Love in a Portable Hole

In counterpoint to her ministrations on her now-sensitive clit, she focused her eyes and other hand on the strange, desirable thing in front of her. She enjoyed the sensual smoothness as her hand explored him, moving up and down. Suddenly syncing, she slid a finger into her pussy as she pushed down on that shaft. Oh yes! Then two fingers, she knew even that wasn't thick enough to copy it, he was so big, but it felt so good. She tried to imagine what it would feel like inside her, filling her, pounding her... Leaning closer, she looked carefully at his manhood to see every detail. The thick shaft thrummed beneath her hands, and the bulbous head promised pleasure if it was ever inserted inside her.

She remembered the other girls' stories, and was tempted beyond resistance. She leaned forward and kissed the knob, surprised at its warmth. Her lips tasted him, and then her tongue. So hard! Having heard about it but never seen it, she hesitantly took the top of his hard shaft into her mouth. It filled her up, and was surprisingly fun and erotic. She tried to take more into her mouth, and quickly felt herself gagging. They always talk about relaxing your throat, right she remembered one particularly frank conversation, and worked to not swallow but accept. It took her a few minutes to get used to the whole thing, and found an amazing rhythm of pushing her head down on his cock while her two fingers pushed into her pussy, simulating what she really wanted. She found herself suprisingly enjoying everything, not just her fingers. The feeling of him in her mouth was sensual inof itself, and she felt an orgasm building as she pushed up and down. God yes, mmm yes! Her body gave her the release she had secretly desired since he had looked down at her near-nakedness and held her close. The pleasure went swirling out from her pussy and crashing through every nerve. "Ah mmm!!" she said aloud, moaning around and onto the shaft that filled her mouth.

Without warning, she felt a powerful pulse under her hands and against her cheek. She jerked back in surprise, just in time to avoid a large shot of jism shooting out of the head of his penis. I made him orgasm in his sleep! The waves of release continued automatically under her surprised hand, shooting upward as proof of her touch's power. It shot higher than she thought possible! It arced down onto his chest because of the angle she had been holding his cock, and lay there glistening amongst the oil.

A burning curiosity came over her. I have to know... She leaned down and licked a small portion of his love juice off his chest, wanting to taste him. The taste was surprisingly bitter, rather salty, and not at all what she was expecting. "Ptt-oo!" she dropped it back on his stomach, the taste still clinging to her tongue. Well, glad I did that while he was asleep! Not the reaction I'd want to show my future husband. Lucy stopped in her tracks at the thought. Why had she thought that! She was a princess, so she was going to marry whomever her father picked for her, not some rough adventurer. But it was there anyway. The heart didn't listen to all those warnings Mom gave me, and gave itself away to him. Now what do I do? She was too tired to have a fight with her own heart, and resolved to think on it more in the morning after getting some desperately needed sleep. But first she took the rags and carefully cleaned him off, trying to leave no evidence of her manipulation of him. Then she worked the undergarment back on, and hoped he would be none the wiser for her exploration.

"Good morning, my lady of many talents!" She woke with a gentle shake from Bruce's hand, and looked at him with a smile of relief. He was obviously quite better than when last awake, and leaned over her with a smile to show his gratitude. Lucy became aware that she had left the blanket on him while keeping her cloak, and while he was now fully dressed in the clothes she had gathered last night, her cloak had parted and revealed her right side to the air. Her "wedding" dress did little to disguise her figure underneath, and she quickly pulled the cloak over her breasts, which were full and visible beneath the thin fabric.

Sitting up, she gathered the cloak about her and held out her hand for him to help her to stand. "Feeling better?" she managed with a smile, overcoming her hyperawareness of his nearness, what had happened last night, and her continued near-nakedness.

"Much. I was surprised at how long I slept, but apparently someone" he winked, "put on heating oils so I would not be chilled. I truly appreciate the loving care of my tender nurse. Especially," his grin widened even more, "her thoroughness and attention to detail."

Lucy felt a lurch through her heart as she realized that he could tell that she had rubbed oils everywhere on him because she had fallen asleep before thinking to wipe him down in certain key areas, even though she had put the underwear back on. But Bruce continued, taking away any chance or need to respond.

