The Solitary Arrow Ch. 06
She kissed his neck. "More than willing." She said, and her hand slowly crept down his belly.
He stopped her hand with his. "No." He said. "I beg leave tonight, I wish to be able to perform that much better on the morrow."
She made a mock pouting face, but relented. "Very well, if you will have naught but my maidenhood, then on the morrow."
"I would." He said, and gave her a very long kiss. "And I hope to have it for a while after."
She smiled. "Perhaps, my lover, perhaps."
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Morning found them entwined with one another, and Harlen wakeful. He had his arms about her, and she about him, a first. He liked the feeling of her belly against his, and the soft breath that tickled his nose. They were pressed together quite firmly, he noted, as if they had just embraced. Her legs were intermixed with his, alternating, and he wondered how that came to pass. He could feel her moisture on one leg, and liked that. He could also feel her leg with the soft skin of his organ. Not that it remained soft for long, the thoughts he was having would see to that.
She must have felt him move, as her eyes flickered open and she looked at him, with golden regard. "Good morrow, my love." She said and kissed him with barely any movement needed. "This is a happy waking." She added, then paused and giggled. "And growing happier still, I feel." Her leg moved between his and rubbed softly against his growing manhood.
Harlen, however backed up a bit, and smiled down at her. "Not just yet." He said and climbed out of bed and put on his pants. "We have all day to take care of that bit." He grinned, and went out the door.
Hyandai blinked a few times, wondering what she might have missed, then got up and dressed before padding after him. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned toward the kitchen and ran full-on into Trevir. The two went to the floor with a thud and fell in a heap.
Trevir gasped and apologized profusely at the giggling Hyandai. "I'm so sorry, Miss Hyandai." He said, straightening her skirt, then realized what he was doing, and blushed nearly violet. However, his young roving eyes noted the stitches in her shapely thigh and the dry skin along the old wound. "Those should come out now, Miss, I'll tell Harlen."
Examining the mostly healed wound, she nodded. "Very well, I will go with you."
They went into Harlen's little workshop and after a short look at her thigh, Harlen said, "It is healed enough. Trevir, you need the practice, you remove them."
The lad gulped deeply and said. "But..."
"Nary a butt will I hear from you today." Harlen said, holding up a interrupting palm. A pair of tweezers materialized in his large hand and he held them out to Trevir. "Use these, and cut the cords with your good knife."
Nodding, Trevir took the tweezers and fetched his knife out of a small wardrobe against the far wall.
Hyandai sat upon one of the work tables, leaning back slightly and lifting her skirt to reveal the wound. Trevir dragged a stool over and sat between her shapely legs as they dangled over the edge. Leaning close, the lad's breath was irregular and his fingers trembled.
"Trevir, calm down, else you will cut me anew." Hyandai whispered to him.
The lad gritted his teeth and squinted one eye shut in intense concentration. The knife's point lowered to her skin and slit the first stitch, then the second. He continued down the long line of over a score of tiny knots. Finally, they were all cut and he sighed in relief as he sat the skinning knife down. Trevir then picked up the tweezers and gripped the first fine thread between the thin blades.
Gently, he pulled the first thread out and Hyandai gasped as a electric jangle of nerves shot through her thigh and to her groin.
Trevir looked up with concern lining his young face. "Are you okay, Miss Hyandai?" He asked soliticiously.
A tiny smile formed on the elf's lips. "Yes, Trevir, continue." She said. Harlen turned about and arched an eyebrow at the tone her voice now adopted.
The lad yanked another stitch, then still another. Down the long line he worked, pulling each out quickly and without pain. Harlen watched with alert eyes as she started to perspire, and her breathing became irregular. He noted that her golden eyes were darkening again, and had become nearly bronze again. Swallowing visibly, she forced herself to stay still for the last few stitches, then gasped when the lad had yanked out the last of them.
Trevir beamed at his achievement, and smiled up at the pretty elven maiden sitting before him. "Thanks for trusting me." He said, a wide grin marking his face.
