Weeks, Part 2

Normally, he decided, any woman looking like she did now, combined with

her sense of humor and the ability to keep up interesting conversation would be

near to impossible to resist. How come he hadn’t noticed her before? Abigail took

off her jewelry, two rings and a necklace and dropped it in one of her boots. She

turned her back to him and slowly lifted her shirt. For his mind’s eye he

envisioned them together, his hands at the small of her back while he… Ukko

blinked his eyes to get rid of that train of thought. But he wondered why he’d

never even considered trying to get her into bed with him. A small voice inside

him answered, because friends are too valuable to take advantage of. And you’re

not like Dlanor. Abigail folded her shirt and bend down to put it on top of her

armor, giving him a broad view of her butt, hips and the treasure, that lay

between them. If she were putting on a show for him, it was definitely working.

He had a raging hardon which started to become painful. She stepped into the

water and slowly waded towards the deeper parts of the lake, her hips and ass

swaying. She looked over her shoulder. “Come on in, the water’s great!” she

called. Ukko raised his hand in response. He gathered some branches and threw

them on the fire. He unfastened his leather belt and thought about the dangers

they had faced together. The encounter with the Death Knight still brought him

shivers. For a while he was distracted by loosening the straps of his jerkin and

by the time he dropped his pants his erection had withered enough for him not to

embarrass himself in case he was imagining things. The water was cold enough to

be refreshing and still warm enough for comfort. “Did you never do this when you

were younger?” Abigail asked, treading water as he swam towards her. “Nope.”

“Come on, a farmboy like you?” She giggled. “Swim naked at night?” “They worked

me too hard,” he admitted. “I was too tired to do anything at night.” He found

out he could just touch the stones on the bottom with his toes. He found an

elevated rock with a smooth surface and stood on it. They were just grinning

stupidly at eachother for a moment. “You standing on a rock? Maybe I can too.”

She nearly tripped on his toes, lost her balance and regained it when he put his

arms around her. Her arms slipped around his neck and her groin slowly rubbed

against his, leaving little doubt about what she wanted. The warm, smooth skin of

her back felt great under his wandering hands. His member hardened again and

nuzzled her left thigh. There appeared something unsaid, still, so he stopped

momentarily to face her. He was surprised to see a tear running down her cheek.

“Do you need a reason?” she said softly. Ukko thought about that. “To be honest,

no. I eat when I’m hungry, drink when I’m thirsty and sleep with someone when I’m

lonely. A night of passion for the sake of passion is fine by me. But I wondered

what /you/ wanted out of this.” Abigail blinked away another tear. “My life’s

mostly been dark. There’s so much blood and death in it. So many friends lost.

For every foe slain we lose something of ourselves. I wanted to add some

brightness and…” She gulped and added: “Like you said, no strings attached.”

Ukko realized he could as easily fall in love with this woman as he could slip

off the rock they were standing on. He wasn’t about to confuse the issue by

saying so. He knew he wanted to possess this sensual being, to know what she

would sound like in the heat of passion and to see the movements of her slender

form and sleek feminine muscles, striving towards perfection in a rather

different art than unarmed combat. He also didn’t want to think about the next

morning. “Don’t you desire me, Ukko?” she asked, mistaking his hesitation.

“Absolutely,” he said. He moved his face towards hers and licked the underside of

her nose. Then he grabbed her buttocks, lifted her out of the water and flipped

her over backwards. She surfaced gasping for air. In a low voice she growled:

“You’re going to pay for that!” “I’m soo scared!” Ukko cooed. He started a quick

crawl to get some distance between them. She grabbed a foot and yanked him

underwater. They both surfaced seconds later, facing each other. Abigail splashed

water in his face and laughed. Ukko liked to see that she enjoyed herself and was

determined to keep her spirits up. She’d never smiled much, at least not as much

as he would like. He splashed back and dove underwater. He encountered a smooth

leg and pulled on it. They wrestled and tried to push the other down. When they

hit the bottom, which was littered with pebbles, Abigail pulled him close. Ukko

felt her soft lips caress his, reminding him of their intentions. It was some

time before they got tired of chasing each other and got out of the water. They

shared a blanket and lay down next to the fire to dry. When by mutual consent the

course of events for this night had been clearly outlined, neither one of them

was in a great hurry to consummate their desire. They both wanted to draw out the

experience. For a while they were content to hold eachother and stare into the

flames of the fire. Abigail smiled at him. He smiled back. It was infectious and

she found she couldn’t stop grinning. She stuck out her tongue at him and shook

her head, spraying his face with drops of water. Ukko tickled her and she

giggled. They kissed, softly. He stroked her face with surprising tenderness,

slowly licking her right ear. “Ahh, praise Shilohin,” Abigail moaned. She had

only suspected that her ears were so sensitive. It was as if her ears were

directly connected to her nipples and what she liked to call her private garden.

