Black Rose Ch. 03

"Not-not supposed to be there." He says, chuckling to himself. "You-you, hold down."

Rourke holds does just that, leaning down to hold Matrick in place. Matrick groans, opening his eyes. He lets out a half hearted scream when he sees the goblin hanging over him.

"This-this hurt. A-a lot." Stitcher says. He isn't lying. Matrick screams, like the table is on fire. Stitcher removes the bolt and blood gushes from the poor blacksmith apprentice. Luckily, Matrick passes out before Stitcher begins the real work of cleaning and closing the wound.

"He'll be alright, Stitcher is the best."

"Yes-yes, the best!" Stitcher repeats Sera's words, all while we watch. I watch the steady movements of Stitcher's hands, easy and measured with a lifetime of experience. It is soothing, watching the needle. I am terribly aware of how exhausted I am, the bruises on my body from the Academy, the bruises on my mind.

Slowly, they fade away as I watch Stitcher's hands.

When I open my eyes I am in a bed, staring at a wooden ceiling. My mouth is dry and I blink, confused.

"It's alright, Kira, relax." Rourke is there, the big man's voice rough but relaxing. He is stripped of his armor, now just in a shirt and trousers. He wipes his eyes and leans forward in a chair that creaks with the effort.

"Matrick?" I ask. Rourke pours water into a clay cup for me and I greedily drink it.

"Stitcher says he'll be fine, long as he avoids too much strenuous activity." Rourke says. "Goblin's got a whole hospital built down here, sneaky fuck. Sorry."

I wave off his apology.

"Where is Sera?" I ask.

Rourke snorts and shakes his head.

"Said she owed that boy her life, way she looked...I think she plans on testing that strenuous activity warning."

I lean back on the bed and close my eyes, smiling, thinking back.

Lucky him.

Matrick

When I open my eyes, I am greeted by a horrible searing pain that draws a pained gasp from me as I try to sit up. A soft hand pushes me down and I see the red haired elf, Sera, sitting beside me.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down there." She says and I lay flat in the bed, searing fire coursing through my stomach. I look down to see a covered wound, linen packed tightly against the fresh hole punched in me by a crossbow bolt.

"Fuck." I say, leaning back again, staring up at the ceiling of an unfamiliar room. Then the elf's face appears between me and the ceiling.

"You saved my life, you idiot." She says. I blink slowly, I did, didn't I? My dumb ass threw my body between her and that crossbow and all I have to show for it is blood loss.

"What happened?" I ask. I remember the attack, I remember the crossbow, I remember some shouting and then I don't remember anything more than pieces. I remember my head banging against plate armor as someone carried me, I remember stunning pain that sent me into darkness, and then I remember waking up.

"If it wasn't for you, we'd probably have died." She says, her fingertips brushing my cheeks, down to my neck, onto my chest. That sensation takes some of the pain, the light touch sending shudder through my body. I close my eyes and let out a slow breath.

"You warned us, Rourke and Kira did most of the rest." Her fingers glide over my chest now and my legs twitch. I open my eyes to see her and her eyes flick down. I can feel my brow furrow and I lift my head to look and I realize I am entirely, totally, completely naked. I yelp but her hands press me down again.

My soft cock is out for the world to see. But the world isn't in this room. She holds up a cloth and smiles, a wicked smile. Her eyes gleam with mischief.

"I was curious, little Matrick. You saved my life." She repeats herself. Her fingers dance over my chest now, then they collect at the top of my stomach and slowly, easily, gently glide down my stomach. "By the gods they made you out of stone, didn't they?"

I lean my head back and feel my heart beginning to beat a little faster. She leans down and her lips brush my ear, her breath is hot on the side of my head and then on my neck. She kisses my neck, her teeth grazing the skin. Then she kisses up to my ear.

"You saved my life." She says, so quietly it sends a rippling shiver through my whole body. Her fingers are at my waist now and I let out a rough breath. Then they are around my soft cock and it leaps into her hand. Her eyes glance down once again and the smile is back, an eyebrow arched at me.

"Wait." I say, breathless as her hand strokes up my growing cock, then down, one hand working my shaft and the other running over my balls.

"Out of fucking stone." She says, tightening her grip. "You saved my life."

"Wait." It's a weak word now, barely escaping my lips. She stands and my cock aches for her hand to return, I look at her and I know it's with greedy eyes. She clicks her tongue and wags her finger, scolding me. Then her hands take the hem of her tunic and lift. I watch, breath caught in my throat, as the fabric slips up her taut belly, over the pertness of her breasts, brushing against dark nipples that stand out, firm. She throws the tunic away and cups her own breasts, biting her lip.

