Private Thread: An interesting homecoming

[KrazRussian]

OOC: This is a private thread; intended only for myself; my character Wilhelmm actually, and Lorindellia. if you are neither of us, please do not post here.

This idea behind the thread is kind of stemming from my original "Everquest" thread. HOwever, it has absolutely no relevance to the thread otherwise. It will not be involved in the other thread in any way, the plot will not be intertwined in any way, and it will not affect the other thread. It is just a thread that we wanted to start for ourselves.

IC:

I have traveled with her for months now. Lorindellia, the beautiful elven ranger. How we met, I cannot remember exactly, but it was sometime, somewhere on the continent of Velious. Our goal and purpose is clouded. I adventure and fight alongside her, not for any specific purpose; simply for the pleasure of being with her. We had become battlemates, and very close friends in the process.

One day, I had informed our party that I needed to part for a visit to my homelands of Everfrost, and my birthcity, Halas. I had business to take care of, and I did not wish to involve the party in this, so I decided to leave alone.

However, to my shock, and excitement, Loridellia apparently also needed to visit the lands of ice. She apparently had business to attend to in these lands, probably different from my own. However, our path was the same, and because traveling alone is always boring, we decided to venture off together.

We said good-bye to the party and departed soon after. Fortunately, a kindly druid was able to teleport us to the Northern Plains of Karana, the closest place a magical teleport could bring us to Everfrost.

Our course would involve traveling through the Northern and Western Karanas; the goal being to reach the hills of the large city of Qeynos. From those hills, we would seek a dungeon, the name of which currently escapes my mind. The dungeon would take us to the lands of Everfrost.

We found ourselves in the Northern plains of Karana. We brielfy stopped for supplies, and then we embarked on the journey. The long path ahead, while allowing for times of conversation, also allowed a person much time to review and ponder personal thought.

As we ventured ahead, a feeling arose within me. This feeling, I had always known it was present, but had never allowed myself to conform to it, to follow it. Before, I convinced myself to shelter the feeling as the time was not right, and it would only make me a failure in doing my duty to the group. I thought it would make me weaker in the battle-field; defying my purpose as a warrior.

However, things changed now. The lack of adventure and the lack of a party changed my perspective. No longer did I have the same oath, as I knew the path to home well, and knew that it was a safe one. I no longer worried about not being able to carry out my duties. And as for the issue of time, I cannot say exactly what, but something about that concept changed as well.

This feeling was one of lust. It was of lust toward Lorindellia. I had always enjoyed her company, and having her at my side. However, this was different. Now, I had romantic feelings toward this beautiful elf. I thought of her in a different state, not in the state of a friend or a fellow adventurer. No, I thought of her in a state of passion, and romance. I realized to myself that I desired to make love to this woman.

I would not make my feelings known yet however. I could not take that risk. Because if I was not sure that she shared such feelings, then things between us could change. If she did not share these feelings, no longer could we be simple traveling partners. There would always be a certain level of separation, and some feelings of awry, uncomfort, and maybe even mistrust between us.

Still, I could not hide these feelings from myself. I convinced myself, however, not to release them until the time was right. Perhaps, the time may come in this adventure. Or perhaps not.

 

[Guest]

We are running throught the Northern Plains of Karana. Every now and then I see him looking at me out of the side of his eyes.

I wonder why he is looking at me like that. He knows nothing evil lurks about that I could not handle.

out loud I stop running and say, "M'Lord wait please."

Wilhelmm stops running and walks back to me. I ask him what is wrong? He seems to be acting so different?

He tells me he is not sure. He is having thoughts he hasn't had in a long time.

"Thoughts about what M'Lord?" I ask, a serious look coming over my face. I fear the worse, for it seems that with Wilhelmm and I we always find trouble together.

And as I ask the question a vision pops into my head. A vision of him, from long ago, down there, doing something wonderful to me. I shake my head, knowing I can't think of that as Wilhelmm has told me he must never do that with me again if he is to retain his honor. Still, why after all these years did that thought come unbidden to me? I know, that after so much time together we work in concert with each other. Always seming to know what the other is going to say, or do. Anticipating effortlessly the other's next move.

But I must admit, that sometimes, in the evenings, by the firelight, I catch him looking at me in a way similar to the way he was just now, and I remember that first night together...

