by Pwyll Duggan
Molly and the girls clean the lunch plates away as I turn to Mari.
"Can I give you this necklace back tomorrow morning before I 'cross over'"
"That would be fine."
"Are you sure that the books are gone?"
"We'll head back to the temple and search her rooms. And prepare for new acolytes. We'll see you here at dawn." They stand, bow and leave.
Aysun and Bunko come back into the room. Aysun takes my arm under hers.
"Leading me on?"
"Someone needs to take charge." and she leads me to another smaller room at the rear of the house. She nods to Bunko.
"I'll get you some paper to write notes. He's yours for a while. Don't damage him." They exchange glares as Aysun leaves the room.
"You two don't get along?" I ask, trying to sound innocent.
"Not bloody likely." Bunko huffs. "I work hard for a living. She seems to dance around everything, men dripping from her fingers."
"And yet she too can't have children." Bunko deflates at that.
"I'm sorry Master. I have given you a bad impression of my village and our life. Please forgive me."
"Always." I look around. "What do you need me to do for this?" I look at her as she blushes and looks away. Oh.
"I'm guessing take my clothes off and you get my sizes. Let's wait for Aysun with the paper then. You have what you need to measure?" She's still blushing away, not looking at me. She whispers something.
"Sorry Bunko, I didn't hear that."
"I do it by hand." Just what I thought.
"Have you ever seen someone naked?"
"Not a man." Okay. This is going to be nerve racking for her. And me. Great.
"We will just take it slow. Ask anything that comes into your mind, it's all good." She perks up.
"I know how it all...works...what to do. But looking like me and being as large as me. It puts men off."
"Not me. You're only fractionally smaller than me and I bet a lot stronger. All good as far as I am concerned." She's smiling again so I continue.
"What are we measuring me for?"
"Armor and the height for weapons. And a shield." Cool.
"Does your father have premade armor, like breastplates or even magical?" those would be great. Bunko shakes her head and sighs a little.
"He used too. But with all the new Shielders, and sending out townspeople, he has little left." That takes the wind out of my sails and she notices me deflate. She tries to cheer me up.
"He has the best cloth armor in the Dukedom. Proper Gambesons. And good boots. You'll need good boots." I know gambesons, I think. "Gambesons are the padded armor underneath the plate armors, right? Cushions blows, and you need a really sharp blade to cut them. I watched a video on those." She looks at me quizzically.
"Videos are recordings of people doing somethings, like a book, but the images move. You get to watch people do things."
Aysun slides open the door and passes Bunko some paper and charcoal.
"What kinds of things?" she asks with a hint in her voice.
"Yes Aysun, all kinds of things. Now wait outside please."
"Yes, my master." She purrs and leaves. I turn to Bunko.
"Let's start." She nods. I undo my robe and take it off, folding it and putting it on the ground. She looks me up and down, blushing again when I catch her looking at my penis.
"It's always there, Bunko. Just work at what you need to do. Ask away if you need to. I can move the necklace if you need me too."
"No Master, this is fine." I watch her concentrate on doing her job and not looking down. She uses her hands to measure my head at certain points, down my neck and across my shoulders.
"Arms up please." And I put my arms up and she measures each arm length and then down my chest to my waist. The brushing of her hands and the smell of her breathe are slowly getting to me. And something starts to rise, and I hear a muffled gasp.
"They do that you know." I look at her, halfway down my chest.
"I know, but it started out smaller and got...bigger." She's breathing slowly and mumbles. "How does it fit?"
"Quite well usually. If everyone involved is prepared." I startle her, and she stands suddenly, hitting her head on my arm.
"Ouch." I continue. "And yes, you are doing that to me. What's next?" She gulps.
"Legs and waist. Then feet."
"Legs apart?" She's thinking hard now, slowing down.
"Shoulder width please."
