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Ukko woke up at sunrise. A few muscles in his back protested as he shifted,

reminding him of the night before. He became aware of the warm body next to him.

He opened his eyes and saw Abigail resting on her side, looking at him. “Hi,” she

said. “Hey you,” he replied. Ukko let his eyes wander over her smooth curves. The

first sunrays of the days caressed her thigh and shoulder, adding an angelic

quality to her beauty. If Shilohin would ever walk among mortal men, he thought,

this is what she would look like. She stared back, as she had done for a while.

She ached in places long forgotten. But it felt good, a testament to their

labors. She felt better than she had for an unhealtily long period of time.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he said after a while. “I wondered what you were

thinking,” she smiled. “If you had…” “…regrets? No.” That came out a bit too

quickly, he realized, so he added: “No, really, I don’t. I feel great.” He

immediately felt guilty. It was as if he’d said: you were a great lay, thank you.

See you around. The sex had been fantastic, for sure, but hadn’t it been more

than that? “How about you? Was this what you were pining about for the past

days?” She bit her lower lip and nodded. “Wondering how to get my attention?” he

teased. Abigail rolled her eyes. “I practically had to throw myself at you,

before you noticed me!” she complained. “Hey, I noticed alright. I’m just a guy

who needs a bit more reassurance than Dlanor. I don’t have all that much

experience with women. They don’t usually throw themselves at me, you know.”

“Their loss,” she quipped and gave him a quick peck. She got up and took her grey

shirt. Stretching her arms above her head she let the shirt slide down over her

shoulder and breasts. She donned her clothes and armor in methodical, practiced

movements, covering more and more parts of her body. This was, strangely enough,

as exciting as her stripping, Ukko thought. But he put a lid on that train of

thoughts. Time to cut the strings connecting to last night, he decided. He might

wish it had been more than just sex, but it wasn’t up to him to decide that it

had been. After eating the last of the berries they gathered yesterday it was

time for training. Abigail had made a wreath of twigs and leaves and hung it up

on the old willow. They took turns in shooting arrows with Abigail’s crossbow.

First with the gem-sight mounted, then without. A few times she had to correct

his stance. Ukko felt himself distracted by the feel of her hands on his wrists

and arms. He forcibly emptied his mind and tried to capture the moment of

release. The arrow hit the target alright, but not anywhere near the middle. If

she had noticed, she didn’t let on. Then they duelled. He with his two longswords

and she with her longsword and her silver dagger. Dancing around eachother, parry

and strike, block and thrust. They worked up a good sweat, but the nagging

feeling Ukko had had for a while remained. They took a refreshing swim

afterwards, but neither one of them tried to strike up a conversation. They

avoided looking at eachother. As they got out of the water Ukko wanted to tell

her how much he had enjoyed the closeness between them. He stared at her bare

back while she stripped the water off her arms. And he just couldn’t find the

right words. They dressed and packed their gear without a spoken word. This is

ridiculous, he thought, as they mounted their horses and rode off eastwards. The

entire day they drove on, only stopping at midday to let their mounts drinks. At

about four in the afternoon Abigail spotted a wild boar. She managed to kill it

with only two arrows. “Hey, there’s a farm up ahead. I’ll check the place out and

see if I can buy some bread, ok?” Ukko announced. “Ask them if they got fruit!”

she called as he rode off. She took the harnas and saddle off her mare and

started looking for the brush in the saddlebags.

“Afternoon,” Ukko greeted the elderly couple which was sitting on a wooden bench

in front of their house. The farmer got up and raised gnarled hand. “Afternoon,

stranger.” “My companion and I are a bit short on food and I wondered if I could

buy some bread. And some fruit if you have some,” he explained. “Maybe…” the

farmer replied. He eyed the warrior suspiciously. “Are you going to pay for it as

well?” Ukko grinned and shook his purse. “My sovereigns are as good as the next

man’s, farmer.” “And your swords as sharp as the next man’s,” the old man added

grimly. “Let’s see those shiny coins, stranger.” Ukko dismounted and walked

towards him, keeping his hands away from his swords. The farmer relaxed somewhat

and they bargained. A little later Ukko rode off with fresh supplies. He’d paid a

bigger amount than was reasonable, but these people were farmers. Working from

sunrise to sunset just to keep the bread on the table. Adventurers on the other

hand, like themselves, could just try and hijack another goblin patrol and earn

some quick sovereigns. Riding back to where he’d left Abigail, he noticed a trail

of broken off twigs and flattened grass joining his old trail. He wasn’t sure

what the signs told him; she had taken time to tell him about tracking and some

telltale signs and now he wished he’d paid more attention. Coming close to where

she’d shot the boar he heard voices. From right behind that group of trees. He

saw some faint movement and he recognized her voice – she seemed agitated. Riding

around the copse of trees Ukko saw four horses tied to a couple of birches.

