The Dragon Ring Ch. 02

"I think that was the best fish I have tasted in my life." I exclaimed, moving to rest against the roots.

She watched the dying embers of the fire for a while, whilst I practiced picking small clods of earth and stones, then flinging them across the hollow with my mind. She stood. Picking the jug up, she joined me, lying back against the roots.

"Feeling better now?" I asked.

"Yes." She shifted sideways resting her head on my arm. "It's been a long day and I feel really weary, my legs ache, my back feels sore, - I'm sorry if I was mean to you then."

The moon was rising in front of us over the rim, its waning counting the days for us.

"Tomorrow should be the last day of hard walking."

"I hope so."

She looped her arm though mine, cuddling thigh to thigh.

"Do you wish to change your cloths before it gets too cold?"

"Later," she sighed.

I reached with my mind and tried to drag the cloak over. Once I lost it, at a snag on a rock, before it came within arm's reach. I tucked it round us, wedging the edge between my back and the roots.

She sighed again, and turned, tucking her legs into my lap. I would have liked to take another swig of the cider, but did not wish to disturb her. It was too precious to risk my mind trick, Mother bless it.

I could feel her breathing slowing. The stones under me were becoming uncomfortable with the added weight of her legs on mine; I reached under her knees, trying to lift her and the cloak without disturbing her too much.

All would have been well, had not my foot snagged a root, sending me hopping trying to hold onto my balance without dropping her. She awoke with a start in my arms disorientated, and letting slip a small cry. Seeing me, she curled an arm around my neck, bringing her face close to mine, resting her head on my shoulder. She looked me in the face, as I carried her over to the ground we had prepared earlier.

"You need to shave."

"And you have smuts all over your face. "

"You couldn't conjure up a hot bath could you?"

As I dropped to my knees to lay her down, I contemplated the idea. After all I had been exercising my mind over these past days. I should now have the capacity to try for bigger things. Standing up I focused my mind on the wooden tub that the kitchen drudges used to wash the clothes.

A large tub of hot steaming water appeared in front of me, wavering just a little as I got it firmly fixed in my mind. It was a lot easier than I had feared.

She squealed in delight and almost bounced off the ground. I disappeared our clothes, including her cloths, and focused on a soap bar.

"Here catch." I threw her the soap as she got to the tub.

"You're my real hero," She said.

Clambering over the side of the tub and ducking into the water, she rose, blowing out her breath.

"I could love you forever for this," she proclaimed, as I joined her in the tub.

Turning her, I guided her over to the step in the side, and told her to kneel on it. Then I started to soap her back, washing from her waist up. She leaned back while I washed her hair, ducking under to rid it of the soap. I sat her on the step. I took her chin in my hand, holding it still, while washing her face with the other, the bones of her cheek sliding under my hand. .

I put the soap in her hand, and splashed water up into her face.

"Oy!" she protested, splashing water back at me.

"You had better do your front."

She passed the soap back.

"No you do it ... please... I want to feel your hands on me."

I took the soap, slowly working from her neck down. Washing over her shoulder and then down, under, into her arm pit. I repeated it with her other arm, and then as our eyes met, over her chest and down onto her breasts.

I could feel her hard nipples as my hand passed over them. Her eyes were glittering as I worked my way down onto her stomach, and the water line. She gripped the rim and pushed herself onto the side, her legs splayed, knees bent outwards.

I reached under the water and took her foot, resting it on my chest I washed it slowly up. She bent her knee as I began to stretch to reach her upper thighs, her skin was darkened between the top of her legs, chaffed by all the walking with her cloths and I smoothed it with the lightest of caresses. I moved back letting her leg drop back into the water and reached for the other one. She brought it up to meet my hand and placed it on my chest, as I washed up to the knee she lifted it and placed it on my shoulder, hooking it round my neck and pulling me in as my hands reached the chaffing on this one. I ducked and surfaced a yard away bidding her turn so I might do her backside. A look of something too quick to catch passed over her face and she complied thrusting her ass out and bending her knees to part her legs again. I pushed her hips down and started on her lower back. She rose as my hand circled her cheeks. they felt silky smooth under my hands as I let my thumbs slip down the split, I pushed the soap through between her legs and up into her bushy hair, making soft circles as I moved my hand back and forward. She shuddered and leant back against me pushing me under the water, I spluttered as I surfaced and she twisted jumping in next to me.

Her arms went round my chest as she hugged me tight, her head pressed to mine, ear to ear. Then after a moment she released me. Taking my hand she led me to the step.

"Your turn."

I pressed my knees against the step and leaned against the wall elbows bent. She washed my back, digging her fingers deep into my muscles. When she reached the water line I turned, leaning my back against the rim. She washed my arms and chest, disappointed that my nipples didn't harden as did hers.

"Up," she commanded.

And I put my heel on the step and hoisted myself onto the rim. She pushed my legs apart and took my foot up onto her breast, her nipple between my toes. She washed up pushing to bend my knee as she reached my thigh. She washed right to the top of my groin, the back of her fingers brushing my testicles, as she washed round to the back.

She stepped back and my foot slipped down across her stomach. She reached for my other leg and placed that on the other breast, nipple between her toes again. Washing it the same way.

"Stand." And I stood.

Looking me in the eyes, she began to slowly soap my balls. Then grasping my hard erect penis she rubbed the soap around the head, before sliding it down the side. Using two hands she massaged my stiff member. I had masturbated before, not often, as my master had said it was bad for me. But never had it felt as wonderful as this.

Still holding it with only the one hand, she used the other to push the edge of the soap through, under, and into the crack of my ass, working it back and forwards a few times.

She released me and wrapped her arms around me. Pushing her head sideways into my hips, with my penis almost brushing her cheek. She held me for only a few seconds, before unfolding her arms.

She stepped back and I stepped down, hugging her, before bringing my hand to the back of her head. We looked at each other eye to eye for a long while before I led her to the step and lifted her up onto the rim.

"Go," I said softly, "Out."

She pulled herself up and slipped her leg over the side, swinging the second and dropping lightly to the ground. I followed her over and let the tub disappear.

Creating some soft cotton towels, I gave her one, and began to dry myself. Had the raiders found us now we would have been easy meat.

I finished and looked at her, steam wafting up from her torso, as she dried between her legs. I saw the stain of blood on the towel.

She was shivering as she finished, so I created a thick soft bathrobe, draping it round, over her shoulders and lifting the hair from the collar. Creating then another large one for myself and slipping into it as well.

I looked at our resting place and a large comfortable bed appeared, with thick eiderdown coverings. I took her hand and we ran jumping onto it together. I pulled the covers over us and let the robes fade, as we hugged each other tightly.