"Yes milady." And she blushes again. She starts to use her hand widths to measure my waist, going around. She braces her other hand on my chest and starts stroking my chest hair, without realizing what she is doing. She goes to write everything down and sees what she is doing. I smile, and she pulls her hand back. I reach slowly and touch her hand.
"That was nice, soft and comforting." She's looking lost.
"I like your chest hair. No-one I know has hair like that. And your beard." I pull her hand back to my chest slowly, placing it in my hair. She just stares at it, running one, then both, hands up and around. Still staring she talks.
"Your head hair is gone, but this isn't. Or down there."
"I shaved my head and trim down there. Like my back, my chest is hairy. Always has been and I don't see the need to shave it off. And I soon as I could I grew a beard. I had, or maybe still have, a baby face and it saves me from ID checks." She stops moving her hands and looks up at me.
"ID checks?"
"In my world when you go to an Inn or tavern, to drink you need to be older than 18 years, or even 21 is some places. So, we carry ID - which is short for identification - from our lord, that proves our age and then we can drink. Drink Sake and wines, those things." She nods.
"Turn around master."
"Yes Bunny." She stops again
"Bunny?"
"Your nickname. Bunny is slang for rabbit and they are timid, a little like you." I won’t mention what else bunny’s do a lot of, maybe later. A lot later.
"I see. I will see what I can name you. Later. Legs apart please." Her hands brush my back then go down my legs all the way to my feet. She moves back and forth doing both legs.
"We do both limbs as not everyone is the same, especially with demi-humans. Some have special limbs or abilities we need to consider. As a craftsman, my work is my reputation. Any mistake can be costly, in both materials and future business."
Now it's my turn to squirm. I haven't been near a woman in a long time, let alone one who is willing and so beautiful. The tasks add to her appeal. Half my brain is screaming cos-play hottie, the other is too busy pumping blood. Not exactly what I thought would happen.
"Turn around master."
"Before I do, watch your head. You have me at attention." I turn, and she just stares at eye level. I'm at full attention.
"Um, legs apart, I need to measure the inside length." She's watching one thing and doing another.
"Eyes on your job Bunny." She looks up at me. So close yet so far from kneeling girl heaven for a guy.
"I can do both." I'm breathing heavily now. "Or maybe later." She turns down and finishes measuring. Then stands and turns away writing notes in some fluid script. She clears her throat.
"Any requests...for my Father?" I stumble for words and she's staring at me, wicked smile and all.
"Crossbow. I'll need a crossbow and lots of bolts for it. Spear or staff and a mace also. Things that don't need a lot of training." She looks down again at my full attention.
"I'll see what I can do about that. The door behind you is the bathing area. You may need to cool off." I blush and turn.
"Thank you, my Bunny." I slide the door open and enter.
The bath area is a large tiled room with two huge full tubs, steam rising from them. Some small stools to the side, one already in front of one tub. A small bucket, soap and a wash cloth are next to the seat.
"Like what you see?" I turn to see Aysun, kimono dropping to the floor, naked just like me. She has a clay jar in
one hand and a wicked smile on her face. Her curvy dark skin highlighting her pale dime sized aureoles and standing perky nipples. Her breasts are nicely large. More than a handful. Her silver hair flows down, covering some of her front. She has matching silver hair in a small triangle above the gap of her legs.
I'm just staring as she looks me up and down too. She sways past me to the bucket and fills it with water. She points down at my member.
"Wash that and then you can get to work. As much as I try, I cannot get pregnant alone." She pours the bucket over my stomach and sways past again, putting the bucket in my hand. I snap back and grab the soap, lathering myself up.
I turn to her as she is behind me and watch her while lathering. She gets water from the other tub, throwing it along the floor and lays down on her back. She spreads her legs and dips her fingers in the clay jar. They come out dripping, clear liquid slowly sliding down her fingers to her palm. She locks her eyes to me and applies the liquid to her pussy.
"I'm waiting. Time for you to do your duty." She whispers huskily. I wash the soap off and fall to me knees.
