The Quest (closed)

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra moved cautiously through the dense forest. She had first seen the smoke two hours earlier when she emerged on an open meadow at the peak of the large hill some four miles behind her. The black color of the plume gave her a pause and after a moment’s thought she changed her course towards it. By the time she could smell the foul odor it was beginning to darken.

‘Should have camped on the hill and investigated in the morning,’ she thought as she brought the kerchief up over her mouth in an attempt to mitigate the odor.

The smoke had now become more of a fog, as whatever had been fueling the fire was spent and now she could detect the odor of burned flesh tainting the black sooty haze. She stopped, her alert level rising and she shifted the long spear that she carried from her left hand to her right. The branches to her left began to rustle and she glanced in that direction as the head of a brown bear poked through the underbrush.

She smiled to herself as the creature’s body emerged from the thicket. Her ace card had appeared. The creature lumbered up next to her and looked as if it was preparing to roar. Her empty hand shot out, and she rubbed traced along the beast’s snout with her fingers, whispering, “Linn amin revanthas, lye ant nae na din.” (hush my friend, we need silence).

The bear’s mouth gaped wide, before it silently shut its jaws and Caiatra turned back towards the source of the smoke. She pulled the straps of her pack off of her shoulders and carefully set it on the ground. Her dun colored leather jacket was quickly placed next to it, folded into a neat small package. The cool evening wind blew through the gap between her shoulders and the straps of the sleeveless hard leather tunic she wore, causing her nipples to harden; the sensitive nubs pushing into the tight cloth she used to bind her full breasts. Leather wristgaurds served a dual purpose, protecting her forearms from a foe’s slashing weapons as well as the snap of the bow string. Supple leather leggings, which were molded to her long muscular legs, extended from beneath the hem of the tunic to end in a pair of boots made in the same fashion as the leggings. Her armor had been fabricated by Kevros, a druid who resided within her own village and leatherworker of great renown.

She reached behind her to check the cord holding her deep auburn hair in a ponytail and tightened the knot on the green woolen kerchief which covered it. Then made a couple of small jumps, listen for any sounds that would give away her presence. Satisfied, she pulled her yew longbow loose from the back pack and laid the spear in its place; the bow was heavy, made of two different layers of wood and layer of bone, crafted by the most revered bowyer in her clan. She quickly strung the weapon; her strength did not lie in archery, but she was more than proficient with the weapon.

Just before setting out, she checked the accessibility of her melee weapons, a matching pair of axes were within easy reach. They were wicked looking weapons she had discovered several years ago deep within the haunted ruin of an ancient keep; a place of immense evil, where she had been the only one of a party of six to escape with her life. Her long dagger was sheathed in the small of her back; within easy reach should she become disarmed. She reached down one last time and pulled a handful of arrows out of her quiver, all made by her hand, she began to move towards the source of the smoke.

Cautiously, Caiatra slid between the trees, her footsteps completely inaudible even to herself. At her insistence the bear remained at the preparation site, but she knew that should she need his help he would be but moments away. After about one hundred yards, she detected a high pitched gibbering coming from ahead of her. Sliding the balance of the areas into her belt, she nocked one of the lethal projectiles, and pulled the string of the bow a quarter of the way back. A new odor assailed her nostrils, which she quickly identified as the body odor of a humanoid creature, she was very familiar with; goblins.

The first of the horrid malformed creature died silently, the arrow from her bow punching through the back of its head as it bent over a heavily armored corpse of a man; it had died unaware of her presence. She ducked behind another massive tree, pausing to catch her breath. Where there was one goblin there was usually hundreds. She peered around the tree to the remnants of the fire.

The remnants of a wagon sat in the middle of a rough cleared road. The front end of the vehicle was burned to ash, the corpses of the horses that had pulled it smoldered along with it. Short ugly forms moved along the rough trail; dancing between dimly lit shapes lying on the ground. She counted just shy a score of the creatures, harmless individually, but in a pack could be more than dangerous. She knew they hadn’t caused the carnage they were pillaging from. Most likely they had seen the smoke and come to investigate like she had. As she watched, one of them drew a dagger, knelt by one of the motionless bodies and with a quick flash of steel delivered a coup de grace to the body.

Transferring the arrows from her belt to set them point down in the soft earth, she nocked another. Caiatra knew the bear was already in motion, flanking her to appear up the road, where it could make an unfettered charge. Again she half drew the bow, stopping when she encountered the first real resistance.

The bear’s roar came from her left and Caiatra saw the throng ugly little bodies and misshapen heads turn towards the sound. Without hesitation she let the arrow fly and the goblin on her far right was sent flying onto its back, the impact of the arrow that was now protruding from its chest knocking it on its ass. She reached down to pull another arrow free of the soil.

Two more goblins were dead by the time the bear first made its appearance; emerging from the gloom to barrel directly into the first goblin, catching the miserable creature at the throat and all but rending the creatures head from its body. One or two of the figures had realized they were being assaulted from two different directions and ran towards her, crude spears at the ready. Caiatra had dropped the bow and already drawn her axes when she heard a sickening crunch and a squeal of pain as the bear bowled over and mauled the other goblins. She could feel the bear had not been harmed, in fact the activity of slaughtering these evil creatures had not really made it catch its breath; she turned and threw the axe in her right hand at the first goblin threatening her position.

