For a Song Ch. 03

The music worked its magic, her nipples hardening, and a stirring grew in her core, growing increasingly tight and heated as the music continued playing. She reached down to her crotch, pressing her hand against her groin, feeling a pulse of warmth throb through her body as she applied pressure to her womanhood, particularly her clit, with the heel of her hand, and a soft sigh escaped her throat. The material of her skirt bunched around her hand as she firmly rubbed herself, staring up at the sky idly.

As the music continued to play, it had the intended effect, moving along Aino's senses like the caress of a lover, and the young woman focused her eyes. Seeing no one was nearby, she let her other had travel to one breast, squeezing and massaging it through the fabric and rolling her nipple. When that wasn't enough, she slid her hand under the shirt, her finger rubbing the hardened nubs as a moan escaped her throat. As the song continued playing, Aino hiked up her skirt, her fingers traveling along her moist opening. She'd touched herself several times before, though she'd never been as aroused as she was right now, the music sweetly whispering passion into her ears.

She started to explore herself slowly, her lower half bare, her finger rubbing and massaging her clit as another one slid into her, and she writhed around, her hand moving in tune with the song she was hearing.

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Shifting around in his seat, Vainamoinen continued to play his kantele, watching as she slid her hand under her shirt before lifting her shirt, revealing long, pale legs and a glimpse of dark blonde curls. How badly he wanted to take her, to show her the enjoyment of a skilled lover and have his own pleasure of her. Wisdom tempered his desire, so that he did not act rashly, but it was always there, reminding him of its presence with the sight or sound of Aino, or even a mere thought.

His loins ached as he studied the mild concentration on Aino's face as she continued to stroke herself, her fingers moving at a firmer pace. He imagined how she would feel around his fingers.

His fingers plucked at the strings with a slowly increasing fervor, the notes becoming sharper and heated in a carefully-timed cadence. As aware as he was of his own passion, he focused on Aino, playing his music for her, selecting each note with care.

Vainamoinen murmured softly, the sight of her pleasure incredibly arousing. He could tell by the way she explored herself that she wasn't too experienced with this sort of act. The way she gasped and but her lip at her touches, as if the arousal surprised her, made him grow even firmer beneath his robes. He couldn't help but imagine his hands guiding hers... or taking their place to run along her smooth flesh and explore the moist, sweet folds of her tender parts.

The intensity of his desire was carried in each note, cascading from his hiding spot and over Aino's form. His gaze lingered intently, but his focus continued wandering his fantasies. Would she push aside more of her clothes? Would she reach orgasm? Would she return to him, longing for the pleasures her fingers couldn't provide? His heart raced, and with it, his fingers. The music's caress gave way to something just a bit more forceful; the firm touch of someone intent on pleasing and enraptured by their lover.

Aino didn't miss the shift in music, and her hand moved more frantically as she sought her pleasure. She arched off the grass, finding her clothes, especially the bunched-up skirt, to be an impediment, and though the music played on as sweet as ever, she broke from her self-ministrations for several moments, hastily pulling her skirt off, leaving her lower half unobstructed, giving her clandestine admirer a full view of her creamy thighs and the treasure that lay between them, surrounded by golden curls that glinted in the last of the sunlight as she eased herself back on the grass.

She went back to fingering herself, her other hand traveling between her breasts and thighs, caressing and rubbing them. Her hips wiggled and buckled as she fingered herself in an increasing crescendo, small gasps escaping her lips as she rubbed her clit, seeking out the elusive pleasure that she instinctively knew awaited her.

Vainamoinen murmured softly as her hand caressed her breast, emphasizing the curve, before moving back to rub at her thigh. Another soft sound of pleasure rumbled in his throat as he watched the movement of her hips. Inexperienced as she may be, he could tell she would be quite the skilled lover, with proper instruction.

As she teased at the nub of her clit, the music flowed forward, encouraging the touch, rewarding her intensity by heightening her pleasure.

