Ceriandel smiled. "It might just be so." He said. "But we should see the lady before the village's rulers hear of our arrival."
She turned to him. "I could not shirk my duties so easily." She said. "But I am a busy woman, I might find myself unavoidably detained for a while after I bring you to the Warleader for disposition." She turned toward the door. "Come with me, you are made arrest, keep that in mind."
"Of course." Ceriandel said, grinning as he slid his chair back.
Harlen stood as well and followed them as they all moved about the catwalk then up several ramps to another catwalk. A faint blue glow emanated from the room, she led them in.
The two saw a slender figure silhouetted against the glowing blue model of the village. Harlen hardly recognized Hyandai in chain armor and girt with a long warsword as well as her hyandai.
"Lady Hyandai." Ealina said. "The south gate brought me two refugees that claim to have valuable tactical information."
"I will see them." Hyandai said, her voice sounded tired and distant. "Have them brought to me."
Ealina smiled at the pair. "Warleader, they are here now."
Hyandai turned slowly, her face showing more weariness than even her voice. "Very well, you ca . . .." She stopped speaking as Harlen and Ceriandel spun into her view.
"Harlen?" She asked, as if doubting that it was really him. A half a heartbeat later she was pressed against him tightly, her chainmail pinching him here and there, but he did not complain. Tears flowed from her eyes like raindrops as she moved her hands again and again for better purchase to cling to him more tightly.
Ceriandel and Ealina stepped across the room to regard the map at a discreet distance from the couple. He began asking her questions of the situation while she showed him the relevant map areas with her fingertip.
"You are not supposed to be here." She said into his chest. "They told you to wait for us to contact you."
"One of you did." He smiled. "Ceriandel came and fetched me." He was nuzzling her fine, silken hair and inhaling deeply her cinnamon scent.
She giggled. "I suppose he told you I was dying?" She said, pulling back at last to look up at him.
Harlen nodded. "Something like that." He confirmed.
She cast an attempt at an annoyed look at her brother. "He exaggerates." She said. "I have been working my mind a bit overmuch these last days, and it is affecting my appetite."
Harlen nodded, touching her neck and shoulder. "And the emotional outbursts?" He inquired.
She shrugged. "The same thing." She said. "I have been reconstructing another person's mind within my own. It is bound to have detrimental effects on me."
Hyandai smiled up at him. "I foresee some of those emotional difficulties being rather absent now you are with me." She said.
"They may try to send me away again." Harlen offered.
"They would not." Hyandai said. "They cannot spare an escort, and to send you alone would be tantamount to a death sentence." She took hold of the sides of his head. "For good or ill, you are here, now, and will be here for the battle, I fear."
She pulled him down to her and kissed him soundly. He did not recall her ever kissing with such strength and urgency. Come to think of it, he didn't remember her ever able to pull him down quite so forcefully either.
"Tales of your weakened state are apparently exaggerated, as well." Harlen said as he came up for air.
Hyandai giggled again. "No." She said. "That is this armor, it grants me some strength. I have grown frail in the last few days, but then again, I've not been sleeping much."
She took his hand and led him to the model of the village. Ceriandel and Ealina regarded them as they approached.
Ealina could see more color in Hyandai's face already, so deemed her decision the right one.
Ceriandel saw his sister smiling, so arrived at the same conclusion.
Harlen was too happy just to be with his beloved, that he hardly could think at all.
"Ealina, I will be in my chambers for an hour." Hyandai said. "Alert me if anything changes."
"Of course, Lady Hyandai." The aide said, smiling.
Hyandai led Harlen across the sloping catwalk to her own room, at least what was serving as her room for now. Upon entering she shut the door.
"I have missed you greatly." She said, her back pressed to the door.
Harlen smiled, turning to face her. "And I, you, very much." He said, and walked up to her. He kissed her again and she responded warmly, pressing her mail-clad body against him.
"Can we manage with the armor on?" Hyandai asked "If I remove it, I may not be a very active lover."
Harlen looked at the chainmail, lifting the hem of its steel ringed skirt. "I believe I can work around that, my mailed maiden." He said.
"Good." She said, tugging at his belt, and pulling him toward the small cot. "Then you have been miscreant in your duties to me. If you will note my rather alarmingly ungreen eyes."
Harlen nodded as she sat upon the bed and pulled her boots off. She looked rather different in the armor, he decided, less helpless, more the warrior. She scooted up onto the cot and laid back, watching him intently.
Harlen kicked off his own boots, then took off his pants. "You may wish to leave the shirt on, lest you get pinched." Hyandai said.
He nodded agreement. She giggled at his already swelling organ. "Even in war, there you are." She said. "You are a lust fey's dream come true."
Lowering his head to her ankle, Harlen began to kiss his way up her long, slender leg. She sighed as he passed her knee, and began up her thigh. Her legs moved apart and she felt the chainmail being slid up against her smooth skin, along with its underlying padded layer.
A loud groan escaped her lips as his tongue and lips touched her opening. Her hands gripped the sheets at the intense stimulation and long absence of it. "It has been too long." Hyandai said. "Fifty-nine years of nothing, and now two weeks is too long."
Harlen chuckled as he continued lapping at her clitoris and sliding his tongue into her. She began to wriggle about, causing the mail to clink and squeak oddly.
"We go to war tonight, very likely, and yet, I only wish to have you inside me." Hyandai said.
Harlen nodded and rose up from her middle. "It seems logical to me." He said.
She smiled as he moved up her body, but missed his kisses on her torso that he would have laid down had her chainmail not been present. She moved her long legs outward to accommodate his large frame and felt his cock pressing against her opening.
A tiny sense of dread was quickly overwhelmed by a greater sense of anticipation and desire. "Take me roughly." She said. "I need to feel everything."
Harlen smiled and kissed her lips. "Very well." He said.
His thick cock opened her entry then he halted for a moment, gathering himself. The next moment, he was fully within her and her breath was releasing in a loud cry of pain and joy. He began feeding into her the two weeks of loneliness and fear and frustration. His organ pistoning into her repeatedly, spreading her entry wide and burying itself to the base in her tight cunt.
Soon all the pained sounds left her cries, and were replaced by only pleasure. Her body had not forgotten her lover, it simply desired a object reminder of him. Her face softened as the pleasure built up.
"I feel like myself for the first time in days." She said, then giggled. "Now if only I could eat while you do that."
Harlen smiled broadly. "I would not complain if you did so." He said. "Should I fetch something?"
Hyandai wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him to her. "I think you better stay." She said, her breathing growing more labored. "There is an event scheduled for you to attend." This last came out rather slurred and almost as a single word.
A similar feeling was creeping into Harlen's loins as she felt his impending climax build. His back and sides burned from the force he was pouring into taking Hyandai this time, and she was responding by accepting every thrust fully, allowing him to batter his way into her small body.
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