The weapon struck the goblin directly in the forehead and exploded in a fiery ball disintegrating the creatures head. Its companion and a third goblin that had followed the first two stopped, gawking as their ally stopped midstride and slid to the ground. “Entul nae amin!” she shouted and the axe wrenched itself free of the remnants of the goblins head and flew to her hand as she stepped out of the dusky mist to confront the other two creatures.

She had switched the second axe from her left hand to her empty right as its mate magically returned to her grip. She had expected them to run at this point, but the first charged her, its spear tipped slightly up to target her chest. With the axe in her right hand, she deftly parried the weapon out of its line of travel and the curved heel of the axe in her left caught the creature at the back of its thigh, sending it to the ground. Without hesitating she dipped and brought the head of the axe down on the goblin.

As the creature died, she glanced up to see the remainder of the goblins scatter wildly. Most were running away from the bear, and she wished she had brought her hunting dogs to run down the survivors. She quickly picked up her bow and shot the remaining five arrows towards the fleeing monsters; taking one more down in the process and seriously injuring another. The bear lumbered in the general direction of flight, taking a stance thirty yards from the corpses of the horses.

Caiatra’s first thought, after security, was to investigate the remnants of the wagon; however, she knew that the goblins had not been the instigators of this attack and that the original perpetrators could easily still be in the area. She judged from the fire and other debris that the ambush must have taken place several hours prior.

She paused next to the corpse that the goblin had dispatched. The blade that had slashed through the figures armor was not that of a goblin, the gash through the protective chain had to have more force than any of the goblins she had seen processed. She turned the body, and saw it was a human, though she was not familiar enough with the race to be able to identify much more.

Surveying the ambush site, she identified seven more prone figures, all dressed in similar armor. Moving quickly between the bodies, she quickly determined that all were beyond her help. Her mind went to her bear, who let her know that there was no threat from its vantage point, however she knew that she was still very exposed. She trotted to the wagon and climbed up on the cart. The acrid smell of burned wood mixed with the grease the wagon used to lubricate its axles combined with the sickly smell of burned horseflesh, making her retch slightly.

In the bed of the wagon was a large wooden box; hacked open and its contents forcible removed. There was no indication of its contents and as she knelt in the ruined cart she heard a groan from a copse of trees opposite from her ingress. Hefting her axes she slid silently off the cart and into a crouch behind one of the remaining wheels.

Again she heard the sound; and cautiously began to move toward the group of trees. The bear had already sensed her unease and had begun to slowly pad in her direction. The afternoon light was quickly disappearing and her vision began to adjust as she inched around the cart. At the last moment, her cover completely gone, she sprinted towards the trees; the bear moving to intersect with her at their destination.

Entering the trees, she saw another figure leaning against the trunk of the largest tree. It was dressed in armor identical to the corpses that littered the area around the cart. As she approached, the figure groaned again; obviously in great pain. With the bear standing over watch Caiatra knelt next to the figure, accessing any wounds that were visible on the body.

 

[amon_darknight]

Gres laid against the tree, he was badly wounded from the battle with the Orcs. He breathed hard as he had one eye barely open, he saw the goblins move in and tried to move. His long hair was matted with blood, it laid in his face a wet mess. He tried to grab his sword, he saw his magical shield and he tried to sigh. He was cut and stabbed, he had a spear sticking from his gut, two crude arrows stuck in his chest, his armor was destroyed, his life blood was flowing out of him.

"I...fa..iled... I... let the... town... *cough* down..."

He was dieing.

His quest was that to protect the caravan, protect the cargo, the food, the supplies, the mysterious chest. How did they get ambushed, they had the most skilled tracker, they had clerics, what else did they need... Gres spit up blood and waited.

"I..am ready... take me..."

He said weakly. Not that he had anyone to return home to, there was no one for him back in the capital, he was alone. He gave up, he even looked and saw the dark shadows of death.

"What... are you waiting for."

His eyes closed and he waited for death to take him away. His head started to slump, his breathing slowed down, his chest was shiny covered in blood, showing off his well defined form. He was a warrior, a fighter and his training showed it, his arms were not large, but big enough to show that he could hold a shield, and sword, he could dish the damage out and hold off many attacks.

His armor was broken, it showed he was wearing two leather bracers under the plate that was shattered, one slightly glowed, the other was a dull black. His sword that was stuck in a tree, seemed to have a trail of smoke coming from the blade, the sword was called a Katana, a sword from the orient. Its blade was sharp, it had a dull gray color to it, but along the middle of the blade was a fire orange. His large shield showed the signs of battle, it had a skull design on the other side, it lay feet from him. His other gear was still in tack on him, his sword belt, another belt over his shoulder, a bag.

All for what now, for someone to come and claim his hard work. Damn... all of this for some goblin to claim his gear...

Damn...

Save me... I have more to do in life

I have love to give

I have a town to protect...

Live...

 

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra bent over the prone figure. Even in the dim twilight she could see numerous wounds; most had stopped the bleeding, but more than one still oozed weakly. She had seen enough dying creatures to know that this one was close to moving on to the afterlife. However, she sensed that this one was still holding on to life.

After her quick assessment Caiatra stood and looking further into the forest began to drag the wounded man deeper between the trees. She grunted, the weight of his shattered armor slowing her down. Swiftly she again knelt over his body, and using her dagger began to saw through the straps of the metal breast plate that covered his torso. She did not recognize the armor, but when she removed his dented helmet she saw that it was a human. His eyes were partially shut, but when the cold spine of the knife touched the skin of his body, they popped open, focusing on her.