"That's it, beautiful," he whispered. "Come for me." A staggered breath slipped from his lips, Vainamoinen longing to feel his own hands against the soft, warm treasure between her legs. While it was certainly incredible pleasuring with his music, and intimate in its own, special way, his desires were powerful. Though he'd continue to play, his imagination played at all the things he longed to do with his lovely companion.

The music played on, sweeping Aino into its dulcet notes and pulling her close, much as a lover would, surrounding her with its essence. As she approached climax, the music increased its crescendo, the notes making her nerve endings practically hum, like the strings on her mentor's instrument. She was lost in the pleasure, her hand working frantically, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she sought the culmination of pleasure, her cheeks pink from arousal and exertion.

Finally, the notes reached their peak, and so did she, having the first truly satisfying orgasm she'd ever had in her life, and oh what an orgasm it was! She opened her eyes, staring up at the sky as her hand continued to slowly work itself, drawing out her pleasure as the music continued to play, now softer and more relaxed then before, the notes seeming to draw out small aftershocks of pleasure as her fingers continued to pump lazily

As Aino reached her climax, his heart raced and his hands quivered, Vainamoinen working to ensure he did not miss a note. When she came, he moaned softly along with her, sweat beading on his brow. The music slowed and softened as his fingers came to a stop one by one, keeping pace with the natural rhythms of her pleasure.

As she continued to pull pleasurable, beautiful aftershocks from her body, the musician continued to fantasize. How he longed to be the hand that had gotten her there. Or to drive her to such a culmination with his mouth; or his cock. Whatever method, his desire for her only intensified with the sight of her splayed out on the grass, coming down from the powerful orgasm.

The softening, slowing music became little more than a whisper on the wind before the notes finally stopped. Aino lay there in silent repose for several moments, before drawing her hand away from her womanhood, seeing her fingers slick with her juices. Out of curiosity, she lifted her hand to her face to sniff her fingers, before wiping them on the grass. The air had cooled a bit, though not near enough to cause her any discomfort. Her pussy still throbbed a little, as if it wanted more attention, and Aino took a deep breath of the cleansing air, processing what she'd just experienced, and how the music had made her feel.

Music. Vainamoinen had proven his musical skills to her in many different ways, playing different songs for different occasions. Realizations slowly dawned on her that he had played that song for pleasure. For whose pleasure - his own, or hers, or both of them? Did he know she was here? He used his music for many things, why not seduction? At that, another thought came to her,. If he'd played the song for her, then where was he? Did he expect her to just be so overwhelmed with pleasure that she'd seek him out and offer herself to him? He could be a rather crotchety old bastard at times, and it shouldn't surprise her if he played the song for just that, but as a few more minutes slipped by, she decided that that wasn't his tactic.

She looked around herself, her eyes having adjusted to the dim light, and then, she saw it, the white of his beard through the trees on the other side of the stream, which would have afforded him a view of... Oh! Her cheeks took on a whole new shade of red. "You perverted old man!" she cried out, though there was less anger in her tone than she would have thought, when she pondered on this subject later on.

Moving with his usual, slow grace, Vainamoinen wrapped his instrument. Climbing to his feet, he walked to a thin spot in the creek and jumped quickly over. He watched Aino at a distance, curious as to how she would react. She didn't sound as angry as he had anticipated. Still, he felt a twinge of nervousness in the back of his mind. No matter how old and wise he was, women could still be unpredictable creatures.

"Name calling?" he scoffed, smiling. "You don't need to be upset with me, my dear. Truth be told, it seems you've been rather enjoying yourself. I do hope that my music helped with that." He was sure such statements wouldn't help matters. Still, he couldn't help but fall back into his usual demeanor in the face of her yelling.

"It would be useless to lie about my enjoyment, as I have no doubt you... saw how much I enjoyed your music and the effect it had on me," Aino replied dryly. She tugged her shirt back down, the linen went halfway down her thighs, but she made no move to pull her skirt back on.

