Every Good Boy Deserves Favor

by Treva Harte

Mio watched her breasts as she panted with exertion and knew her moral character didn’t matter. He wanted her. He imagined those lithe legs wrapping themselves around his body. Mio panted a little himself at the idea. She sounded as though she might be willing to deal with him.

  Was she being honest? He eyed her legs again. She was worth taking a risk.

  “What kind of bargain?”

  “I told you. You could have me. For the length of the journey to the Castle Bloomingdell. Anytime you want. Every time you want. Any way and every way.” She turned her head toward him. Mio blinked at the sparking of her violet eyes. His cock began to harden at the images he conjured up from her words. “So long as I get to my destination quickly and safely. You have to see to my safety. Obviously I can’t pretend to be male.”

  Mio wiped his hands against his chest. The press of his hands helped ease the sudden ache near his breastbone.

  He was close. So close…

  “Why should I trust you?”

  “Because I don’t know how else to get where I must go.” She looked sincere. What did women mean when they looked sincere? “Wouldn’t having me cooperate be better than having me fight and try to run every chance I get?”

  Mio scowled, trying to decide. Then he nodded and raised his machete.

  * * * * *

  He had a machete. Jewel reminded herself not to whimper. Whatever the male did to her, she wanted to keep some dignity.

  Dignity was hard to keep when a male scowled at you with a weapon in his hand and you were helpless.

  Jewel saw the sudden slice of a wicked blade arc toward her. She shut her eyes. Goddess, help me. She heard the whistle of the weapon as it promised to slice hard into its target…right before she tumbled to the ground.

  She looked up. He’d cut the rope. Well, of course he had. What else had she expected?

  “Very well. We have a bargain.” The man stood over her, his legs spread apart over her body.

  Jewel tried to swallow, to ease the sudden ache in her throat. The young male in front of her was still bleeding from the cut she’d inflicted. He didn’t seem to notice, though she winced at the redness spreading over his pants and tunic.

  “Now what?”

  His smile was slow but not sweet any longer. He looked as if he was ready to close in on some unwitting prey. “Now.”

  “N-now?”

  “Anytime, you said. Now. Here.”

  Chapter 3

  Her eyes looked huge. Mio fought a laugh. Had she really thought he would be crazy enough to kill her with his sword? To waste a perfectly good female?

  “All right,” she whispered. She began to pull her loose jersey over her head.

  Mio stopped wanting to laugh. A perfectly good female. Perfect. Good. Female.

  Women’s bodies were remarkably different from men’s. Mio squatted down, hesitantly reaching out one hand to touch. Her multi-hued skin was soft. It glimmered under his fingers. Pretty.

  He frowned. She was shivering. She tried not to, but tremors shook her body. He didn’t want her to come to him from fear. Of course her shirt was ripped almost off her body. A slight breeze cooled the forest. She might be cold, not afraid. She was also scratched and bruised. He frowned.

  He was used to pain. But women were--were different. They didn’t fight. He wasn’t sure what they did in their keeps all day, but they must lead more sheltered lives. Perhaps she trembled because of her cuts.

  “Are you chilled? Hurt?”

  She blinked at him. “You’re the one who is bleeding.”

  “Huh.” Mio swiped at the cut. He’d forgotten about the blood. He’d long since learned to ignore his wounds unless they completely incapacitated him. But blood probably bothered women. Especially if it dripped on them. “Sorry.”

  “I was the one who made you bleed.” The woman--Jewel--sounded a little amused now. “Here, you idiot. Let me put something on that and bind it for you. I have some coneflower extract. That will help with any infection. I don’t suppose you have any bandages.”

  Mio shook his head.

  “Well, this jersey is about all rag now, anyhow. It wouldn’t hurt to rip a few strips off it. I know my clothes are clean.” She began to tear at her shirt and Mio scowled.

  He wore clean garments! He’d washed his clothes in the creek just last week. Or maybe two weeks ago. He might’ve explained that, firmly, to this Jewel, but at the moment she laid her hands on his thighs. He forgot about being firm anywhere but between those thighs.