“Sssh” she hissed, her finger to her lips. She knew little of the human tongue; their speech, much like the few humans she had encountered were very individualized, often incorporating other languages. Instead she whispered in her native tongue. “Llie naa aul awr, eller naa hakar sal’ tham, na linn” She searched his face for any understanding, but whether it was the pain or that he didn’t know her language, she tried to mouth the words that she had learned.

“Hurt...” the words felt foreign in her mouth as she struggled to continue, “You hurt… You be silent” To emphasize her words, she placed her index finger against his lips.

 

[amon_darknight]

An Angel came for him, a sweet beautiful Angel was carrying him. He smiled now as he was being carried away.

"Thank you sweet Angel... now I am not alone..."

He did not know if she could hear him or not, his voice was rather broken. But he suddenly saw the Angel shh him and he did not know what to do, well other than be quiet. He watched this Angel with a sharp blade remove his armor, cutting through the leather straps, one by one.

He heard her speak, her voice so Angelic, so sweet, so beautiful. There were things about Gress, no one knew, some Gress did not even understand. He closed his eyes and thought one thing.

"Tongues..."

Than he opened his eyes and he understood everything she said. Even her broken common tongue. He looked to her and he nodded.

"Thank you..."

The words came out in her elvish tongue. He still did not understand, but her fingers against his lips, he was enjoying her company, even if she was an Angel.

"Yes, I am hurt, I am dead Miss Angel... are you taking me to heaven?"

He asked very hopeful.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Even as Caiatra tried to hush him the man spoke. For a moment his common tongue was as foreign to her as she was sure her own language was to him. But somehow through his pain, he began to fluently speak her language. The reversal in their communication took her by surprise and she stopped her tasks.

He continued to talk, even as she looked at him in wonderment. Then the meaning of his words came to her and she understood; he thought he was dead. She again put her finger to her lips and whispered “Neh, llie naa kuila” (You are alive), before removing his breastplate completely exposing a deep puncture wound.

She placed a hand on the wound, and almost silently sent a prayer to the mother of the forest. As she spoke the words, she ran her hands along the wound and the deep puncture started to knit itself together. Finishing her task, she looked back at him and said, “Ilie na kuila, hakar naa tulien, triall” (You are alive, but the enemy is coming back, you must move.”

Reaching down Caiatra tried to help him to his feet, knowing that he was still in a great deal of pain. Her decision now was to try to get back to her staging point or to try to conceal them now. She knew the choice wasn’t entirely hers, but she decided to try for her pack, which contained some herbal medicines, and her supplies. She could feel the wind begin to whip up bringing the cold, late fall air down from the nearby mountains.

The bear moved closer, in tune with her mind. He had still not given her any indication of an immediate threat, but she knew time was not on their side. A dozen goblins she and the bear were able to handle, most would break and run almost immediately, just like this group had, but a pack of them would easily wear them both down. Again, she looked at the man, just now coming to his knees and said again. “lye cael nae shan.” (We have to go.)

 

[amon_darknight]

Gres heard her speak, this Angel. He smiled at her, than he watched as she casted a spell. He saw through his eyes her hands glowing with holy power, golden fire coming from her hands as she had the most kind smile on her face. Gres felt some of the pain lifted, mainly from his chest. He smiled at her.

"My Angel... thank you... but I have deeds that need to be finished here. So I cannot go..."

But she said that he was still alive. She was just there to heal him.

"But, please do not leave me, finally a beautiful Angel has noticed me... so I must stand now..."

He grunted and tried his damnest to move, he heard her pleas for him to get up. He stood on his own two feet very weakly, he slicked his hair back and looked around him. He could still smell the odor of the orcs.

"Angel... I need to collect my sword and shield..."

He took his first step, pain took and he grimaced and bit back the pain. He walked, limped more like it to his beloved shield, he picked it up and smiled as he felt the familar weight. He than walked with a bit more of strength in his step, he walked over and picked his beloved sword up. He smiled as he placed it back in the sheathe. She saw as he had his back to her there was what looked like another sword pommel on his back, but no blade was there. He walked over and picked his cloak up and he strung it on his back.

"Ready Angel?"

He walked over to her and followed her where she was going to lead him.

"Take me some where safe..."

 

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra was relieved to see that he was able to stand on his own. She did not wish to see any creature fall into the hands of the evil that permeated the forest, but her sense of self preservation also kept her alert and she was rarely prone to making rash decisions. Still this human, something, some sense of duty held her by his side. She put out her arm to help guide him across the rough trail and past the bodies of his comrades.

His hand rested on her shoulder and she was surprised at the strength he seemed to exhibit; especially with the amount of blood he had lost from the wounds. Her minor spell had barely touched the wounds; she was no healer, so his own internal strength must be quite powerful. She saw his eyes go to the sword embedded in the tree.

“Angel…” he used that word again, she had barely heard him utter it before. It was foreign to her and the first time she had thought it to be something lost in the translation. “I need to collect my sword and shield,” he continued, as he pushed off from her and stumbled under his own power to where his weapon was embedded in the tree.

She watched, still stunned at the amount of stamina and resolve he seemed to show as he wrenched the weapon from the solid wood and sheathed the weapon. He turned and smiled at her, the gesture seemed to indicate that now he was ready to protect her and not the other way around.

