Black Rose Ch. 05

"Just because someone produces a child doesn't mean they cared, or wanted it." She says. "He's a monster, always has been, never was much of a father. It doesn't surprise me that he would do something so heinous and I think that you could drop a mountain on his stuck up ass and I won't blink."

"That's vivid." I say. She nudges me and points to Matrick.

"Isn't he cute, all in love like this?" She says. "Look at him, if he wasn't still healing I think he would offer to carry the big man on his back the rest of the way."

"How much longer will it take?" I ask.

"Few days, at most. It's been some time but unless I'm wrong, there's a waystation that we should reach before nightfall tonight. Might be nice to stay under a roof, have a proper bath, proper meal, all that."

"That does sound nice." I admit. Not that I don't like being out in nature and sleeping on the ground but I also spent half my life raised in the Academy and that's not something we did there. I spent my time in classes and dormitories and everything but sleeping and walking.

"We could get our own room." She says and I like that idea too.

"Then we should hurry, so we can make it there before nightfall." I say, grinning at her and stepping up my pace.

"Just tell Matrick the Direwolves are there and he'll probably find a way to fly us there." Sera mutters, but she picks up her steps too.

We make it to the waystation before sundown, with an hour to spare.

There are four lodges, with sleeping quarters for travelers. We meet a very pleasant man who outlines the price, it's a reasonable price and between Sera and Rourke there is enough coin to pay for it. Food, baths, beds are all included. There's a main building that serves meals, travelers come and go.

"You're lucky! Pretty quiet this week, not so many traders coming lately." He says, leading the horse away.

"Baths? Do you have baths?" Sera looks ready to grab the poor man by the collar and shake him. He laughs.

"Oh yes! There's an entrance right...there, see it? Dwarven built, fed by hot springs, oh it's beautiful."

Sera almost melts into the ground hearing that.

"Go." Rourke says, waving her off. Then me too. "We can handle the armor, just drop your stuff off in your rooms."

Sera disappears at the word 'go'.

"See you in there." I say, following her steps. She's halfway to the door that the man pointed out and I've only just closed my door, having thrown what few items I have on the bed. I push open the door, long after she's disappeared inside, and find that it is much warmer and comfortable than I expected.

Long walls carved out of the rock itself lay out in front, lit by burning lanterns that cast a warm light on dozens of wooden doors. Hanging from each door is a sign. In flowing letters I see 'enter' on many of them. There's an incredible warmth to the space and I hear flowing water from behind the doors.

Simple but welcoming.

A hand grabs my wrist and pulls me, I yelp as I am pulled into one of the bathing rooms. It's not large but not small, a circular tub carved into the floor and filled with crystal clear water. It's a warm little cavern, with a low light cast from the lantern dangling from the ceiling. I see a set of pipes that leads from the floor and up the wall.

"What's that?" I ask, peering at it.

"Really?" Sera says. "Some Dwarven thing, turn that and water comes out. I hear they use them after mining, since they're so coated in soot or grime it would filth up standing water too quickly."

"Fascinating!"

"Want to try it?" Sera asks, her voice low. I turn and she is there, her lips against mine as she surprises me. It is a good surprise, her hand in my hair and pulling me into her, my hands finding her lower back and tugging her towards me. Our tongues meet, warm and wet while we kiss, leaning into each other.

I feel the curve of her ass through her trousers, the tight leather clinging to her shapeliness. For days she's worn a light jerkin over her shirts but it is off now and I see every curve of her body. Her shirt pulls tight across her chest and one of my hands follows the curve of a breast, cupping her with my palm. Her hair cascades down her back and my other hand finds its way there, pulling her into me harder. Then it finds the fine lines of her jaw, the soft curve of her pointed ear.

Her hands move over me too and I quiver when her hand brushes my own breasts, shiver when another moves to my thigh and grips where my ass meets my leg.

My hands find their way under her shirt, pulling it out of her trousers in bunches. I lift it up and see her belly, flat and taut. Our lips part and she lifts her arms and I pull her shirt higher. She leans with the movement and her belly tightens even more, showing the hint of muscle there. The fabric slides against her skin, it catches under her breasts as I pull, gathering up and pulling them with the shirt. Then they are free, falling there in all their perfection.

She is larger than I am, endowed with perfect breasts that spill out of my hand. She is stuck there with her shirt covering her head. I leave the shirt there, keeping her helpless, and dip my head down.

