The Solitary Arrow Ch. 10
She leaned back and kissed his earlobe. "Perhaps, tomorrow, I will wear just it, then." She whispered. Then she enjoyed the reaction, smiling softly as he pressed to her and she felt him harden. She was teasing him, she knew it, and she liked doing it.
Trevir walked in and said. "Ech. You two have a room, don't you?" His face registered mock distaste.
Hyandai turned slipped from Harlen and turned on the lad, she managed to grab his chest and she hugged him close, pecking him about the face with little kisses, making a huge amount of racket with her smacking sounds. He squirmed and giggled at her, and thoroughly enjoyed the attention, whatever the cause. Finally, she let him go and he pretended to wipe his cheek. "She's dangerous, that one is." He laughed.
The elf went back to stirring the pot and winked at him. "You know you like it." She said over her shoulder.
"No I don't." He said unconvincingly, mainly due to the deep crimson he had turned over the last thirty seconds. Harlen ruffled his hair and asked if he was done with loading up the wood boxes and the boy shuffled off.
He kissed Hyandai's neck. "You're going to give the poor boy some very strange ideas about girls." He said as he nuzzled into her hair.
"Like what, pray tell?" She asked, smiling and tilting her head to give him more neck to nuzzle. "That we like boys and we give them kisses?" She said.
Harlen shrugged. "And that they're all incredibly beautiful and mind-numbingly friendly." He said, kissing her shoulder.
"We are." She said, and picked up the pot and dumped the stewed squash into a bowl. "All of us are friendly if the man is worth it."
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The three of them ate their dinner, and enjoyed some light conversation later. Harlen discussed his plans in the near future to start Trevir coming on his hunting trips into the wood. The lad seemed to be good enough with the bow now, and he was itching to actually try to shoot something, enough so that the neighbors were beginning to fear for their pets' safety.
Hyandai and Trevir did the dishes after the meal and she sent him off for the evening. She gave him a kiss on his cheek as he left, when Harlen was not watching, and he definitely did not wipe it off, she noted.
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The rain continued into the night as the couple prepared for bed. Hyandai smiled as Harlen disrobed. "My lover, I would like to pleasure you tonight." She said, eyeing his manhood as he pulled off his pants.
"I'm not one to say no to a direct request." He said, his own mouth turning up in a wide smile.
She laid on the bed as he crawled up beside her. They began kissing and touching one another, gently exploring each other with their hands and fingertips and mouths. He loved the feel of her smooth skin and silky hair under his touch. She liked his coarseness of hair, and his tanned skin, she was even beginning to like his many small and large scars. Harlen had received a great number of injuries throughout his life, she saw. She wanted to kiss each of them as she found them. The elf wished she could make them forgotten and disappear.
As they moved about each other, Harlen had managed to find one of her small knees, and was kissing up her thigh from it. He was halfway to her groin when she said, "I was going to pleasure you." Her frown was utterly unconvincing and he grinned up at her.
"I guess you can do that." He said. "After I'm done." He added, and continued his exploration with his lips and tongue. As he neared her entrance, she touched his hair, and ran her fingers into it. She could feel his warm breath on her labia, then she felt the gentle caress of his tongue on them, then over her clitoris. She moaned softly and laid back, still holding his hair.
He moved his tongue slowly and forcefully over her inner folds, then into her vagina. She gasped as he pulled out and sucked directly on her sensitive little knob of a clitoris.
"Harlen, that feels so wondrous." She said, watching him as he slid his tongue over the whole area, his eyes shut and obviously enjoying himself.
He lifted up a moment. "It tastes the same, my love." He said, and buried his mouth and tongue between her upraised thighs. She smiled widely as she could feel herself begin the slow climb to release, and intended to savor every inch going up the hill. Harlen had moved a bit around, and she found she could reach his swollen cock from where she lay, and did so. Wrapping her cool, slim fingers around his engorged shaft. Slowly, she stroked the organ, watching in fascination as the skin slid over it, and how supple and soft it was. She liked squeezing hard, and watching the head turn purple and swell, and the veins on the sides bulge in tension. A shiver ran through her as her pleasure from his tongue's ministrations mounted higher on her climbing ascent.
She started twisting around herself, and managed to get close enough to his pelvis to take the head of his manhood into her mouth. She lapped at the head with her small, quick tongue, and felt it twitching in time with her tune. Harlen moaned as she began applying soft suction to him, and they began to time their strokes and tongue movements together. Her hand moved from his head to his scrotum and started gently rolling his testicles around within the loose skin. She began to taste the saltiness that meant his climax was nearing, and began to apply her tongue even faster, determined to bring him to a finish before he did so to her, but she was not at all sure she could, she was very near herself, beginning to gasp for air and move her hips in response to his motions.
She felt her orgasm grip her, and her legs stiffened, clamping onto the sides of Harlen's head, and holding him in place while he continued to lick her, he lapped frantically as she writhed through the orgasm, intensifying the sensations as he moved his tongue over her clitoris.
Then she tasted his seed flooding her waiting mouth. She swallowed greedily, now used to the act, and not at all bothered any longer by the taste. It was not disagreeable, and he enjoyed it a lot, so it made it a good thing in her mind, and something to not be bothered by.
When he finished spending himself, and she felt him going soft, even under her fast tongue, she slipped her lips from him. "That is better." She concluded. "With one more full day after today to wait, I was going to burst if someone did not reach their pinnacle.
He chuckled as he left off lapping at her, and his head rested on her thigh. "Well, now we have both done so, therefore we should be good to go until day after tomorrow.
She nodded. "I do not wish to wait, but think we should."
He agreed, but said. "Yes, but very first thing in the morning, I think would be wise."
She giggled. "To prevent interruptions?"
He rubbed her thigh with his hand. "Exactly." He said. "I do not want something else to get in the way."
She sat up and stroked his hair with her narrow fingers. "Agreed, my lover, as soon as we awaken."
They both shifted around and laid on their pillows. Hyandai did not use a pillow as she slept, though, she preferred his arm, and insisted on it, for going to sleep, at least, and became quite vexed if he tried to avoid it.
They laid there a short while, with the light orb in its pouch. Then Harlen said. "Did you mean what you said about betrothal?"
She looked at him in the dark, seeing him perfectly well, and knowing she was just an indistinct blur in the dark to him. "Yes, my love, of course I meant it."
He smiled. "Is there something we need to do?"
She touched his lips with her fingertips. "A small ceremony, at least to my people it is small, but I understand your folk have one, also."
He nodded. "But it is just for permanent marriages, not engagements, which is what we call your betrothal."
She nodded. "I understand, but there is no ceremony for engagement?" She asked.
He said. "Not really, the man just asks and the woman accepts or not." He kissed her forehead. "I hope you will accept."
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