In the instant it took her to shift her focus back into survival mode, he was already standing in the middle of the path. For a moment he seemed to have shrugged off all of the damage he had sustained, but as she started towards him, he seemed to sag, the effects of his wounds seeming to catch up and pull him back; his body went limp and she rushed to help him retain his feet.

As she struggled to hold his weight up; she was much more agile than she was strong and he was a big man and the weight of his armor made her grunt as she grabbed his waist and tried to hold him up. She set her legs wide as she waited for him to recover; the steel of his armor was cold against her the bare skin of her arms.

Caiatra stood for a moment, supporting his bulk; her head pressed against the side of his torso. She could hear his heart beating rapidly and his breath was wheezing softly; a look of concern came across her face, hoping that there were no injuries she couldn’t see. As he regained his composure, she all but pushed him towards the tree line, towards her camp.

As they entered the forest the bear began to break a path through the underbrush. If the man had any concern for the massive Ursine he made no comment. As soon as the camp was out of site Caiatra slowed letting the bear and the man move quickly deeper into the forest.

As she heard them break through the undergrowth she again felt a chill. The wind was calm, subdued by the foliage, but the temperature was dropping quickly. She felt snow in the air and prayed to the goddess for the cold blanket to fall, camouflaging their position even more. Still to make sure, she knelt and touched the plants, murmuring in the language of her people.

In front of her a crackling sound began as the forest in front of her began to grow; the plants choking the ingress the bear had just forged through and growing thicker and thicker. She briefly wondered if they trees would actually leaf out, if her magic was powerful enough to overcome natures cycle, but the trees and growth remained barren from the autumn.

Satisfied that their trace was eliminated, she turned and followed the bear and the man deeper into the forest. Within moment she knew she was at her pack; the bear stood by her at the opening to the clearing, and she saw that the man had again succumbed to his wounds, a dim shape in the center of the small clearing. She ran, stopping to grab her back pack and again knelt next to the injured man; confident that they were safe from the enemy from the moment and she could battle the man’s injuries without interruption.

 

[amon_darknight]

Gres walked with this Angel, he felt safe with her, for some reason he knew nothing bad would happen with her at this moment. He strapped his shield to his back as he walked with her. He felt at ease with her. He had to stay strong though, where ever she was leading him, he had to make it. He felt the pain come back and he gritted his teeth through it.

He felt like he was walking forever with her as he wondered.

"Why are we not taking to the sky Angel?"

He still spoke in the perfect elven tongue. He felt so exhausted and his breathing showed it, his chest heaved, his shoulders slumped, he staggered as he walked; even as she was helping him. He felt her arms wrap around his waist, he had to admit, it felt good. She had such a gentle touch. He made it to her clearing it looked like, and she let him go.

"Thank you..."

He fell to his knees and his eyes closed as she caught him. His armor falling off him, broken and shattered. He spoke very weakly.

"I cannot die here, I have a task... I must protect the town and I must retrieve the box... I am Gres... and I am thankful for this Angel..."

He fell unconscious from his wounds. But he lay there with a smile, his breathing was light and he looked drained of fluids. He needed help.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra knelt next to the wounded man and saw that his wounds had started bleeding freely again. She barely heard his words, disregarding them of the delirious ramblings of a man on deaths door. Drawing her knife, she quickly removed the remnants of his body, marveling at the man’s body as she exposed each part of it. His face was handsome, a light beard shadowing a strong jaw and she was drawn to his eyes, a bright sparkling blue which were currently overcast with pain and exhaustion.

He spoke again, his words choked with pain and exhaustion " I cannot die here, I have a task." She put her fingers to his lips, trying to shush him, but he continued. " I must protect the town and I must retrieve the box... I am Gres... and I am thankful for this Angel..." His words trailed off as his eyes closed and his breath became more ragged.

In alarm Caiatra, felt his neck, searching for a pulse. She found it, weak in tempo, but still there. She took in a deep breath and cast her last healing spell, again stabilizing the human. She had known that the trip to their little sanctuary would cause the wounds to open again, but the risk was one she had to take. The power of the spell, evened out his breathing and she set to work on his wounds.

Underneath the breastplate she found a mail hauberk, which she struggled to remove from his torso, exposing his muscular chest and arms. The sharp eyes of her race allowed her to still see well in the dimming light and she again examined the worst of the wounds. The wind blew harder, brushing against her body through her leather curaiss; the cold prickling her skin and making her nipples throb.

Tending to the wound she moved down, removing his greaves and other armor and then the under clothing he wore. As she removed his final article of clothing and exposed his sex, she stopped, her eyes fixated on his member. She had never seen a nude human, and the differences between the males of her species and the man lying in front of her were very distinct. The first thing she noticed was the hair; Elves, herself included exhibited no body hair, while this man was covered in a dark curly fuzz, extending down his body, along his groin, and down his legs.

Nestled between his legs, extruding out from the thatch was his cock. The sight of his phallus, long and thick even in its flaccid state made her gasp. Compared to the sexual organ of her long dead mate, and the other male elves she had allowed to have intercourse with her, he was a monster. It was also not the member of the humanoids she had seen; the grotesque phallus of an ogre or the short knobby member of a goblinoid. Something about this humans cock sent a shiver down her spine and through her own sex.

His body shivered and she knew that she needed to get him warmth, but first she continued to pack and bind his wounds, using various curative mosses and other ingredients as she had been taught by the her tribes healers. Throughout the process, she kept glancing down to his cock and then quickly glancing back to her task. When she had finished binding his wounds she once again tried a healing spell; stabilizing the wounded man.