My tongue flicks out and finds a hardening nipple, then I press my mouth over it and gently suck, teasing her with my teeth and tongue, circling it with gentle motions and feeling it stiffen more as she moans and arches her back into me.

I free her from the shirt and throw it aside, meeting her mouth with mine again. She pushes into me, her own fingers working quickly to unlace her trousers. Then she slides her hands under and pushes them down, wiggling side to side to free herself from them. I watch her movement, biting my lip in anticipation. Her hips move like water, perfectly fluid, when she comes back to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me again, harder. My hands find her ass, larger than mine too.

"Your turn." She whispers.

Sera

"Your turn."

I pull her leather vest free and toss it with my clothes. Her clothes fit her perfectly, showing each curve of her body under that leather that hides it. I squat and slide my fingers under her shirt, lifting it and kissing her firm stomach, nibbling at her skin with my teeth. She quivers, her hands in my hair, raking my scalp. I lift her shirt higher, kissing up her body until I find the soft swelling of her tits.

I leave her shirt covering all but the underside, kissing and nibbling there until I can feel her begging me to go further, she doesn't need to say it, I just know. I lift her shirt and her tits are free. They are perfect, I cup one with my hand and feel the soft warmth of it, the gentle curving, the hardness of her nipple in my palm. I tease her with my fingers first, so gently that I see the goosebumps spread over her skin. Then I return the favor and flick my tongue out and she moans. I tear her shirt off while she unlaces her pants, just like I did for mine.

I watch her step out and admire every muscle of her body, every curve, her calves and thighs and that taut ass. She smiles when she sees me staring, this sort of shy smile that just turns me on. I push her back and kiss her, I push her until we stand under the head of the copper pipe. With one hand I reach behind her and twist the valve and hot water sputters, then flows steadily from above. It courses down in a spray, wetting our hair and plastering it to our skin.

I scrub her with my hands, grit and sweat peeling away under the hot water and draining into the floor beneath our feet. Our hands tangle in wet hair, her hands scrub my skin, finding the curves of my body. We kiss, our tongues meet and then she surprises me. Her fingers find my pussy, her middle finger circling me. Her other hand presses into my tit, her wet fingers rubbing my nipple. She bites my lip and I moan when her finger parts my pussy and enters me. I hold her head with one hand and her ass with the other, my fingers digging in as she pleasures me with firm, steady movement.

I make to move my hand to her but she stops me, she stops touching me too. We pull apart and I look at her, aching for her fingers to return, probably looking like a sad, drowned puppy.

"No." She says. Her smile is sultry, mischievous, gods it is hot. Her fingers wrap around my wrists, lifting my arms above my head and holding the against the wall. She kisses me and pulls her hands away, but I still feel a pressure. I try to pull my arms down and I cannot. She grins again. I'm helpless.

Her fingers start at my wrists, tracing a delicate path down my arms to my neck. She kisses my neck, her teeth nipping at the skin, her breath on my ear. Hot water courses over my body and hers, mixing with the heat of my skin. She traces further down with her fingers and my skin prickles with her gentle touches, I arch my back when she traces the underside of my tits, then my nipples. I grind my hips toward her but she stays there, her fingers toying with me. Then her tongue, the wetness of her mouth and the wetness of the shower letting her glide over and I let out a moan and a squeaking noise as she sucks on a stiff nipple. She kisses my tits, one hand teasing and massaging. Then she kisses between them, slowly her lips work down my belly, down until I feel that hot breath on my pussy.

I buck my hips toward her, breathing hard, a dry mouth and throat despite the water.

"Gods." I breathe out, quivering and aching for her to touch me. She kisses where my legs meet my hips, her lips an inch from my pussy, her teeth nipping at the tender skin there ever so gently. Then she kisses lower on my inner thigh and I feel her head brush against my pussy, only just. She kisses down again, further from where I want her to be, down the inside of my thigh and down to my knee, then down my calf. I grind against the restraints she has set on my wrists, eager and desperate for her.

She is on her knees, looking up at me with bright, hungry eyes. Her hands are on my ass and hips, sliding on my skin, finding the curves and creases. She licks her lips, bites her lower lip.

"Beg me." She says, I can just barely hear her over the water.

"Fuck me." I say, grinding my body towards her, she is just out of reach. "Don't be cruel."