Abigail stood with her back to Cloud, the brush still in her hand. Surrounding

her were four young men. One of whom had grabbed hold of her wrist. Abigail

yelled something and the men looked at him, distracted for a moment. Ukko felt

the blood rush to his head. His Abby! They were trying to… the thought was

blotted out by a wave of anger. He jumped from his horse and bellowed: “Get away

from her!!” He didn’t even bother to draw his sword. A rage had taken control of

him and demanded that only his bare hands were good enough for revenge. Two of

the men hesitated. The one holding Abigail shouted something and the fourth one

stepped towards him. His fist struck the man in the middle of his chest. Ukko

didn’t wait for the reaction but added two more punches, one left and one right.

When the big guy sagged through his knees Ukko made a run for the one holding

Abigail. The man let go of her and reached into his shirt. Ukko grabbed him by

the scruff of his neck and drove him straight into one of the trees. Planting his

knee in the other man’s crotch, he screamed: “Why don’t you try me on for a size,

huh!?” Stepping back for a moment he drove his head into the man’s stomach.

Ignoring the muffled screams he grabbed a handful of hair and slammed the other

man’s head against the bark. “Like touching women, eh!?” Ukko yelled into his

ear. Gasping for air the man produced a dagger. Ukko simply ignored the weapon.

He formed Stone Fist, designed to break an opponent’s nose, and punched as hard

as he could. The man dropped the dagger and tried to scramble away from this

madman. A trickle of blood ran from his nose to his lip. Ukko took another swing

at his stomach. And another. “Ukko, that’s enough!” He looked up and saw the

other three men quickly mounting their horses and riding away if chased by

demons. Abigail stood next to him and covered his fist with her hand. “That’s

enough,” she repeated. Ukko took a deep breath and let go of his opponent. The

man madly scrambled away from him and ran towards his horse. “Farmhands I think.

Thought they could have some fun with me,” she said. “They surprised me,” she

added softly. “Are you alright? Did they…” Ukko swallowed. “…do anything?”

She smiled. Her hand moved to his heaving chest, a feathery light touch that send

shivers through him. “I’m alright, my love.” Hearing her call him that send

another wave of excitement through him. She looked so lovely and beautiful. He

nodded curtly, picked up the assailant’s dagger and turned to examine it in the

sunlight. He was afraid that in her gratitude she’d hug or kiss him – he was

convinced he’d lose it then for sure. He whistled for King and walked away from

her. Abigail looked at the ground. The moment had passed. He hadn’t even given

her a chance to thank him. She resumed brushing Cloud with slow strokes, feeling

disappointed and relieved at the same time. Relieved that he hadn’t asked why a

couple of farmboys had caught her off-guard. Disappointed that she missed the

opportunity to hold him and and kiss him and… seduce him again, she confessed

to herself. Oh Shilohin, that would’ve been disastrous, she thought. Look what

one night of love had done to their friendship. No, she corrected herself. A

night of sex. It had been sex. A very relaxing and very much needed physical

exercise. And the most tender and passionate sex she had ever had. She gritted

her teeth and closed her eyes. This is getting me nowhere, she thought. I just

have to act normal and pick up our friendship, just like he does. Cloud looked

round why her mistress had stopped brushing. Abigail smiled a wry smile and ran

her hand over the mare’s nose. Cloud winked at her as if she understood. After

unsaddling his horse, Ukko started to skin the boar. He had done skinning many

times and knew how to get every ounce of meat out of the animal and keep the skin

intact at the same time. Relying on his experience he tried to calm down the

torrent of thought that still raged inside him. After a while he discovered he’d

ruined a perfectly good boarskin. The cooking went better. Abigail squatted

beside him. “Smells good!” she commented. Ukko grumbled something and added a few

herbs. Half an hour later they ate pork stew. They talked about different recipes

for stew and shared a few jokes about some of Ukko’s failed culinary experiments.

Ukko was put more at ease and was no longer distracted by her long, searching

looks. They were two flexible, well-adjusted adults, comfortable with themselves

and around one another. Ukko pulled out his waterskin and offered it to her.

“Want some applewine?” Abigail’s eyes lit up. “Applewine? What’s the ocassion?!”

she teased. She put the waterskin to her mouth and took a swig. She felt the

liquid warm her chest as it went down. She took another swig and gave the

waterskin back to him. She stretched luxuriously and sighed in utter contentment.

