3 comments/ 7843 views/ 4 favorites Warrior By: hothoneyx Thanks to mymariamaria for editing. Enjoy, xx ***** I woke when the bed shifted suddenly underneath me. There was a cool breeze on my cotton covered hip. In a sleepy fog I reached out for Justin, but all I found was the cool damp of his side of the bed. His pillow was practically soaked. Just then a loud scream ripped through the stillness of the night. My heart pounding, I turned on my bedside lamp. His whimpers lead me to him, in a corner. The light of the lamp barely reached him. It cast long shadows over the long thick fingers imbedded in his hair. They curled, blond locks white in the mixed lamp/moon light twined through them, and he pulled letting out another scream. My heart was racing and breaking at the same time. It was a moment before I decided what to do. Sometime his flashbacks would be so bad, he'd lash out. Not intending to hurt me of course, but when your head is back in a war zone with incoming enemy fire, well your mind doesn't process that it is actually your wife's hand on your shoulder. I slid out of bed, hesitant feet touched down on the cold wood floor. My nightdress dropped over my thighs. The white cotton almost glowed against my dark skin. As I gingerly approached him, I thought back to before he left. I remembered the man who left me that last time. I remembered how we made love that morning, how he held me, how scared I was that it would be our last time. It wasn't. He came back to me. His body did anyway. On nights like this I wondered how much of my husband was left back in that desert. I came to a stop a few feet in front of him and dropped to my knees. I could see his shoulders shake with sobs. I wanted to make him better, to make him whole again. "Justin," I whispered. There was no indication that he heard me. I moved closer until I could reach out and touch him. I covered large hands with mine and pried them away from his head all the while whispering his name soothingly. With trained swiftness his hand turned in mine then grabbed my wrist. I could see that faraway look in his eyes and I knew he was not with me. Pain shot up my wrist as he gripped them tighter. "Justin, baby, it's me Chelly. You are safe, you're home." I saw beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. His brown eyes, usually so warm were coolly distant as they darted about the dimly lit room. When his gaze landed on me, his brows furrowed. Strong shoulders sagged and his head bowed. Again, Justin's body shook with nearly silent sobs. He let go of my wrists. I ran my fingers down his forearms, over the ridges of scars on his left arm. A few months after Justin came home from the VA, after I found him crying in the closet, he asked me what kind of man cried like that. I could tell he was disgusted with himself, with a perceived lack of masculinity. "A strong man," I told him. "A man who made it through hell, who fought so hard to come back to me. A man with a big heart that isn't so cold as to not be hurt by the things he saw. The best sort of man who is still fighting to keep it together every day. The man I love." I pulled him into me then and held him for the longest time. I meant every word of it. I still do. I do not know if I would be functioning at all if I had been through what he had. If I had seen my friends die screaming. If I had felt the tear of shrapnel ripping into my flesh. I admire my husband, for all he's been through, for all he is still going through, and for the strength he shows every day when he gets up to boldly faces another day. I pulled him into me again. His arms went around me. I could feel the wet heat of his forehead on my chest and the firmness of his grip as he gathered handfuls of my nightgown into his massive paws. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked him. His head shook "no". I kissed the top of his head and ran my fingers down the solid planes of his muscular back. I felt him stiffen. His breathing changed. I closed my eyes to the soft hesitant kisses placed on my collarbone and neck. As soft moan escaped my throat and his kisses became more urgent. A hand moved from my back to my chest. He wasn't gentle as he gripped my swollen breast. I felt my nipple harden against his palm. He pulled my neckline down baring a dark nipple to his view. He looked up at me, his brown eyes making a desperate plea for permission. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his satin curls as I pulled him closer to my chest. He needed this and so did I. He needed the release and I needed to be there for him. A less selfless part of me throbbed at the thoughts of pleasure these rough sessions always gave me. My nipple was engulfed in his hot wet mouth. His teeth bit down and pulled, shooting electric ribbons of pleasure mixed with pain straight to my core. Then his tongue flicked at the tip trapped between his teeth. My pussy walls throbbed in anticipation. I moaned louder and gripped his brawny shoulder. As one hand palmed my other breast another went to by backside. He pulled me closer to him and brought us up to our knees. The hot rod of his erection pressed against my stomach, its heat burning though the fabric of his boxers and my nightgown. The same nightgown that was being pulled up over my hips. A hand cupped one of my ass cheeks, griping it, clutching my body closer to his. A thick digit entered my sopping entrance as his mouth gave my other breast the same aggressive attention. I felt my pussy quiver around his twirling finger. I was aching for him. Every nerve in my body was wired. Every sound was as loud as a crash. I heard every one of his breathes roaring against my glistening chest. I felt the warm moist air move over my sex sensitive skin, gliding over fine hairs stood on end by the Goosebumps raised as a result of a second finger overtly thrust into my now dripping cavity. My moan of pleasure reverberated in