"I think you got harder, didn't think that would be possible." She says, looking down again. Then her hands fall down to her pants, fingers slipping beneath the band, she shimmies them off, slowly, turning away from me so I watch them glide over her ass, revealing the smoothness to me with each sensual movement of her hips. She bends and pushes the pants to her ankles and for a sweet moment I see her pussy, the redness of her hair and the parting lips. My hand is on my cock now, working up and down in slow motions as I watch.

She turns back to me and she pouts, seeing my hand.

"No, no, you should be resting." She says. She is suddenly sitting on me, her pussy against my stomach and the tip of my cock brushing her ass. Whatever pain I once felt is long faded now, even if I'll pay for it later. She leans down and her breasts push against my chest and her lips meet mine. She teases me with her tongue.

"You saved my life." She says, in a moment of pause.

"You keep saying that." I say.

"I want you to understand that this, this is a one-time thing, Matty. You saved my life,

you did something for me, this...this is something I'm doing for you."

She lifts her hips and slides down and I moan as her pussy moves over my cock, just brushing it gently. Her mouth is on my chest, she kisses me and moves further down, her lips tracing a path down my chest to my stomach, around the wound, then to my hips. One of her hands wraps around my cock, her hot breath washes over my skin, the tip of her tongue just barely touches the tip of my cock. She turns her head and her tongue just grazes the length down, then back up to the tip.

"Where'd they hide you?" She asks. Then her mouth is over the tip of my cock, her tongue is circling it and the metal stud on her tongue is a shock, a good one. My calves tense and I let my fingers tangle in her hair, the warmth of her mouth is soft and wet. I lift my head and her eyes meet mine, still gleaming mischievously, and suddenly the entire length of my cock has disappeared into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I cry out, and just as suddenly it is out of the warmth of her mouth and her hand is on it, moving up and down, slowly.

"Too much?" She asks. I shake my head and feel a dryness in my mouth. I am back in her mouth, her hand working the shaft as she moves up and down with her tongue wrapping the underside of my cock. Her tongue circles, she moves her hand faster. My whole body tenses and I groan, shift, my fingers tangle in her hair and grip the back of her head. She engulfs my cock in her mouth again, her hand gently working my balls and her head bobbing up and down, easily taking the entire length of it. My breath catches and I feel the precipice coming closer, she keeps a steady speed and I step off the edge.

I cum with a loud groan, bucking my hips as the elf takes the whole length of my cock.

My head falls back and my back arches with the ecstasy of effort. The first spray of cum jets out into her throat and she continues to suck while she lifts her head along the length. I cum again and again, each spurt twitching out of my cock and into her mouth. It seems to last forever and is still over too quickly. Suddenly I am drained and flat on the bed. Her wet, warm mouth stays around my cock and I twitch, my eyes roll back, I can feel her giggling around my emptied cock.

She crawls up my body and leans down, pressing her mouth to mine, her hand wrapping around the back of my head and her tongue in my mouth. I taste myself and my hand glides up her side, to one of those perfect breasts. My fingers move over her hardening nipple and she kisses me harder, our tongues intertwining. She lowers her hips and she rests herself against my cock, slowly moving her hips and moving herself over it.

She pulls away and smiles at me, a sultry smile.

"Well...if you insist." She says, reaching down and taking my cock in her hands. She plays the tip of my cock against her pussy. I can barely catch my breath but I definitely don't feel any pain from the wound. I take a nipple in my mouth and tease it with my tongue, circling it and tasting her, then gently use my teeth. She bites her lower lip and then my cock is inside her, only just. She eases her hips back and I groan again, she lets out a breath and slowly moves her hips.

She has both her hands on my shoulders now, I have my hands on her lower back, she gyrates slowly and the tip of my cock slips in to the wetness of her pussy. She settles, inch by inch, until I am fully inside her. She takes control and I lay there, barely able to catch my breath. She leans back, sitting upright on my cock and I use one hand to tease a breast and the other stays on her ass. She throws her head back and builds a steady speed, not so fast but steady. Her breathing is heavy, hitching when she moves her hips up and down. I feel that tension again and move my own hips with hers, matching her, her fingernails dig into my shoulders and I don't care.

Her body tenses with mine and then she lets out a moan, my hands tighten and I buck into her. We cum together and she collapses onto me. I wince, finding out that the pain hasn't disappeared at all. She kisses me once more and pushes her hair from her face.

"You saved my life." She says. Then she is off me, pulling clothes on and leaving the room. Before she closes the door again, she winks at me and smiles. "Now we're even."