"Do you make it a habit to play songs for women out in the woods? If the women of Lapland heard your music, they'd swarm to your bed, I am sure," she shot back as she glanced at him. Her eyes moved along his form. He was dressed in comfortable clothing, as was befitting for a stroll out in the woods, and of course, the shape of his instrument was instantly recognizable. She was sure that by now, after the time she'd lived with him, she would recognize it anywhere.

She noted the subtle signs of his arousal. His body language, however controlled he might be at the moment, did not completely hide his want of her. He made ho secret of his eyes moving along her bare legs.

"If you must know... no. I do not make it a habit to play for women in the woods. When I see you though," he glanced at his instrument before regarding her with a faint smile. "I most certainly could pull women to my bed with my music. That doesn't interest me. If a woman is to join me in bed, I'd rather it be of her own will. Take this song for instance. While it certainly drew attention to your desire for pleasure, the desires were all your own. And I must say, you were a vision of beauty in fulfilling them." He offered the compliment casually, as if telling her how much he enjoyed her cooking.

"Oh and thank you for the kind words," he added. "About my music. It's not every day a musician is told that his songs could drive women into his bed."

She smiled a bit at that. "You certainly are more modest about your music than my brother is. It's a trait I can respect, and admire," she said lightly. She didn't miss how he kept trying to focus on her face, though they kept moving downwards, and she knew her erect nipples were visible against the thin linen. She didn't know what spurred her - perhaps it was her own desire, as he had pointed out, so she leaned back, her elbows on the grass, making her breasts more obvious against the material, and causing the hem of the shirt to slide a couple of inches up her thighs.

"I will say that the music certainly makes it easier to live with a crotchety and lecherous old man," Aino teased, her eyes twinkling a little. His gaze rested upon her face before moving to her thighs, then breasts, and back to her eyes.

"Good," he offered simply. "Never meant for it to be difficult. And as long as you stay on my good side, I'll gladly play for you anytime." He smirked at that, meeting her twinkling gaze, feeling himself throb. He wanted to reach out and touch her; to slide his hands across the linen and feel those erect, surely sensitive nipples. He couldn't help but imagine just dropping to his knees and burying his face between her legs. A hint of her orgasm would still be there and, of course, he wondered just how sweet it would taste.

She decided to challenge him. "Are you ever going to act upon these desires I know you have? Or am I going to have to continue to endure your teasing and flirting?" She locked her gaze onto his. "Is that all you're capable of? I certainly hope not." The words stumbled out of her mouth before she realized she'd said them. Her mother had often scolded her on speaking her thoughts.

"You hope not?" his eyes widened slightly. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the gap between them. He knelt onto the ground near her, setting his instrument carefully aside. "I'm capable of significantly more than just flirting," he offered, leaning a bit closer. Reaching out a hand, he sought to run it over her top; to caress her breasts not unlike she had rubbed them before. "Though I find myself wondering if you'll be able to handle more than just my words," he added, teasing, his eyebrows raising suggestively.

"Is that so?" Aino rolled over onto her side, thus bringing out the curve of her hip, which was one of the most pleasing parts of a woman even concealed by the drape of her shirt. She propped her head up on one elbow, the top of her unlaced shirt low enough to give him a tempting peek of her cleavage. "For someone who took a woman in exchange for a man's life in a deal, you certainly have shown yourself to be more of a gentleman than I expected. Not that I don't appreciate it, of course." She twirled a thick lock of blonde hair with her finger.

"So, what is it you would do to me, o mighty Vainamoinen? Are you as skilled a lover as you are a bard? I've been able to handle your music and your lessons very well, as you know, so I am confident that I can handle you in other areas. Do you think you could do a better job of satisfying me than any of the men who ever sought my hand?"

"I don't think I can succeed at that, my dear." He took a deep breath as he studied the inviting figure before him, a sage smile tugging the corners of his mouth. "I know I will."

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