"That's a good boy. Earn your keep."
I push gently and enter. She's ready and I slid into her tightness. Her hands grip my head and pull me to hers and we kiss as I thrust back and forth. Her mouth is warm and her tongue active, so very active. She breaks the kiss and whispers. "Make me pregnant lover. Oh, oh, make me pregnant."
The feelings from below are pressing my cock and I realize I won't last long and try to slow down.
"No." She says. "Make me pregnant. Please me later. Let it all out. Now." Her legs wrap around my back, pulling me into her and not letting go. My breathing comes in gasps and she's tightening around me as the pressure builds. My thrusts get wild as I can't stop, and I watch as her pupils grow and her whole eyes turn purple.
"Yes. YES. Now lover. NOW." Her hands still have my head and I feel sparks go from her hand to my brain. I erupt in her, shaking and exploding. My muscles ache and I can smell our sex in the air, mixed with a burning smell.
I collapse on top of her as she strokes my temples. My eyes are closed and pain stabs them from behind. I felt myself drain into her and none of my limbs work. I can't seem to roll off her. In a worried voice she’s saying over and over
"I'm sorry, I pushed too hard. Please be alright." I black out.
I wake to my head being lifted and something soft being placed under it. As I am lowered again, pain shoots through the front of my head.
"I'm so sorry Paul. I overdid it. I channeled too much power into you." Aysun is leaning over me, breasts swaying back and forth as she checks me over.
"The view is worth it." I croak out and start a coughing fit. She worriedly looks at me.
"Water?" She smiles, takes a drink from a cup she got from somewhere and leans over me, breasts running along my chest. She kisses me gently and pushes a little water into my mouth. I'm sure a small amount of light passes between us and my coughing stops.
"Slowly Love. I did not realize just how much Spirita you had or could take." Her fingers trace the edges of my face and the pain in my head dulls.
"What did you do?" I ask calmly, no concern in my voice.
"I used my ability on you. I meant to only use a little but was overwhelmed." She pauses and grins down at me. "It may not have lasted long, this time, but it certainly helped me. Next time I think I need to be on top. You weigh too much."
"Ability?"
"Spirita Aqua Exchange. It can…enhance...certain feelings and actions. Can be used to powerup Mages and spells. My clan also believes it promotes conception. No-one knows I have it, so please don't tell." Seriousness crosses her face.
"I won't Aysun. Warn a guy next time please."
"Yes Love, I will. Shall I wash you now, seeing as you are at my mercy." I shake my head. "I'm sorry my love, did you want me to start?"
"When will I be able to move?" I ask hopefully as I feel tingling in my limbs.
"As soon as I finish washing you." She soaps up the wash cloth and lathers me up, slowly rubbing my body and limbs. She seems to know what she's doing.
"Do you do this often?" she pauses slightly, then keeps going. I may have hit a nerve. "I'm only asking Aysun, I mean nothing bad by it. It feels nice. Or at least it does, when I can feel it." That gets her smile back.
"I work at a bathhouse on the other side of the river." I see where that can lead and proceed gently.
"On my world being a masseur can be a profitable job. People from all walks of life need a relaxing touch from time to time. Muscle strains and injuries heal faster from it. My sister trained to do it. Mind you she did it on a table her clients laid on. She didn't knock them out on the floor." She smiles brighter.
"Your sister?"
"Yeah, she's a real nature girl. Likes camping in the woods, incenses and calming oils, herbs. That sort of thing. She’s a masseur at a gym - place people train to get fit or better - and looks after athletes. Last I heard she was dating a cricket guy. Guy who plays the sport cricket." My mind wanders and I stare off in the distance.
"Haven't talked to her in a while. Life got in the road. Wonder if I ever will again." Aysun has her hands behind my shoulders and helps me sit up, then sit on the stool. She washes me off and moves around to my back.
"Do you have any family. Clan members you said." I can't see her reactions now, but she doesn't pause this time.