I always force the vision out of my head, knowing that he can not.

"Oh please tell me, we do not hold secrets from each other. Were you thinking of when we first met?" I directly ask...

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

ooc; I'll assume the Unregistered person above is Lorin. If no, it sure matches her writing style.

"Bah! What a fool I am."" I think to myself. "My cover-up isn't working." I think further.

Hmm, t'is still not the time. She cannot know yet. I see the way she is acting, she shows signs of feeling, but they are not clear. I cannot be sure yet.

I can sense she is nervous. She is nervous, as I told her before, that we could not be together in that way until the time was right. I knew the time would eventually come, and for some reason, to me, it feels like the time draws closer.

Quickly, needing to find an excuse, I respond. "Nay M'lady. T'is nothing. It's just that, looking at you, it reminds me of something from the past. I am not sure what exactly I am remembering, or where or when it happend. But, it's about something, and I fear I cannot tell you since i do not really know myself."

All the while, I am looking down right at her, for t'is disrespectful not to look at someone when speaking to them. However, at the end of my speech, I keep looking at her, and I see her eyes. Those eyes, those beautiful bluish eyes, shinning, sparkling so exquisitely. I fear that her gaze, that she'll be able to look into mine eyes, and see through my cover-up.

After I finish. I quickly look down at my collar, as if trying to fix something.

 

[Guest]

OOC Yes it was me, I timed out I guess. I did log in though.

IC:

"M'Lord Wilhelmm," I stammer. "You know that you hold a special place in my heart, do you not?" and I move in close to him. I lift his chin, so that he is forced to look me in the eyes.

He mutters something incoherent under his breath. I search his eyes to try to find out what is making him act so strangely. And then I tell him somethig I feel I must.

"I feel that you are my best friend in all of Norrath, and my most faithful and loyal companion. I could not bear it if I thought you were keeping secrets from me. So I understand if you need some space, and I will give you that. But if this is a serious matter on your mind, please M'Lord, I beg of you, do not let it come between us whatever it is. I am sure that together we can conquer whatever haunts your thoughts at this moment." I release my hand from his chin gently for I seem to feel his entire being shrink away from me. This is strange. He never shies from my touch.

We run on, through the Karanas all day, and at dusk we decide to stop a while, and light a fire and eat some of the freshly killed Lion meat from our evening hunt.

I must confess it is these evening meals which I love the most about being with him. First of all, he is a much better cook than I. He knows it too, making faces when he has to eat a meal I have prepared. Joking I know, but we both know he is the better cook.

Also, I love the way he prepares my portions. He serves himself a large chunk, usually with a bone sticking out of it somewhere so he can hold it. But he knows I could not eat that way, and so he cuts my portions into strips. He usually serves them to me with some vegatables I have foraged up during the day. Even though he rarely eats vegtables. And he devours his meal in minutes, while I am taking my time enjoying the flavors he is able to bring out in even the worst meats. He started this game to try to get me to eat quicker, anxious, as always to get on with the journey. He would take a strip of meat and dangle it in front of my face, and tell me if I didn't hurry and eat he would eat it for me. Over time the game evolved into something more. I lean up against his massive thigh, my hair streaming down over his legs. And he feeds me my meal, one bite at a time.

And now, several seasons later I confess dinner time is my favorite time of day. He never touches me. He just watches me. And I feel so safe there, nearly on his lap. His left arm behind me, his right feeding me. Some nights if I am exhausted, too tired to eat, I fall asleep on his chest. On those nights I know he takes care of me, because I awaken with his cloak on my shoulders and the fire is glowing near my feet. I can tell that he has tended it all night to make sure I do not get cold.

It is also true that since our very first battle I have slept well when with him. I never feared for my safety, not once. A more valliant companion one could never know.

And so I am looking forward to our meal together tonight because I am hoping he will speak to me about what is bothering him. And also because if you have ever tasted Wilhelmm's Lion, you would know it was to die for...

 

[Lorindellia]

One thing I have not told Wilhelmm is the purpose of my visit with him to Halas. This time I go to approach the ferocious Elspbeth. She is one of the primary trainers of the Male Wolves of the North. Many men have come to her for quests, and many men have died trying to please her high standards. I too have completed several quests she sent me on in my younger day and am hopint that she remembers me.

