Terrible Company - Chapter 12 - Part 2

Chapter 12 - Part 2

"I told you it wouldn't work," Katsa said as they hobbled along; each of them varying degrees of dirty, disheveled and bleeding.

"Well 'ow was Ah s'posed t'know tha'?"

"If temporarily changing the shape of an enemy to something very small was that useful, don't you think I'd be doing it all the time?"  Katsa folded her arms in haughty disapproval.  "I would literally use that to solve every single problem."

"Ah jus' though' i' would be easier ta-"

"Every. Single. Problem."  The Arcanist glared furiously while Mathilda rolled her eyes.  "Why don't you leave the magic to me next time?"

"And me!" Ivy said brightly.

Katsa groaned in exquisite frustration.

"So are we just not going to talk about it?" Ayen asked.

"Nope," the dwarf said, as she took Val's bleeding forearm in glowing hands.  

Val never once flinched or looked away from Ivy's manuscript.  Her lips twitched, nearly forming words, as she read.  "Who else?"

"What am I going to lose if you try to fix a headache?" the half-elf sniped.  "A little bit of eyesight?  Feeling in my cheek?  Ooo!  The ability to taste salt?"

 Mathilda rolled her eyes as she gripped his temples.  

Ayen blinked experimentally and looked side to side as the glow faded from around his head.

"Yer welcome," the dwarf griped.  " ow abou' you, lass?"

"I'm fine," Ivy said brightly.

"Are we seriously not going to talk about it?"

"Talk abou' what?" Mathilda snapped.  " 'ow tha' miserable bastard ain' gonna le' ye go til he's done with ye?"

"Yes!"

"Welcome to the club," she said.

"Are we maybe jumping to conclusions a bit?" Katsa asked.  "I mean, couldn't that branch breaking have been a coincidence?"

"Well what about the troll?" he fired back.

"We were screwed as soon as she found us in that net," Katsa said.

"That net was fun!"

"You deciding later," Katsa continued, "to storm off, was doomed from the start.  No!  From before the start!"

"Fine," Ayen snapped, coming to a stop with his arms folded across his chest.  "I'm not going one step further."

"Okay," Mathilda sang, "but tha' fire's gonna be here faster than ye thin'."

Val finally looked up from Ivy's manuscript and looked back.  "Another forest fire?"  She glared down at Katsa disapprovingly.  "Really?"

"What!" the arcanist shrieked defensively.  "What do you want me to do?"

"Maybe not use fireballs."

"It's my element!  Literally!"

Ayen stubbornly stood still while the rest of them continued on, but when he turned around to see the flames spreading out every direction and starting to encircle him, he found his motivation to keep moving.

"We're not done with this conversation," he said, as he rejoined the group.

---

"We should probably stop here," Ivy said, as she looked up at the fading light of day.

"Great idea," Katsa barked.  "Just great.  No one else but you could have spotted that this was a suitable campsite."

Ivy beamed.

"Ah'll ge' th' wa'er," Mathilda said, as she set down her pack.  She slung the empty water skins over her shoulder and stepped warily between some sinister-looking oak trees.  Halfway down the sloped hill, she heard gentle rustling behind her and sighed.  Only one member of the group was that light on their feet.

"Hey," Ayen hissed.  "Hey!"  He caught up to her and matched her pace through the brush, though she remained indifferent to his presence.  "Are we seriously not allowed to leave you?"

Mathilda looked back over her shoulder and snickered.  "Didja think Rhogan would come down and claim yer soul if Ah got more'n ten yards away from ye?"

"I don't know how this works!" he yelled back.  "I've never had a God target me for anything!"

"Relax," she said. "We've spli' up b'fore. The tricky par' comes with inten'."

Ayen looked up as the wheels turn in his head.  "So I can go as far as I want as long as I have the intention of coming back."

"If 'e's smart, an' 'e is, 'e won' trus' ye farther than Ah can throw ye."  After a moment, she added, "Come t' think onnit, 'at's pro'bly abou' ten yards."

"How are you so calm about this?"

"Tha' fucker 'as been order'n me around fer near twenty years. Of course Ah fought agains' i' fer a while, bu' a' this poin' Ah'm jus' tired of i'.  'alf th' time, I ne'er even find ou' why 'e 'as me do wha' 'e 'as me do."

"Are you serious?"

"Go 'ere, go there.  Save this faceless arse bu' let tha'n die."

"Sometimes you're supposed to let them die?"