Suddenly eager to be joined, she slipped her hand down and grasped his shaft, now

more rigid than ever. Ukko grunted in appreciation but continued licking her,

following her jawline and neck. Slowly massaging his rod Abigail asked

breathlessly: “Am I going too fast for you?” Ukko groaned: “Uhh… do as you…

ahh.. please. I’m yours…” With satisfaction she noticed that his head was as

slippery as she was. Sitting up briefly she leaned back and slowly let his shaft

enter her garden, all the while watching his face. They both sighed deeply as she

slid down. After a few moments she rested her buttocks against his hips, his

penis firmly lodged inside her. They slowly moved against against eachother,

trying to find the rhythm. Her hard nipples dragged across his, adding fuel to

their passion. Ukko admitted to himself that during combat practice he /had/

wondered how the young female, at the time performing a complicated figure, would

look and feel in this position. Now he knew: it felt great. She looked great,

smiling and making purring noises from the back of her throat. Her hair, which

looked pearly white in the moonlight, was still partially wet and tousled. He was

staring at her small breasts, which hardly swayed despite the long and deliberate

thrusts of her hips. He wanted to know what the dark, hardened nipples would

taste like, but there was time enough; for the time being he satisfied himself by

pulling and twisting those two heated points of pleasure. Abigail felt as if she

slipped into a hot bath. Heat flowed from different parts of her body towards her

loins, where it accumulated. She looked down to where their bodies were joined,

her matted hairs mingling with his darker hair. Where his penis entered and

filled her private garden, which seemed to be burning with need. Soon Abigail

felt the tying of a knot in her stomach, the familiar knot that kept expanding.

Her nipples were tingling in time with her heartbeat, which was going faster and

faster. He reached out and sharply pinched her right nipple. That send her over

the edge. With a loud scream that silenced the cricket orchestra she exploded

into orgasm. She tried to keep up her movements while the hot waves coursed

through her frame. His hands supported her hips, helping her along. She felt

herself gripping him with great force, felt her heart match that delicious

pounding she felt throughout her loins. Ukko tried to keep up the rhythm without

giving in to the stars himself. Trying to counter the feeling of her warm, wet

sheath moving around him and the sound of her continuous moaning in his ears, he

thought of tax-collectors and death knights. She helped by trying to dig her

nails into his shoulders. Abigail ground her pubic bone into his, drawing out her

pleasure. The moment passed and their movements slowed. When the last waves had

passed she opened her eyes again. She still felt the blood run through her

nipples and fingertips. With a blush on her cheeks she sighed: “Oh, Shilohin!

Wow…” “You are beautiful when you reach the stars,” he told her. Catching her

breath she felt that he was still hard. Recalling an intensive three-hour

battle-practice she wondered how long their stamina would last. Neither of them

had broken a sweat yet. It would be a lot of fun to find out, she thought and

smiled wickedly. “I’m curious what you will look like,” she replied. Eager to

join the stars again she started to move again. After she had had three more

orgasms they tried out other positions, the Autumn Crane, the Faceless Unicorn.

When they switched to Butterfly they were both panting from exertion. Ukko leaned

on his arms and licked the sweat of her forehead. She tasted salty. “Can you give

me one more?” she asked hopefully. Shilohin, I’m getting greedy, she thought.

I’ve joined the stars eight times in one night and I want more! Ukko chuckled.

“I’ll try hon, but I’m almost ready to go. Can’t you feel it?” Embarrassed by her

selfishness she nodded. “I’ll let you go. Don’t worry about me.” She fondled

his jewels and her hips started a gentle rhythm. Ukko groaned. Whether he moved

or not, his pleasure kept mounting. It wouldn’t be long before his companion, now

writhing under and around him, would send him on his journey. “Are you…” he

started to ask. “Safe? Yes, I’m in the middle of my… unngh… safe period.”

Abigail flung her arms around him and sped up her movements. “You can leave

inside of me… nnghh…” Her private garden, which by now felt like a mountain

river in spring, had covered his rod with copious amounts of her juices. Soft

liquid noises joined the other sounds of their lovemaking. “Ahh… actually I

insist…” she panted. Putting her hands on his hips she tried to coax him to

greater speed. She felt his member expand inside her and realized he was almost

gone. To her excitement the warmth inside her concentrated once again into a

fiery ball which was growing rapidly. If they timed it right they might leave

together! She pulled him close and whispered: “Almost going, dear friend? So am

I… If we’re not careful we might go together…” Her sultry comments and her

soft, sweaty body sliding beneath him almost send him away. Ukko gritted his

teeth and tried to slow down, but Abigail would have none of it. “Did you ever

make a Lover’s Journey with a friend?” she continued. “I’ll wager you didn’t.”

The words added fuel to the fire they both felt building inside them. Amazingly,

neither one of them had left yet. It was almost a contest of strengths, the

muscles in their arms and legs strained and their minds set to launch the other

into paradise. “Ladies first,” he groaned. “No, go with me,” she whispered.

“Leave with me… please!!” Ukko drove his member all the way inside her and let

himself go. Abigail gasped when she felt his hot streaks up inside her, releasing

in time with the tightening of her own inner muscles. Then the fireball exploded

in her and she was consumed by the flames. Ukko growled as her release fuelled

his. He gripped her shoulders and thrust again, and again. She retaliated by

locking her ankles behind his back and drawing that delicious member inside her

burning garden, quenching and fueling her fire at the same time. They looked at

each other, smiling and panting, their eyes trying to catch as much detail as

possible. Finally the sensations dulled and their movements slowed. By unspoken

agreement he stayed inside her. She traced the contours of his shoulder blades,

enjoying the closeness. Every small movement still caused some muscles to

contract, which in turn still caused warm, gentle waves for both of them. Abigail

tested all her muscles and found herself satisfied. The bruises on her shoulders

told her she truly had made him lose control. She smiled quietly. Not bad for a

first time, she thought.

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