Satisfied she had given him as much medical attention as she could, she pulled her blankets out of her pack and placed them over the man. She sat for a moment, debating on the prudence of building a fire for warmth; she could make the smoke dissipate, but the smell of the burning wood would still resonate throughout the forest. Again she looked down at the shivering form under her blanket and realized that the warmth of the fine elven cloth would be her only salvation as well from the biting cold that was beginning to set in.

 

[amon_darknight]

Gres lay there as he felt his life slipping. He groaned as she started to patch him up, she tried to stabilize him. He felt nothing at this point, he could only feel like he was laying on air. He could still see this Angel with him though, she was trying to heal him. He knew he was in good hands as he laid there in a deep sleep.

She healed him the best she could, but the cold air was strong today. She brought Gres back to a point where he could breath easy and with out pain. Gres opened his eyes as he saw her sitting beside him. He shivered as he looked to her.

"Angel... thank you."

His body shivered as she saw him laying there. He did notice that he was completly naked.

"Angel, I am so cold... please lay with me, strip your clothes and lay with me, press your hot body against mine. It is the only way..."

He shivers as his cock moved, he had a long shaft and a big head, thick he was considered by the ladies that saw it. He smiled at her as he looked to be suffering now.

"It is unbearable..."

He shivered and his cock moved on him. His large manhood.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra looked up from the shivering man, feeling the chill of the approaching storm course through her own body. She shivered and started through her pack, searching through its meager contents; she had traveled light on this journey, preferring to forego many comforts for mobility in her travels. She reached her mind out for the bear; knowing that he was out there, watching over her and would alert her to any immediate threats. She considered calling him, bringing him back to the camp; she had spent many nights warmed by the beasts body heat as it watched over her, but with the threat so close, she knew it was prudent to keep him patrolling for danger.

She heard a stirring at her feet and looked down to see the man staring up at her. He was still shivering; a combination of shock and cold. She watched his lips move, forming out the words, "Angel... thank you."

As he spoke she felt a wave of weariness come across her own body, the adrenaline from generated from the events of the last hour dissipating. She smiled down at him, his gratitude making her shift uncomfortably. Then she saw him shiver again and a worried look came across her face. Again he whispered to her, his voice wracked with pain and chill. "Angel, I am so cold... please lay with me, strip your clothes and lay with me, press your hot body against mine. It is the only way..."

She realized he was right; she knew that a fire would be too risky and by the time she located her small tent and got it erected the chances were high he would have succumbed to the cold. he started to speak again, his voice delirious, "It is unbearable..." In response, she put her finger to his lips, shushing him.

Then she straightened and reached for the buckles holding the stiff leather cuirass over her body. Sliding the armor off of her body she stopped, noticing his eyes on her. She wore almost nothing under the brown boiled leather only a wrap that bound her breasts. Her nipples were hard against the gossamer wrap, the silken cloth rasping across the sensitive peaks. She was nude down to her leggings, her body hairless; her pudendal cleft barely visible below her hairless pubis.

She felt his eyes on her body, and she felt a flash of embarrassment flash through her. Caiatra was not a prude; her people did not view the body as something to hide, but here , with this man, she was fully aware that her sex was on display. She turned away from his gaze, and bent down to loosen the leather grieves which protected her legs.

When she had finished disrobing, she turned back seeing that his eyes were closed again. Her fingers when to his neck, searching for a pulse and finding the strong throb of his heartbeat. Lifting the blanket, she slid in beside him, the binding across her breasts brushing against her back and sending a thrill through her body. She felt the hair of his body against her bare skin as she wrapped her arms around him, feeling him leech her body heat.

He shifted, his body wrapping into a more fetal position, and she pressed herself against him harder. She began to rub his chest, hoping the friction from her actions would raise the warmth under the blanket. As her hand traveled up and down the front of his torso she felt his manhood, her touch subconsciously arousing him. She paused momentarily, the contact with his cock sending a different sensation through her; one she identified as sexual excitement and she felt a familiar wetness between her legs.

 

[amon_darknight]

Gres moved with her as she moved him on his side, he could feel her soft body press against him, she could feel his strong form pressing against her as she nestled herself on his back. She felt so hot, like a slow burning fire aching to burst and burn everything.

Gres loved the feel of her naked body pressed against himself. He felt her press her tits into his back, they felt like pillows, so soft and so warm. For an elf, she had a rather large rack. He loved big tits, he loved them a lot. He saw her watching him, he saw him watching her, taking in her body. She did not seem to care, cause she did not cover up. Now here she was pressing against his naked body. The way she held herself to him made his cock awaken, the blood rushing to his cock, making his head spin as it was rock hard.

Gres was well endowed, a large package he had and it felt her body, it wanted to be touched by her. Than it happened and his cock twitched, he tried to control it, but it was so hard to do. Her hand felt so soft and he knew she wanted to touch him.

"It is ok Angel, I know its big..."

He did not know what she was feeling. He just hoped she was not werided out by this.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra felt the humans body relax against her touch; the blanket trapping their combined body heat. She felt his breathing slowly normalize as she lent her warmth to him. Shifting slightly against him, the cloth covering her breasts brushed across the sensitive peaks of her nipples, sending a shiver through her.

They lay next to each other, and she envisioned him closing his eyes as his breath became more rhythmic. The bear sent no alerts as it provided an over watch for them; gave no indication of danger and the through the sense of relaxation that she felt she found herself starting to loll off. As an elf, she needed less sleep than the human, but the sleepy rate of his breathing dulled her senses.

