Hiring The Hunter ((Open))

He laughed a little, remebering her wanted poster, and agreed on the rip off. "Well, I think that the king would think I would get plenty of gold from this treasure trove.. Maybe I should have asked for more. I think of it as a thousand can buy me two months worth of food, and three if I eat only what's needed." He said.

He understood completely. Heck, he wouldn't be what he was today if he hadn't raised himself. If his parents were around, he'd probably stop hunting, he wouldn't be as fit as he is, he'd be feeding his parents, making the money. "Well Bell, I wouldn't know much about the ethics of parenting. I used to live in a small village, between two rival kingdoms. It turned to a battleground during a skirmish, I lost both my parents, all my family." He wasn't sad about it. His father died with honor.

He noticed Bells dress rising higher up her leg, and his mind returned to the place he didn't want it to go.. Or maybe he did? It seemed like that very quietly, she might have been trying to seduce him. No, that couldn't be possible.. And he was growing tired of this internal debate. He gazed, but not noticably at her, observing how naturally balanced she seemed, how she was fit, her eyes always watching..
 
"Well... I'm sorry about your family." She apoloigized. He didn't seem to upset by it. Then again, he could just be trying to hide it. Either way, she didn't want to be rude by not aying anything. "This maybe really a horrible thing to say but am a bit glad you turned into a orphan."

"Can I ask you why you keep staring at me?" Bell looked away from the ceiling, over at him before she looked back up. "I can feel your eyes on me. I can feel when anyones staring at me. Like a sixth sense. It's one of the things that's kept me alive all these eyes. So," she rolled onto her side, facing him. "why do you keep staring?"

"Do you still not trust me?" she motioned to all the walls, the weapons everywhere. "I'm not going to use any of these on you if that's what you think. If I wanted to kill you, I would have stabbed you the moment I saw you. So you can calm down, you know."
 
He was supprised that she knew he was watching her, he stuttered "Well.. Uh.." He didn't think she would like knowing that he had been staring at her, for other purposes. "I trust you.. Its just hard for a man not to admire a beautiful woman such as yourself." He admitted, that was a polite way of saying it he thought.

"I'm sorry, I'll stop.." He said sheepishly, and laid back down. Hopefully, she wouldn't kill or maim him, like she said she would, he stared back at the cieling.
 
Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink at his words. Now the trusting thing made a lot more sense then the look thing. Sure, she knew she was pretty good looking, but with the lack of human contact, she never really had anyone call her it. Especially beautiful! Well, that was kind of a lie. When she was moving through towns, she would sometimes hear men talking aout her. Saying what they thought she looked like. Usually, they imagine her as a very skilled street walker.

So, he topped them all.

Bell sat up slowly and stood up from the bed before walking over to where he laid on the floor. When she reached him, she crouched down, moving onto her knees so they were at closer lengths before saying sweetly, "Thank you, Darren." Then she put on a grin. "You know, for a hunter, you act kind of soft."
 
When Bell kneeled down on top of him, his heart skipped a beat, and his attention was fully on her. "I'm only being soft because I respect you. I wouldn't think that the few dozen men I have hunted down would call me 'soft'." Darren said, moving his hands to her hips.

As a act of good nature -and maybe to prove her point of being 'soft'- His member was already firming, and was being pushed down by Bell's straddle. He was enjoying how this contract turned out, and that he hadn't let go of the string of the bow, and killed her.

"Is this going to get better perhaps?" He asked, looking up at her. She looked amazing, and the fireplace gave her a nice, orange outline. He wanted to reach up, and kiss her, but he restrained himself, he didn't want her to change her mind to suddenly.
 
She shifted a bit, feeling something start to press against her as he grabbed her. "I'm not sure if you think telling me how many men you took down is your way of trying to impress me, but" She smiled and reached down, grabbing the edge of her dress before pulling it up to her thighs, showing off her long legs "It's working."

It as nice to know that she wasn't the only person in the world who knew how to take care of themselves. Not to mention it was pretty hot knowing he could make a person disappear. When he asked if thi was going to get better, she decided to play dumb and tilted her head to the side.

"What do you mean, better?" She asked as she moved her hands to his chest. "Aren't you having fun with me, now?"
 
He grinned, and teased her "Oh very much so, but I know it could get so much funner." He said, laughing. He wqs sure that she could feel his muscles. Darren wasn't insanely buff, but was stronger than most. He always saw men uaing their muscles to impress sultry women in pubs, but he used his to kill.