I go to seek her counsel. For I have nothing that Wilhelmm could not use, money, armour, weapons, jewelry, gems, we have been together so long and fought so many times by each other's side, that I know he does not need anything new in this area. As it is his birthday, I want to please him. I have no idea what I could do to please him... I go to seek her counsel, and to ask her if I could give him my body, if he would take me, as a sign of my committment to him and my trust in him, without making him feel he has lost his honor. I have thought about this often, and lately my mind wanders to our first night together all too often. I think of the wonderful things he did to me with his mouth and I admit, I want more. I wonder if Elspbeth will think I am only thinking of myself when I ask her what to do?

I am thinking about myself, and that is why, rather than attempt to seduce him, I do seek her counsel. I would hate to do anything to jeopardize my relationship with him. I have come to rely upon him, and I think he too relies upon me in many ways. For instance he is always asking me, "M'Lady, do you have any Kodiak's on track" or whatever he is wanting to kill at that moment... I heal him when our battle has ended... I sing him lullabyes when I see he can not sleep... They are songs passed down to me by my grandmother, who was Kelethin's most distingushed female bard in her younger day... I do many little things for him that I know he appreciates because his gratitude is always spoken.

Tomorow is his birthday, and I want to please him.

My mind comes back to the present as the smell of the Lion Meat is heady now, I can tell it is nearly ready. I begin to make our comfortable seating arrangement near the fire for what has become a nightly ritual... My favorite part of the time I spend with him... My time to feel his attention upon me fully. . .

 

[KrazRussian]

"Sizzle" "Sizzle"

Ah, the sound of roasting meat. I can hear my seasoning, dropping to the ground, licked by shots of flame. T'is a sound of comfort in the woods. Eh, well-prepared meat even sounds good. And the taste!

I pull the large piece of meat off the cooking fire. I know how Lorin likes Lion's Meat, and today, bucked me a big ol' feller. I added a special ingredient too today, seeing as how tomorrow's a special occasion and all.

I know how she likes the meat, sliced up to avoid bones. Carefully, I trim the chuck down to slices, just how she likes it. I toss on some spices I've got stached in the bag, and bring the meat from the fire.

"Dinner's Ready M'lady! Hope thy appetite is healthy tonight."

T'is a pleasant evening in the Karanas. We're roughly more than half way through the journey. I still don't see any sign of a hill. Bah, this landscape is so boring.

I bring the wooden plate over and sit near Lorin. She looks up at me and smiles, as I sit down next to her. She takes her familiar place, huddled near me, her head resting on my lar, her hair seeping through the seems in my greaves, she looks at me again.

Ah, dinner-time. T'is a relaxing time indeed for me. I don't know why, but traveling with her, our time together for dinner, it makes me feel so relaxed. It's as it T'where some spell that freezes time just for a little bit, and allows you to just enjoy good food, and good company.

I grab the large chuck I have prepared for me, and begin to feed the strips to Lorin one by one. One time though, I decide to play a little trick on her. Instead of lowering the piece of meat next to her mouth, I drop it down from a small elevation. some of it lands in her mouth, the rest of it folds and hits her upper lips and nose.

Without wiping it off, she chews down the piece of meat, looks up and me, smiles, and teases me cheerfully "Bah, you Barbarians, such pigs."

I smile at her and respond playfully "Hey, we're not pigs. We're just cleaningly challenged. Besides, you know you find it cute." I use my bare thumb to wipe the sauce off her face, wiping it off her nose and her soft pink lips.

Finishing my meal quickly, I notice Lorin still eating. Nudging her slightly, I tell her "Come on you slower eater you. With Any luck, if we move quick, we'll reach Everfrost by late evening. And we may still catch the moons serene glow over the snow back home."

 

[Lorindellia]

Wilhelmm is in a playful mood tonight. I am thinking as we begin the last leg of our journey home to Everfrost.

The rest of the evening we were both on autopilot. We noticed everything and nothing. We ran, taking breaks only to take a drink of water ever now and then. We passed the Hill Giants and they never even noticed us. We passed the Treants and I was so preoccupied I never even said Hello.