Then he shifted beside her, the back of his thigh brushing between her legs and against her sex. She stifled a soft moan, the sensation of his body against her tender flesh again awaking her sexual desire. She slid her right arm from across his body and froze as her hand again brushed against his cock.

He was erect now, his shaft protruding out from his body. As her fingertips began to explore his shaft, he stirred, the slow cadence of his breathing broken. She began to withdraw her hand, when his voice came to her softly in the darkness. "It is ok Angel; I know it’s big...”

His voice startled her, and she almost withdrew her hand. It had been over a decade since she had last laid with a male. Her mate had been killed during an scouting expedition deep into the forest; disintegrated by a skeletal mage who still haunted her thoughts. Their rout had been absolute, his minions not fearing death and had slaughtered the rest of her part to the last elf; only she had made it out alive.

Now she lay, pressed up against this human; a man she had subconsciously decided to save, with her repressed sexual desires pushing her. She had barely seen this man, the darkness, the flight, the need to heal his wounds had been foremost on her mind; but now as they both lay she felt her body react to his presence. Her hand moved further down; exploring.

Her fingers found his cock; the muscle fully engorged and throbbing. Tentatively she wrapped her fingers around it, the girth almost more than she could encircle. She heard him moan in the darkness, a sign that his own body was responding to her touch. In turn, she began to gently rub herself along his thigh, her legs parting to let his slide between.

Her cunt responded to the stimulation, the hair on his body gently abrading her soft bare flesh; each pass sending small jolts through her. She slid her hand up his cock, finding the head slick with his lubrication. She again grasped his member, her fingers brushing against the crown as she began to slowly pump his cock back and forth. She slid her other hand between their body, finding her cunt and rubbing on her tender clit.

 

[amon_darknight]

This beautiful Angel was really touching his cock, she was curious about it he could tell. Just the way she was exploring it. He let out a soft moan as she gripped, or tried to grip his shaft. His cock was long and thick, had the steady veins that pumped the blood into his manhood. He wanted to turn over and touch the Angel, but knew he could not. He did not want to frighten her. So he decided to let her explore him. What ever she was doing, it was making him feel so good and was taking the pain away.

His leg moved between hers and he felt her grinding herself on his thigh, he found this to be very cute. She wanted sexual release, he knew this. He could already smell her arousal. He could feel her wetness on his thigh. He groaned again as her soft hand moved over the head of his cock. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to pleasure her. He spoke in magical tongue, she heard it in her language.

"Angel, you are making me feel so good, I want to make you feel good..."

He groaned as she started to jerk his cock off. He moaned and turned his head, he could see she was touching herself.

"Mmm let me feel you Angel..."

He wanted to feel her, he wanted her to moan against him.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra continued to let her fingers explore the contours of his cock. The sensitive pads of her thumb slid up his shaft, riding across the veins of his cock until it brushed up against the edge of the head. As she felt the texture change, she continued to diddle herself; her fingers pressed against her sex by his leg. She bit her lip to keep from moaning and wakening him.

As she continued to manipulate both her own sex and his, she felt him shift against her. From the darkness his voice came out, thick with sexual excitement, "Angel, you are making me feel so good, I want to make you feel good..."

The sound of his voice made her pause, her hand still gripping his cock. She felt it pulse in her hand as she stiffened in surprise. She had expected him to be in the depths of slumber, hoping that his bodies need to fight the injuries he had sustained would overcome sensations she had given him as her hand explored. But instead, he had awakened and was fully aware of her manipulations. His voice, still sleep continued to fill the small dark space. "Mmm let me feel you Angel..."

A wave of shame rolled over her. To satisfy her own sexual curiosity, she had begun to take advantage of his senselessness. What she had done was akin to rape and she felt her face grow warm from the motion.

She released the grip on his cock, but it remained resting in the palm of her hand. With the other she slid it up his body to gently glide across the stubble of his facial hair, the scent of her sex emanated from her hand, elevating her shame as it emphasized her own enjoyment of the wicked act she had performed. In her soft voice she whispered, “There, there you must sleep, please.”

Again he shifted, his leg sliding along her sex and she stifled her reaction from his touch. Toying her lip between her teeth, she tried to force her own desires out of her mind. Something about this human had overridden her sense of decency. She quickly disengaged her body from his, sliding out of the blanket into the sharp cold of the night.

 

[amon_darknight]

He sighed when she moved away and left him. He shook his head, he felt it, there was a connection with her... as soon as she left him, he felt the pain return, his breathing was soon getting more and more labored. The cold was again settling in on him, he shivered, his teeth rattled with his shaking.

"Ang...elll..."

He could feel himself slipping, falling down the rabbit hole.

"Angel... please... come back..."

He curled into a ball, holding himself, he cringed his teeth, he bite his tongue to hold back a groan in pain.

All he could think about was the Angel he was connected with. He started to sweat, his vision blurred.

"I can't see..."

He was falling again.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra stood above the blanket, the ice cold wind whipped against her body; the air brushed across the wet folds of her sex, chilling her deeply as she stared down at the wounded man she had just been taking advantage of. Her sense of shame that she had let her libido override her sense of decency coursed through her and she felt tears brim her eyes. He rolled over and in the pale gloom of the light she could see a look of pain come over his face. She wondered if she had done it, teasing him to the point of no return, then abandoning him.

