“I bet you were happy that they were wearing nothing more than me though, right?”
Jacob paused, his cheeks turning bright red as he looked away and mumbled, “Well, um, everyone’s body has different-”
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Ophelna blinked a few times, now wearing a long, chaste, white dress over her body, the same as her two apprentices, as Amelia came up to them. The young scout performed a small hand gesture, slightly bowed, and then went to take her place beside her master, who was another woman who was about six feet tall but was nothing but muscle from what it looked like. Turning back towards the edge of the clearing, they all watched as Jacob limped into view.
Ophelna looked over to her fellow keeper, the woman’s short, black hair cut in a way to hide her piercing, gold eyes. A quick raise of an eyebrow got the point across for Master to elbow her own apprentice in the ribs. Amelia for her part tried to keep the formal air of the meeting by coughing and simply stating, “He fell. Many times.”
None of them believed it, but they all turned to Jacob. Jacob for his part had a black eye, several visible bruises on his arms, and probably more on his chest and stomach, and dried blood between his nose and his lips. He performed an awkward, pained bow towards them, refusing to refute Amelia’s statement, before he looked up to properly take in what exactly he was facing.
Which… was more than just the five he had already met. First he took in ‘Master’, who Amelia had been polite enough to tell him only went by that or by her Keeper title. She was on the taller side but still shorter than the priestess looking Keeper of Lore and her disciples. Instead, she made up the lost mass with rippling muscle, a wrap over her small chest, and a pair of leather pants that hugged her toned, deceptively strong legs. On her back was a bow almost as large as her, a quiver, and curved sword was at her hip. There wasn’t a string in the bow though and the Keeper kept her arms crossed rather than close to her blade.
The new additions to the entourage were two additional elves who were both far less welcoming in stance. They stood a couple dozen yards up the cliff on both sides of the waterfall, having found stable shooting platforms and kept bows at the ready. They likely could fire in a few seconds, if that slow, and Jacob swallowed hard underneath their gaze.
He then looked back to them all and stated, “Hello. I promise that I mean no harm to you all and that I have kept your secret. You are still unknown to anyone other than me.”
Master glanced to Ophelna who nodded, letting them all know that she was indeed checking through her own magics as to whether or not he was lying. She was actually checking many things but the wood was so tense that it was hard to get it to obey. It seemed almost ready to protect the boy, something she’d only heard about in legends and fantasy tales of even her own people. Of people back in the time when there were still male elves and humans that considered them friends.
Master took a step forward and allowed a tilt of her head to show one of her eyes. It was more filled with curiosity than malice and her deep voice reflected it. “Why did you run yesterday? Ophelna was ready to converse with you but instead you fled. That does not reflect well on you.”
Jacob bowed his head, able to feel every eye on him as he tried to clear his head. After all, it was so easy to be overwhelmed by all of this. Of the fact that seven women, even in as intimidating of a position as they were, were paying attention to him. It was… something he needed to work on for future plans actually if he were to do as him and his father always dreamt of accomplishing. “I left because I had no right to have seen any of you in less than you are wearing now. I humbly apologize for that.”
To which master smacked Amelia’s head. “Don’t worry. We’ve covered how stupid that was of this one. That is not your fault, but the fact that you apologize-”
And then she was silent. Ophelna glanced at her, knowing that any moment Master felt the need to talk was important, but silence was even more so. If she was quiet-
“Man, it sure is a good thing this fucking waterfall is so loud.”
“I know, but you’re the one who wants to follow the random fucking map. I wanted to go back for beers an hour ago.”
“Shut up, we should be…”
The three men who stepped into the clearing grew silent as every eye turned from Jacob to them. They were only a little to Jacob’s right and they had the look of any normal set of three outdoorsmen. Flannel shirts, tough jeans, packs laden with tents and the like, and one of them holding loosely a rifle that he now fumbled with as the shock began to fade.
Master wanted to move, but she knew better than to do that with a gun. Instead she held her hand up, stopping her two other hunters from firing on the fools. Taking lives was always a problem and one look at Ophelna told Master that they were safe. The goal now was to stall. Even Amelia knew to stay still as part of her training in hiding.
Jacob saw something else though. Jacob saw a people who he had screwed over. Who should have never been there, never been caught, and would have never been in danger because of him. He turned towards the hunters and stared at the gun that one of now loaded with some sort of long bullet. Did… Did he plan to kill one of them?
He didn’t wait to find out, but instead acted as he ran towards them. He didn’t have the skill of Master, the wisdom of Ophelna, or even the training of every other elf on the mountain. He didn’t know that the worst thing to do to a human who was shocked and startled was to make those emotions worse, something Master now stopped by slapping a hand over Amelia’s mouth as she tried to scream for Jacob to stop.
The trees seemed to bend as Jacob yelled. It was just for them to stop, but the forest felt denser, closer, like it was reaching for the humans as they came closer and closer together. The one with the gun turned, looking at Jacob directly as the young man ignored the hunter’s two buddies. In his panic, the hunter had already put his finger on the trigger and now… now he pulled it.
