“You know that I can’t let you be alone out there,” he said in response. “I will sit on the bank.”
“And watch me?” She giggled at him. Her voice was the lark’s song again.
“Maybe we can find a spot with a bit of bush so you can have your due privacy, m’lady.”
“Oh, I think you’ve already seen through my bush, Dalin.”
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The next day, the Creedsman rose even later than the previous. His chest ached under his bandages and so he unraveled the fabric to loosen them. Anessa wasn’t around, but she came back soon enough, holding his bow and arrow and a fat hare. Her skirts were tucked into the belt of her jacket, affording him a view of her leg as she strolled in with the dusk. She smiled when she realized where his gaze went.
“You didn’t stir all day. I was beginning to get worried that infection might take you from me.” She said. She sat with the hare between her legs, unloading the bow and arrow before she put everything back where it belonged. She reached for his dagger, but hesitated before her hand crossed near the blade. Dalin eyed what she was doing.
“Excuse me,” she said. She offered up the hare with her apology. “I should let you skin it. I’m not good with that part anyway, just catching the things.”
He took it from her, still groggy. She’d made an excellent kill, but there was no entry wound for the arrow. He blinked his eyes a few times until he finally decided there was none to be found.
“How did you kill this?” The fire was quiet between them until she brought it back to life with tinder she’d stowed in the quiver. She was careful to inspect each slender piece she brought out of the arrow bag, lest she toss one of his blessed arrows into the fire.
“Oh.” She almost didn’t say anything. She finished sorting the kindling out into a pile before she answered. “A beautiful thing, really. My brothers and I used to chuck stones. I always had the best accuracy, with rocks like…” she held up her fingers to curl into a circle, “this big. So when I saw this fellow not paying attention, I beaned him in the head. There’s a dip in the skull if you want to feel for it. I washed him off when I took a bath.”
“That’s an odd thing to do with brothers,” Dalin offered. He took his dagger and cut along the animal’s belly, then around its limbs to make good cuts and save the hide. He pulled with one hand, cut with the other, like he’d been taught, and like he’d always done, making quick work of the hare like he did when he’d skinned and defanged the bat beasts the day before. “They didn’t tease you off or tell you to play with your dolls?”
“No. We were close, the lot of us. A few cousins too.” She smiled as she said it, but her lips trembled and her voice wavered. “Do you have any more wine? I think I’d like to drain a skin or two.”
“You confuse me with a dwarf. Only the one, I carry.”
“I would think it took two for a Creedsman to feel even dizziness take him.”
“And I would tell you to get a barrel.”
Anessa laughed, and they joked back and forth until the rabbit was done and the moon and stars were out. In the flickering light of the fire, she was healthy and happy. Her cheeks had filled out in the two days since he’d found her, though the rim around her eyes was red, like she’d recently cried. She smiled at him for hours as they chatted, nibbled on a bit more of the hare than he expected when he finally declared it done, and helped him finish off the wineskin. They curled up by the fire and Dalin dozed off before he knew what had hit him.
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He woke with a start several hours later with Anessa’s white blonde hair buried in his chest. The bandages were undone, he knew that much from the feeling against his back on the fur and he tried to gently move the head of the plainsgirl, only to be met with a feeling of pain stretching through his entire chest. His blood was on fire then and he hazily nudged Anessa’s head. His throat began to close and burn and he reached for the skin containing his water.
Dalin hurried along faster when his heartbeat thumped in his ears and his tongue felt thick in his throat. He fumbled the skin and it spilled over him, soothing his aching chest.
Anessa recoiled, swatting at her face and screaming bloody murder into the night. She rolled away and jumped to her feet, and once Dalin regained complete use of his body he did the same. She bared her fangs, the side of her face sizzling and healing. Her pale blue eyes were a frozen, piercing blue. Something unreal, but exquisitely beautiful.
“I put you out for the night,” she hissed. The flesh on her face was perfect now, but the wet hair fell out. He saw it, before his eyes, growing back out to replace the patches. “How are you awake, Creedsman?”
“I’ve been drinking holy water.” He inched forward for his sword and she took two steps in the blur of a quarter second.
“Don’t try me, hunter. I have hundreds of years that make me your better. You might have taken my brothers and cousins from me, but I am no wildling. I was their ruler, their master.”
“Their sire.” Dalin edged forward again, but she was there already, pushing him back against the far wall of the cave.
“Do not tempt me, you pathetic excuse for a man.” Her mouth was stained with what looked like a beard of blood, and it ran down into her exposed cleavage. She pressed against him and his cock filled with blood for her. “Your kind cannot resist me. Your kind are mere puppets to be played with. I touch you and nearly come.”
“It’s your beauty that makes you lucky, Dalin of the Creed,” she added. Her hands fell to his pants but she didn’t use her fingers to unlace him. The familiar feeling of her magic working to pull the bow and push his pants down reminded him of their first night. Her beautiful, crystalline blue irises bore down into his own, drowning him in her wintry gaze until he could no longer think.