  “Where did I stab you?”

  “You were there too. Don’t you know?” He managed to say the words coherently as she pressed against his upper thigh.

  “I didn’t look. I was too frightened.”

  He laughed but it ended in a choke as she ran her hands up higher. “I’m not hurt there, Jewel. If you had cut me in that particular spot, our bargain would be for nothing.”

  She looked up and almost smiled, he was sure of it. Her gaze slid away, but her hands didn’t. They prodded and he jumped. “I wanted to see how badly you were hurt in general. Your leg--I am a healer in Castle M’Cee. I wondered if there was something I could do.”

  “Nothing. This is how it must be. When I broke my leg thrice during a tournament the best bonesetter in the area was unable to help me until too late.”

  “Why? These breaks could have been better healed. I am no expert in broken bones, but I’m sure of it.”

  “I am the best bonesetter in the area. I fear I was unconscious and then in too much pain to do much of anything useful until the damage was irreversible.” Mio shifted, not entirely uncomfortable but not willing to call a halt, as she ran her fingers up and down his leg.

  “We have something in common then. We know about the healing arts.” Jewel truly smiled then, a brightening of her whole face. Before he could smile back--or his cock could show its approval of her transformation--she scowled again. “What a pity. I hope your injuries don’t delay us.” She stood up, as if to emphasize it was time to leave now.

  Mio took a deep breath and got to his own feet. The woman was trying to deter him from his goal while she fastened like a leech to her own plans. He wouldn’t let her do so any longer.

  “My injuries won’t delay anything important.” He reached out, gripping her shoulders hard.

  She didn’t fight back. Instead she reached out and gripped him back. But not his shoulders. Mio wondered if his eyes crossed as she grasped his cock, firmly, and squeezed. He knew his vision went blurry for a minute.

  “Wait.”

  The hand paused. “Wait?”

  She sounded as stunned as he felt. Mio tried taking a deep breath through his nose. Another.

  “Wait. It’s not that what you’re doing doesn’t feel--” amazing, hot, incredible--”good. But I want to savor this.”

  “Why?” Now she sounded shocked.

  “I’ve imagined this ever since puberty, Jewel. I was hurt striving for a woman before I was seventeen. I’ve carried the wounds from my failure for two years. Now that I’ve finally won a woman, I want to make the reality worthwhile.” He brushed her cheek with one knuckle, a little warily. She didn’t flinch or bristle. Elation filled him. She was going to keep her part of the bargain, he was sure of it. The heat inside his cock had managed to subside a little when she’d stopped fondling him. With his newfound conviction, heat kindled again. “Besides, what difference if you understand or not? We do things my way, remember?”

  Jewel looked confused but then her face relaxed. She nodded. “Very well. At the keep we’ve all learned how to make babies. What you want is something else. Right?”

  A baby. He’d never thought to get this close to a woman, much less contemplate making babies. A baby would be…he looked at Jewel. She looked terrified.

  Mio swallowed. A baby would be just too much. He could never attain that dream. Not with a woman who looked ready to run at the thought. That was all right. He’d rather soothe her and keep her near him, than try for the unobta
inable. So he promptly lied.

  “Right. Neither of us want babies together, do we? At least not right now. That would just make your journey more difficult. I want you. That’s all I want.”

  “No…babies. Just you.” Jewel repeated the words as if he spoke one of the far-off tongues that no native dweller could interpret. At least the fear in her face was gone now. She smiled, tentatively. “I think I understand. No children. You want pleasure. Just pleasure. So now what? I’ve learned to make a man spurt quickly to make children. How do you do other things?”

  How indeed.

  Mio slid his open palms, very slowly from Jewel’s shoulders, down to her breasts. Under the silvery skin he could feel her heart beating. The mounds of her breasts rose and fell against his hand. He could touch her nipples. She made a slight gasping sound and he saw the nipples harden and grow between his fingers. Mio touched, a little harder, squeezing the new growth experimentally. Yes. They were definitely turning pebble-like.

  “Ohh,” Jewel breathed out.

  “Oh?” Mio paused.