Jacob fell back from the shock of the bullet hitting, his eyes widening as his hand went up towards the left side of his chest. Something… something was wrong. It hurt, but it was… what was...
The elves watched as Jacob hit his knees just moments before the boy collapsed entirely. The hunters were shouting something about reloading, but Ophelna had the time and the will she needed, for the trees had turned from tense to angry. Furious even as branches and roots came to life and grew, grabbing the three men and spreading spores into the air that would put them to sleep near instantly. Normally it would take minutes for such a spell to be prepared but the forest wanted retribution and it would have it now.
The forest also slipped one thing to all of them, responding to Master being about to point at Jacob. It knew what the gesture would mean to the archers and it would not allow it. Not as it screamed, He had no part in this!
All of them stood there, dumbfounded to hear the forest roar like that. To defend a human, let alone one who may have given another set of humans instructions to their part of the forest.
Master looked at Ophelna as she spread the spores, with some difficulty, to Jacob, making sure the boy went catatonic before she looked back. The mage frowned for a moment before stating, “Sky, get started on wiping the three men’s memories and taking that map from them. Cherry, stop Jacob’s bleeding as best as you can and get ready to transport him. I will… I need to commune with the wood.”
Master nodded in approval of the commands before feeling something wet fall against her hand. Looking down she saw that Amelia was crying. No, sobbing was more accurate and the strong woman brought a hand up to pat her head. “Do not worry. I know for a fact that he will survive. Our job is to make sure no others followed those three. Understand?”
Amelia opened her mouth to question it, but a glare sealed it. The Keepers’s orders were set and they were to be followed, something they all got to work on with due haste.
Amelia
Jacob groaned as he finally awoke from his slumber. His memory was a little fuzz
y of what last happened to him. He remembered the meeting at the waterfall and how it was seeming to go well. Well, at least until those other hunters came. How did they even get there? He didn’t know, but he was almost too tired to care and the bed he was in was so comfortable. It was tempting to just lie back and-
He was in a bed? He sat up with a start, panting as his eyes popped open, trying to take in what was around him. He saw wooden walls, floors, ceilings, and most of the sparse furniture was made of the same material. The blanket he had over him appeared to be made of some sort of changed moss so that is was nice and soft rather than itchy and crumbling apart. On one side of him was the bedside table where a small picture of Amelia and Master stood next to each other and on the other side…
Amelia. Amelia who had tears in her eyes. Amelia who now tackled him as he tried to say anything.
Amelia who was very naked. “What are you doing?”
Amelia pushed against the mattress, a burst of words coming out of her as she soon began beating against his chest. “What do you mean? What is wrong with you? You do know you would have died if he hadn’t used a tranquilizer, right? And you were still unconscious for a whole day because of it and the Keeper’s magic. I was afraid you might have died and the first thing- Ah!”
Her frustrated scream really sealed just how bad he felt. After all, he did remember the weirdly solid bullet that had hit him. At that range it would have been more likely to pass clean through than throw him back. The hunter… The hunter must have brought them in case they ran into people there. That was a relief. Being alive was relief right now and having a girl on top of him…
Jacob slowly wrapped his arms around Amelia, shushing her as he tried to gently rock her back and forth, his stiff muscles protesting as he just enjoyed her. Enjoyed the toned muscles as they brushed against his own, her firm body as it pressed back against his grip, and her rough, calloused hands against his chest.
He took one more shuddering breath, even as his cheeks burned before finally asking her, “Amelia, why are you naked?”
Amelia was quiet for a long moment, her nails digging into his chest as she obviously didn’t want to respond. When she finally looked up her face was darkened by the deep blush that had invaded her cheeks. “Well, um, it was… It was Master’s idea. She had a long talk to me after… After everything that happened and kind of worked with me through what I was feeling. It wasn’t something she’s not too familiar with, but…” She grew quiet as she bit into her lips and looked up at him, tears beginning to well at the bottom of her eyes as she waited for him to say something.
Jacob for his part felt his heart skip a beat. After all, Amelia wasn’t just beautiful. She loved nature, had a fun, spunky nature that spoke to his more passive, quieter personality, and, well… She’d been one of the first girls to make him want to try to do more. To actually get over how nervous girls made him. Just for her.
He brushed a hand through her hair, cupped her cheek and whispered, “I love you too.”
Amelia’s tears now came down as she smiled like an idiot and pulled herself up. The kiss between them was clumsy as the continued to stay close. Jacob tried to pull her head in closer, but that almost got them to clang their teeth together, and Amelia tried to use her tongue but shot it down his throat like a viper, making Jacob gag for a moment as they pulled from each other. “I’m so sorry!”
Jacob waved his hand at the statement, chuckling a little even as he rubbed his throat. “No, no, it’s okay. Just… I’m really bad at this.”
“You can say that again!” Amelia immediately turned her head, pouting as her face continued to practically steam with the amount of heat that was radiating from it. Her eyes glanced back at him, then down, and she finally held an arm up to cover her chest, seemingly finally deciding to actually hide herself for once. “Um, there was… there was more that Master told me I should do…”
Jacob paled at the suggestion as he looked away himself. He was aroused of course, as he wasn’t dead down there, but… well, they had just been able to confess to each other that they felt anything like that. To do something as far as sex seemed impossible. They couldn’t even kiss for Pete’s sake! “I don’t even get why she would suggest something like that. After all, it’s not like we’re ready for that… are we?”