"Oh yeah," Mathilda said, nodding.  "Can' all live f'rever, can we?"

Ayen frowned as he walked.

"Poin' is," she said, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder, "ye can go back now."

Ayen continued frowning.

"Oy."

"What?" Ayen said, startled.

"Ye don' 'ave t'come."

The half-elf blinked, and then frowned again.  "No way you can throw me ten yards."

Mathilda stopped on the spot and threw down her water skins.  "Wanna be'?"

---

Val looked up from her whetstone and handaxe with surprise at seeing Mathilda and Ayen returning more or less together, though the wary stares they were giving each other felt just about right.  She had no good guesses as to why there were leaves sticking out of the neck of the thief's shirt or blades of grass in his hair.  Val shook her head and went back to trying to grind out a particularly gnarly bite near the tip of the edge.

Katsa, on the far side of the campsite, looked up from her work.  "Did y-"

"I win!" Ivy shouted, throwing her arms up into the air.

The arcanist took a deep breath and shook her head while Val tried in vain to refrain from laughter.  "Did you get it?"

Mathilda pulled a small, stoppered jar from her pocket and tossed it casually.  

The blonde shrieked as she tried to get her flailing, uncoordinated hands under the arcing glass, and shrieked again when it bounced off of her finger.  The vial landed harmlessly in the dirt, rolling only a slight distance before Katsa scrabbled over to it and scooped it up with a grumble.

Mathilda set down her load, opened up her pack, and knelt down next to it for several minutes removing and reinserting different bottles.  

Ivy lovingly tended to the pot boiling over the fire.  

When Ayen sat down next to her with Ivy's book in his hands, Val nodded and returned to her work.  

It was quiet.  Peaceful.  Ivy ladled out the stew, and it was good.  They'd completed a job with minimal hazard, and were going to get paid.  For a little while, Val almost forgot who she was with.

Her time with ShieldArm Inc. had been, in retrospect, idyllic.  Sure, it had been fraught with danger.  Sure, there had been torrid romances between the group members that threatened the very fabric of their friendships, and by association, their unity and cohesiveness.  Sure, they'd had bad luck, but the worst luck they'd ever had paled in comparison to a typical day with Terrible Company.  Sometimes she felt like she'd been spoiled.  She'd had it so good the first time around.  How could anything measure up to her time with the most storied group of adventurers in history?

Even as she sat there, drunk on fading glory, it wasn't hard to admit that she was happier now.  She couldn't explain why, but she knew it for truth.  Perhaps it was the challenge.  Perhaps it was the banter.  Perhaps it was the blonde.  She couldn't say.  She nodded when Mathilda handed her a bottle, and savored the way it chased the rabbit in the stew.  She and Ayen shared one while the dwarf and the blonde shared another.  Ivy, as President, was entitled to a bottle all to herself.

"So," Val said, leaning in a little closer to Ayen but pitching her voice where everyone could hear.  "Whaddya think, 'Captain'?"  She punctuated her question with a gentle, nudging elbow.

Ayen slowly looked up from the manuscript, though he kept his eyes on the dirt around them.  "Well I'm not quite done yet," he said neutrally.  "But so far it's very... imaginative."

Ivy beamed.

"Oh come, 'Captain'.  You must have some thoughts."

"Why do you keep calling him that?" Ivy asked.

"I mean, come on."  Val looked at Mathilda for support, but the dwarf was playing it cool behind a bottle.  "He's Captain Longcock."

"No, silly," Ivy laughed.  "The Captain is a fictional character.  I made him up."

"Sweetie, we're all in your book."

"I promise," Ivy said, holding her palms up to the sky.  "I was guided by the muse."

"The curiously-short First Mate Minnie Thunderbottom?"

"Fer wot i's werth," Mathilda said, "Ah approve o' tha'."

"I'm clearly Galstaff," she said, pointing between her thighs.

"It's pronounced Gaul-staff."

Mathilda burst into giggles, and immediately started waving her hands wildly as if to fend off any implication that she found anything anyone was saying to be humorous.

"And the coxswain over there-"

"I don't want to know," Katsa said, without looking up.

"Ooooooooh!" Val laughed.  "No no!  Kat!  Wait til-"

"Seriously.  I don't care."

"You're gonna love it!"

"I don't know," Ayen said distantly, as his eyes pored over the last page. "I mean, I think she should wait to see it until you have a chance to resolve a few more of these loose plot threads."

"Oh?" Ivy said, genuinely pleased with the prospect of some critical feedback.