"I would request a bit more healing this morning, now that I know of your skill, and then I'll get us on our way. I was shocked to discover your creativity and stamina – moving us away from the scene of battle and hiding us in the woods, a good five miles from there, was a brilliant move that likely saved our lives." Lucy was at a loss at both his praise and knowledge, so she focused on immediate tasks and reached out to touch his bare chest showing between the loose folds of the newly-acquired shirt.

She sent out her healing Gift to him, and this time was able to remedy all of his injuries, including a muscle strain in his back and a misalignment of his knuckle bones from an old injury. They broke their fast together, him providing pleasant chatter and giving her a few more details about the men who pursued them, and how his contact back in Heslen must have been captured and forced to talk.

"It's the only way they could have found out about me. They can't track me magically, and you were perfectly concealed in the portable hole. I feel sorry for Tidelan – he was a good man, and death was his only reward."

After a bit more conversation, Bruce left her in the portable hole and they resumed their unusual flight into the mountains. The days passed quickly, with Bruce stopping only briefly and keeping a harsh schedule of climbing. They made it to the snow line in only three days, and Lucy was sure that if she had been traveling outside with him it would have taken at least five. A winter storm struck them on the fourth day, driving Bruce inside the portable hole.

"I put the entrance about twenty-five feet up the trunk of an evergreen tree, on the leeward side. We should be sheltered from the storm and avoid any risk of being buried in snowfall. But we will have to wait out the storm. I cut several large branches and will try to fashion snow shoes, but during the blizzard our best bet is to wait."

He gave her one of his large smiles, "and that is most certainly a pleasant change of scenery."

She smiled shyly back, trying not to reveal too much, knowing that at the end of this journey she would have to bid him farewell and return to her castle. From one kind of prison to another. I will never have total freedom. But then again, only my duty prevents it. I shouldn't resent my Gift or where I was born. The first day and night of the storm passed in pleasant conversation as they learned about each other, both questing with a poorly hid hunger to know more about the other.

The second day and night passed much as the first, but the third evening brought a feeling of bitter cold into their magical preserve. Bruce peered outside, and came in shortly thereafter, his face red from the cold.

"The blizzard has broken, and the snow didn't quite reach us, although it is only about eight feet below the hole's entrance. A cold snap hit, and while the weather is clear, it is going to be amazingly cold tomorrow. We dare not try to move tonight, but we should be able to get over the pass by tomorrow afternoon if you can heal frostbite. No one else will be able to even dare moving on a day like tomorrow. After that, I can improvise a sled and we can be in the heart of Gilead in only three more days. We are almost there, your Highness, almost free."

"Thank you, Bruce, I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to finally being back in the free lands and away from Wulfgar and his ilk. I will make us our usual supper of dried fruit and bread to go with our water, and then to bed, for tomorrow you rise early and take us to freedom!"

They followed their usual pattern of eating and talking, enjoying each other's company. Both of them seemed reluctant to stop, both because the cold promised to make sleep difficult and because they both sensed that this was the end of this phase of the escape. It was likely that they would encounter a border patrol or other aid long before getting to Gilead proper, and then they would no longer have just each other. Lucy found that she did not wish to share this unusual man with the world just yet – she wanted his time and attentions all to herself. She suspected, given the glint of his eyes and sometimes lingering looks he tried to hide from her, that he regretted the end of this just as much as she did.

The cold continued to worsen, and they finally turned in. With her supposedly reluctant permission, they huddled together, her in her cloak and dress and him in his loose-fitting borrowed clothes, with his cloak thrown on top of both of them. He radiated heat in the bed far more than she, and she tucked her freezing feet against his legs in an effort to warm them. Despite an hour of huddling to share warmth, Lucy could not get warm. Her shivering stated more loudly than words that Bruce needed to do something. He tapped her on the shoulder and spoke to her in the dim magical light.

"Your Highness, you are freezing. If we don't warm you up, you may become permanently injured. With your permission, I will rub the heating oils on you now beneath this cloak."