His voice came through the cold air, "Angel... please... come back..." and she glanced back down to see him huddling under the blanket at her feet. He seemed to be convulsing in pain and she immediately dropped back down next to him, her hand sliding across his brow; finding it to be covered in sweat. He continued to moan and she could make out his words, spoken in a fearful tone. "I can't see..."

Sliding back under the blanket, Caiatra immediately felt her own discomfort disappear as his body heated hers. She slid her arms around him again; careful to where she slid her hand. “There, there,” she whispered, trying to calm him. Whatever, had caused his relapse, she did not know how to combat it; all she could do was continue to comfort him. “What can I do?” she continued, “What will make you better?”

 

[amon_darknight]

She came back into the small bed, she laid right next to him, he wrapped his arms around her, he was staring right into her eyes...

Ohh her beautiful eyes, they told a story, a beautiful story, one of the forest, one of many adventures, one of so much... he gulped and smiled as he once again started to feel like he was recovering. He leaned into her and whispered.

"With you near me like this, I don't feel any pain Angel... thank you."

His breathing was normal, his eyes were normal looking. His smile was sincere.

"I can see you... you are so beautiful..."

He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Just you being near me like this, please don't leave me, I think it is you that i need."

He hugged her close to him, he felt her breasts pressed against his chest. Her tits were large, an Angels breasts, so soft, yet so firm. He moaned as her body felt so good against him. His lips moved to hers and he kissed her. Her lips felt so soft, he moaned into the kiss.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra felt his body begin to calm as she pressed her own nude body against him. She immediately felt the cold flee from her body as their combined warmth heated the blanket. His arms wrapped around her, drawing her in even closer. His voice came low and breathy in the darkness; again in perfect Elvish. "With you near me like this, I don't feel any pain Angel... thank you.”

“Hush,” she said, her finger against his lips. “You must rest, you need sleep.”

She could feel him, erect against her thigh. Her curiosity raised again, her desire to feel and explore him. His body was so different from any other man she had lain with; so much more masculine, not the soft bare body of her kin.

His breath slowed again, the pace taking on a rhythmic tempo. She felt he was already regaining his strength, could feel it in his embrace. His voice, stronger now, pushed past her finger and his words came in the darkness. "I can see you... you are so beautiful...".

This startled her, with her own elvish vision she could barely see him in the total darkness. Yet somehow he had went from almost total blindness to seeing her better than she could see him. She had thought that humans processed a diminished night vision, yet she could feel his eyes in the darkness, staring directly at her.

"Just you being near me like this, please don't leave me, I think it is you that i need." He continued as his strong arms drew her in closer. His lips found hers. His mouth, like everything about him was so different; the bristling hairs on his face gently chaffed her skin, sending jolts of excitement through her body.

She met his kiss, drinking it in deep. His embrace pulled her up his body and he rolled her over. She found herself straddling him, her sex sliding along his taut belly as he brought her to his level. Her feet found his thighs and slid around the outside of them as he continued to press his lips hard against hers.

Then she broke the kiss, trying to overcome her wanton urges with compassion. “No…” she said, hoping her voice didn’t betray her true desires. “You must rest.” But as she slid back down his body, she felt her sex bump against his engorged cock; sending a wave of pleasure through her body.

 

[amon_darknight]

Her lips were so soft, her kiss was filled with as much lust as desire. He felt it pulse with in her. Her body was now pn top of of him, he did not even realize that he pulled her on top. He smiled at her, she saw his wounds were rapidly healing as her body was near his. He felt so wonderful with her like this. She was accepting of him. He could tell she was special, she was the one.

He smiled as he felt her move down and his cock brushed against her wet pussy. He felt the tingle of her pussy and it rushed up his cock and it made him let out a soft moan.

"Angel..."

He made a sudden move as his eyes were locked on hers and he moved his hips and he felt his cock slide and move past her lips and enter her tight hole. It felt so good, her wet cunt was so tight, it felt as if she was tightening her pussy as he moved his cock in.

"Ohh fuck... Angel... your.. feels so good..mmmmm"

She was allowing this to happen. He was making love to a

"Angel..."

He started to move his hips and his cock started to move back and forth, in and out of her. He listened to her breathing, her moans, felt how her body was reacting to this.

"Angel, stop me if you want me to."

He moaned as he started to move faster in and out of her, he held her sides of her hips, right above her ass. His big thick long cock slid in and out, the sounds started to get louder the wetter her pussy got. Gres moaned out, but he did not take his eyes off her.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra lurched forward as her sex brushed across his. His voice, low in the darkness, uttered out the name he had given her. Then he was in her, the head of his cock pushing past the lips of her sex and filling her. She let out a gasp of surprise and delight, as his girth stretched her open

All thoughts about what she was doing fled from her mind as she accepted his cock deeper into her body. It felt like an eternity for him to full embed himself into her, and when she felt him fully inside of her she let out a soft moan, her pussy involuntarily tightening and loosening on his cock as she felt her body tremble. In her ear she heard his voice, breathy and excited “Ohh fuck... Angel... your.. feels so good..mmmmm" and then she felt him start to withdraw.

The exit of his cock from her was as pleasurable as the entrance. She let out a soft guttural moan as she felt his cock slide inside of her, sending even more sensations through her body. Her head slid along his chest and she found his breast with her mouth, her tongue flicking across his hard nipple as he began to bury himself into her again. She could barely hear his voice now as she concentrated on the hard nub.