"Well the real heart of this thing is the slow-building romance between you and Longcock."

Ivy smiled and shook her head.  "I'm not-"

"Right," he laughed.  "Sorry.  Between Captain Longcock and Majora Willowbreast."

"Majora..."  Katsa bit down on her tongue and shook her head vigorously.  "Nevermind."

"At first glance," Ayen continued, "it seems like you have no interest in Longcock."

"Not me," Ivy corrected patiently.  "Majora. And no. She doesn't."

"Sure. But he keeps coming back and she keeps letting him in."

"Well she's a prisoner on his ship," Ivy said. "She can't really lock him out."

"No, but she doesn't want to either!"

"She doesn't?"

"No," Ayen said hungrily. "What I'm getting from this is that you-uh-she wants him to conquer her. She wants him to bring her unrivaled pleasure over and over."

"Too much," Mathilda said, shaking her head.

"Look. It's really Longcock's own fault for failing like he does. He's clearly making missteps along the way, but have you given any thought to what it is that he could be doing right to win her over?"

"What do you mean?"

Ayen flipped back a few pages and ran his tongue from left to right between his lips.  "Ok.  Here in Chapter 2, when Galstaff is trying, and she's squeezing Willowbreast's nipples-"

"Uh huh," Ivy said, nodding.

"-and you said that it was 'too rough'... What is the right amount?  I mean, are your nipples overly sensitive?  Should I be very tender with them?"

Ivy squinted as she thought.  

Beyond her, Katsa looked like she was on the verge of going nova until Mathilda leaned over and whispered in her ear.  

Val laughed and shook her head.

"How about pinching and rolling clockwise versus counterclockwise?  Do you notice a difference?"

"Whaddya thin'?" Mathilda murmured, and Katsa nodded vigorously.  "Head on down.  I'll be righ' behind."  

The arcanist quietly unfolded her legs and stalked off toward the brook.  Mathilda waited for a moment, watching after her with a smile.

"What about spooning afterwards?" Ayen asked.  "Are you pro?  If so, what's the right amount?"

"Lass," Mathilda said, interrupting.  

Ivy turned.  

"Ah'm abou' to drive Katsa ou' of 'er mind.  Would'ye like to observe an' take notes?  Fer yer book?"

"I'd love to!" Ivy squealed.

Mathilda sneered at Ayen as she waited for the bard to stand.  "Alrigh'.  Now, she won' be too pleased ta have 'n audience, bu' hang back fer a minute, follow mah lead, an' she won' care once Ah got my 'ands on'er.  Or in'er."

"Bold," Ayen whispered, as the other two stepped through the bushes. "I did not expect that."

Val chuckled as she turned her attention to her blade and started sharpening again.  The smooth grind of the whetstone and the clear ring of the well-tempered steel gave a calming tingle that flowed across her scalp and down the back of her neck.  "That was a good try," she said with a smile.

"I'll get there," he said confidently, as he looked back down at the pages.  "It's all here, whether she knows it or not."

"If what's in those pages can be trusted, what she wants is for you to literally just take her by the hair and fuck her regardless of what she says."

"I'm sure that's what it looks like to the untrained eye," he said, smirking through her raucous laughter, "but there's a less rape-y solution here too."

"And let's be honest.  You couldn't overpower her if you tried."

"What?"

"She has two inches and forty pounds on you."

"First of all, only a complete amateur would need to resort to force.  Where's the challenge in that?"

"I think my point is that it's too much of a challenge and that's why you're avoiding it."

"Second of all," he continued, glaring at her out of the corner of his eye, "do I need to remind you that rape is wrong?  How would you like it if I just came over there and forced my way inside of you."

Val stared at him flatly, but could only keep a straight face as long as he could.  Once his expression broke, the two of them descended into crying laughter.

"Yeah," he said, voice high-pitched as he wiped a tear from his eye.  "Brute force is not my forte."

"I mean, do you even know how to use those daggers you carry?"

"Not even a little," he laughed.

"Every time you draw them, I'm afraid you're going to break your wrist if you actually hit anything."

"I... I... I probably would."  He shook his head, wiping at his eye again, and drank the last of the bottle Mathilda had given them.  "Promise you won't tell?"

"I promise."

"I have a reputation to uphold."

"Oh suuure," Val said, nodding facetiously.  "Can't have it getting around that yer soft."

"I'd be ruined."

"You know, you never did get around to telling me who it is you have good standing with."

