“Aye, we even found pieces of the boar up a tree ’bout forty paces away from the rest. Whatever this beast is it must be huge.”
“Damn it! If this thing gets any bolder it’ll be our guts hanging off branches.”
“The help promised by the Monastery can’t arrive here soon enough, our hunters should not be the ones facing this threat.”
The grim subject of an unknown monster in the region had most folk gripped and afraid for days now. But despite the gruesome details being shared and prayers of hope murmured under breath, Katya still had to cover her mouth to hide a yawn. She sipped her beer and studied the people gathered around the fire telling tales of the Beast that haunted their nightmares.
The village of Greenbow had congregated at the Hornleaf’s property to celebrate and give thanks to the Morninglord for the life of young Kazzyn Hornleaf, only survivor of an attack by the Beast. But the prayers and rituals had been done with hours ago, by this point in the evening this gathering had just become an excuse for the villagers to get drunk on maize beer. Katya’s own husband among them. She watched as Vydahl stumbled back towards her from pissing in the bushes and gave a disappointed sigh, he wasn’t drunk enough to not fuck her later tonight.
His awkward pawing of her tits were less of a problem a year ago, when they would occasionally meet in the woods for a quick romp pressed against a tree, but she had since gotten pregnant and they of course had since gotten married. Now that her breasts were engorged with milk his pawing was less awkward fumbling and more painful bother.
Katya looked over at the farmhouse where Sythaeryn Hornleaf sat in porch drinking with his fellow hunters. Now there was a man who knew how to treat a woman’s breasts. The memories of him caressing her nipples and kissing her neck made her body so warm she had to step away from the fire. A drop of beer escaped from her cup and fell on her cleavage and Katya couldn’t help but imagine Sythaeryn drinking it then and there. Sucking on and on and slipping his fingers in…
“Katya, are you listening to me? What do you think?”
She paused and blinked twice confused. Her best friend Thayssa was standing in front of her, brow raised waiting for an answer. “How long had she been there”, Katya thought, “what had she been talking about?” The pregnancy had made Katya so horny lately, now even in public the lust was clouding her mind.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“The Brothers coming from Vinrault. Miriam says they arrive tomorrow and she was telling anyone in earshot how she’s sure she’ll get the honour of hosting them in her home. I was thinking of talking to Father to ask if we can’t try to host. The house has been so empty and boring, and rubbing it in Miriam’s face would be an added benefit. What do you think?”
“I suppose…”
The rumour mill had been churning ever since word came down that the Monastery was sending Sworn Brothers to all nearby villages and towns to safeguard them while the Beast was still being hunted down. Hosting them could be seen as a sign of favour by the Church and among village busybodies there was no greater prestige. For Katya herself, feeding and cleaning after a pious monk or pimple-faced acolyte couldn’t be further from her desires.
“Even if you convince your father, do you really want to play housemaid for however long they’re here?”
Thayssa shrugged “Dunno, Miriam says she heard from Rochelle who overhead her husband talking that the Brothers coming to Greenbow are paladin candidates, so I’m picturing young, virile…”
“Wait… paladin candidates? Are you sure?” Katya knew that there were currently only two candidates for a paladin novicehood in Vinrault. The aasimar raised in the Imperial Palace and…
“Grubling!” Katya ran, or at least tried to with her short legs and overgrown stomach, when she saw the two men clad in white habits walk towards the Hornleaf farmhouse. The tall one with blue skin looked startled and confused at her approach but the other one gave a wide smile and stepped forward with open arms. The tight, warm embrace made Katya’s eyes well-up. Apparently lust was not the only emotion her pregnancy had exaggerated.
It had been a couple of years since she saw her milk-brother last. Ever since he had officially become a candidate for paladinhood he was almost never permitted to leave the monastery. She took a step back to look at him, he’d not changed much. A bit taller and more muscular but otherwise the same she’d remembered. White skin, black hair, dark brown eyes and that smile. It revealed his dimples and angled his face in all the right ways, and made the otherwise ordinarily plain human quite handsome. She gave a hard punch to his shoulder. “You still look like a corpse, don’t they have windows up there?”
He kissed the top of her head. “I missed you too Kit.”