"All dark elves in Kawaba are of the same clan now. Regardless who we were beyond the shieldwall. Or what they did. My aunt and uncle look after me. They run a small restaurant overlooking the river. I should take you." I sit up straighter.
"Honestly that would be nice. Something normal. Not a lot of normal today." I pause. "Do they make coffee?"
"It's their specialty. My clan runs the only farm that grows it in this region. It's how I could buy my way here." Her hands stop on top of my shoulders. I reach up and grab one.
"I don't care about that and you shouldn't worry about it."
"Yes Love. If you come back that is."
"If I come back." We both go quiet.
I wash off and move into the huge tub. It's scalding hot, but I see no flames or pipes. Aysun slides in and notices me looking and feeling the various seats.
"Not all who are chosen are human. Some small, some large. This can be used by all. Magic heating stones keep the water hot. Other stones keep it pure and safe." She points to the wall, at a pattern of 9 tiles different colors to the others. There is another set at the other tub.
"I can adjust if needed?"
"Is it fine for you?"
"I prefer it like this."
"Then I will learn to like it. It'll take a little to adjust." Again, the small smile and I lean back and relax.
"Thank you Aysun. I enjoyed that, both of them. It's been a while."
"I noticed that. No one you care for? Cares for you?"
"Not on my world. Only here." Even in the heat I see her blush. Time to take charge. I stand in the tub. The water comes to the top of my legs. I make my way over and sit down next to her. She startles as I grab her by the waist and put her on my lap, her legs together to one side, facing me.
"Now my turn to be rude. There are only humans on my world. So, I am going to look closely at my Aysun." Her eyes narrow at me.
"Your Aysun."
"Yes, MY Aysun. Now sit still."
I start tracing a finger along her shoulder, going for her neck. Her skin is soft and smooth. I look at her upper arms. I cannot make out any tiny hairs at all, or even pores in her skin. She has no blemishes at all. I trace up her neck. She goes to speak and I place a finger on her mouth silencing her.
"Shh, no talking unless I ask you a question." I raise my eyebrows at her and she smiles, nodding assent.
I trace along her ears. Her pointy ears, like knives coming out of the side of her head. Long, soft and delicate, unlike a humans. She's blushing now, lips quivering. I move my other finger along her lips while I trace from her
ear lobe along to the point. She squirms in my lap, sweat from the hot water beading on her brow.
I stop suddenly, clasp her shoulders and spin her away from me. Then I forcibly drag her back onto my lap, as close to me as possible. I put one arm around her, pinning both of her arms to her body. I jiggle a little, popping her breasts up and over that arm, so they are free. Before she reacts, I breathe into an ear.
"No talking my little Aysun." I nibble on her lower ear and she moans. My other hand plays with her other ear, quickening her breathing as it does so.
"You seem to enjoy that. And it is later now." I pause and gently blow in her ear. "No powers little elfie. Apart from mine. Over you."
She's trembling in my arms now, gasping as I trace and touch her body. I run my free hand down her side, teasing her waist and thighs. I run my fingers to her knees, then trace back along her inner thighs, feeling her squirm against me. My manhood starts to grow, pushing against her. I run my hand up her stomach and then slowly, very slowly, just outside of the nipples. She pushes down on me, trying to push herself onto me, or rub against me.
I lick her ear again and she no longer hides her moans and gasps of pleasure. I release her arms and cup her breasts one by one. She flicks her lavender scented hair past my face and grabs my head again, tongue searching for my mouth. Both hands are twisting her nipples and groping her breasts. Her hands find my member, desperately trying to slide it in. I force open her legs with my own and reach down under her to those firm buttocks. I lift her up and she arcs her back and slowly lowers herself onto me. I reach forward and grasp those breasts, pulling her back so we can kiss.
She takes control by leaning forward, hands down on my legs, bouncing herself up and down. I can feel the tightening spasms of her muscles as they grip me tight. Every time she bottoms out she moans.