Ayen looked over at her quizzically.

"You know... when we were in... oh Gods, what was that town called.  Gahlston?"

"Uhhhh," he said, squinting.

"Right after we fucked in that tavern."

"I definitely remember the sex," he said, chuckling.

"Yeah, remember?  After?  You dragged me back there to loiter on his property and vandalize his window?"

Ayen made a noise in his throat, with his brow furrowed and lips pressed together tightly.  "I..."

"And you were pretending to be drunk."

"What?!" Ayen cried.  "How did you know?"

"AHA!"  Val pumped a fist triumphantly.  "I didn't until just now."

"Fuck!"

"I knew I was drinking too frequently!"

Ayen grinned, somewhere between sheepish and quite pleased with himself, and nodded.

"Does that mean I went toe-to-toe with Tilly in a drinking game?"

"If she has as much to drink as you can stand before you even start?  Sure!"

Val nodded as she leaned back into the tipped-over tree trunk behind them.  She took great pleasure in watching him stand up, in his walk and the way he bent over Mathilda's pack.  He came back with a bottle in each hand and a smile.

"Can I ask you something?"  He handed her the clear bottle with the green fluid inside.

"Sure."

"You said you were going to let him 'be your first'."

Val nodded as she took a swig.

"So you've never, like, had someone else..."

He trailed off and resorted to crude hand gestures, and Val laughed.  She could feel her cheeks coloring slightly as she licked her lips.  "Katsa uses a couple fingers every, uh.... Every... sometimes."

"But that's it?"

"That's it," she said with a gasp, as she pulled the bottle from her lips.

"Do you ever think about it?"

"Well," Val said, sitting up a little straighter.  "Well, well, well."

"What?"

"Look at you."

"What!" Ayen repeated, higher, recoiling ever so slightly.

"I don't know.  I just... had you pegged as a catcher."

"Yeah, well... I had you pegged as a pitcher."

Val nodded and stared off into the twilight.  "I think that I'd probably have had a much different experience if I'd grown up around other orcs.  I'm not actually that big, relatively speaking."  She took another swig.  "In fact, I've never met another orc smaller than me."

"But you're huge!" Ayen gasped.

"I never get tired of that reaction."  Val shifted, adjusting her legs to accommodate the restrictiveness of her pants.

"But do you though?  Think about it?"

Val nodded slowly, taking another long sip from the half-empty bottle.

"I'm something of a switch myself, although I've never been on the receiving end with another lover so much as I am with you."

"Is that what we are?" Val said, smirking.  "Lovers?"

"Fuckbuddies is such a tactless word."

"I don't know," the big orc said.  "Sounds closer to the truth to me."

"Maybe that's because you've spent too much time fucking and not enough time loving it."

Val pursed her lips and chuckled through a slow breath.  The way he kept his gaze steady and even, on her, was distracting.  She wanted to laugh off the attention.  It was easier to laugh off and keep things strictly physical.

"How did it feel with a couple fingers?"

"...Good," she said, shifting her legs again as her shaft reached a problematic level of stiffness.  

Ayen reached over and tugged playfully at the drawstring of her breeches.  

Had she been less drunk, she would have acted on the urge to grab his wrist and pull him onto her lap.  To take control and own the moment.  Own the action.  Passiveness was a trait that had never served her well in battle.  She knew, even as she watched the loops of the knot in her waistcord coming apart, that that was normally the moment where she took over.  Any second, she was going to stop him and assert herself, but that's the thing about alcohol; it only gives you the courage to do the things you wanted to do anyway but wouldn't or couldn't for whatever reason.

Passiveness had not been of much use growing up either.  When she'd been very young, and the size difference between her and the other human children in her village had been small, she'd had many friends, but those numbers dwindled over time.  Especially once puberty hit.  She'd waited patiently, like her mother and father had thought, for some of the boys to notice how pretty she was.

But the boys had been intimidated by her size.  Increasingly so, as time went on.  The girls in her village remained friends with her somewhat longer, usually until they were paired off with a boy.  They all reached a certain age where the expectation was for them to be courted, and that the courting was expected to lead to marriage, and the marriage would lead to them taking over some or all of one of their parents' farms.  Once they'd been paired off, the girls often found less and less time to play.  A few admitted that their suitors hadn't wanted them spending time with her, but most just were perpetually 'busy'.