Trying to ignore her pose, Ukko asked: “Don’t you wish it could be like this

forever?” “Almost,” she agreed. Then she added: “Well, no. Not in the long run.”

Ukko sipped his applewine and studied the way her hair cascaded down her

shoulders and how her long, slender fingers fidgeted with her necklace. “What do

you want then, in the long run, I mean.” “You mean, what would I wish for?” Ukko

nodded. She wrapped her necklace around her index finger. He remembered how good

those fingers had felt on him. “Do you remember that time we stayed in Katar and

one of the rooms in the inn had been broken into?” “The juggler.” “Yes. One of

the guests had seen him skulking around the rooms that night. They searched him

head to toe and they couldn’t find anything. But that didn’t stop them from

flailing him and driving him out of town. Do you remember what they called him as

they threw stones at him?” Ukko remembered. Shouldn’t we do something? he had

asked Revelc. The mage had slowly shaken his head. The crowd will turn against us

or the militia will throw us in jail, he had answered. But isn’t anyone going to

help that poor kid? he had protested. Revelc had gripped his wrist and told him:

attacking people’s beliefs is very dangerous. They cannot be changed with gold or

power. You can only pity how these simpletons think of people of mixed race. And

so they had done nothing. “They didn’t even bother to ask him if it was true,”

Abigail continued. “Because he was halfelf. A half-breed.” She propped herself up

and sought his eyes. She said: “I want to be accepted as I am. Accepted as a

daughter of mixed blood. I want to be proud of my double heritage. I want those

people apologizing to that juggler. I want the father to tell his son that he

made a great match, not a great match /for a half-elf/.” Ukko looked at her. It

was hardly a wish any mortal man, no matter how powerful or wealthy, could

fulfill. But she dared to dream. And he loved her for it. He doubted that she

ever would see it come true, but if anyone could make a difference, it would be

her. Life seemed to happen around her. “You don’t think it will happen,” she

said. He sighed. “People are stubborn, Abby. And most of them don’t like

admitting they’re wrong. Not to themselves and certainly not to others.” Looking

into the flames, he added: “But if anyone can make them change their mind, I

think you can. And if it makes any difference, I accept you as you are.” For a

while only the crackling of twigs in the fire could be heard. Abigail smiled to

herself. It was the first time she had ever mentioned this dream to anyone and he

hadn’t dismissed it as idle fancy. And even when he was serious, he managed to

give her a compliment. In only two days they would arrive in Carlin, Ukko

reflected. Just two more days to decide if there was there was more between them

than just friends. If there was anything at all. If he wanted to tell her how he

felt, he had to tell her before they joined the others. He knew himself. He

didn’t have the gall to breach the subject with anyone else present, let alone

the rest of the group. It was ridiculous really, that he was afraid of being

laughed at by the same people who had saved his life and whose lives he had

helped save. He had laughed in the face of troll warriors, insulted a storm giant

and he just didn’t have it in him to approach Abigail and tell her the truth.

Maybe I can stretch it to three days, he thought. Abigail moved over to him and

took his hand. “I know you do, and it does make a difference. Thank you.” The

inviting smile she gave him melted away any control he had built up in the past

hours. She wouldn’t mind that he stole one kiss, he reasoned. After all, what

would one kiss be after last night. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her

backwards, putting his weight on his arms to force her onto her back. He kissed

her forcefully. “Ukko… mmmhh… leggo! Wha… mmhh… stop it!!” She struggled

wildly to get her hands free, trying to get away, but he held her down with

considerable ease. When he relaxed his grip somewhat she bit his nose. He

screamed in pain and seemed to realize what he was doing. He let go of her wrists

and his face went ashen. Koriel, take me away, he thought. What have I done? How

can I apologize for this? I ruined it. “Not so,” Abigail said breathlessly. “Not

this way.” She sat up and rubbed her wrists. “Please forgive me,” he started. He

wouldn’t lie to her. He would just have to tell her. There was no other way now.

“I just had to… I, I can’t get you out of my mind, I kept thinking of last

night and I… I never meant to harm you and I know we’re just partners and,

and… Gods, you drive me crazy, Abby…” His voice faltered. Abigail was

stunned. /She/ drove /him/ crazy? The blood rushed to her face and she put her

hands on the ground to stop them from trembling. She whispered hoarsely: “Go on.”

Ukko cleared his throat. Maybe there was a way out of this. Maybe she would

understand. “I desire you, Abby. I want you so much it hurts. I want to hear and

feel you again, I want to make you scream and…” Abigail put her hand over his

mouth and whispered: “Go on.” His eyes widened when he realized what she meant.