We made our way through the Gnoll infested Black Burrow without drawing arms once. And finally through the maze like hills of Everfrost near the city of Halas. We both plunged into the frigid water and swam across the small lake that keeps Halas seperated from the orcs and other creatures of the snow. At the pier he and I parted ways. He went to be with his family, I went directly to the Warrior Guild to speak with Elispbeth.

I was amazed that she greeted me so warmly. She hugged me, and confided that she missed me because I was one of her most eager to learn students. I was astonished. I had never realized she even had a warm spot in her body much less that she would have fond memories of me.

She invited me into her home and asked me if I would like to stay with her instead of out in the Tundra. I agreed immediately because I knew she had a few great beds. I had heard some of my trainers say "When Elspbeth invites you to sleep in her bed, you go. It is as soft and warm as a rabbit in there. . ." I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. She made some herbal drink for me and gave me a night shirt to put on, while she had some of the newbies take my armour to be cleaned and oiled.

We sat around talking like old friends. I was still in a state of shock because I felt she now saw me as her equal, though she was at least twice the size of me and easily twice as powerful. She told me of the marriages, births, and deaths that had occured since my last visit. She told me that my sister trained under her for a few seasons as well, but that she was not too much of a warrior, being a druid and all... I asked her how my sister looked, why was she up here? I had a million questions about Haelin. She told me that Haelin had come to her when she was in her 12th season looking for me. She was very dissappointed I had only left a season before her arrival, and even more dissappointed to learn that I had gone to the Eastern Wastelands, a place she could not go safely at all. So she decided to wait until she could travel there safely and in the meantime learn some of the Wolves of the North to find out why I had ever left our home in Kelethin in the first place...

Finally Elspbeth asked me why I had come. I confessed everything to her. It all just came tumbling out of me. Beginning with Ysian, (which she told me she had already known about) to Wilhelmm and my current circumstance and desire.

I was afraid that she was going to tell me that a Warrior could not retain his honor and still enjoy the sins of the flesh. But she did not say that. She explained that I must prepare myself for Wilhelmm. She said that he needn't marry me, though she added that the ritual often did lead to marriage.

First I had to cleanse my body in the river at the north Fork. It is very cold there and dangerous. This she said, should be done carefully, so that every bit of me is as clean as the day I was born. Then I was to sit near a fire until I could safely move about. This due to the fact that the water in the river is nearly always freezing cold, and it takes a long time to recover. As soon as I could safely move about and before I had the opportunity to become unclean again, I was to ensure that the sign of life, the never ending spiral, was painted upon my belly in blue. The Blue was from the Permafrost crystals available from some local vendors or from the Permafrost Goblins (you killed them to get it). It was mixed with a small amount of water to create blue paint which whould not wear off under normal conditions; but upon the expression of love would leave an exact replica on your mates belly during the act of love.

Then she said I was to fast for 6 hours before presenting myself to the warrior I had chosen. She said that is the most important part because I had to be hungry for him in all ways. Once I had met these requirements I would simply walk up to him and say, "M'Lord Wilhelmm, I trust you will agree. That I would give my life for you, and you for me. I trust you with all things, and know now, that it is true; I trust you with my body now. It now belongs to you." She then instructed me to open my cloak and show him the blue sign of life on my belly and that he would know I was purified. She also warned that the blue would not show up on someone who was not pure of heart, and also filled with desire. She said the two had to go hand in hand.
Then I asked her, "Is that what all the female Wolves of the North must do before they choose a mate?" She laughed at this and said, "Nay a Barbarian woman only need tell her selection to be in her bed, he was honor bound to be thre, to satisfy her needs. It was how things had always been done here, and always would be."

"Then why do I have to do all this other stuff?" I asked.

"To prove you are worthy to carry Barbarian children if you should become pregnant with his child. He is not permitted to waste his seed. He must fulfill you. Also, because you are not pure. Your blood runs with no Barbarian in you. You can not tell a warrior to be in your bed, for if he did he would surely split you into. No, what you ask is almost an impossibility between Wood Elves and Barbarians. The first step is up to you, but the second part is up to Wilhelmm. If he agrees to this bonding, he must work very hard to ensure the impression of the symbol of life is transferred to his belly from yours. A failure to do so means that he can not conquer a Wood Elf woman and means discrace and unworthieness. If a Barbarian is unworthy of a meek little Wood Elve like you Lorindellia, they are not worthy of any adversary. To fail here is to fail always."

