by Pwyll Duggan
"Oh yes Paul. By the gods yes." Our combined pace quickens as I thrust up as she comes down. I lean forward and seize her knees, bringing them up to her chest. I fling her sideways and around to face me, water splashing everywhere in my hurry and push her legs down around me. I hug her tightly to me as she bounces again, grabbing my head in her hands. We both lean forward, smashing mouths and tongues as we bounce up and down.
Her body starts to tense and shake. That tips me close and I grab her hips and slam. A guttural cry leaps from her lips as her head flies back, hair streaming around her. Her breathing turns to panting, gulping for air. She squeezes me so hard I cry out and grip her hips tight, holding her as I release. Her head falls forward onto my shoulder and she looks up at me from there. I move hair out of her eyes and start lightly kissing her face, nose, eyelids then mouth. She weakly responds.
"Fuck me." She says. Between kisses
"Just did." Gets me a weak smile as her eyelids flutter.
"Are you always like this?"
"My ego would say yes. Truly no. I feel as if fire left my body and joined you. I'm not moving for a while."
"Oh no, what ever shall we do?" and she keeps gently kissing. Can’t argue with that. Not at all.
Chapter Five
As the water doesn't get cold, I can't guess how long we stayed like that, lightly kissing snuggled together. I honestly hadn't felt like that for years. Maybe the day I got married. Maybe.
Aysun looked truly calm for the first time, even dare I say, glowing now. Her eyes stayed fully purple and didn't change. It wasn't until a soft knock on the door that we stirred at all.
The door slightly opened, and Rika's voice comes thru.
"Make enough noise in there? Barin is here to fit Paul in all his gear. Aysun leave him alone and get dressed." Miss snarky it is then.
"Other way around Rika. He got me." The joy in her voice plainly evident. A cold "Fine, clothes by the door." Is the only reply. We get up and out of the hot water. Her skin is glistening as she runs her hands over her hair, water dripping out. Whereas I am bright red from the heat, skin going all pruney, hands especially. Aysun looks at me and laughs.
"You look like a dried-out apple, just bright red." I walk past her to the towel I see and slap her bare arse hard, making her yelp. In my part of the world it’s arse, an ass is a donkey and there is nothing horse like about this girl’s butt.
"Watch yourself elfie. I'm bigger than you." She grins.
"You sure are." And winks.
I laugh as I dry myself off. A robe and slippers are at the door for me.
"Any chance for underwear? I really don't like the idea of the robe opening and everything, um, hanging out." She points to basket on a wooden table as she wraps herself back up. I stop to watch, and she nudges me with her foot to get going.
Inside the basket are various forms of underwear. I have no idea with some of them. Odd lengths of cloth, straw parts and others. Then I spot what looks like boxers and I am saved. Silk boxers. I look up to see her staring at me.
"Arachne silk underclothes. They're spider people, make silk from their bodies. Most are good weavers. The village had a Shielder Arachne a decade or three ago. He was the last good one. He survived for years, making his magical silk products and weapons." I look at her at that.
"Weapons?"
"Oh yes. Arachne silk is stronger and more flexible than the best steel. Almost mithril quality and that’s before being enhanced." Her head dips. "Almost nothing left now in the village coffers."
She puts my robe on me, tying the inside clasps and showing me how to tie the belt. Much like those martial arts outfits, gi's or something like that. This one is longer, down to my knees. I'm missing my jeans already. She strokes and straightens my beard, looking up at me.
"You need to cut this off. Or at least trim it."
"I'll get Bunny to do it."
"Really?"
"Um, she likes my hair." Aysun stands back and puts her hands on her hips.
"Behave yourself Shielder. Do you think I'll share you like a common concubine?"
"Maybe like a rare concubine? I am special after all."
"Oh, witty are you. That's my job. Off you go then." And she shoos me to the door.
Bunny is standing outside the door waiting. She doesn't speak and leads me to the front yard where I can see a burly large orc standing on the grass, flexing his bare feet on the grass, a pile of equipment next to him. He's talking to himself.