He moved his hands to her thighs, which were smoother than any woman he had been with. He could smell her sweet flesh, and he rubbed up and down the side of her leg. "How about, we lose the clothes.. It is getting pretty warm in here." Darren said, and realized how rediculously horrible he was at flirting. But besides, he couldn't wait to see her plump breasts that he knew where hidden under the dress.

He also thought for a split-second, that if Bell and him were bonding so well, The King was, in blunt terms, fucked. She had earned his loyalty, and respect - She did that when she told him of the kings decite - And when she extended her trust by letting him into her room, she earned his trust in return.
 
Her heart picked up when she felt his hands on her legs, making a shiver run through her as well. "You were just saying a few minutes ago that it was pretty chilly." She played as he moved her hands down to the hem of his shirt. "Do you really think taking your clothes off is a smart idea?"

She sipped her hands under his shirt, allowing her hands to roam over his abs. "Of course, I'm not cold." With thta, she pulled her hand from under his shirt and moved then to the bottom of her dress. Normally, when she heard a guy coming onto a girl, or when they talked about her, she got disgused. They always aced like such pigs, but Darren didn't seem like that type.

Of course, he acted like a hard ass, but that only seemed to mak her want him more. Bell pulled her dress up, slowly revealing his body to him. When it was over her head, she threw the dress to the ground. Her hair fell over her shoulder, falling over her breasts.

"Hmm, you were right. It does feel nice."
 
As she ran her hands under neath his shirt, he closed his eyes softly, and enjoyed the feel of her delicate, but firm fingers, it was amazing. He wanted more.

Darren laid under her as she stripped her breasts were as nice as he expected them to be. Her body was very athletically toned, her stomach was a flat, and muscular perfection of physical form. Her arms biceps, deltoids, and triceps fit together perfectly, creating a smooth transition from one to the next. "You take care of yourself.." Was all he could muster in his loss of speech. ".. Gorgeous." He finally muttered.

Once he was done examining her with his eyes, he moved his hands from her thighs, to her hips, enjoying the smooth silky skin, he worked his hands to her stomach, feeling the firm skin. "I can see how you have survived all this time by yourself." He was enjoying his experience. He finally moved his hands to the two mounds that his dirty mind thought of. Cupping the plump flesh was very enjoyable, and a quiet "Wow." Escaped his lips against his will. He was trying to be soft, but as he massaged her breasts in his hands, it was begging to become irresistible, and a euphoric feeling washed over him while he connected with her.

"It isn't fair to you that you have to be naked while I sit here and lay clothed." He said, kicking his shoes off, then socks, and then his shirt, since she had him pinned under her, he couldn't manage to remove his pants. "Will you do the honors?" He asked, tugging at his waistband.
 
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Bell closed her eyes as he moved his rough hands up her body, sending shivers through her body. She didn't know she could feel this way. When ever she cleaned herself up, she'd run her hands all over her body, but she never felt this good! Especially when his hands cupped her breasts.

A soft moan escaped her mouth as he squeezing them, making her nipples grow larger and press against his palms. That... actaully feels amazing. She thought to hers at least until he said how it wasn't fair she was the only one without clothes on. Bell opened her eyes curiously and looked down at him. "Well, I wasn't complaiining, but..." She grinned down at him.

She watched as he kicked out of his shoes then his socks, before he tugged his shirt off. Now he wasn't as buff as some of the men she's fought before, but bigger wasn't always better when it came to fighting her. They were uually the first to die. They had strength, but their speed was terrible. Darren though, he was the perfect size. Well defined abs and pecs, showing that he kept himself in shape with what he does.

When he asked her to take off his pants, she smiled. "Well, you are a guest in my house." Bell moved off his lap and instead went between his legs, grabbing the waist band of his pants. "You know," she tugged on his jeans softly, puling them down a inch. "We should be resting." she tugged them down again. "Or at least saved this for a victory."

The reason she couldn't stop now was because there was no way she was going to be able to just climb in bed and go to sleep. Not with the way her body was tingling. "To late now." She tugged his pants down his legs, before pullin them off and tossing them with the rest of there clothes. "There."

Bell moved her hands to his thighs and slowly started to stroke them. "So, you were saying how we could have more fun?" She asked him playfully.
 
When she pulled his pants off, it was his final show of trust his defenses were completely down, he breathed slowly, his stomach moving up and down. He groaned with pleasure as she stroked him. His cock was trembling.

He was completely nude under her, and the feeling of their skin rubbed against each other, he wanted more. "So, you were saying how we could have more fun?" She asked. He looked down at her shaved pussy, he grinned, and leaned forward and whispered in her ear: "Maybe its time for you to have a man make love to you." He said, rubbing her hips passionatly.
 
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