapidly. If they timed it right they might leave
together! She pulled him close and whispered: "Almost
going, dear friend? So am I... If we're not careful we
might go together..." Her sultry comments and her soft,
sweaty body sliding beneath him almost send him away.
Ukko gritted his teeth and tried to slow down, but
Abigail would have none of it.
"Did you ever make a Lover's Journey with a friend?" she
continued. "I'll wager you didn't." The words added fuel
to the fire they both felt building inside them.
Amazingly, neither one of them had left yet. It was
almost a contest of strengths, the muscles in their arms
and legs strained and their minds set to launch the
other into paradise.
"Ladies first," he groaned. "No, go with me," she
insisted. "Leave with me... please!!" Ukko drove his
member all the way inside her and let himself go.
Abigail gasped when she felt his hot streaks up inside
her, releasing in time with the tightening of her own
inner muscles. Then the fireball exploded in her and she
was consumed by the flames. Ukko growled as her release
fuelled his.
He gripped her shoulders and thrust again, and again.
She retaliated by locking her ankles behind his back and
drawing that delicious member inside her burning garden,
quenching and fueling her fire at the same time. They
looked at each other, smiling and panting, their eyes
trying to catch as much detail as possible.
Finally the sensations dulled and their movements
slowed. By unspoken agreement he stayed inside her. She
traced the contours of his shoulder blades, enjoying the
closeness. Every small movement still caused some
muscles to contract, which in turn still caused warm,
gentle waves for both of them. Abigail tested all her
muscles and found herself satisfied. The bruises on her
shoulders told her she truly had made him lose control.
She smiled quietly. Not bad for a first time, she
thought.
END?
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