"Ah, good to get a break now and then. Here's hoping for a good one." The looks up at us as we approach. "Hello there, lad. Barin's the name."
"Paul."
"Howdy then Paul. Let’s see what I can get you in." He picks up a padded black top. It's thick and heavy and not too flexible. Layers of cloth, wool or linen make up the gambeson. It has cross-stitching in squares all over it, keeping everything together. It goes down to my knees and makes me look a little silly. On our earth gambesons are one of the best armors. Properly made they stop and cushion a lot of blows, even stopping arrows from penetrating. Skallagrim and Shadiversity taught me all that on YouTube. So worth watching. Real life armor is totally different to role-playing armors.
Bunny helps me into it easily, her familiarity with the armor is obvious.
"Don't have any heavy armor to go over it. And since I was told you have no experience in armor, like all the others, I won't try to get you to wear the layered leather mail all the troops wear. Ya being not used to it will just get you killed. Maybe later, once you have a few kills under this new belt”.
Bunny buckles on a wide leather belt with a few sheaths attached. Barin continues. "Sheath at your side and back for daggers, hook here for the mace." He passes me a wooden handled mace with a steel ball head. "Simple and easy. No need to align your sword cuts with the edge of a blade. No swords bouncing off then. Just swing and hit. Maybe dodge a bit too. And finally, a short staff I was told." He points to the ground with three laid out starves. One about 6', another with a small head on it at 7' and another at 8' with iron bandings. The last one is the one I choose.
He nudges it with his foot and I lift it off the ground. It's heavy, some sort of hardwood I hope. About inch and a half diameter. A hefty 6 or 7 pounds in weight, about 3 kilos. I grasp one end of it in my right hand, then use my left to guide as I thrust forward. Right arm goes back and forth, and the left goes up and down. High hit, mid hit, low hit. I get used to the weight and give myself a clear space. I start swinging, holding one end. The far end moves fast. I do a few swings and then go overhead and smash the ground. A huge divot goes up and the staff buries the end into the ground. A quick pull and it's free.
"Okay, not a total loss then." Bunny grabs some armored sabatons, shoes with plates at the ankles in this case.
"Leather boots with a little protection." I stay still as Bunny equips them for me, going slowly so I can see what she does.
"Thanks Bunny, I think I can do that next time." I get a smile from her and a look from her dad.
"Anything else?" he says. I think for a bit. "Maybe a few smaller daggers or knives. One for the belt, general purpose and one in the boots for emergency. Small pack with water and food for a few days. Tinderbox. Hardy sack to bring back any weapons I find for you to have. Oh, and a hand shield big enough for me. Straps to hook it all easily to the pack. And easy to use, so if I have to drop it all and run, I can. Even if I don't like that option either." Seeing his look at me. "Best to be prepared."
"You're right there, lad, you're right. I'll go get those and see if I can scare up a shield. I'll have a crossbow and bolts for you tonight. Attached claw loader under it. No-one ever wanted it. Might be a bit tough to load, but it punches through things nicely." I go back to practicing as he has a quick talk to his daughter, slaps her on the back, laughs and heads off. Bunny comes up to me.
"Give me time to change and I'll help you get accustomed to this gear." I give her a thumbs up. She looks at me strangely.
"M
eans awesome, nice, great. A really good yes." She gives me a hesitant thumbs up and disappears inside.
I start practicing. The few hours left in the afternoon won’t make me an expert, or even a novice. But I'll get used to the weight, moving my feet and running with it. I do that a few times across the grass and the pebbled path. Rika is standing on the porch, watching me, tray in hand. At the end of a run I wave to her. I think I even see a smile. I walk over to her, slowly getting used to the gear. She has a cup with water for me.
"Thank you, Rika." I drink and ask her. "Is there a practice ground in the village, so I could train. Or even anything heavy I could hit here?"
"She'll be out in a minute." My face drops at her cold words.
"That's not really nice Rika." She looks a little chastised.
"Sorry, she isn't very lady-like, and my breeding takes over. She's not really built like a lady." I plant the staff down and look at her.