Her last friend in the village had come to her, crying, in the middle of the night.  Orra had been a quiet mouse of a girl.  Funny, but shy.  Her parents had arranged a marriage for her, fearing that she would never find a husband of her own, and had forbidden her from seeing Val.  It was Orra who kissed her first.  It was Orra who tearfully admitted to being so confusingly turned on by Val.  It was Orra who confessed to finding Val's physique so attractive, so desirable, as to consider defying family and tradition.

It was Orra who had begged Val to penetrate her.  To bend her over and fuck her senseless.  To take her like a man would.  And Val did.  She got a taste of something that would occupy much of her adult life and she wanted more, but the following morning, at dawn, Orra went back to her future.  Val left town shortly after, quietly, determined to make things happen for herself, but a part of her had always held out hope for that moment when a man would look her in the eye and want her for her.

She knew Ayen's motives were not so pure as that.  Yes, he wanted her, and yes, he was clearly attracted to her, but she knew Ayen's attention was fleeting at best.  And yet, as he loosened her breeches almost completely... and reached inside of her pants and touched her... Val wanted it too.  She groaned as he took her shaft firmly in hand.  She shivered when his nimble fingertips found her opening wet, already wanting for him.

He didn't say anything as he turned onto his knees beside her.  The hardening ridges in her shaft rippled beneath the skin.  One hand continued working up and down, pumping slowly, while the the index finger of the other probed her slick channel.  Simultaneously testing her and arousing her.  Val watched each knuckle slip inside of her with wonder and amazement.

"Are you ready for another finger?"

Val nodded.  The feel of his two fingers, thicker somewhat than Katsa's, made her shudder even as they were just beginning to push down.  The sensation on its own was stunning.  Jaw dropping.  

Ayen smiled as he explored; slowly and with great deliberation.  Pushing all the way down to the webbing and then pulling out.  It was always surreal to watch her shaft be penetrated after so many years of only being the penetrator.  Val gasped as she was stretched, feeling the strain a little less every time.  Even though she kind of liked the strain.

"I don't," Val stammered.  "I... I don't know what to do with my hands."

He smiled, nodding.  "You can touch yourself if you'd like.  I'm just taking my time here.  Don't want to go too fast."

Val took a few deep breaths.  Her skin felt flushed.  Radiating, and radiant.  She shifted forward, sitting up more straight, and reached around herself.

"You get that side," he said.  

Val twisted to her right to loosen the fasteners on her side, and gave a sigh of relief when she felt the two on her left come free.  Together, they lifted the molded leather chestpiece over her head, and Val quickly pulled the hooded undershirt off by herself.  Her tousled black hair wasn't long enough to reach past her brow and, though she could feel that it was out of place, her concern for it was distant and fleeting.  Especially fleeting when she realized how hard and sensitive her nipples were.

He ran a few fingers back through his hair, collecting behind his ear what had otherwise been covering his cheek.  He was pretty.  Val liked that he was pretty.  Part of her thought that was making it easier for her to accept him.  If he had been taller, or more rugged, she would have needed him to overpower her, but like he was there was no threat.  Instead, she could just relax and enjoy the feel of his fingers and the increasingly-fun-to-look-at bulge running down his pant leg.

Val bit down on her lip as she leaned back against the tree.  Her fingertips rolled the tips of her dark green areolae back and forth, squeezing them gently between the pads.  Her nipples were more sensitive than she liked to let on.  Only Katsa, of all the women in her life, had discovered that fact.  Others before the arcanist had assumed a more common level of responsiveness, but Val was fairly certain that if she simply played with her breasts long enough, she could achieve an orgasm.

"Are you ready?" he asked.  

Val nodded, panting slightly.  

He stood up, stripping off his clothes as he continued.  "I'm not sure what angle orcs use to make this work, but I think if you stay there, just like that, I can... "  He yanked off his boots and tossed them to the side, and Val gave a soft gasp as he pulled down his pants.  

She'd known Ayen was long.  She had been pretty sure that he was longer than she was, and now she knew for sure.  Her shaft was, of course, much thicker, and her right hand immediately drifted down to stroke herself.

He planted his right knee beside her hip, and stepped over her middle.  Left foot planted on the ground, so that he was sort of straddling her.  Her clit, at the tip of her shaft, nearly reached up to his balls.  

Val found herself staring them, focused on them, as she stroked herself a little more.  Ayen's body was slim, and not altogether different from Katsa's except for their genitals.  Though his cock, hard and reddened from blood flow, would soon be the main attraction, Val took a moment to appreciate the magnificent shape of his balls.  Swollen sacs of flesh, hairless and smooth.  Not unlike a miniature pair of breasts.