"Beg me." She says again, leaning forward just a fraction. Gods, this girl is being cruel.

"Fuck me, fuck me, please for the love of all the gods."

This is good enough, apparently. Her hands tighten on my ass and she leans forward, her lips find my inner thigh again. She kisses up and then she breathes over my pussy again. She links one of her arms under my upper thigh and lifts my leg, the other grips my ass cheek and her tongue finds me wet and ready. She keeps her tongue flat and broad, starting from the lowest point of my pussy and working up gently, slowly. I writhe against the bonds, melting into her. She reaches my clit but pulls her tongue away at the last second, leaving me even more desperate. I make a whining noise that I am not proud of.

Her tongue is back and I moan, arching my hips up into her mouth. Her warmth finds me and I close my eyes, let my head fall back, writhing in place against her spell. She teases me with her tongue, sliding it between my lips and over my clit. I moan when she explores with her tongue, pushing inside me, her hands gripping my thigh tighter. Then she focuses her tongue on my clit and slides a finger inside me. I gasp, arching into the restraints, hands still locked above my head by an invisible force. She starts slow with her finger, her tongue dancing over my clit, her finger gently easing in and out. I find a notch in the wall and use my foot to keep my leg up, her other hand slides up in the water to my tits. Her tongue, her finger, her hand, I can't stop any of it and it feels so godsdamned fucking good.

I can't catch my breath, it comes in gentle heaving gasps. My muscles quiver and tense, she keeps a slow pace and it builds. I have a lump in my throat, my head falls back, every fiber of my body is on fire with the water and her touch. She is everywhere, gentle and firm and perfect and I am hers to torture.

I cum, crying out with the shuddering waves that crash through my body over and over. I gasp and squeak and she does not give me any relief, her tongue and fingers drawing out each shaking orgasm. I am left breathless and restrained, standing in the water and drawing slow breaths while my leg spasms.

Then she is in front of me and my arms fall from the released spell. She kisses me and I kiss her back, my arms around her neck. We stand there in the water together.

"If we die in the mountains tomorrow or the day after," I say, breathing the words into her ear. "It would be worth it."

Matrick

I help Rourke with the last piece of his armor, storing it properly in his room. Then he and I can make our way to the baths after the girls, who ran off ahead. Rourke trundles and I follow him. I have my head down, thinking about his many stories of this time spent with the Direwolves. That's why I run into someone, shoulder first, nearly spinning myself around.

"Gods, I'm so sorry!" I apologize, lifting my head to see her. She has dark black hair, shaved to the scalp on one side of her head. Her ears are longer, narrower than Sera's. Her eyes are a dark orange, sitting above a nose that points down toward purple shaded lips. Her skin is a dull gray with brilliant white tattoos scattered across them, three gold hoops are pierced through her ear.

She doesn't seem to be more than nudged by me walking in to her, and amused at that. She stands back and eyes me up and down. She's wearing a high collared white shirt tucked into brown pants, studded leather armor pieces hang from her frame, a quiver of arrows is slung at her lower back to be used in the bow that's over her shoulder.

"Careful now." She says, smiling with perfect white teeth in a cocky grin. "Don't know who you might run into out here."

"Sorry. Wasn't paying attention." I say.

"I see that. No harm done. You know if there are baths around here? There's two weeks of shit I want to scrub off in a hot fucking bath."

"That way." Rourke answers, pointing to the door we're walking toward.

"Thank you. See you in there." She winks and walks off. I turn my head and watch, drawn to the sway of her hips behind that armor. Rourke slaps me across the back of my head, loudly. She turns and looks, blowing a kiss and laughing to herself while I stand there blushing.

"Rude to stare." Rourke grunts.

"You're a fucking ass." I say, once I see the smirk. "And you're not funny."

"I think I am." Rourke says, shrugging. "Come on. Hot springs fed bath sounds really good right now."

We push open the door and find a long hallway, plenty of doors. There are signs on the doors, to indicate when there's an occupant. Only a handful of signs have been flipped, seems like most of the rooms are empty.

"Enjoy." Rourke says, taking the first door and flipping his sign. He shuts the door behind him, leaving me alone in the hall. I take the next door.

It's a moderately sized room with a steaming tub of hot springs water carved right into the floor. There are copper pipes that run up the wall. Interesting, never seen anything like that before. I strip my shirt off, wincing at the stiffness in the still healing wound through my abdomen. I hear the door creak.