"I had no idea this would be so significant."

"Aye, indeed it is. Furthermore, know this. He does not have to make his decision the minute you show him the symbol... However the transfer of that symbol can only occur during 3 days after you apply it. So he has 3 days to decide. Of course he could reject your offer, and if he does you must never offer again or speak of it again. To do so will drive him to madness."

"What if Wilhelmm wanted me M'Lady? What would he have to do?"

"This is simple. He would have to meditate and pray to his God for one day. He would fast that day as well. He would take a steaming hot shower and purify himself, much as your bath is cold. And then he simply has to ask me for permission." She said as a wicked grin crossed her face.

I too grinned as I imagined Wilhelmm asking Elsipbeth's permission to make love with me.... This would not be a natural act for him... I doubt he could ever bring himself to do it.

"I will be back within an hour M'Lady!" I announce.

"But where are you going, it is the pitch of night right now!" she spoke loudly to my back as it ran out the door.

"To take a bath M'Lady, To take a bath!"

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

ooc: sorry about my lack of responses. Still recovering from light pneumonia and found out my DSL ain't working.

ic:

"Ah. Home." I have finally come back home, a place I have not been for ages. I haven't visited much since the day I left Everfrost to explore the world.

I really can't remember what the exact purpose of my visit is. I wished to speak to my trainer about beginning my quest to earn the fabled blades of red and blue; the warrior epic blades. I wished to check Permafrost; perhaps see if the vile dragon, Lady Vox hath been been granted life again by the dragon gods. Most of all though, I just want to visit home, just because I have the time to do so. Very rarely do I have the chance to come to these places; so when I do, why not take it?

Family has changed very little. In our lands, family is not as powerful of a bond as in other cultures. For warriors, a family is mostly those who support you from birth until you are ready to leave and explore Norrath. Rarely after the children part do parents get to see them again. Even siblings go their separate ways once out in the world.

My parents have not changed. ONly in age do they seem different. They are still silent warriors inside, although their outer appearances may deceive. My mother sits at the loom and the forge and kitchen often these days. She is no longer able to engage in any form of combat; so, she spends her days perfecting her skills of trade.

My father is a tried warrior. He still spends a large part of the day exercising. I can see, his skill is still in tact. An expert swordsman in his time, even to this day, not many would willingly engage him in battle. his large figure shows signs of experience and battle.

Yet, now, I can no longer learn from him, only teach. His art of battle is aged; his style would only pose a challenge to those who have learned nothing more than the style of Barbarians. It is a superior background style, but alone, it is worthless. T'is true for most warriors in Halas, which is why few ever come back here once they have learned the basics. I doubt even Renal could teach me much now.

My parents; anyone else would say they were unhappy. They rarely speak to one another, always looking at each other with that expression of a repetitive life. Our conversations are brief and few. I asked of my brother and sister. My younger brother, by far the youngest of us, has gone off to pursue my ways. My sister, only slightly my junior; while she had a promising start, few have seen or heard from her since her departure.

The Town is much the same as it was before. Solemn, the elders speak of fabled quests, and aged lore, but little else. Nothing really changes up here, the culture has survived in this uncivilized, rural style for centuries, and since it still proves effective, they will continue to do so.

I leave the town itself in the evening for a bit. Perhaps I shall find a bear and slay him for meat. Bah, who knows, it matters not. I will probably just wander round, recall my own thoughts for a bit. Just walking around Everfrost, my first hunting ground; it brings back pleasant memories.

I approach the lake, and I hear something. Hmm, this is rather odd. Few Barbarians would swim this late; most do not yet have the stamina to survive in the cold water, the skill to swin in the cold, or, in the case of the elders in the village, the desire or will for it.

While above the water, I may not move very quietly, I am quite stealthy in the water. I take a quiet breath, and plunge down. As I approach the other side, I can see someone. But, t'is no Barbarian; nay, they are much too small. I can tell by the body structure that t'is a female.