For a moment he was dumbfounded, unable to move. Then he took her hand and slowly

licked her palm. Abigail swallowed visibly as he sucked her index finger in his

mouth and slowly circled it with his tongue. Her wildly beating heart sped up her

breathing. She felt herself growing warm and fuzzy. Without letting go of her

finger, Ukko reached for her and stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes and

tilted her head give him access to her neck. Ukko felt incredibly alive. He had

taken the only chance there was and told her the whole truth. And she had

accepted it. Accepted him. The woman he knew so well as friend and comrade in

arms was here with him, for him, warm and pliable, smelling of blossoms in the

spring. He shifted weight to give his erection more room. She excited him to no

end and judging from her face and heavy breathing, the feeling was mutual. He

gently bit her earlobe and kissed a trail down to her throat. Abigail shivered

under his touch. They stood up and kissed again, hungrily, almost devouring each

other. His tongue came out to lick her lips and she tried to suck it in. Her

hands were frantically untying the straps of his jerkin and loosening the shirt

underneath. He ripped her shoulder piece off and bit her gently in the nape of

her shoulder. Impatiently, Abigail drew her dagger, cut the unyielding straps in

a swift move and yanked the jerkin off his shoulders. She pulled up his shirt and

licked his chest, inhaling his masculine scent. Ukko slid a hand inside her linen

shirt and cupped a breast, twisting and pulling her stiff nipple. A gasp escaped

from her lips. One of her hands slipped inside his pants and started stroking his

rigid member. He moved his hands down her back, down to her buttocks and in

between. Her knees buckled as she felt him at her wetness, rubbing her pleasure

bead. Her world shrank to that spot between her legs. If he would just come

inside her, she wanted him so badly… With his pants at the ankles Ukko suddenly

turned her around and lifted her shirt. A wave of excitement coursed through her.

Mare and Stallion! Shilohin, don’t let me fall down, she prayed. Then all

coherent thought left her as felt his head against her entrance and his warm

hands on her hips pulling her back to him, onto him. She felt him sliding deep in

her garden and sighed. They fit so well and it was so fine. Ukko felt her warm

wetness caress him, the clenching of her inner muscles and her warm ass on his

hips and feared he might go without her. He started a rhythm of short, hard

thrusts. Abigail sighed in relief as she felt her pleasure mounting towards the

stars. Shifting her feet for better balance she started to buck her hips back at

him, each move producing more fiery jolts inside her, stretching her as if she

were a bow string and he was so hard inside her and speeding up with every move

and stroking her legs, now trembling with the effort to remain standing and the

heat grew bigger and threatened to swallow her and then fireworks started to go

off inside her head. Ukko felt her muscles contract around him and could no

longer contain himself. “Abby…” he groaned as he ejected in her tightening

sheath. Abigail moaned blissfully and kept moving against his hardness, not

feeling anything except the wonderful pounding in her loins and the incredible

heat where her body joined his. She was floating among the stars. As the pleasure

faded they realized how closely they were pressed together. She leaning her back

against his chest and stomach, loins and legs almost one and her hands over his.

His ragged breathing and hers. The soft liquid sounds of their joining. “Abby…

let’s sit down,” he whispered. “Great idea.” She sat in his lap and looked up at

him. For a while they just stared at each other, enjoying the closeness. Thank

you for her, Shilohin, Ukko thought. He felt awkward addressing the Lady of Love

who had never before smiled upon him. “Why didn’t you say anything?” she said

softly. “I thought you wanted to be friends.” “You fool,” she smiled. “I’ve been

thinking about you all day, what to say to you and how to say it.” Ukko ran his

finger over her upper arm and shoulder. “When you got out of the water this

morning… I tried. But I just didn’t know how to tell you.” “Tell me what?” she

asked, her eyes unsure. Ukko looked at her and wondered if she felt as vulnerable

as he did. Just say it, he thought. Just tell her. “That I’m in love with you,”

he said softly. “Madly in love.” She hugged him fiercely, burying her head in his

shoulder, mumbling: “So am I, Zhaly’en. So am I.” Ukko recognized the Elvish word

for ’soulmate’ and knew he had vastly underestimated her feelings for him. In

only two nights they would arrive in Carlin. Not a lot of time to be alone,

Abigail thought. Maybe I can stretch it to three days.

