For a Song Ch. 02

He positioned himself at her side, brushing the golden locks of hair from her back before resting one of his hands atop it, just above her heart as he felt her stiffen. He could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat and breathing.

"Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly," he instructed. She did as he asked, and he started humming as his hand trailed slowly down her back, feeling the soft, warm flesh under his palm and fingerpads. Continuing to him, his hand slid up and down her back in a simple motion as he noted the exhaustion he felt deep within her flesh. Silly girl, he smiled to himself. So much potential, yet she'd wasted her time, energy, and comfort in hiding from him. As he continued his ministrations, now moving to her shoulders, he felt her relax.

"You don't seem to be having a miserable time of all this. If you had just come with me in the first place, you could have skipped being robbed by rodents and getting trapped in a net."

She made a sour face at him over her shoulder. "Are you going to keep reminding me of that? I thought old people were above such things," she shot back.

"Have you met any old people?" he scoffed. "Many are still arguing with each other because they can't let things go that happened decades ago!" Vainamoinen shook his head as he now rubbed her shoulders more firmly, one hand on each side of her back. "But if you insist, I will try to let it go... although who knows what creature will make off with that, and I'll never get it back."

A soft snort was her response, and she turned her head away again, resting her forehead on the fur as his hands slid to her sides, rubbing them as he resumed his humming. The low, deep melody resonated through the room and through his hands.

"I have a question," she whispered.

"Certainly," Vainamoinen murmured, continuing his ministrations, now rubbing one leg.

"What you said before about being an animal... a fish is a simpler form to weave, but being a bear or wolf is easier? Did I figure that correctly?"

He smiled, though she did not see it.

"Indeed. Mind you, there is always some degree of difficulty in being any animal. The more different an animal is from you, the harder it can be to get used to that form, and to understand what the animal is seeing or hearing."

"Mm. Being a fish was confusing at first. But I forced myself to get used to it."

"It is never advisable to get too used to being an animal, my dear. The longer one spends as an animal, the more used they become to thinking as one. One must always guard their minds, to not forget their humanity, or carry over any animal traits when they revert to their original self," he cautioned.

"So you mean, that a man who has been a wolf for very long, might be dangerous when he becomes human again?"

"If he did not guard his humanity as a wolf, it is a very real possibility. Now be quiet. An inquisitive mind is a mark of intelligence, but there is a time for questions, and it is not now. You need to rest," he admonished. She fell silent as he rubbed her other leg, savoring the feel of the firm but pliant flesh of her calf. Though tense at first, Aino had been pliant under his attentions, and his touches had been chaste, his hands doing just as he had told her they would.

That did not mean that he was immune to temptation, however. The area between her legs was cast in deep shadow from the fire, but he could still imagine what sat at the apex of her thighs. What would it be like, to slide his hand between her knees and let his fingers trail their way upward? To cup and grasp her buttocks, or press them in such a way that would bring her flush against his own body? To explore what thus far Aino had managed to keep out of his sight?

He let out a slow sigh as his hands returned to her back, bypassing her shapely rear end as he did so. Despite his initial appearance and perceived – not to mention his actual – age, decrepitude was no concern for him, and Aino's presence, feel, and scent reminded him of just that, and how much of a man he truly was. The fire and his hands had warmed her flesh, and hos nose was met with a faint mixture of the lake she'd come from, and her own feminine musk.

Brushing his beard over his shoulder, he carefully leaned down, his nose a couple of inches from the nape of her neck. The scent of the lake was stronger in her hair, but the curves between her neck and shoulders gave him easy access to a pleasing scent that wasn't disguised by flowers or other fragrances that some women liked to put on themselves. He took a deep breath before leaning back.

Age did come with its advantages, he mused as he surveyed the prone form before him. Despite the stirring he felt in his loins, wisdom prevailed, reminding him that patience had rewarded him in the past. He was no young fool who lost his head at the very idea – much less the actual sight – of an attractive naked woman, nor would he fumble around like an animal in rut when came time for the deed itself. When he finally had her, he would ensure that she felt the same stirrings that he did, and thus welcome him.

The faint, regular sound of her breathing indicated that she'd fallen asleep, not that he was too surprised by that. Rising to his feet, he took a blanket, and pulled it over her, stopping just short of her shoulders. There was no need to rouse her, especially since she looked so relaxed. Hopefully, she would soon be quick to subconsciously associate him with warmth and comfort. After the time she'd spent cold, alone, and hungry, that should be a relatively easy task to accomplish.

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Special thanks to Randy for inspiring me for this story. Oh my Randy, you make me oh so randy!

As with many old stories/myths, there are different versions which offer varied details to the same myth. Vainamoinen himself is no exception – in one version, he is an ancient god who took part in the creation of the world. In others, he is the son of a king. I decided to go for somewhere in between for my own version of Vainamoinen.

I would like to thank my readers for their positive response to my first chapter of this story. While I do enjoy futanari, I don't want to stick to one thing, and am working on a varied repertoire. I wanted to write an M/F story, but I wanted to avoid the most oft-used subgenres of M/F. It's not that I have anything against familiar tropes/plots, and would like to dabble in one or two "familiar/popular" trends in the future, but again I want my stories to be unique and varied, and I certainly think that this story fits the bill without being too weird (in a bad/uncomfortable way) or too cliché.

If you are enjoying this story, or any of my others, and would like to see me try something for a new story (a genre, or a fetish) you can leave a comment, or e-mail me.

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