As I approach, I realize that T'is Lorin. But, why would she be swimming out here so late, I think to myself? Surely she must be cold. I quietly swim behind her, she hasn't noticed; she seems like her mind is slowly phasing out from the modern world again.

I emerge from behind her and swim next to her. Still she doesn't notice. Deciding to have a little fun, I creep behind her, and quickly wrap my arms around her, give her a kiss on the cheek, and whisper "Hello beautiful."

She turns around, startled at first. But once she sees that t'is me, she relaxes, and smiles back.

Noticing that she is once again fully in-tact with the modern world, I ask "M'lady, what brings you out here to swim at such a late hour?"

 

[Lorindellia]

"M'Lord, I purify myself" I say.

My smile comes naturally, for I wish to see him so. He has said nothing about my nakedness.

After leaving the home of Elspbeth, wearing very little anyway, I ran directly here, the thought of him first in my mind.

I ran past Tundra Jack. He never even saw me.

I ran here and removed the nightclothes Elspbeth gave me and plunged myself into the water.

I was praying to Mother Tunaire for the strength to survive the cold for the required time. I felt Mother TUnare speak to me then. SHe told me to stay in the water as long as I could bear it. THat she would not turn her back on me in my hour of need. SHe reminded me that she was the Goddess of Love and then suprised me by telling me I have fought well in her name; never shamed her, and that she wanted me to feel love NOW. SHe told me that He loved me. SHe told me that He had eyes for no other.
She told me that I need only cleanse myself for the Barbarians, but that I needed to purify my state of mind to be solely focused upon the way he makes me feel, in order to receive her gift of love from this man. SHe told me to stay in the water as long as I could, if I could stay for one hour, I would be granted love.

I had been in the water for one hour and 20 minutes, dreaming of him when he found me. I can not belive the Good Mother could have noticed me like this; could have deemed me worthy to know her truest gift, the gift of Love, with the man I now know I love.

I wrap my arms around his neck, my naked breasts touching his icy cold armour and I whisper "Love me" into his ear..

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

"She loves me! She loves me!"; the thoughts come rushing through my mind. I can think of nothing else. Lorindellia, this beutiful elf stares at me with desire. I can see it in her eyes, I can feel the lust inside of her.

I know that love between man and woman, especially if either is of a different race; this is a sacred tradition of the Barbarians. But, true love is something that I disregard tradition for. T'is too sacred a value for me to have to follow tradition.

When there is unquestioned love between two people, there should be no challenge, no obstacle to prevent them from being with each other. I will follow no tradition. I will ask of and answer to no one. I will do what my heart tells me.

I pick up Lorin by her butt with my right arm and place her at eye level with me. I utter "M'lady. Those words, they make me feel like the luckiest man alive. I realize what thee have put thyself through. To endure such conditions for the right to love me, I am trully touched.

"I must appologize to thee though. I have put myself through none of the rituals required by the male. I hope that you understand, I shall not put myself through any of these trials; simply because I do not believe in them. I love thee with all my heart, and I can feel the true love between us. And no elders, no traditions, no gods, no trials; nothing shall prevent or hinder me from loving you."

I finish my sentence and press Lorin against my armor. I swim toward the edge of the lake, holding her at my side. I climb out of the lake on the opposite side of Halas. With Lorin in my arms, I move forward a bit, and lie down in the snow with Lorin on top me, smiling.

I stroke the hairs from her face, and bring her closer yet to me. Then, the magical moment. I reach over to her and kiss her lucious pink lips. T'is the most tantalizing moment of my life that I can remember to this day. Blood rushes once again to my member, and i can feel the passion, the life, the lust between us.

 

[Lorindellia]

"Oh M'Lord!" I gasp as I feel him swelling with heat below me.

"Please! Not here! I am shivering, and very cold, and I want this moment to be so special. I wanted to present myself to you on your Birthday. Now you have spoiled the surprise!" I say, teasingly. For I know he does not play with me. He means it. He loves me, and I am so happy!

"Take me to the warrior barracks please. We will get to know each other again after all these years."
I whisper as he smiles with his eyes.

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

"M'lady, I care not if t'is a suprize or not. I wish only that this night be a night to remember. If you feel uncomfortable in the cold, then let us move to the barracks. Come to this of it, it sounds kind of daring for us to love one another so close to many unsuspecting warriors."