Anessa’s hands took him, tugging and twirling him into pleasure. She instructed him to lay down with her, to take her on his fur, and Dalin did as she asked. He lowered her by the fire, taken by her charisma and compelled to do her desire. She reached up to take off her stained undertunic, exposing her body to the warm air, and brought him down onto her in search of his lips.
They kissed each other hungrily, Anessa’s body warm and plump from feeding. Her tits hung full and heavy as he grabbed them with rough hands, kneeling in front of her with his pants at his knees and his cock twitching in anticipation. He plucked her milky pink nipples from her swollen flesh, twirling each between his fingers before he dipped his head to pull them into his waiting mouth, one at a time. She was no longer the thin wraith he’d rescued, but a full, curvy woman.
His lips travelled down over her pinched waist and dangerous rounded hips, tickling her navel with his breath. Anessa pulled him back up, crushing her lips against his and parting her legs for him. Her juicing slit pulsed with her aching need and she welcomed him as the purple head of his fat cock pushed up against her. Dalin reached a hand down as they kissed, covering his face in his own blood. He guided himself into her, his shaft enveloped by her warmth.
She compelled him to slam into her and he did, lifting her into his lap to ride him, her nipples hard against the cool air and torturously rubbing against his body with each jiggling bounce. She moaned into the night as she rode him, feeling his balls slapping against the puckered knot between her ass cheeks, feeling him spear into her again and again. The warmth in her body spread as she neared her peak and she clung to him, throwing her hips against his, rolling her hips back to meet his cock, sheathing him again and again.
Dalin met her aching chest with his mouth again, taking a nipple into his mouth to run the flat breadth of his tongue over, wriggling it from side to side like she knew he wanted to do before she pushed him to do it. His tongue traced lazy circles over one and then the other, sucking and slurping each into his mouth as they fucked, his shaft harder than steel as it penetrated her deep. He groaned into her breasts, lowering his head to lick their softness, taking his time to let his tongue wander into their undersides.
An
essa yelped, cooing and shivering with pleasure as she rode him, feeling full and hot, wet and stretched to her limit as she slammed down into his lap. She fought to remain in control but felt herself losing, felt herself about to cream on his cock. She bounced on him as best she could, pressing his face into her chest as he licked and kissed and blew cool air across her distended nipples.
She couldn’t help but fuck him with short, grinding thrusts of her hips that pushed his dick deeper into her, bringing her closer to that edge. Dalin was breathing his ragged song, clutching onto her hips for dear life as he pushed his thick cock into her with quick thrusts. He was hitting her deep, hitting her just right. His hands would leave bruises on her lower back, and he suckled just enough to mark her in all the spots he enjoyed on her body. His tongue bathed her big, firm tits as he came up to suck hungrily on a swollen, hard nipple, and she groaned as he rammed into her—just where she wanted it.
They both came, one right after another. Dalin shot deep inside of Anessa, filling her with his seed as he pumped away, that first splurt of jism setting her off and making her clamp down on him in a quivering, explosive orgasm that threatened to knock her out if she let it. Her hold over him waned as she finished her ride, exhausted. Her clit clenched with each shuddering aftershock, and she moaned into the great night as they came together in a deluge of cum and honey.
She could see Dalin regaining his clarity, becoming mind and body and soul once more, too tired to take up arms against her. Anessa pressed her forehead to his and kissed his lips, softly, gently, hoping not to alarm him with the coppery taste of his own blood. Then she kissed his forehead and hugged him close.
He pushed her back and went for that ruinous dagger, but she was faster.
Her teeth came down on his neck in a blur and he bellowed there, in that bear’s cave. Louder than any man she’d taken in that same manner.
She drank her fill, you see, for she was always thirsty.
END :)
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A minute went by and he pushed her back, gently, holding her by the shoulders. She presented herself again, announcing her predicament loudly. They continued from where they left off, Lisa counting spanks, thanking Brian, and then asking that he grant her another spank. He increased his intensity, sending ripples of pain through her bubble butt, causing her to clench around the plug and start to drip onto the wooden stool. Her exposed peach was over the lip of the stool and she could imagine thick, syrupy cum dribbling over the side while her housemates watched.
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Letting Go
By
Polly J Adams
Copyright © 2012 by Polly J Adams
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She went to him in the night.
She heard him moving about the house, sounds drifting down from upstairs. The rush and clunk of water in the ancient pipes, the bang of the bathroom cabinet, the buzz of his electric toothbrush. She heard all of these things, her senses fine-tuned. Alone in the house so much during the day, somehow things had become sharper for her, more intense.
Some things, anyway. Others: dulled, blurred, indistinct.
By the time she reached the bedroom he was flat on his back, the lights out.
He hadn't bothered to draw the curtains and the room was lit by the cold blue light of the half moon.
She paused.
The bed was like a landscape in the eerie light. A white sheet was twisted, half-covering him. His body looked as if it had been sculpted from marble, only a slight rise and fall of the chest betraying the illusion.
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