He braced himself on her shoulder while he stroked himself with his left hand.  His tongue ran back and forth over his lips as he drew back his hips.  

Val pushed down on her shaft as well, aiming it toward him to help align them.  Her hand slid up around the tip, and she pinched at her shaft slightly to widen the gape.  Her stomach did somersaults as she stared at them tip to tip.  There was no way he was going to fit inside of her.  His cockhead was not that much narrower than her shaft.

The unspoken fear that she wouldn't be big enough to fit him turned her on just that much more.

"There we go," he crooned, as he guided his head into her opening.  Working the tip in shallow circles to smear her overflowing fluid.  She had always taken it for granted that she could generate so much fluid, enough to ejaculate if she squeezed just right, and only right then realized she was going to need every drop of it.  "There we go.  There weeee-heee-heeee..."

"Oh fuck," Val groaned, as the flared head of his cock disappeared inside of her.  "Oh Fuck."  Her right hand stayed at her shaft, keeping it lined up, and as much as she wanted to continue playing with herself, her left hand came up to cover her mouth.  Partly to hide her slack-jawed expression and partly to muffle the silent screams.  Nevermind that they were silent.

Ayen's eyes were wide as his hips drove forward, both of them keeping a hand in place to guide.  Neither of them trusting Mother Nature to handle the mechanics.

"Oh Fuck!"

Both of them were riveted, staring down in awe as Val's shaft swelled around him.  Becoming thicker around than it had ever been.  It was almost more than she could get her hand around, and Val was the first to pull her hand back.  One by one, the ridges along the side of her shaft became even more prominent, standing out through her green and pink skin like displaced ribs.  Each one a cord of muscle.  

Val whined higher and higher.

Ayen only stopped thrusting when his hand, wrapped around the middle of his shaft, came to rest against her clit.  She clamped both hands over her mouth, toes curled tightly into the balls of her feet, while Ayen caught his breath.

"You're a little afraid," he said, seemingly infinitely more composed than her.  

Val nodded absently.  She could not tear her eyes away from the place where their bodies came together.  

"You're afraid that it won't go back."  Again, she nodded.  "You're afraid, and yet, you couldn't stop yourself right now if you tried.  Because it feels too good."

Val nodded again.  

Ayen chuckled and ran his tongue along the tips of his teeth. He moved his left hand down to his knee for balance, and worked his hips slowly.  In a circle.  Down and forward, and then back and up.  Their shafts moved together, staying coupled.  His cock tightly embraced by her shaft.  The strain of two of his fingers had been amazing.  This was...

This is what I do to her, Val thought, recognizing the frantically-overloaded sensations of her nerves.  She carefully filed away the realization that even when she was with Ayen, she couldn't help but think of the sour little mage.  My sour little mage.

"Deeper," she grunted.  "Go deeper."  Ayen smiled and slid forward, and they groaned together.  In unison.  She moved her left hand to rest gently against his hip, not to prevent him or slow him but to feel the rhythm of it.  To connect with it.  Her right hand came away from her mouth too, though her jaw had not lifted yet, and rested against the center of her chest above her breasts.  "Deeper."

The half-elf blew out a long, slow breath through pursed lips as his cock slid further and further into her.

Suddenly, she gasped.  Underneath the base of her shaft, at the smooth level of her groin, Ayen's cockhead pressed against something; her vulva; the true vaginal opening.  She knew it would yield to him, but the shock of finding another layer inside of herself was... warmly thrilling.  Val loved her body.  Her head rolled back into the tree, and she let out a long, throaty moan as he penetrated her completely.  Her clit sang from the pressure of pressing into his groin.

"Is that ok?" he asked, voice pitched low.

"Yes!" she screamed.  "More!"

His fingers clamped around her shoulder, and Val moaned again as Ayen thrust in earnest.  It was loud.  Loud and wet; two adjectives Val thought all sex should have in abundance.  His hips worked up and down, driving that magnificent cock into her over and over and over.  The feel of his flared head stretching that opening each time it passed in and out of her core had her filling the night sky with song.

She wasn't sure if the wind had changed or what, but suddenly the smell of her own arousal hit her like a tidal wave.  Her achingly-hard nipples begged for attention, and she was a slave to their plea.  She pinched them both, and again harder.  Painfully hard.  Deafeningly hard.  Blindingly hard.  Her orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning.  Val bucked and twitched, losing almost complete awareness of herself, though she knew vaguely that Ayen never stopped or slowed once.  In fact, he seemed to be gaining momentum and force.