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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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They still had a couple of weeks before they were expected to show up in Carlin

and meet the others. They could make the journey in seven days time, but they

were in no hurry. Avoiding towns and main roads, they were more concerned with

keeping a low profile. On the fourth night they camped at the edge of a lake not

far from a village called Oak’s Grove. As usual, Abigail fed and took care of the

horses and Ukko prepared the evening meal. He roasted the two rabbits they’d

caught in their snares two days ago and filled their waterskins with fresh water

from the lake. Making sure that their fire was not visible from across the lake -

Oak’s Grove lay on the other side – he wondered why his companion had been so

lost in thoughts the past couple of days. She wasn’t much of a talker to begin

with, but she seemed unusually quiet off late. He didn’t mind though. She was

very refreshing after experiencing the ladies of the big city who seemed so full

of themselves and talked the entire evening and, if they could, after that.

“Hey, what’s eating you, Ears?” Ukko said, trying to get a rise out of her.

Abigail turned in irritation. “Don’t call me that.” She led her mare down to the

waterside where she could drink. Ukko shook his head and dug out his salt pouch

from the saddlebags. “Dinner’s ready,” he announced after a while. They ate for

the most part in silence. Sitting opposite her and having the advantage of added

height Ukko watched Abigail eat. Her eyes focussing on the task at hand she

gently tore off small pieces of meat with her mouth. From time to time she licked

the dripping off her long, slender fingers. There was an unstudied elegance about

her eating, the same unconscious grace applying to most other things she did.

“You told me you cut your hair out of rebelliousness. So that they couldn’t miss

seeing your ears,” Ukko said. The fire’s flames gave her face and hands a fiery

glow. “Uhuh,” she replied, concentrating on the meat and spitting a piece of bone

into the fire. “Are you letting it grow back now?” he asked. She nodded. “I grow

tired of the hood. I want to feel the sun on my face again without having to give

away that I’m…” Her voice faded and she followed a couple of sparks that had

leapt up from the fire. “That, and the fact that I’m around someone with whom I

can be myself again.” Her eyes caught his. Ukko couldn’t find a proper response

to the sudden praise and nodded instead. After dinner he carved a large splinter

of wood out of a branch and started picking his teeth with it, one of his

favorite after-dinner activities. Abigail took a dirty rag and started cleaning

the mechanism of her crossbow. Ukko let out a modest burp. An owl hooted nearby.

A few crickets launched into a new recital. He felt at peace, sitting here beside

the fire and listening to the sounds around them. The lake’s surface was smooth,

reflecting the lights of Oak’s Grove at the farside. Cloud and King stood next to

the old willow near the water, nuzzling. Two hills between them and the nearest

path. If there was more to life than killing, looting and pillaging, this, he

thought, could very well be it. His eyes drifted back to Abigail and he smiled.

She hooked her feet behind the wood of the bow, took the bowstring in her hands.

Ukko looked at the play of her muscles of her arms as she started to draw the

string back. Only the pursing of her lips betrayed the effort. She caught him

staring and frowned. “What?” “You’re so quiet, Ears,” he chuckled. With great

speed Abigail nocked an arrow, aimed the bow at him and fired. The arrow hit

something next to his shoulder. The warrior just sat there, the blood drawn from

his face and his mouth hanging open. “G-gotcha. I won’t call you that again,” he

said in a hoarse voice. She smiled at that. When she lowered the bow Ukko glanced

beside him to see what she had hit. Next to his shoulder lay a snake, its head

pierced with an arrow. He released his breath in a long, slow sigh. “Koriel

guard me! I thought you were going to shoot me!” He tried to clear his throat.

“There was no time to warn you,” she apologized. “Are you alright?” “I think

so… Do you think it was poisonous?” Abigail shrugged. “Don’t know. But it was

about to give you a lovebite. Would’ve given a nasty wound in the neck from any

kind of snake.” Ukko pushed the arrow through the snake’s head and gave it back

to her. “Thanks, Abby.” “Hey, next time you save my skin again.” After a short

inspection of the sight she put the bow and the cleaning rag away. She got up and

walked down to the edge of the water. In the light of the rising moon she

unfastened the buckles of her chainmail shirt. Ukko stared as she took the shirt

off and put it on a large boulder near the water. Her beltpouch and sheathed

dagger were put on top of it. She managed to take her boots off without

unceremoniously limping around on one foot. Then she slowly stripped her legs of

the padded armor. She was now only dressed in a long shirt that used to be white

but which had now reverted to a more neutral grey. From not more than ten feet

away Ukko admired her. From her long legs, muscled yet graceful, and the curve of

her hips to the swell of her breasts and the outlines of her nipples, clearly

visible through the shirt. She was breathtaking. He could hardly believe this was

the same person who had drunk him under the table two weeks ago in Woolfson

Bridge.

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