Behind him the blue-skinned aasimar was being escorted into the Hornleaf manor. Katya nodded her head in its direction. “Don’t you have some sort official business to take care right now?” He shrugged. “Nah. Síga can handle the meet and greet by himself. Now where’s the beer?”
“Ouch! Hey! Watch where you’re going!”
Thayssa didn’t even look back at whoever it was she’d just bumped into. She was more than a little irritated and more than a little drunk. Pausing to take a gulp of her beer and realising the cup was empty did not improve her mood. She stomped over to the beer stand near the banana grove, the furthest away from everything else where it was darker and quieter.
Halfway through pouring another cup Thayssa became aware she wasn’t alone. A few feet away Katya was sitting atop a barrel, chatting with the other Brother that had arrived tonight. He was telling some humorous story about sparring when she interrupted. “This village is full of bitches, ya ken?”
Katya smirked and exchanged a glance with the human. “What happened now Issy?”
“What didn’t happen?” She huffed. “I tried to graciously welcome the honoured Brother and thank him for so gallantly coming to protect us but could I get a word in? Of course not!” The angry elf paced back and forth. “Between Miriam badgering him to let her host him and stuffing his mouth with food and Zavitha throwing her tits in his face I don’t think he even noticed I was there!”
“Ha!” Katya laughed loudly. “Of course! They should have just been quiet so you could badger him and stuff his mouth with your tits!”
All the annoyance Thayssa felt dissolved in an instant. Katya had that effect on her. She laughed. “Yes, well, it’s still ridiculous that Zavitha got more attention than me no?” Thayssa said while motioning a hand up and down her body and striking a pose.
Katya agreed right away, complimenting her friend’s figure and tossing mild putdowns against her rival. The man in white on the other hand took the invitation to admire her body quietly. He was almost perfectly courteous but his gaze lingered for a beat too long and Thayssa noticed it. When his eyes moved up to her face, she didn’t break contact and neither did he, not until he gave her the confident smile of a man that did not mind being caught staring.
“If it’s any consolation.” He said looking away. “They are barking up the wrong tree. Síga would rather sleep on a pile of rocks than be coddled and he’s taken a vow of celibacy. The quality of the breasts being thrown at him is irrelevant.”
“Oh?” Thayssa was suddenly feeling quite soberer. “Is this a vow all future paladins take?”
“Can’t speak for all of them. But it’s not for me, I enjoy sex very much.” Thayssa noticed he delivered that line while avoiding eye contact.
“Ha!” Katya’s voice cut loudly through the night again. “Please, if it weren’t for that naïve little thing back at the abbey you’d be a hopeless virgin. Tell me, is she still deluding herself that she is in love with you?”
While the best friend and her milk-brother discussed the Sworn Sister with the apparently perfectly tiny ass and how he’d been having a hard time coming up with the free time and excuses to sneak away to fuck her, Thayssa drank from her cup and studied him.
Brother Pietro of Maidenpool was certainly different from the men of Greenbow, even when compared to the few humans Thayssa had met. While the difference in skin tone was obvious, his a pale pinkish beige to the far more common browns and tans, the more stark contrast was in demeanour. There was no trace of the fear, sorrow or submissiveness common to the cursed ones. Pietro was confident and easy-going and he even lacked that pious superiority of members of his Church. Thayssa had never found a human attractive before but the more she watched him and listened to him talk the prettier he became. Maybe the beer had something to do with it, she was a lightweight even relative to the famous elven weakness to booze.
The conversation had gone back to Pietro regaling his milk-sister with tales of his life at Vinrault and Thayssa was getting hornier by the minute. When he started telling another supposedly riveting story of sparring with longswords or staves or somesuch Thayssa had enough.
“Say Katya, it’s getting late and I might be a bit tipsy. Do you mind if I sleep over tonight?” Inviting herself to her friend’s home was crucial, her father would not take kindly to find a man defiling his daughter under his roof, the alternative being fucking in the woods. And last time Thayssa got a splinter in her back. “Sure. Of Course.”
Batting her eyelashes Thayssa turned to the Sworn Brother. “Would you mind escorting us back Brother Pietro? I think Vydahl is drunker than I am and there’s a dangerous monster out there on the prowl.”