The thought had occurred to Princess Lucy, but she hadn't had the courage, or perhaps was afraid she lacked the self-control, that the oils might require. Plus, I can always heal myself. She watched Bruce move across the small room to gather the oils and then rejoin her on the bed underneath his cloak. Maybe I don't need to mention that... she thought to herself as she felt him snuggling in against her to share his warmth.

She felt him pour the oil onto his hands, and waited with anticipation as she felt him shift. His hand, now even hotter to the touch, reached out and moved slowly down her left leg from just below the scandalously high dress that remained her only real clothing to her ankles. He repeated and moved along different lines, covering her calves, inner thighs, and the back of her legs. He even wiggled lower and covered her cold feet in the heating oil. Lucy lay on her stomach and relished the warmth and the attention. She enjoyed the feeling of his strong hands sliding along her alabaster skin, spreading warmth along with a feeling of relaxing bliss.

She looked back across her shoulder at him, and could see his face, cast in shadow, looking down both lovingly and hungrily at her. Both his obvious love and lust combined to suddenly push her into an erotic state of mind, and she found that she no longer cared what all the expectations for her were, or how long it could last. He deserves as much as may be yielded to a man, and I want to give it to him.

She looked coyly down at him, then whispered, "Thank you, this is saving my life. I'm so cold, I don't know what to do. Please spread the oil everywhere to protect me. I leave myself in your hands." With a subtle emphasis on hands, she reached down and pulled off the dress that had so poorly concealed her from his eyes.

She felt his hips twitch involuntarily into her legs as she revealed her naked back and rear to him. She delicately, as if still protecting her modesty, covered her breasts on the sides and lay down again on her stomach. Lucy felt Bruce hesitate above her, clearly trying to decide what to do and what her words meant. Arriving at a decision quickly mmm yes, he is decisive he began again spreading oil up and down her legs, then moved over her buttocks to pour more along her spine. The hot and slick liquid felt wonderful both against the cold and because of his touch, and she raised her arms to cradle her head as he worked the heating oil into her soft skin.

His hands slid across her shoulders, down her spine, and along the top of her arms. With few options left, he then ran his hands down her sides, gently sliding his fingertips across the sides of her breasts as well as her torso. When she did not jerk away or complain, he repeated the full stroke, this time with a greater degree of coverage. Lucy deliberately let out a low sigh, signaling her pleasure and acceptance. His hands continued down to her hips, then ran back across her lower back and spine.

Her nerves tingled in anticipation as he paused above her, then she felt a mental surge of victory as he poured more oil directly on her rear. His muscular hands began massaging her there, unmistakably discarding rank and etiquette to give them both the moment they were longing for. His movements covered every area, every cranny, and even slid down along the curves of her hips and inner thighs to glide tantalizingly close to her womanhood, without touching.

Bruce tapped her on the shoulder with an oil-soaked hand, "turn over please."

His voice was part request and part command, and Lucy granted it and submitted to it at the same time. He gazed into her eyes, both of them aware of what was coming, and she saw him smile at the willingness, nay desire, that her eyes spoke to him. More oils were poured out onto her body, and again starting with the legs and feet, he worked his way up. He again teased, but did not touch, then moved past her delicate flower to her stomach and ribs. She closed her eyes to focus on the sense of touch, to feel him touching her in the most intimate and caring of ways.

She didn't even flinch as more oil was poured out onto her chest, and his hands spread it deliberately across her breasts. Yes, that feels good his hands stroked, cupped, massaged and caressed her bosom, then ranged upwards to her shoulders and arms. He was thorough and deliberate, and before long was working back to her chest and resumed his caresses of her breasts, this time focusing on her nipples and other sensitive areas. I don't feel cold at all anymore Lucy realized, and in fact felt a flush creeping across her face. Glad he can't see my eyes, or else he'd know how much he's driving me crazy. His caress inspired pulses of pleasure in her brain, and she arched her back slightly to push her now-hard nipples further into his ministrations. He responded to the signal with more vigor, focusing on her nipples with his slick and sensual hands.