"It was a well-done service." Hyandai said. Trevir seemed to not notice the change in timbre of her voice, but Harlen recognized it right away. The huntsman smiled, supressing a chuckle. Rising from the work bench, she stood up and kissed Trevir's forehead. "A well done service, indeed." She complimented him again.
Harlen said. "Trevir, run and buy some meat for supper." And tossed the lad a silver coin. Trevir smiled and scampered out the door. As the front door of the house slammed shut, Hyandai tackled Harlen off of his stool, yanking at his belt before they hit the floor. She said not a single word as she yanked down his pants with one hand, pulling her loincloth free of her hem at nearly the same moment. Within seconds, Harlen found himself staring up at her spread womanhood over him, with her knees on either side of his head. He was rather stunned, but quite pleased at her chosen method of relieving the frustration that had built up from the nerve stimulation of the stitches.
Suddenly, he felt her warm mouth engulf the already swelling head of his cock, and her soft lips slid down the shaft in an eager consumption. Hyandai peered down at him and pulled his now stiff manhood from her mouth. "Do you seek an invitation?" She said, her eyes looked like molten bronze now, fluid and dangerous.
Harlen did not wait for one, and immediately raised his head and began lapping at her obviously wet crotch. His tongue slipped past the delicate folds of her labia and into the channel beyond. Gasping, Hyandai took his organ back into her mouth and began moving her lips over the shaft rapidly. Her tiny nub of a clitoris demanded stimulation and her hips moved until his tongue was forced over it. Flicking his tongue over her clit caused her to grunt and force her head down farther upon his thick cock. To his amazement, she climaxed in mere seconds. Apparently, she was far more excited than he first suspected. The slick juices of her vagina flooded down his cheeks and into his open mouth. A subtle cinnamon taste flavored it and he would have lapped eagerly for that alone, the benefit of her writhing and excited moans simply added to his just cause.
He silken lips slid over his shaft in ever faster motions. Soon, he could no longer contain himself, either, and he felt his climax rip through his nerves and out of his penis. The muscles of her throat worked furiously as he spent and she swallowed, both of them moaning in pleasure.
After a long moment of slowing down, her lips and his tongue, they finally broke contact. Hyandai rolled to her side from over him and giggled. "Sorry, beloved." She said. "But I had to do something."
"Never apologize for ravishing me." Harlen said, his lopsided grin stuck in place on his lips. "It is my job to provide for my guest's needs."
Harlen stood up and located his errant pants, then watched as Hyandai sought her loincloth and skirt, which had also come off during that little interlude.
He said. "Hyandai, you need to get dressed, my love. We need to go somewhere." He said, following her up the stairs, and watching her perfect small backside move side to side as she went up the stairs.
"Very well." She said, and slipped on her half top and skirt. She also donned a loincloth, to make herself proper for public. Harlen put on a very nice looking blue tunic over his black trousers, and his knee boots. "This must indeed be an important trip." She said, eyeing the attractive hue of the tunic. "It matches your eyes, my love." She said, stepping up to him.
He gave her a quick kiss and gripped her shoulders. "It is pretty important." He helped her with her low boots, and they checked themselves in the mirror. Trevir came in the front door, carrying a few cuts of beef.
"Very good, Trevir, I will cook something with that tonight." She said. As the lad went into the kitchen, her face snapped with an epiphany. "Harlen, is Trevir the child..."
Harlen grimaced a little. "Yes." He said. "How do you think I send the money to her?"
She smiled gently. "I will say no more of it." She said. She wondered if anyone noticed that Trevir, unlike almost all apprentices, was well paid for his minor chores and services. Possibly, but no one seemed to want to call attention to it. "He is a good lad." She said.
Harlen nodded. "Yes, and I want to help him become a good man."
She hugged him fiercely from behind. "I am certain he will be." She said, then asked. "Where are we going?"
The hunter put on a fine bracer of silver and put a similar bracer on her wrist. She looked at it, it was lovely, and fairly heavy. "We're going to go see the first woman I loved." He said.
Hyandai looked a bit confused for a moment, then shrugged. She trusted this man, he would not do something to hurt her feelings, she was sure. "Ah." She said.
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