Katya almost laughed out loud again, her best friend was certainly decisive. She watched them together while they corralled Vydahl and said goodbye to those still around.
Thayssa grabbed Pietro’s arm and leaned on him for support, pretending to be far drunker than she was. They had known each other their whole lives, Katya knew that if Thayssa was too drunk to walk right she had passed too drunk to speak in coherent sentences a while back. She also lowered her volume to a whisper forcing him to lean in to listen and he looked as if whatever she was saying was the most fascinating thing he’d ever heard.
Katya recognised that her friend was an attractive creature. A thin sun elf with a flat stomach and perky tits, Thayssa could usually turn heads by flicking her shiny auburn her and pointing her tiny nose in the air. But when the group stopped around a dark corner so that Pietro could conjure up a ball of soft white light, human eyes afterall, the feature Katya most envied in her friend came into focus. Perfect golden brown skin, carefully tanned with sunbaths and without a single blemish. The freckle-covered elfling couldn’t help but feel a pang in her chest looking at her own dull sandy brown skin that refused to tan properly no matter the amount of sunbathing or custom-made oils she tried.
By the time the foursome reached the front gate all subtleties had been dispensed with. While Vydahl struggled with the latch, Katya watched as Thayssa and Pietro kissed, his hands grabbing her buttcheeks, her tongue bringing back a sliver of saliva as their mouths separated, glistening under the glow of the orb of light. Katya felt a warmth between her legs watching them, she was getting horny again.
As the wife shoved her husband through the threshold of their home hurriedly, Thayssa led her soon-to-be lover slowly by the hand across the entire house into the backporch where a lace hammock hung from a column. She let herself be pressed against the wall, grabbing him by the collar and kissing passionately. Their lips, soft and moist, pressed and sucked against one another, their eyes closed as the world around them, the cool breeze of night, the chirping of crickets, the glow of the light orb, it all just faded away.
While Pietro fought against the knots of her dress, trying his best not to simply rip her clothes apart, Thayssa buried her nose in his neck, taking in his scent, the familiar smell of sweat and masculinity that was both intoxicating and arousing.
Once he’d succeed in denuding her, Pietro stepped back and took a moment to study her naked body. His gaze moved between her teardrop breasts, which looked tiny cupped by any hands other than her own, to the curvature created by her narrow waist expanding into her hips, and to her sex, covered in short, trimmed hair. Thayssa could see his erection protruding behind his habit, made clearer when he removed his white robes and tossed it aside. She could barely get a glance at his chiselled torso because in a blink he was again pressing against her, kissing her and touching her body.
His left hand glided across her back, going behind and below her ass, lifting her right leg so their bodies could fit closer and his erection could rest on her clit. His fingers teased her labia from below, slowly and softly in an almost tickle. He began descending kisses throughout her body, from her lips, to her neck, and her nipples, and around her navel until he was kneeling, her lifted leg now resting against his ear, over his shoulder. When his mouth started to pleasure her, Thayssa let out a loud exhale, her eyes firmly closed she smiled and giggled into the night as she let the feeling take over.
Her hand grabbed his hair forcefully as the ecstasy mounted and she braced herself for the incoming orgasm. It came alongside a particularly intense wave emanating from between her legs and Thayssa screamed without a sound, mouth agape like a snake ready to swallow its prey whole. She slid back, letting herself be propped up against the wall solely by his shoulder, content. A hard pull of the hair told Pietro wordlessly that it was time to pause efforts, and Thayssa’s laboured breathing and quiet-giggling told him they were very much appreciated.
Distracted by the glowing orb of white light that hovered above them, Thayssa did not notice when Pietro stood up again.
“Do you want me to dispel it?”
“Huh?” She tried to focus.
“The light spell. Is it bothering you?”
She thought for a moment. It was so strange how those blessed by the Morninglord could perform miracles such as this so easily. A short prayer was all it took for him to create light from nothing, as if to bring a piece of day across time beyond nightfall.