Amelia was silent for a few moments before whispering, “I think I am. Master explained it to me as just a natural part of things. That our bodies could figure it out and that… That if I wanted to be the first to offer it to you, it would have to be now and the more I think about anyone else touching you first, the angrier I get!”
Part of that… part of that sounded possibly dangerous for Jacob, but for now he pushed it to the side. He didn’t like seeing her distraught like this. Didn’t like seeing her angry or in pain just because he was hesitating. If she was ready… well, he was willing to at least try, for her and for himself. He wanted to be more after all, and she wasn’t wrong about this being technically natural.
So… the question became what to do now. He swallowed hard as he ran a hand through her hair again. Now that the adrenaline of everything was fading he could still feel how ragged his entire body was. Between the tranquilizer, the forced sleep, and the multiple bruises that Amelia had given him, he wasn’t in a condition to really do too much. However, this was the first time he was ever going to get to do this right so holding back just because he was in pain wasn’t right.
So, much to Amelia’s surprise, he flipped the two of them over, pinning her underneath him now as the blanket began to circle around them. A few kicks fixed that, allowing Jacob’s hard, throbbing cock to come out and touch any girl for the first time, let alone one he loved. It got another cute, small yelp from the elf underneath him before he cupped her cheek again, now having to crane his neck down to keep eye contact with her as he moved into proper position. “Are… Are you sure you’re ready?”
Amelia swallowed hard before wrapping her arms around his neck loosely, smiling a little as she whispered to him, “So long as it’s with you, I… I am. I promise I am. Besides, I can’t start letting you be tougher than me now.”
“I would hope that if you could be weaker than anyone, it could be me.” He smiled back though as he lowered himself, his cock grinding against her inner thigh. That was a nice change of pace from good old righty that Jacob was used to, but it still wasn’t right. It didn’t matter how nice her toned muscles continued to feel, he was after home base. He just had to slowly find his way there… “D-Do you mind if you help me a little?”
Amelia’s cheeks turned bright red at the suggestion, but instead of looking away or anything like that, she instead laughed. It was bright, loud, and as wild as it always had been. It was one of the many things that she did that always made his heart bloom and the butterflies in his stomach to multiply. Though tonight it only made him feel more at home. Where he was supposed to be.
Something that Amelia helped by hooking a leg around to his back and pulling him up slightly so that instead of her inner thigh, their groins could finally kiss each other, even if it was only for a moment. Amelia jumped a little, though not nearly as much as Jacob who almost went out of his skin in shock. “Sorry, sorry. Just trying to get… used to all of this I guess.”
Amelia swallowed hard, not wanting to admit to the same as she slowly spread her legs. “I, well, I mean, take your time if you need it, idiot. I’m not about to rush someone when they’re going to be…” She swallowed hard and looked up at him with soft, pleading eyes as she whispered, “Can I get another kiss when you, well, um, you know?”
“I, um, don’t think that is going to work with our, uh, height differences. Sorry.”
“Then just… make sure not to let go. Stay with me all the way through, and not a moment after.”
Jacob reached down, cupping her cheek as he nodded, his mouth dry with the tension he still felt, even while his cock ground against her slit. He knew he should do more. He’d seen plenty of porn a
fter all and she wasn’t as heated as she should be by now. Anything like that was just gone from his mind right now, especially as he finally moved his hips forward.
She was tight. Her entire body was wound like an industrial vice due to her training, but that and her size didn’t help her pussy give him much in the way of room to work with. Fortunately, he wasn’t in much of a rush, especially as a small murmur escaped Amelia with the first, small thrust. “Are you-”
“If you ask that with every noise I make, I swear I’ll kill you.”
“Okay, you’re fine.” He grinned at her, getting one back as they both tried to ease their nerves before he tried another light thrust, getting just a little deeper inside her as he moved. He had no idea what else to do at this point though then push into her. After all, this was sex. This was how you were supposed to do it, right? That’s what he knew.
Whatever he was doing though, he took it as right as Amelia wrapped her legs around his back, pinning him to be against her now as they continued. The friction began to bear heat, the heat bore sweat, and the sweat dripped between them as they kept their eyes locked no matter what. There was no more turning away. No more running or fighting. Just one and another.
Jacob managed to get to his base as he panted into her ear, “I’m close.” He really was. Her folds were like a vice, squeezing him for everything he had. It took most of his strength just to pull out at this point, and a lot of his determination to have lasted this long as it felt like she was trying to milk him. Not an inch of him was safe from her and he was pretty sure that was unfair as far as him trying to perform right for her went.
Amelia didn’t care, not as her grip on him tightened and she pressed his cock right and tight against her, her pussy even squeezing down harder as her thighs came closer together. “Don’t worry. I’m ready. I want it, please. Just don’t let go. Don’t go away.”
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