"What? Forget your soap?" I turn, expecting to see Rourke. Instead I see the dark elf from outside, the one I ran in to. She's shed her quiver and bow, the armor pieces, but the clothes remain, along with the cocky grin.

"Your friend usually join you for your baths?" She asks, closing the door behind her. I don't say anything, my mouth opens and closes awkwardly but no sounds come out. She points to the red puckered wound on my abdomen. "Took an arrow? No, wait, a bolt?"

I nod, looking down, feeling self-conscious for some reason.

"What, you shy? Suddenly struck by a fit of muteness?"

"I...I just didn't expect..."

"Ah. Shy, then." She says. In the blink of an eye she has her hands under the hem of her shirt and lifts it. I gurgle a surprised noise, watching her pull the shirt up. She is lean and muscled, what looks like a lifetime on the road or fighting. Her breasts are freed and they match the dark shade of her skin, her nipples a darker shade still. She lifts her arms to free herself from the shirt and she pushes her chest out at me and I suddenly have a lump in my throat that I can't quite swallow.

Then her shirt is off. She pushes her hair back into place, draped off one side of her head and down her back.

"That's better." She says, smiling at me. "Now we're even, no need to be shy."

She takes a few steps toward me, closing the gap with long legs. She plants a hand on my chest and raises an eyebrow.

"You're what, nineteen? Twenty?"

"Yes." I say, too focused on her hand to tell her the specifics, too focused on her lips and doing my best not to look down. She drags her hand down to my stomach, using her fingers to gently circle the wound there, then she walks behind me, her fingers gentle. I shudder when she breathes on my neck and ear.

"Look at you." She says. "How'd you catch a bolt?"

"Helping someone." I have my eyes closed, keeping my breathing slow, doing everything I can to think about anything else. I think about molding hot metal under the hammer, sweat pouring from my face. It's not working.

"You like to help people?" She whispers into my other ear.

"Don't know. Haven't been doing it long." I say. "Can I help you?"

She chuckles, her hands on my shoulders. She digs her fingers in, massaging the muscles there, her thumbs working in circles on my upper back and her fingers remain on my shoulders and neck. I feel tension melt away under her touch and I slump a little.

"So tense. You're a bit awkward, aren't you?" She asks, her hands sliding down my arms, then to the middle of my back.

"I guess." I say. Her hands continue down until they reach my trousers, then her hand is under the waistband her fingers are on my cock.

"Oh." She says. I can hear the pout that must be on her lips. "Do I not excite you?"

"You do." I say and I hear her chuckle again, her fingers gently tapping and wrapping around my cock as it stiffens at her touch. She massages the head of my cock and it jumps to obey her.

"There you are." She says, breathing over my ear. "That's better. Wow, there you are indeed."

She strokes the length of my cock in my trousers. My mouth has gone entirely dry, I'm already on the edge of cumming when she suddenly stops, withdrawing her hand from my trousers. I slump and let out a breath, disappointed.

"No need to rush. I don't even know your name yet."

"Matrick." I say, breathing out slow, looking at her.

"Nice to meet you Matrick. I'm Taya. Tayarlith, if you're feeling formal." She offers her hand and I take it, feeling very odd. Introductions don't usually go this way, at least none that I've had before today.

"You're very strange." I say. She grins at me.

"Probably. It was nice to meet you, Matrick. Enjoy your bath."

She has her shirt on and is out the door before I can say anything more than a surprised grunt, watching it shut behind her. I look down at my trousers and wonder what the fuck just happened when she comes back in.

"Gods, you think I'm that mean? Really?" She closes the door again, laughing to herself. She moves quick, across the room and her fingers gracefully move through my laces, then she puts both her hands into the waist of my trousers and pulls them down, pushing the fabric back and gleefully watching my cock pulled down toward the floor by the movement. She pushes them down slowly, biting her lip and watching, waiting.

When she reaches the end my cock springs free, bouncing up toward her and earning another laugh. She takes the tip of my cock in her hand and rubs her thumb over the end, swirling it through my pre-cum and causing me to throw back my head and my legs to spasm with the sudden flood of energy that hits me. She grips my cock in her hand and works the length of it, speeding up and just when I feel like I'm building to it, she stops again.