  “It feels…good. Keep going.”

  She’d hesitated on the word the way he had. Was his touch “good” the way her touch had been? Mio sucked his cheeks in, concentrating on rolling the nipples between his fingers. She shivered under his hands and his cock twitched in response.

  What next? He still had her whole body to discover, though he was already dying to enter her. He pulled at her tight pants fiercely. He wanted to see Jewel’s unclothed body. She tried to kick her boots off but she wasn’t fast enough. She couldn’t be fast enough. He had to look this instant. He’d watched women standing at the tower when they were displayed, but he’d never been able to see them closely. To touch everything. They’d never been his.

  When her hands pulled her pants down he forgot to breathe for a moment while he stared. When she stepped back, he blinked in surprise.

  He saw beautiful, shimmering legs and thighs that rounded, curved up into a mystery. Whoooeeee. Dark pubic hair covered even more lovely secrets, he was sure of it. Secrets he was finally going to be lucky enough to discover. How did men live through sex with such delectable bodies available? Mio already felt ready to combust.

  Jewel lifted her hands to cover her mons.

  “What are you doing?” he snapped, shocked out his daze.

  “I know the others say I look like a boy. I don’t have hips, or breasts really, but--” Jewel’s voice wavered. “I’m sorry. If I had some body paint I could make things a little more presentable.”

  She thought he wasn’t saying anything because he was disappointed?

  “You don’t look at all like a boy.” He fumbled for words. “You look…”

  He put his face forward and his lips touched hers. Her mouth opened just when his did so their breath mingled. Then her tongue touched his. He slid one hand up, supporting her neck as her head fell back. Ahh.

  That was too much. His cock was standing, alert and eager, and impossible to ignore much longer. Mio shifted, uncomfortably. He wanted to let his breath and tongue intertwine with this woman’s forever. But he wanted to touch even more of her. The stories the men told about women were true. Nothing was as good as mating with them. Nothing.

  He felt like he might explode. No matter how much he wanted to explore and linger, he couldn’t do it. He ran a hand over those pretty thighs of hers and then pulled his hand away. He just couldn’t bear waiting any longer.

  “Now.” He tightened his grip before he laid her back on the ground.

  It was a wonder he could say even that one word. Even his tongue felt clumsy, thick…too eager to do anything but touch Jewel’s body.

  “Now?” Jewel blinked at him.

  Then she fell back on her elbows, her legs spread. Mio damn near yowled like a wild animal.

  Now!

  Sanity almost returned. Now what? She’d no doubt had her times of giving favor and knew more of what was to be done than he. But he’d let his cock fall off before he asked her what happened next. All he needed was to have her compare him to the real warriors women were used to. Warriors always knew what to do.

  Well, he would just have to pretend he did.

  Mio moved forward, cautiously, his legs over her feet, her knees bent.

  His cock touched something. Something wet. Gingerly, he let the head of his cock brush against her. She bucked forward. He tried the same movement again. He could feel something small inside as he moved his cock up and down. The small bud hardened and grew against his penis tip. Was this like her breasts? Women could harden like men, only inside? How unfair if they could hide their arousal. Then again, how delightful if the only way you could find out was to be this close.

  He hoped he was right. She seemed excited. She was wet where he touched her, her breathing uneven. He sniffed. Her scent had changed. He smiled a fierce grin. Jewel smelled like sex.

  “You like that?” His voice was huskier than usual as she moved under him. As he toyed with her, Mio prayed she wouldn’t realize he had no idea where he was supposed to insert his cock. He wouldn’t panic. Surely it was just a matter of time. He’d find out soon enough where his penis should go. His cock trembled with eagerness to uncover a new passage.

  Jewel’s arms were trembling, too, as she held herself up, her breasts thrust forward. “Yes. I didn’t know I could like someone else doing such things. You’re touching my clitoris like a master.”

  Mio probed again, his jaw set. She bucked again, even harder. If she would just stop moving, perhaps he could figure this out properly. Then again, perhaps he had. Brushing his cock against her lower lips was even better than her kiss.

