Sci-Fi & Fantasy Erotica: Volume 3 (Sci-Fi & Fantasy Erotica Series)

by Charlie Buxton

  At times like this, Ukko mused, the adventuring life wasn't so bad. Give or take a few goblins.

  His eyes drifted back to Abigail and he smiled. Sweet Madairika, what a sight to behold, he thought.

  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," he said. "Ears," he added with a grin.

  Abigail quickly nocked an arrow, aimed the bow at him and fired. Ukko heard the arrow hit the ground next to his shoulder.

  He swallowed and said quietly: "Alright, I get the hint."

  Abigail slowly lowered her bow and chuckled. Ukko glanced beside him to see what she had hit. Behind him lay a snake, its head pierced with her arrow. He released his breath in a long, slow sigh.

  "Koriel guard me! I thought that was payback."

  "Payback? With a single arrow? Keep dreaming!"

  They both laughed.

  "Hey, sorry. There was no time to warn you," she apologized.

  "Do you think it was poisonous?"

  Abigail picked up the snake and examined its head and teeth.

  "Don't know this one. But it was about to give you a lovebite. Would've been a nasty wound in any case."

  "Thanks, Abby," he said sincerely. "It's good to know you got my back."

  She flashed a smile at him, more grateful that he had used her name than anything else. 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 Eyes of Koriel she unfastened the buckles of her chainmail shirt. Ukko couldn't help but stare.

  She took the shirt off and put it on a large boulder near the water. Her belt pouch 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 twenty feet away Ukko was mesmerized. 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. He dreaded the moment she would step behind the horses and take off the shirt.

  But she just turned her back to him and slowly lifted her shirt. In 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, Ukko thought, it was definitely working. He had a raging hardon which started to become painful.

  Abigail started taking off her pieces of jewelry, bending down each time to drop a piece in one of her boots.

  Finally 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.

  "You're not going to let swim on my own, are you?" 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 stalling. 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 just imagining things. The water was cold enough to be refreshing and still warm enough for comfort.

  "Did you ever do this when you were younger?" Abigail asked, treading water as he swam towards her.

  "Never."

  "Come on, a farmboy like you? You never swam naked at night? Weren't there girls on your farm?"

  "They worked me too hard. 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.

  "Are you tired now?"

  Ukko shook his head slowly at the loaded question.

  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.

  Still, there appeared something unsaid, so he stopped momentarily to face her.

  "Wait. Why now, Abby?"

  He was surprised to see a tear running down her cheek. She started to turn and let go of him, but he grabbed her wrists and made her look up again. When she spoke her voice was strained.

  "Look, I don't want to sleep alone tonight. I can't. I'm afraid."

  "Afraid? You think we'll see more goblins? Don't worry about them. Drop me in the Abyss, I don't think there's anybody in this entire Duchy who can get the drop on us."

  "Ukko, you don't understand. There is a... a part of me that likes the pain and the blood and the killing. Sometimes, when things get close, something takes over and I find myself grabbing a goblin's head and smashing its skull against a wall, over and over and I enjoy it. And everytime it happens it kills a little bit of me inside. And it scares me to death."

  Ukko felt uncomfortable with her confession. A man could go insane if he dwelt on all the blood that he'd shed at the point of his sword.

  "Abby, what do you want me to say? They wanted to kill us, it was us or them."

  "Don't let me sleep alone tonight," she said in a small voice. "I need to feel... alive. Just tonight."

  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.

  "Please?" she pleaded.

  Ukko nodded, cradled her face and spoke softly.

  "Abby, you don't need to beg with me. I am here for you."

  She smiled in relief. Her hand moved downwards and tentatively ran her finger up his member.

  "And rather prominently," she said slyly, the tension broken.

  "Not so fast, woman!" Ukko laughed. 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: "Oh, now you're going to get it!"

  "I'm soo scared!" he 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 smiled playfully.

  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 pebble-littered bottom, Abigail pulled him close. Ukko felt her soft lips caress his, reminding him of their plans for the night.

  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 decided
upon, 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 each other 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 laughed hysterically. They kissed, softly. He stroked her face with surprising tenderness, slowly licking her right ear."Ahh, praise Madairika," Abigail moaned. Thankfully her ears had lost none of their sensitivity. It was as if they 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: "You'll tell me if I'm 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 member firmly lodged inside her.

  "Madairika, bless this union..." Abigail began.

  "And the next!" they both said, collapsing in laughter about the old joke.

  They slowly moved 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 sword practice he had wondered how the young woman, at the time performing some complicated movement, would look and feel in this position.

  Now he knew there was no comparison. Her warm wetness was a silk glove around him; her softness and smooth curves were velvet under his roaming hands. The smile on her face, the look in her eyes and the knowledge that it was there because of him just made it so much better.

  Abigail was making purring noises from the back of her throat. Her hair, which gleamed in the moonlight, was still partially wet and tousled.

  The rhythm they followed matched the chant in her head: we're doing it, we're doing it! Finally!!

  Ukko marvelled 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'd 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 ones; to where his member entered and filled her private garden, which seemed to be burning with need. Soon she felt the tying of a knot in her stomach, the familiar knot that kept expanding. It was too fast, but she was unable to stop herself. 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 choir 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 goblin-babies and tax-collectors.

  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: "Thank you Madairika! I missed that."

  "You are so beautiful when you reach the stars," he told her.

  Catching her breath she felt that he was still hard. Recalling an intensive two-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 wickedly.

  "I am curious what you will look like."

  Eager to join the stars once more 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. Madairika, I'm getting greedy, she thought. I've joined the stars eight times in one night and I want more!

  "I'll try sweetheart, but I'm almost ready to go. Can't you feel it?"

  Slightly embarrassed by her selfishness she nodded.

  "I'll let you go. I had plenty - it's your turn now."

  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 spend yourself 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.

  "Ohh... 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 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 Ukko? So am I... you better be careful or 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.

  "I don't know if I'm ready to... share a Lover's Journey with you. That's rather... nhhh... inappropriate for a lady on the first night, I mean... I hardly know you."

  The words added fuel to the fire they both felt building inside them.

  "Yes, that would be very bad," Ukko agreed. "Oh Gods... luckily I'm a gentleman... won't - won't take advantage of your - ahhh right there... of your enthusiastic mood."

  "I'm - I'm grateful," she croaked. "But as the man said... shit happens."

  "What man? You... uhh... seeing somebody else?."

  "Oh Ukko... shut up..." she panted.

  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 heaven.

  "I think not... Ladies first..."

  "No, go with me," she pleaded. "Go with me, please... now!!"

  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 stared at each other's eyes, smiling and panting, trying to capture the moment. But eventually the sensations dulled and thei
r 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.