Love and Shkulaktoss - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Soon they reached the pond, kept clear and clean by a fountain that the druid had enchanted to provide clean, fresh water for any animals she might keep here. As soon as Garauk set his satchel and the lantern aside by the edge of the pond, Katernin tried to pull him into the cool water, but instead he stepped free from her. "Wait," he said, and he turned around and bent over to reach into his satchel. "I have one more thing to show you."

"Your large and hairy ass?" Katernin said with a laugh, watching him as he bent over in front of her. "It's not a sight I'll ever tire of, love, but I've seen it before. Get in the water and help me with this soap, would ye?"

"I bought this from the traders that passed through last week," Garauk said, holding up a brush with a wooden handle. "It's made from boar bristles. I saw it, and thought of your long, beautiful hair at once."

Katernin was touched, but she was also impatient. "Ye have my thanks, love," she said. "With the added notion that we'll take it to that mess atop your own head before the night's done. Now in the water with ye at once. No more delay."

For all that she was naked and bathing with Garauk, the thing that gave Katernin the most pleasure at first was simply getting clean. Among the luxuries she was able to afford as a dwarven princess was fine soap made by humans, which cut through the grease and salts and sweat that caked her skin and hair, and left behind only a faint scent of flowers. She even took her hair down, worked it into a lather, and then ducked her head in the waters of the ponds and allowed Garauk to brush it out for her. As he did, she took more lather from the soap and worked it into his cock and balls, scrubbing him clean, but then taking more strokes than needed along the shaft as it grew straight and hard in her hands.

"Mmm, that feels nice," Garauk breathed. His strokes of the brush in her hair were starting to become erratic.

"Quite right, too," Katernin said, teasing. "I always feel much nicer as soon as I'm clean. She splashed water onto him again, rinsing the lather of the soap off. "Suppose we're done with that, then?"

"Please..." Garauk gasped, "no more teasing, please." His cock was hard, and quivering for more attention.

"Of course," Katernin said, grinning. "I know what ye like." She traced the tips of her fingers over his balls as she led him to a smooth stone on the edge of the pool. "Ye want your bird sucked, don't ye?"

"It'd make me very happy right now, my love," Garauk said. "Please..."

Katernin smiled, then eased Garauk into a seated position on the stone and leaned forward, planting a kiss upon his cock. She had been the one to take his sexual innocence in all ways, but from the beginning he had loved blowjobs, even when Katernin herself was a clumsy dick-sucker with little previous experience. He loved her mouth on his cock, and Katernin enjoyed his response to it so much that she was happy to oblige him. He shivered when she slid his foreskin back and licked gently along the shaft, offering a little kiss on the head where a bead of white fluid had formed.

Katernin knew Garauk was not wanting to be teased any further now. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked, bathing the sensitive underside with passionate, long strokes of her tongue as her cheeks flexed inward and her head bobbed forth. She couldn't take him all the way in, despite long efforts at practicing to do so; her throat always gagged when the head passed her back teeth. But she had learned a way to compensate. She took hold of his shaft near the base, outside of her mouth, and stroked the foreskin up and down, in a rhythm with the swirls of her tongue and the bobbing of her head. Judging by his response, she was becoming quite good at this.

In no time, Garauk was groaning, unable to meet her eyes as he threw his head back and gasped in pleasure. Katernin knew she must have him close to the edge, and she slowed a bit, letting her intensity fall away. He let out a sharp intake of breath, one hand on her shoulder, and hung there, suspended near the peak of pleasure. Katernin stopped, letting him experience it for a moment, and then abruptly renewed her motions with a passion, slathering her tongue over the underside of his cock as she hummed into it and sucked hard.

"Oh, Katernin!" Garauk cried out, and he filled her mouth with burst after burst of thick cum. She bobbed her head, sucking it out of him, letting every drop roll over her tongue as it poured forth from him and he shook with pleasure. She had heard the salty, musky fluid described as bitter and unpleasant, but having grown up enduring the foodstuffs made in the White Mountain Clan, she could offer no complaints. But even if the taste had been disgusting to her, it was his cum, the product of his pleasure, and she loved him. She drew it into her mouth and swallowed it down gladly.

"That was amazing, my love," Garauk said, reaching down to stroke her cheek as her lips slowly slid off of his spent cock. "You are amazing, my beautiful, perfect-"

Katernin wiped a bit of overflow off of her lips and then belched loudly. Garauk stopped, trying not to laugh, but unable to continue his train of thought. Katernin leveled a stare at him, then cocked an eyebrow and smiled smugly. "Go on," she said. "I believe ye were at beautiful, perfect..."

"Very well, then," Garauk said, jumping down into the water. "You want to ruin the mood like that, you nasty wench? It's your turn, now."