  Suddenly, like a key in a lock, he knew he’d found what he was seeking. At last! He slipped inside. Tight wet warmth enclosed him.

  Jewel cried out.

  He stopped. His hands dug hard into the ground. Had he done something wrong? What if he injured her? The tales men told of their time of favor never mentioned women being hurt, but she had let out a pained scream. Well, at least the sound might be one of pain.

  He slid in and out experimentally. He couldn’t leave. Not if he wasn’t sure she was hurt. Not yet. Dear Sacred Name, maybe not ever.

  Her head fell back. A sudden tight clutch of her sheath made him catch his breath.

  “Goddess, that’s wonderful.” Her voice sounded thick. “Do that again.”

  He’d managed it! If every inch of his body--particularly those inches in his cock--wasn’t screaming for more, he’d have stopped to yell his triumph to the world. He, Mio, crippled non-warrior, had made a woman beg for sex!

  He could die a happy man. Just not yet. Mio shifted himself from side to side, staring at Jewel’s face as she smiled and shifted with him. He reached forward, suddenly realizing her delightful tits were within reach. He could keep touching them and thrusting his cock at the same time. He could watch the slackness of her jaw as he moved inside her. He could stare at her face as he moved, watch while color bloomed over her face and neck and almost down to those delightful breasts. Ha! Women contained so many wondrous pleasures.

  The only thing he couldn’t do to her this way was thrust deep. His body was beginning to scream for hard, fast penetration. Mio shifted angles instead and watched Jewel fall back onto the ground, unable to hold her elbows firm.

  “Nooo,” she whimpered as his cock slipped further out of her warm, kneading channel.

  No, indeed!

  He paused, thinking. Anything he wanted. Any way. What now?

  “Roll up on your shoulders,” he hissed.

  “What?” She sounded drugged, her speech slow and confused.

  He kneeled and pulled at her legs. She blinked and obeyed his unspoken directions. He looked down at her, spread out below his cock. Their position was almost the same as they had been before she kicked him to escape. Right before she landed the blow, he’d thought she looked fetching, fetching enough to make him almost come by just watching those long legs stretching up. H
e’d never admit this to Jewel but he might have avoided her blow entirely if he hadn’t been hit by carnal thoughts a second before her boot hit him.

  He wouldn’t mind having her boots back on now, except that would take too long. Instead he thrust down with her legs up against his chest, one feminine foot almost up to each of his shoulders.

  “Aggh.” Deep. Deep. His cock was buried inside her. Red-hot pleasure, better than any of the delights he’d felt before, began to overwhelm him. Blast, soon he wouldn’t be able to think at all. He was already shaking harder than Jewel had been.

  He locked his knees tight, willing himself to stay as he was.

  She shifted herself on her shoulders, rocking upwards. Oh, yes. So good. He slid even deeper inside, until his balls were close enough to brush her skin. She was enveloping him, consuming him, massaging him with her sheath. He shut his eyes, feeling the sweat trickling down his back. Torture. He loved the sweet and delightful torture of attempting to maintain self-control, while she did her best to destroy every shred of discipline he had.

  “Harder, Mio. Harder. Harderfaster.”

  Her voice sounded almost as desperate as he was. He thrust once more, in and out, her tightness pulsing around him, urging him on. Again.

  Harder. Faster. Hardfasthardslow. Slow enough to feel every inch as he slid out. Harder. Good. Too good. He couldn’t hold himself back any more. Was this enough for her? Was it…

  His ejaculation started from his balls, the burning trip up through his cock a painful pleasure after being denied and delayed so long. He thought she screamed, but his own climax roared through him so hard that he couldn’t hear or see anything clearly.

  His come finally poured out and he couldn’t help but groan. Heat blasted through him. Nothing. Nothing had ever been like this. Nothing.

  “Jewel--” He dropped her legs, falling forward. He didn’t have any strength left.

  As he hit the ground he knew that his leg would be in agony once the humming pleasure subsided. If the delight ever subsided. Shots of pure pleasure shocks tore through him still.

  “Mio.” Her voice sounded soft and satisfied.