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Journey to Carlin (1/6) (mf, fantasy, cons)
by Remmelt de Haan <remmelt@kosterix.icce.rug.nl>

***

    They still had a couple of weeks before they were expected to show
up 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 he 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 near to
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 hardon 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."
    "Come on, a farmboy 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 eachother 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
eachother, 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 leave 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 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 whispered. "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.

Continued in part 2. . .

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