"Bunny is who she is okay? I don't pick on her and you shouldn't either. You are all in this together. Making mean or snarky comments just makes me want to avoid you. Got it?" She looks at me, not saying anything. "Got it Rika?" She sighs.
"You’re controlling me too."
"No, I'm asking you to be nice. That's all. Work with me here. I want to survive. I want to live. And any advantage I can get I will take, where-ever that comes from. Even from you." She looks up at that.
"Yes, you can help me. Even if it's just being nice and lowering my stress. Also, they say you’re the spy master. Be MY spy master. WHEN I get back tomorrow, I'll need you to tell me who the power players in the village and the surrounding areas are, and what I need to watch for. Who I need on my side and what I need to do best for the village. I don't know any of this." I wave my arms around at everything. "You do. You know it all and I need you. Okay?"
"Do you mean that? ALL of that?"
"Absolutely. I have no way I can explain this better. I need your skills. I NEED you to be you. Prove to me that I am not wrong. Dig around, gossip, do what you do. Please? For me?" She's shaking a little, moisture in her eyes and her voice becomes a bit stressed.
"Will you keep my family off me, from controlling me?"
"Is that what you want?" She nods hastily.
"Gods yes."
"I'll play block when you need me too. That means staying here all the time." Her eyes light up. "And doing what we need to get done. You okay with that."
"And the traditions, the lottery?" I sit down.
"They change. I need my support structure to work well. We may have to change a few things." She sits down, undoing part of her kimono to do so. Very un-lady-like.
"I'll need a few things for it to work. Clothes, not being prim and proper all the time." She smiles at me and brushes her fringe back. "Maybe some of the time." She goes.
I grab the necklace at my chest, showing her.
"I need more of these, or something like that. I can see us not having access to this every day. We will at first, then I guess things will get harder." I pause and take a breath. "I'm not so good at languages and this thing is translating so well it even gets slang from my world across, and I am guessing it does the same to you. That's powerful. People will try and take it from us, and that will hurt us if that happens. You understand?"
"More than you know. My turn to get changed. We have things to teach you." Rika takes off into the house at a run as Bunny walks up. Bunny spins to follow Rika as she passes by and is shocked to get a little wave from her. She's now dressed in leather pants, boots and a vest. Her hair is tied up. And she has two sticks in her hands. She throws one to me. "Training time. And it's gonna hurt." And she was right.
An hour later I have a few bruise,s and more embarrassment,
as Bunny beat me at everything we did. Stick fighting turned to shield and mace and then to staff. She taught as she went, hitting my legs and arms to move me into position. Rika reappeared in black cloth pants and Gi. Then she joined in also, teaching very basic forms and acting as a test dummy. She also cheated every chance she got, making me look like a fool. Especially when she flashed me and both girls hit me on the head.
"Ouch."
"Don't stare. She did that on purpose."
"I know that Bunny. But it was distracting."
"Do as Bunny says, think with the correct head." Rika responded, opening her Gi so I could stare.
"Rika!"
"Sorry."
"No, you’re not! I think you broke him, he's not moving."
"I'm not broken. I'm tired."
"Okay - gear off and I'll check it all and get it ready for tomorrow. Rika, get him cleaned up." We both blush. "As I said, get him cleaned up.”
"Yes Mistress." We both say at once and I slowly take off my gear and go inside.
Chapter Six
As Rika and I entered the bath room she turned to me.
"Don't think what happened before gets to happen again with me."
"Of course, Rika, I'll quickly wash and leave. Don't worry about that. Honestly, I'm a bit worn out, so I couldn't be the man that you deserve." That freezes her in place.
"Really? You mean that?"
"That's what I’ll try to be all the time for you - honest. I just hope to get that in return." Her lips squeeze together as if she's thinking hard.
"Okay - you use that tub. And don't you dare look."
"But you already showed me those..."
"ah ah ah...no peaking Shielder!".
I am tired, so I don't even try to look. I wash quickly and then move into the tub to relax. I face the wall and sit down deep, water to my neck, and lean back. I hear the door slide open again and then a quick intake of breath. I raise my hand.
"Not looking. Not turning around. Just relaxing. Don't worry." Then I hear.