Garauk lifted her out of the water, squirming and laughing, then set her up on the stone, spread her legs, and planted his lips on her vulva with no warning or ceremony. Katernin was already wet with more than just the water of the pond, and Garauk's tongue sent a shiver of delight into her as it parted her folds, tracing its way along her inner labia, tickling her inside, drifting upwards tantalizingly, and then swirling down and around again. He would repeat this motion, changing it just when Katernin thought she could guess where his tongue would be, giving her a little surprising jolt of teasing pleasure with each distinct movement. She trembled with anticipation as his tongue drifted around seemingly at random, sliding over every trace of her sensitive pussy, except where she really needed it.

"Oh, Garauk, higher," Katernin called out, and she was surprised by the high, needy whine that her voice had taken on. "Ye know what I want..."

Garauk's tongue traced lightly around the hood of her clitoris, drawing forth a spark of pleasure, before sliding back down. "Something like that, yes?" he said.

"Yes," Katernin said softly, "do it. Stop teasing me."

"Do what?" Garauk asked, his voice soft but with an edge. "Say it."

"Make me come, love," Katernin said. "I want it. I want to feel good."

"Of course," Garauk said, and with one more teasing swirl of the tongue he carried her to the brink. His tongue tantalized her tender clitoris, drawing her pleasure higher and higher still, until then he was on her fully, no longer teasing, no thought of stopping, determined to send her over the edge.

Katernin exploded into orgasm with a wordless cry that rang out through the night. It felt so good! Looking up in to the sky, she felt as though she were falling among the stars, wracked by pleasure so intense that it washed her away from the earth's surface and into the heavens. She felt she could float there forever among the stars, locked in blissful passion with Garauk, like one of the old heroes or gods of legend: two lovers whose forbidden love continued eternally in the night sky. She felt weightless as she threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy before falling breathless upon the stone, still shaking as pleasure rippled through her body, driven through her by the exquisite strokes of Garauk's tongue. Finally, when she could take no more, he withdrew from her.

"That seemed... intense," Garauk said, a certain amount of pride in his smile as he looked over her nude, shaking body.

"Fuck me," Katernin gasped. "If ye're ready again, then just fuck me. I need it..."

"I believe I can rise to the occasion," Garauk said cockily. He positioned himself at her entrance and gave his cock a few strokes so that it returned to full hardness, then drove forth into her.

Garauk was fairly big; his cock was as thick as any that Katernin had experienced, and longer as well. But she was so turned on right now, so wet and open, that she took him in easily. Once he had driven his cock inside her, he leaned over her, and she pulled him down into a fierce kiss, tasted herself on his lips, and didn't care. He was thrusting into her, trying to remain gentle at first, but the sense of passion and urgency flowing over both of then soon put a stop to that. Soon it was his hips slapping hers, his cock thrusting wetly into her pussy again and again, making her quiver with delicious pleasure and tension, and sending a trickle of her juices down the crack of her ass and over the sensitive hole there.

A shift in angle carried his cock over the inner wall just behind her clitoris, and when he thrust into her again and again like that, Katernin found herself going over the brink again. She cried out in passion once more as her pussy fluttered with waves of pleasure, enraptured by the cock thrusting into her, and the body of her beloved in such close contact with hers. She grabbed at him for some sort of stability, felt the rippling muscles of his lean body, the cords of his arms, the ridges of his abdomen, and the angled slopes of his shoulders as they rose to meet his neck all smooth and pure beneath the tips of her trembling fingers while her pussy erupted in unrestrained, delightful feelings.

Even as the initial intensity of the orgasm left her, Garauk's thrusts and touches continued to suspend her in a dull haze of pleasure with rippling aftershocks that rose up through it and threatened to consume her again. Soon she was back on the edge, clinging to him, rocking back against him as well as she could as his cock rubbed along her most sensitive places with each of his yearning thrusts. Then he thrust into her with a final cry, his cock providing steady pressure behind her clitoris, throbbing inside her as he gasped and filled her with liquid warmth. That sent her over the edge at the same time, and for the first time she shared his orgasm, coming with him in an embrace of pure pleasure and love.

Finally, Katernin came back down to earth once more. A further sheen of sweat now covered her, and muscles that she hadn't taxed during her day's work were now nonetheless wracked with cramps as well. She was exhausted, well-fucked, and truly happy, and in the dim light of the lantern Garauk stared down at her affectionately.

"Dare I ask once more," Katernin said with a breathless smile, "upon this moment, of all moments... what ye're thinking now?"

Garauk chuckled. "Only that... you have really pretty boobs." He reached up and gave one of her round breasts a gentle squeeze.

Katernin laughed and squirmed, but couldn't find the leverage in her position to throw a playful punch at him, and the attempt only sent a pang through her sensitive, well-fucked pussy. "Ye perverse cheeky bastard!" she scolded.

"I'm sorry," Garauk said with a broad smile. "I wanted to instead speak all these tender expressions of love, but it sprang to mind, and I... just couldn't help myself."

"Ye might have tried harder," Katernin said, trying to keep her scowl from breaking out into a smile.

"What I was actually thinking," Garauk said, "was how much I love you." He leaned forward and kissed her softly, his softening cock still buried inside her to the hilt.

Nearby, the grass rustled.

Continued in Chapter 5