The tales of sorcerers that consorted with demons to have weird powers terrified Thayssa, and even on the rare occasions she was present for clerics of the Sun performing the Lord’s miracles it all still deeply unnerved the young elven woman. Unconsciously perhaps she felt as if mortals shouldn’t mess with the supernatural. But this glowing light was different. It was faint and heatless, more akin to the moonlight piercing the canopy than the bright light of day. It was understated and comforting, much like the man that summoned it.
“No. It’s fine.” She looked at him, his naked torso slick with sweat, his erection still struggling against his pants. Thayssa smiled at it. “Poor thing…”
Pushing him back he fell into the hammock as Thayssa pulled the pants off him. She hesitated slightly before leaning in to look, there were stories of human penises being grotesque deformed things but to Thayssa’s relief Pietro’s thing was perfectly average, in every possible way.
Leaning in, she grabbed it and kissed it softly. Teasing with her lips and tongue. Thayssa closed her eyes and went to work. Sucking and licking and stroking. His pained groans coming from inside the hammock encouraging signs. When she slid her tongue across the back of the head she could feel it twitch and she smiled. Thayssa loved this feeling of making a man surrender to her mercy. She leaned back slightly, still grasping his manhood to take a better look at the rest of him. While his cock might have been average the rest of him wasn’t.
Though lean and narrow he was muscular and strong, it was obvious this man hadn’t skipped a meal in his life. But unlike any sort of labourer she’d ever seen, from lumberjacks to farmhands, there was something else in the make of this body, these muscles hadn’t grown from work, they’d been cared for, nurtured. As if a sculptor had taken to them with hammer and chisel. This was a warrior. Built to fight, built to kill. The image of him fighting a horned bat-winged demon in a dark cave on the far side of the continent made Thayssa’s hard beat faster and faster and she was done teasing.
She climbed inside and on top of him, giving him a kiss while they re-adjusted their bodies more comfortably in the swinging hammock but quickly broke away as she straightened her back and moved her hair out of the way. She wasn’t a naïve deluded nun and they were not about to make love.
She braced herself against his chest and lifted up, just a little bit at first, before coming back down. Again and again. A little higher and faster as she got used to the length of his cock. She’d give a long, loud moan whenever she’d slam back into him a bit too hard and his cock filled her up in an instant. He was loving it for certain. Thayssa noticed him subtly tilting his hips up and down to match her rhythm. His hands on her hips and thighs grasped her flesh harder as she bounced faster. In different circumstances maybe it would have hurt too much but in this moment she was enjoying this feeling of barely restrained power to care.
When Pietro, enthralled by the swaying motion of her breasts tried to sit up and suck them he was forcefully rejected. Thayssa shoved him back down hard with a stern look. It was clear that he was much stronger than her and could easily overpower the elf but it was also clear he was enjoying being ridden and controlled like a captive animal as he tilted his head back and grunted out moans.
Their arousal built and built but so did fatigue, as Thayssa’s legs started to tire, she leaned forward and began shaking her hips up and down, faster and faster, her ass a blur of rapid motion. Pietro grabbed the sides of the hammock with such a force he tore the lace and moaned an unintelligible plea of relief as he got closer and closer to cumming. But alas he wouldn’t get there first.
“Hmmmm….good boy…” Thayssa climaxed biting her lip and panting and slowed down as she did, exhausted. Undeterred, Pietro spread his legs, bracing hard against the linen, leaned forward against the resistance of her arms and embraced her waist tightly, holding her in position as he brought his hips up and down ferociously, fucking her with wild abandon. He brought his face between her breasts while he kept driving his cock inside her as fast and as hard as she could physically take it, over and over again until at last his entire body tightened and spasmed as he came, his final groan muffled by the elven bosom.
The couple sat there in the still swinging hammock. The metallic sound of its chain, the heavy breathing of the lovers the only harmony heard alongside the serenate of crickets. Thayssa rested her lips on top of his head and scratched his hair slowly with both hands while his face was still buried between her breasts. Their glistening sweaty skins glued to one another sharing a warm respite from the cool breeze. She tilted her head to look back at the house, the wall which hid the kitchen, hoping that her friend still had some of the delicious spring water stored but what she actually saw was Katya, standing underneath the open door frame in her nightgown, watching…