A few minutes of this focused touch raised Lucy's desire to a new level, and she wanted him. His hands continued to be their only contact, however, as they slid down slowly from her chest to her hips, and then to her inner thighs. His finger traced a slow line from the back of her knee, along the inner thigh, to run a line just to the outside of her now-damp pussy. He used the oil generously, sliding it along her hips and thighs, even running his hands through her patch of pubic hair. His hands slid torturously close to her waiting folds, but refused to cross the line and give her what she wanted so badly.

Lucy opened her eyes and looked at him, now without his shirt on, and simply whispered, "please." He nodded to her, as if he had been waiting her permission, and slid his finger onto her sensitive bud. Ahh, yes! That's what I want! His talented digits explored and caressed her, running up and down then sliding side to side at the top, sending wondrous pulses of pleasure through her body. She knew that she lay naked and exposed to him, as vulnerable and revealed as possible, and yet felt a sense of trust in his loving touch. She also felt a thrill of power at the look in his eyes as he looked down at her, clearly drinking in the glistening vision of her body covered with oils and demanding his touch.

She moved her hips slightly to encourage him, and he took to the suggestion rapidly, focusing on the top right portion of her clitoris. His fingers worked their magic, and she felt a marvelous pressure building inside her, a potential release that she needed oh so badly. She let her hips move on their own, involuntarily shifting to heighten the impact of his touch. A gasp left her lips as the index finger of his other hand slid inside her, adding a powerful internal caress to his tender teasing of her pleasure bud. His finger swirled, stroking all about her insides, then was joined by another oil-covered finger in filling her.

"Ohhh yes, just like that!" she cried.

Bruce's thick fingers stroked in and out of her, moving in a glorious counterpoint to his flicking, rubbing caresses of her clit. Lucy felt that pressure building higher and higher, pushing her body ever closer to the pounding pleasure she knew waited at the end of this fantastic, erotic climb. Her hips began bucking in a rhythm all their own, and she reached down and pressed his hands to her clitoris, letting the rise and fall of her hips in time with his finger strokes also guide her external stimulation. Her other hand cupped her slick breast, wonderfully full and smooth, and she let her delicate fingers pull and twist on her nipples as her body spiraled upwards into a wave of pleasure that suddenly exploded, sending heart-pounding throbs through every nerve in her body. "Oh yes, oh yes, ahhh!" His fingers continued their marvelous movement, sliding in and out of her, rubbing against a sensitive spot inside and prolonging the pleasure.

I never knew it could be so wonderful! Touching myself never equaled that! After what seemed like ages but more likely was less than a minute, her body rode one final, arching wave of pleasure then crashed to the bed, gasping for breath and numb and tingling from the overwhelming sensation of that astonishing orgasm.

Bruce drew himself up and covered her more securely with the cloak, and kissed her on the mouth. It was their first truly erotic kiss, and their tongues swirled and tasted each other. He pulled back and looked down at her with a gentle smile that showed both his love and his awareness of the gulf between their stations. She ignored the latter and kissed him back to share in the former, then leaned her head against him.

She was still a technical virgin and in the back of her mind wanted to keep that way until her wedding night, but she also wanted to give him all that could be yielded to a man. She knew if Bruce had spread her legs and brought out his hard manhood, she would not resist. She was his, that was all there was too it. She had felt his hardness as he had massaged her, and knew he wanted her desperately. But he didn't. Instead, he snuggled against her and she against him, and she kissed him again, a gentle thank you for his touch. He held her gently, trembling slightly but in control. They intertwined and eventually slept, both exhausted by the emotional revelations shared but unspoken. She was amazed by his willpower, and understanding – and control in a situation where she had lost it.

The next few days saw them travel down the mountainside. Every breakfast, lunch break, dinner, indeed every snippet of time before and after meals, every moment not spent separated as he carried her and the portable hole to safety, was spent holding each other. Lucy found herself humorously comparing herself to the life of a harem wife that she would have become under Wulfgar, for there was little difference in function between what she might have been and what she was doing for Bruce now, albeit entirely willingly.