She marveled at his power; the man who had barely been able to stand from the bedroll minutes before was now thrusting in and out of her, his body seemingly growing stronger by the moment. When he fucked into her, her whole body raised with the force of his thrust lifting her off of his body.

As the intensity of their mating grew, she sat almost upright, fully planting herself on his cock. The blanket fell back, exposing her breasts to the cold wind. The length and girth of his cock made her wince, but the pleasure she was experiencing overrode any discomfort. She slowly worked her hips, in a circular motion, as she used her legs to slide her cunt up the length of his cock, the sounds of their sex distinct in the darkness.

 

[amon_darknight]

The way her body moved was so amazing against him, her own hips moving against his own movements. She was amazing, so graceful. But what was more sexual exciting was her moans. She had the hottest moan, first a low moan than gradually louder. It turned him on greatly. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he moved his hips, letting his cock move in and out of her slowly at first, but faster as she moved her hips faster.

"Yeah.. you like it fast don't you Angel."

She than moved herself as she was looking down at him, and he was looking up at her. He saw her tits now, they were large, they were perky, they were perfect. He has seen elves before, but never with a rack like that. He moaned out as she started moving her hips, grinding herself against him. He moved against her, moving his long, thick cock in and out of her slightly. He moaned as he held her hips.

"Angel you are so beautiful... because of you I am healed, I feel only pleasure, I feel no pain. You are a Godsend."

He thrust up into her again and loved the look on her face. He knew she loved his thick cock, his long manhood.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra began to work herself up and down his cock at a steady tempo. As she became accustomed to his girth, she started to feel body react to him. The she felt his hands grasp her hips and she moaned as he fucked her faster, pushing up into and letting her cunt bottom out on his cock before he withdrew. Her soft moans increased, barely heard through the blowing winds.

"Yeah.. you like it fast don't you Angel." He breathed and she responded by nodding her head, her hands pressing against her chest as she put her weight there allowing his thrusting hips to bounce her up and down.

“Yes… Yes…” she purred as he pulled his hips down, letting her body weight impale her wet sex on his cock.

He continued, the lust in his voice barely making his words understandable "Angel you are so beautiful... because of you I am healed, I feel only pleasure, I feel no pain. You are a Godsend." She gazed down at him, her body so filled with lust that she barely heard him.

Then he stopped thrusting and she slid down his cock, her lips brushing against the coarse hair covering his groan, she felt herself involuntarily tighten and loosen his shaft. She was so close to the pinnacle of pleasure, but she didn’t want the climb to stop. She leaned over him, slowly drawing herself up his shaft; her hair fell across his face as she stared down.

“You,” she said, her eyes filled with lust, “you… you make me feel so good… I don’t want you to stop… please more.”

 

[amon_darknight]

He felt a strong desire wash over him, the way she moved herself up and down his cock, the way her pussy clamped down on his cock as she moved down. He saw her strong warrior muscles as she had her arms raised above and behind her head. He smiled at her, his wounds were healed and he wanted nothing more than to give his huge cock to this Angel Elf. He smiled as he moaned, and he quickly sat up and let his face kiss over her huge tits. These mounds of flesh were the most perfect set he has ever laid eyes on.

He knew it, she was an Angel, an Angel of desire, an Angel sent on the whim to rescue him from death. She knew what he needed, she knew he had to live. He kissed over her tits, letting his tongue move over every inch of skin that his lips kissed over. Her moans were so sexy, first loud, than she lowered it, it was very cute.

He leaned her back so she was on her back, he smiled as he looked down at her. Her sexy eyes staring up at him, she had lust, desire, want in them. He held her legs up and a little to the side of him as he looked at her. He than stuck her with his cock, letting it slide into her wet, tight hole. Ohh the sound it made, that squishy, soppy noise. Oh how that made him moan out.

"Yes... Angel... fuck you feel so good, you make me feel so good Angel... I want to make you feel as good as I feel..."

He started to pump his hips, slamming his huge cock in and out of her, he watched as her face contorted with each pump, how her tits shook up and down her body as he slammed her. He heard her loud moans now as he took her how he knew she wanted it.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Caiatra let out a small oomph as he suddenly pushed her onto her back, the blanket which had been holding in their body heat fluttering behind her and a cold wind blew through their bodies. He didn’t seem to notice as he slid up onto on leg, his hands grasping her by the ankle, his eyes taking in her glistening sex.

She looked up at him, her body impatiently anticipating his cock parting the lips of her sex and stretching her out. He met her eyes and smiled; a naughty little grin that made her want to spread her legs wider for him. Instead he pushed her ankles together and sent them to her right. His cock again probing her sex, before the head parted her lips and sank deep into her.

She let out a long moan as his cock full seated into her; the sounds of sex emanated in the quiet darkness. His cock pushed into her, much further than when she had been on top. She felt him pause, deep inside of her, before he began to fuck her in earnest; his thrusts belayed his strength; somehow miraculously free of the pain of his wounds and the vulnerability caused by them.

She felt her body begin to respond, the sensations she had missed for so long, and the newness of him. She felt the head of his cock slide inside of her and her body responded to the stimulation. She felt her orgasm begin to well up deep inside her. She tried to trap him inside of her, let his cock pulse inside the walls of her cunt, but instead she her body trembling at his onslaught. She opened her eyes and saw him over her, his face contorted with effort and she let herself go as her body began to tremble underneath him as the force of the orgasm flooded over her.