fingers into
the tender skin of my back. The sudden pain made my cock surge
rigid and somehow we crashed down together on the forest floor,
fumbling at each other’s belts in a mindless frenzy.
I rolled on top of him, bracing my weight on
one arm. My lips were kissing a line up the tendon in his neck,
along the line of his jaw, then back to his warm mouth. He shifted
under me and I felt my britches popping open. I could not stop
kissing him. Our breaths were coming in faint gasps. I felt his
ribcage rise and fall under me, his chest hair tickling my skin.
With one hand I freed my cock and balls, wriggling awkwardly to get
my britches to a comfortable level, and then went to work on his
own which, between the two of us, we managed to yank down to his
ankles. My knees ground into the slimy leaves of the forest floor
as I settled, panting.
He held my face in his hands and kissed me
hard as my cock came to rest against his. The liquid leaking
between us gave a delicious friction and I ground against him
mindlessly, feeling my balls mash against his, the incredible heat
and hardness against the coolness of our bellies. He met my thrusts
with faint moans, his hands gentle on my back, slipping down to my
bare buttocks. “Harder,” he whispered in my ear.
That was all I needed. The wetness was
spreading across our bellies as I thrust against him with all my
force, our cocks squished together in their little close-quarters
duel. I bit down on the smooth skin of his neck as I felt my climax
rushing all-too-quickly forward. And then his back arched and he
spurted against me, gasping my name. It drove me over the edge and
I spilled my seed onto his belly to mingle with his, slowing down
in a sticky, wonderful mess as I came back down to earth and
collapsed into his arms.
It was as if I was looking into a white
light. My head rested against his shoulder and I tried to focus.
The smell of the earth and soil beneath us mingled with the scent
of sex wafting up from between our bodies. When my breathing had
returned to normal, I picked a twig out of his hair and kissed the
tender spot I’d bitten. He was stroking my face, his lips moving
against my ear, but I couldn’t hear the words. I kissed him again,
slowly and softly.
He pushed me gently off him and smiled.
“Ned, I am so thankful. I think Mata is turning her smile to me at
last.”
I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. Then
from nearby, I heard Lana’s voice. “Ned! Kari! Where are you?”
I swore and rolled off him, groping for my
handkerchief. Hastily, I spat on it and scrubbed the evidence of
our recent exertions from my belly and Kari’s before we dragged our
britches up and our shirts back on. My hands trembled as I brushed
the leaves and dirt from my knees and arms. When we were fully
dressed, I grabbed the bag off the ground and handed it to Kari. I
gave Lana an answering call and soon she stood with us, hands on
hips.
“ Brindar bids you hurry,” she said,
looking us up and down with a sudden twinkle in her eye.
“ I have gathered all we need,” Kari
said. His voice was a little more high-pitched than usual and his
hands trembled as he clasped the bag containing the supplies to his
chest. His cheeks were still flushed and he looked at his boots, a
nervous smile playing on his lips.
Lana surveyed us for a moment, then rummaged
in her back pocket and pulled out a pouch, from which she produced
some of the dwarven chewing tobacco she loved and I loathed.
“Here,” she handed a small pinch to both Kari and me. “Chew
it.”
“ Lana, are you mad? It’s disgusting,
and this is hardly the time.”
“ Do what I say!”
I put the wretched leaves in my mouth and
grimaced as the bitter flavor spread over my tongue. I chewed it
for as long as I could endure, then spat it out. “I’m sorry to
waste it, but you know I can’t stand that stuff.”
Kari spat his out in a similar fashion and
dragged the back of his hand across his mouth. Lana
the tender skin of my back. The sudden pain made my cock surge
rigid and somehow we crashed down together on the forest floor,
fumbling at each other’s belts in a mindless frenzy.
I rolled on top of him, bracing my weight on
one arm. My lips were kissing a line up the tendon in his neck,
along the line of his jaw, then back to his warm mouth. He shifted
under me and I felt my britches popping open. I could not stop
kissing him. Our breaths were coming in faint gasps. I felt his
ribcage rise and fall under me, his chest hair tickling my skin.
With one hand I freed my cock and balls, wriggling awkwardly to get
my britches to a comfortable level, and then went to work on his
own which, between the two of us, we managed to yank down to his
ankles. My knees ground into the slimy leaves of the forest floor
as I settled, panting.
He held my face in his hands and kissed me
hard as my cock came to rest against his. The liquid leaking
between us gave a delicious friction and I ground against him
mindlessly, feeling my balls mash against his, the incredible heat
and hardness against the coolness of our bellies. He met my thrusts
with faint moans, his hands gentle on my back, slipping down to my
bare buttocks. “Harder,” he whispered in my ear.
That was all I needed. The wetness was
spreading across our bellies as I thrust against him with all my
force, our cocks squished together in their little close-quarters
duel. I bit down on the smooth skin of his neck as I felt my climax
rushing all-too-quickly forward. And then his back arched and he
spurted against me, gasping my name. It drove me over the edge and
I spilled my seed onto his belly to mingle with his, slowing down
in a sticky, wonderful mess as I came back down to earth and
collapsed into his arms.
It was as if I was looking into a white
light. My head rested against his shoulder and I tried to focus.
The smell of the earth and soil beneath us mingled with the scent
of sex wafting up from between our bodies. When my breathing had
returned to normal, I picked a twig out of his hair and kissed the
tender spot I’d bitten. He was stroking my face, his lips moving
against my ear, but I couldn’t hear the words. I kissed him again,
slowly and softly.
He pushed me gently off him and smiled.
“Ned, I am so thankful. I think Mata is turning her smile to me at
last.”
I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. Then
from nearby, I heard Lana’s voice. “Ned! Kari! Where are you?”
I swore and rolled off him, groping for my
handkerchief. Hastily, I spat on it and scrubbed the evidence of
our recent exertions from my belly and Kari’s before we dragged our
britches up and our shirts back on. My hands trembled as I brushed
the leaves and dirt from my knees and arms. When we were fully
dressed, I grabbed the bag off the ground and handed it to Kari. I
gave Lana an answering call and soon she stood with us, hands on
hips.
“ Brindar bids you hurry,” she said,
looking us up and down with a sudden twinkle in her eye.
“ I have gathered all we need,” Kari
said. His voice was a little more high-pitched than usual and his
hands trembled as he clasped the bag containing the supplies to his
chest. His cheeks were still flushed and he looked at his boots, a
nervous smile playing on his lips.
Lana surveyed us for a moment, then rummaged
in her back pocket and pulled out a pouch, from which she produced
some of the dwarven chewing tobacco she loved and I loathed.
“Here,” she handed a small pinch to both Kari and me. “Chew
it.”
“ Lana, are you mad? It’s disgusting,
and this is hardly the time.”
“ Do what I say!”
I put the wretched leaves in my mouth and
grimaced as the bitter flavor spread over my tongue. I chewed it
for as long as I could endure, then spat it out. “I’m sorry to
waste it, but you know I can’t stand that stuff.”
Kari spat his out in a similar fashion and
dragged the back of his hand across his mouth. Lana
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