"Come M'lady, to the barracks." I stand up, still holding her close to me. I wrap my cloak around her to keep her warm, and put her nightgown inside my backpack.

I swim in haste to the other side, swimming on my back so that she can lay on top of me above the surface of the water. We reach the town, and i quietly move to the barracks, all the while, holding Lorin in my arms.

We finally reach the barracks, and I find an open room empty towards the back of the barracks. There, I enter stealthily and lock the door.

The bed is a bit uncomfortable, but, being that it is indeed a Barbarian barrack, I am relieved to actually find a bed into which I can fit. I move to the bed, unfold the sheet, drop my backback, and lie down, with Lorin still on top of me. Holding her firm butt with one hand, I cover her and I with the sheet half way. I bring her close to me, smile, and say "Now, where were we M'lady?"

 

[Lorindellia]

Lying there in his strong arms, looking down into eyes that melt me inside, like the molten rock at Lavastorm, I feel so safe and secure. I am oblivious to the cold as his gaze burns into my soul.

His hands rest on my ass. I can feel them, involuntarily squeezing my buns. I lean into him and begin to kiss him. Years and years of pent up passion flow through my mouth and onto his lips. My tongue begins to probe his tongue, intertwining with it, teasing it, taunting it, letting him know how much I want him.

Suddenly he lifts me up, with ease, as usual. and in a swift movement, has placed me naked sitting in front of him on the bed. He deftly removes his clothing, this time, including his kilt. He stands before me now a large godlike hunk of a man, almost immortal in his largess. He is fully erect, and seems so much larger than I remember. I begin to think that this is a physical impossibility. I worry that I will fail. I nearly cry at the sight of him now before me.

My worry must have betrayed my face because just then he bent to kiss me softly and said, "Do not worry Lady Lorindellia, this will not hurt a bit..."

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

I look at Lorin, lying on the bed; her body so magestic. Her golden skin, her firm figure, her pubic hair trimmed to a light patch, almost completely shaved. she is astonishing to look at.

I yearn so much to shove my member into her clit this instant. But, I cannot just yet. I don't think she is ready to take me just yet. I do not wish to hurt her; this is her night too, and I must pleasure not only myself, but her as well.

I kiss her again, out tounges exploring each others mouths. I break the kiss, and begin to plant kisses on her. I eventually reach her breasts. Cupping them with my hands, I put my mouth next to them and begin to suck on them.

I kiss the entire breast around the nipple, stopping periodically to lightly blow on them. I can sense she likes this. Finally, I put one of the nipples in my mouth, and begin sucking on it.

I switch from one breast to the other, and pull her closer to me. I can hear light moans escaping her mouth. With my free hand, I move, I trail my hand down to her love hole, brushing her pubic hair slightly. I insert one finger into her clit and begin to finger her slowly. I know i need to prepare her.

 

[Lorindellia]

Wilhelmm began by looking at my whole body. Taking in my breasts, my sweet nipples high atop muscled, firm mounds of flesh. My firm, flat belly, which slightly rises with my every breath. My how his eyes geamed as he looked at my loins. A hint of pink showing through my neatly kept tuft of hair. My legs, strong and sleek, with definition enough to make even the human women glare at me with envy on the rare occaisiaon I have seen them while bathing.... Yes he looks at me with lust, desire, and something more... I believe he looks at me with love.

As I realize how powerfully he feels for me, I realize too that I have not thought of any other man in this way for many seasons. I realize that every night as we relax for a while near our campfire, I have longed for his touch on my cheek or chin. That I live each day at the hunt yearning for the night and the smallest touch of his hand. I realize just how much I love him.

Now he begins to kiss me slowly on the lips, his hands exploring, I wonder what he is thinking?

He moves lower, down my neck and finally giving pause at my breasts. Moans and gasps of pleasure escape me from somwhere deep within. I move my head back and tears of joy flow silently from my eyes as his hand touches that pink spot down below. Instantly my body reacts. My hips thrust upward, an attempt to push his fingers deeper within me.