Not that she couldn't handle it.  In fact, once she was able to pry her eyelids apart and the stars stopped dancing in front of her eyes, she found she really wanted him to push her.

"Harder," she growled, feeling a primal surge within herself.  Something deep inside that had been dormant all her life.  "Harder!"

Ayen grunted with effort.  He shifted his right knee further out to give himself better leverage, but there was a limit to what he could do from that angle.  The sound of his cock repeatedly plunging into her echoed through the woods.

"Harder!!"

She gave him no time to make good on her demand.  She wrapped her hand around his throat, driving him back and to his side in an arc.  His cock pulled free from her shaft with a loud schloop, and he fell back against the tree while Val was rising away from the same.  His arms and legs were a tangle of lanky obstacles between her and her goal.  

She moved quickly on her knees to be in front of him, pushing his back flat against the tree and deflecting his arms.  She grabbed his ankles and lifted them up above his shoulder.  

Ayen squealed as he tried to brace himself, and Val's full-throated growl did nothing to stop his squirming.

"Line it up!" she roared.  

Ayen scrambled to get control of his arms, and reach around behind his thighs to grab their shafts with one hand each.  

Fluid was pouring out of her, dribbling onto his shaft, balls, and lower abs, and she loved it.  She loved the way his skin flinched and twitched from the heat of it, like wax from a candle.

Ayen's eyes popped as he stared into the gape he had wrought.  His hands quivered as he angled her shaft down, and his away to meet her.  His head slid inside of her with greater ease, though the feeling of being full was just as enticing.

Just as alluring.

Val hooked one booted foot around the ankle of the other, her pants having only sagged as far as the tops of her thighs, and slid her knees slightly farther apart.  She let go of his ankles and planted her hands on the tree just over his shoulders, and his feet came down to rest on hers.  Shock and awe danced through his features as she leaned over him.  Her body, down the line of her back, was nearly diagonal from her knees to her shoulders.  The bark of the tree cracked as her nails dug into it, and she set her arms firmly in place.

The best part of their position, Val thought, was that the lengths of their shafts made it so that there was room between their bodies, and when she started thrusting, that gave her breasts room to move too.  Val loved the way her breasts moved.  Her thrusting was a sinuous coiling motion, middle section extending toward him and pulling back.  Muscles in her back and abdomen, thighs and ass, working in rhythm.  Furious rhythm.  Thunderous rhythm.  Her shaft swallowed his to the hilt over and over, coming nearly halfway out before slamming back down.  The top of his cheeks, the backs of his thighs, and his tender pouch were awash in her fluid, as more came flushing out of her with every push.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes stretched out.  

Val was shocked at Ayen's stamina.  She could feel how turned on he was.  She could see the way his lids fluttered.  She knew how hard she could squeeze him.  Was squeezing him.

On and on.  Distantly, Val thought she could hear Katsa's voice too, and that made her smile.

As much as watching her breasts sway beneath her pleased her, Val knew there was a path to more.  "Grab my nipples," she snarled.  

Ayen's quick hands had no trouble grabbing hold of the diamond-hard tips of her wildly-bouncing breasts, and Val howled at the way he pulled.  At the way just keeping that part of her breast locked in place, against the way the rest of her body was moving, ignited her.  

"Fuck!  Fuck!!"

Ayen gave each of them a sharp twist, in opposing directions, and Val exploded.  

She threw her head back and cried into the night.  Her body writhed and twitched, muscles spasming faster than her conscious mind could fathom.  

Ayen squealed, red-faced beneath her, pulling on her dark green nipples like the reins of a horse he was desperately trying to stop.

"Oh Gods," Val moaned, squeezing every muscle tightly as she arched back and away.  "Ooooh Gods!"  Her cream flowed, thicker now, around his cock on nearly all sides.  "Ooooh fucking Gods!"

After several long, glorious seconds, the half-elf let go of her nipples, and Val slowly sat back on her heels.  For every little bit she sat back, a little more of his cock pulled out of her meaty sleeve, until just his head and a little more were still inside of her.  His cock had a pearly white sheen covering the lengthy of it, with globs of it gathered near the base and around his balls.  

Val smiled as she panted, and ran her fingers through her hair.  The way he was smiling at her, looking her body up and down... Val had never felt more beautiful.