my ears. A third finger stretched me and I knew it was not going to take him long to thrust another appendage into me. One hand still on his shoulder, I moved the other down his firm chest covered in his springy blond curls. I continued over the bumps and ridges of his abs. Was it wrong of me to lust after the body given to him by his need to exorcise his demons through exercise? He was hard all over, a mass of solid capable muscle. He had once told me that the routine of training comforted him. I continued over the band of his boxers. I froze as a finger, slick with my juices, entered by back passage. My body squirmed at the foreign invasion. Usually there was some warning, a brush, a flick, something for me to stop before it went too far. "Give a white guy a break" he would to laugh when we first got married. "I get a wife with a fine round black ass and I don't get to play with it?" I would laugh, let him fuck me the cunny, then give him head as a consolation prize. Now with his finger nestled one knuckle deep inside my rosebud and I found myself even more excited than I was a moment before. My hand eagerly continued its journey down his boxes to release his long thick cock. In a flash, as soon I released his hard and heavy rod, I found myself on my back with his large bulbous tip pressing against my cunt. Unceremoniously, he drove into me, to the hilt. I wanted to scream but buried my face in his neck instead. He roughly lifted my legs to wrap around him and he sunk in deeper. With each pounding thrust I felt myself surge closer and closer to climax. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other's filled the room. The smell of sex tickled my nose. Firm hands gripped and pulled. My breasts ached. My clit vibrated with excitement as he pressed against it with each stroke. There was little I could do but grab his ass and press him against me as waves of my first orgasm of the night crashed over me. I sunk my teeth into his shoulder to hold back a loud scream. He grunted his approval, but did not come. My climax had barely receded when he flipped me over onto my knees. His large hand soothed up my back. At the nape of my neck, he pressed down, lowering me to my elbows. My ass was in the air, my legs slightly open as I presented myself to him, my pussy still dripping and quivering from coming so hard. His thumb dipped into my drenched cunt and up to my crinkled hole. He did it several times, dragging our mingled fluids up to lubricate my ass. I shivered with excitement and no small amount of trepidation. I would give this last bit of myself to him freely but his finger was the first thing ever to be inserted there. I moaned as his thumb entered my anal passage. I could hear his raged breathing over my shoulder. Instead of withdrawing, his thumb wiggled inside of me, causing me to shiver. A gush of wetness dripped down my leg. The pleasure pain I loved when he bit my nipple was nothing compared to this. His other hand gripped my hip and he thrust into my pussy from behind. I fought hard not to come right away. Having him inside of me while his thumb gyrated and fucked my asshole was heaven. Why hadn't I let him do this before? He pounded into me with abandon. Hard and fast as he was wont to do on occasions like this. It was like he wanted to fuck himself back to reality His chest pressed against my back as he reached around to play with my clit as he fucked me. This was too much. After a few moments, I came harder than before. I trembled as a wave more powerful than I had ever felt careened through my body. It burst forth from my body through my pussy. I felt the gush of warmth and I knew, without having done it before, I had squirted. He knew it too and it must have turned him on something fierce. His thumb left my clenching nether hole abruptly. His hand came down beside me, bracing him as he slammed into me so hard that I had to grab the bench at the foot of the bed for support. He thrusted into me, once more, twice, four or five more times as his seed shot into my womb. A futile mission for the little swimmers, they would find it already occupied by an allied force. After a while my heart rate slowed to something resembling normal. His breath was still heavy and hot on my shoulder. I subconsciously moaned as I felt his soft penis withdraw from me. "Damn Chelly," His sex graveled deep voice whispered behind me. That was all he said as he rolled of off me. He was almost in a daze as he got up and went to the bathroom. I knew everything was okay because he didn't close the door and I heard the long unbroken stream as he relieved himself. I got up and straightened my night gown. I considered taking it off. These sessions were always in two parts. Next he would come to me, hug me and kiss me, whispering how beautiful I am and how much he loves me as he gently made love to me. When I heard the flush and then the sink, I went to him. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist and rest my head against his broad back. I am a taller for a woman at 5'8, but he still towers over me at 6'6. I love that I still feel delicate against him. Our eyes meet in the bathroom mirror. "Thank you," he said. I smiled and was about to tell him that he didn't need to thank me, but I was interrupted. "No, I know what you are going to say, but I do need to thank you. You are always there when I need you, how I need you. You didn't have to let me do what I did but you did and you did it so openly and lovingly, so thank you." "I'd do anything for you, I love you. That and I enjoyed every moment, of it, I always do... as for the other thing, with the thumb? Maybe my tastes are changing. You know," I pulled the test out of the top draw of the vanity and placed it by the sink. "They say that women get really horny when they are pregnant. I guess I just got hornier." Justin looked down at the two lines on the test, then up at me. A smile, no a