I use my fingers to massage his scalp and gently push is mouth lower, lower, lower. "Oh M'Lord," I whisper huskily, in a voice that does not even sound like mine, this one being deeper and much more sultry, "kiss my loins." My voice actually commands it. He can not refuse. I soar into the heavenly extasy of oral delight as his mouth meets that tiny pink spot he calls my clit. He licks it, he sucks on it, he uses his fingers on my love canal, and he does so much more. I begin to have wave after wave of tiny orgasms, and I feel my love canal is getting so very very wet.

His finger becomes two, and finally three and I know that I am ready to accept his member. I want it too. And so I command him, "Take me now Wilhelmm!" as yet another orgasm rips through my body.

 

[KrazRussian]

Wilhelmm

She's getting hot. I can feel it on my finger inside her love hole. Suddenly, she releases a loud moan, and buccs her hips as a powerful orgasm rips through her body.

I fear that the rest of the barracks have overheard us. My fingers are still inside her. I remove them; they are covered completely in her sweet nectar.

My member is hard as a rock. I yearn to feel it in her. But I am not sure she is ready. Then, she commands "Take my now" with a tone of confidence. I can tell from her voice, she feels she is ready to take me.

This is all the convining I need. I look at her, and without even saying anything, she knows what to do. she stand from her prone position. She stands, turns about, and positions herself on the beard, elevated only by her hands and on her knees, her butt facing me. She lifts her firm ass higher, inviting me to enter her.

I position myself behind her on the bed, on my knees as well. I am standing next to her, my member touching the tip of her love hole. I line up my member with the her opening. I take a breath, and begin to insert my cock into her clit.

My god it feels wonderful. As I slowly move my cock inside, I can feel her warmth, her tightness, how her ineer walls enclose around every centimeter of my member as I force myself inside of her.

The tightness, the warmth, and her wetness, it produces so much pleasure, I cannot refrain from moaning myself. I feel like I want to release my seed right then. But I won't, I want this to last as long as possible. I force my member deeper inside. I move it inside; she can only take half of my large tool. I shove as much of it as I can, and then stop. I leave it in there for a bit, just to enjoy the sensation and I look over at Lorin.

 

[Lorindellia]

"Oh don't stop! Pleeeassseee don't stop" I moan, as I smile at him from the end of the bed. I spread my thighs a bit more and reach my hand back, to spread my left cheek farther apart, then use my right hand to pull the right open. At the same time I press my body back into him.

Oh I feel like he will crack the sky he is so much larger than I. Yet he begins to massage my vagina with his hands, relaxing me more as I continue to rock my body back and forth. Ever so slightly deeper each time.

Each time he and I moan in mutual passion; my moans like the purring of a cat; his like a man being given a massage by my aunt Mehladie. I remember the days of my childhood and how those men moaned like this when she gave them her very own "special body rub", as she called it.

I used to sit near the door and listen to them; I loved the sound of it. And now I was making Wilhelmm moan like that too. I loved the feeling of him inside me, between my legs, up on my knees. I loved the feel of his hands on my ass as he ever so gently pushed and pulled me equalling my rhythm. It seems as if this went on forever. I never thought that I would actually be able to accept all of him but finally it happened, and I felt his balls actually slap up against the front of my puss. As soon as that happened, that little slap, I began to experience such an orgasm that I saw a golden light before my eyes, and my body was trembling with waves of heated passion.

I have no idea why I said it, but I did. I said "Fuck me hard Wilhelmm" and I meant it. He grabbed my hips then and moved my body over his cock, faster and faster, I can not say that it did not hurt; it did. but in it's own way it was also so fulfilling and beautiful, and I was OH SO ORGASMIC! He thrust into me over and over, and as I had asked, he did it hard. Finally he moved one hand to my left breast and gave my nipple a gentle pinch. The sensation was astronomical....

 

[Lorindellia]

I am sure, that as I cam my voice carried all through Halas. The wolves began to howl back at me. My body thrashed on the bed, in sync with his. OH MOTHER TUNARE! I was comming and such a flood I had never felt. My legs wrapped tightly around his ass, and it was then that I felt him come inside of me.

He literally exploded!

I think it was years of pent up desire for me that made him come with such ferocity. But suddenly he had lifted me into the air, in his strong arms, and sat me down hard on his pulsating cock.

He wrapped his arms around me and loudly exclaimed his love for me.

I will never forget the way he felt then... I will never forget how happy he made me.