He was still hard.

"Did you cum yet?" she asked.  

Ayen shook his head, though he only stopped staring at her sweat-covered form long enough to make brief eye contact.

 She was perfectly drunk, feeling that light buzz and the flexibility it gave to reality.  "Do you want to?"  She knew it for a dumb question even as she asked, but found that the enthusiasm with which he answered, albeit non-verbally, was entirely satisfying.  She flexed her core muscles, squeezing everything from the top of her abs down to the top of her thighs, and delighted in the way he jumped.  The way his breath caught.

Val leaned forward slightly, keeping her hips and shaft where they were, and took the exposed part of his cock in hand.  "Would you like to cum inside me?" she asked, smirking playfully as she moved her hand very slowly.  Stroking.  The palm of her hand was immediately and completely slick.

"Y-yes," he said, voice a little unsteady as he shuddered, "but..."

She caught her lip between her sharp canines and smiled.  Stroking him slowly, with a light grip that dragged and stretched the skin along his marble length.  Veins throbbed beneath her fingers.  She liked the aesthetic of veins.  Her own ridges were different.  Not better or worse, in her opinion; merely different, but she definitely liked veins.

"But?" she said, feeling her cheeks flush.

"Can I pop your other cherry too?"

Val blinked, stunned though her hand continued to travel up and down his shaft.  "You want to-"

"Yes," he said eagerly, leaning forward as he interrupted her.  His eyes lit up.  "I mean, I'm assuming you're still a virgin back there.  If you'd never even done this before..."  He brushed his fingers across the back of her hand as she stroked him.  

"I am," she said, squirming ever-so-slightly.  "But..."

"But?"

Val held his gaze steady for a moment, and then moved closer to him.  Inching forward on her knees.  Both of them moaned, softly, as the full length of his cock burrowed into her.  Val's breath came in shallow bursts, and Ayen's eyelids fluttered.  The beautiful pressure of her clit brushing against his hairless groin had her skin tingling.  Val leaned in closer and licked her lips.

"But?" he repeated.

"I want to try this first," Val said breathily.

"Try whuuu-uuuuu-uuuuuu..."  Ayen's voice melted into thoughtless sound as Val squeezed him.  

She kept her hips still, using only the different muscles groups in her shaft to work him over.  She knew her control of those muscles was not as good as it could be.  She knew that if she spent time working on it, she could learn to squeeze each of the individual ridges.  As it was, Val could only articulate three different areas near the tip, middle, and base of her shaft, with each area comprised of two or more ridges.

What she lacked in fine motor control, though, she made up for in gross motor control.  Ayen's eyes rolled up behind the lids as she squeezed him, working her shaft in waves.  Milking him.  Halting, ragged gurgles, as his mouth filled with saliva.  She took particular pleasure in a line of drool that overflowed the corner of his lips, and squeezed harder.

"Ah-g," he cried.  "Ah-gh!"

"Oh dear," Val grunted, though it took effort to get her voice to behave.  "If you can't... handle this-"

"Ayguhah!"  

The ridges on her shaft rippled around his.  Squeezing and releasing.  Val gently rolled his left nipple between her thumb and index finger, and that was the final straw.  

Ayen bucked, his whole body lighting up like a live wire.  His cock throbbed inside of her, shaking violently as spurt after spurt flowed into her.  

Val hummed happily, feeling the heat of his cum so deep inside of her.  In her core.  He fell back, spent, against the tipped-over tree trunk, after the fifth powerful spurt.  Val smiled as she continued to milk him, trying to draw out every drop with the undulating motion of her shaft.  He groaned a little with every breath, even after she slid back and uncoupled their shafts.

"That was good," she said, leaning in to whisper into his ear. "I liked that.  We'll do that again."

 Ayen nodded slowly, still not fully composed.  "Good," he croaked.

"Not every time.  Not even most of the time... but we'll definitely do that again."

"Can't wait," he wheezed.

Val smiled broadly as she stood up, and widened the smile even more once her back was turned.  She headed out into the darkened forest, toward the stream but away from the sounds of Katsa still telling the sky about her bliss, and then stopped with a quirk of her lips.  One hand went down to take hold of her shaft, and with the index finger of the other she tested out her gape.  Copious amounts of their cum soaked her finger, and Val moaned at the sheer size of the hole in the middle of her shaft where he had stretched her.

"Oh yeah," she said to herself.  "We're gonna do that again."

Continued in Chapter 12 - Part 3

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