"He's been good Bunko, don't worry."
I zone out and relax. Guess it's 4 maybe 5 in the afternoon. No windows that I can look thru, but the sun was still well up when we stopped training. I hear someone get out of a tub and get dressed and leave. Then another gets out as well. I'm surprised when I feel someone get in my tub. My eyes stay closed and I keep leaning back. The water moves around and splashes my face a little as the new person moves closer to me.
I feel a finger touching my shaved head. I swat it away. It happens a second time, and I swat it again.
"Don't. Resting." I say with eyes still closed.
"You’re no fun." Rika says softly.
"I'm a lot of fun. When I want to be." I feel her move closer and start flicking gently at my ears.
"Why shave your head? Were you a Monk?" I laugh a little.
"Nope. It was slowing getting thinner so I thought why not go all the way." She puts two fingers on my scalp.
"You didn't want it longer to cover over the spots?" I laugh a lot at that and she moves her hand back.
"We call that a comb over. It looks horrible and usually very vain. I just didn't care." She feels my scalp again and I grab her hands. Before I know what has happened she has twisted my hand and has one finger in a lock, bent ready to break it.
My eyes shoot open. "That hurts, stop it." I see cruelty and determination in her eyes.
"Make me!" she growls. My other arm grabs her ankle under the water and as she registers the surprise I pull. She slides under the water and starts to struggle. My turn to be mean. I force my arms down on the shoulders and hold as she struggles. I start counting as she starts squirming and hitting me, held under the water.
"1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi 3 Mississippi 4 Mississippi 5 Mississippi." I pull her up by her shoulders. I am in no way gentle about it. Her head bursts thru the water, coughing and spluttering, water flying everywhere.
"You bastard no one treats m..." and before she kicks or punches me, I force her back under, harder this time. I lean a knee down on her as well. I don't like being fucked with.
"1 Mississippi 2 Mississippi 3 Mississippi 4 Mississippi 5 Mississippi 6 Mississippi." I pull her up again. Her shoulders are
going to have bruises. Her head breaches the water and she gulps air and pushes me off her. She slaps my face hard and the kicks me back with both legs, but I hardly move. Her legs wrap around my stomach and she squeezes. Her face has gone dark, vicious and her eyes are cold. Pain shoots up my back as I feel her fingernails dig in to me, then I hiss as her legs start crushing me. I reach and grab her hair in the water and pull her head back. Her turn to hiss, and she struggles to get her head up a little. Her eyes lock with mine.
"More." Quietly passes her lips.
Adrenalin is surging through my veins as the flight-or-fight response kicks in. I can't flee so I fight. Blood screams thru my veins as I let go of her hair to try and grab her legs. She squeezes again and then grabs my scalp. She smashes our heads together, her mouth hungrily searching for mine. My brain finally catches up what is happening, and I attack her mouth back. I push her to the edge of the tub fast, trapping her and getting a grunt. I turn her head and bite at her neck. She unhooks from my stomach and drops down a little. Her hands are now underneath grabbing my cock and shoving in up and into her. I thrust straight up and in.
I thrust and thrust, hammering out of the water as I stand, she’s still locked around my waist, panting and gasping as she lies on the planks outside the tub. I bend over and bite her breasts, getting moans as I attack each one. She latches her claws onto my arms and pulls me deeper into her. We lock wrists and arms together and rock back and forth. She muffles a scream and shudders, head thrashing back and forth but I don't stop. She's gasping for breath with each thrust.
I keep going and feel her clawing my arms again, my hands not letting go of her wrists at all. I pump away as her wide eyes stare at me, her smile all teeth. Suddenly I let her arms go, slap her legs apart and grab her waist. I flip her over, legs dangling in the water and enter her again. I'm rewarded with a moan. I thrust away and grab a bunch of her long hair. More pounding and I feel the tension rise below and pull her hair hard. She moans, and I let go of her hair, grabbing her waist and driving her down on me. I explode inside, tension flowing out of my body, again and again, I hold her waist as she wriggles on the wooden floor, chest heaving in air.