grin brightened his face. All thoughts of his nightmare gone for now. He spun around and picked me up. His warm lips pressed against mine in a thrilling kiss. I wrapped my legs around him as he brought me to our bed. My husband made love to me then. It was gentle and loving and something else. Celebratory I supposed. As he drifted to sleep, I listened to his heart beat as my head rested against his chest. This was how we used to drift to sleep every night, before the nightmares would twist his perception to think I was a dead body smothering him. I wondered if they would ever stop. I wished they would but knew a wish and a quarter left you three quarters short of a dollar. I also knew that I would always be there, to hold him, to pet him, to leave the room silently, to call someone when I knew he was too far away, to let him roughly burry himself into me and take me like a barbarian so he could remember he is a man. My man. My warrior. My husband. The father of my child. Warrior Slave This is for Outlaw At Large...as you requested My friend. ***************************************** The chains rattled as he moved. He stood, head bowed, muscles tight and quivering with the effort not to resist. He listened to the murmurs around him. His lowered eyes glittered. His lips curled back from his teeth in a silent snarl as his large, powerful hands clenched in fists. A sudden silence. Although his eyes still glittered, he relaxed his hands and smoothed his expression. The woman that strode into the room was tall. She moved with a fluid grace that made every male eye in the room follow her. And she wore the paired blades of a top ranked D'ashai warrior. "Look at me, slave." Her voice was rich and husky. A voice meant for passion. He could not help the growl that rumbled deep in his chest. Or the sudden stirring in his groin. Slowly, he raised his head, his eyes traveling up from her well worn boots, over her long legs, to her generous breasts, and finally to her cool hazel eyes. His angry gaze did not make her uncomfortable. A glint of amusement touched her eyes. This huge man stood in rags and chains, no weapons in reach—and he was obviously no stranger to weapons as his muscles and scars proved—and he had the temerity to growl at her. Her cool hazel eyes met his hot amber gaze. Unusual eyes. "So, slave," she said, her lips twitching as he growled again, "how came you here?" "Betrayal," he growled. She raised an eyebrow. "My…cousin," he spat the word, "gave me drugged wine and sold me to slavers." He saw a brief flash of distaste when he mentioned slavers. She looked past him, her eyes now cold. "Slavers?" "No, D'ashai," replied a woman behind him. His amber eyes blinked. Only one person was called D'ashai. The queen. "My patrol found an encampment in forbidden territory. When we approached, we were fired upon. He is one of the spoils of the engagement. Along with the others." He saw the queen look over at the other slaves from the camp. Exhausted, frightened men and women chained together, huddled in a corner. "The slavers?" "Killed or fled, D'ashai." The queen nodded. She looked over the other slaves. Turning to the young warrior who had spoken, she gestured to the slaves. "You and your women may have these as your spoils. Treat them well that you may prosper." She turned again to look up into amber eyes. "This one is the queen's tithe." The young warrior bowed in thanks. They gathered their booty and left. "Come with me," said the queen. The big man followed, his eyes on her hips. Another twitch in his groin. Her worn boots were calf high. Her warrior's garb of leather and linen covering her. Mostly. He had a good view of her long legs and strong back. He growled softly again. Long legs had gotten him into this. That slave of his cousin's. Ravia, D'ashai, queen, smiled as she walked in front of her new slave, knowing he could not see her expression. He was growling again. It made him sound like one of those huge striped hunting cats. She led him to her chambers. "Kaly!" she called as they entered. A middle aged man appeared and bowed. "D'ashai." "Have a bath prepared and call the armorer." She looked up at the big man again. "And bring some tunics and trews," she said. "Very large ones." Kaly bowed again. "D'ashai." Within moments the armorer appeared and bowed. "Sivan," said Ravia, "remove those chains." She gestured to the big man. "D'ashai?" Sivan looked doubtfully at the big man. Ravia just gestured again. With a sigh that said as plainly as words that he hoped she knew what she was doing, Sivan took out his tools and began removing the chains. The big man shuddered as the chains fell away. His first thought was to get his hands on weapons and escape. He moved, cat quick, only to find her blades bracketing his throat. He had not seen her move. He felt a trickle of wetness slide down his neck. "You'll not try that again," she said softly, "will you." It was not a question. He held statue still. Then he sighed carefully. "No, D'ashai." Her cool eyes held his. "Your word on it." Ravia saw the tremor pass through him. She was asking his word. As a warrior. If he gave it, he was bound until she released him. She did not move, her blades still at his neck. "If I do not give my word, D'ashai," he rumbled, "what then?" "Shackles." Her tone was uncompromising, telling him to choose. "And if I give my word?" "A collar. To mark you as mine." For long moments, his eyes searched hers. Then, "I give my word, D'ashai, before my gods and yours." Ravia stepped back and sheathed her blades. Sivan shook his head, surprised they both weren't dead. "Thank you, Sivan," said Ravia. Sivan gathered his tools and the discarded chains, bowed and left. "Come," she said, turning her back on the huge man and walking to another room. He followed silently. The bath was huge, almost a pool, the water gently steaming. She gestured to the water. He hesitated only briefly, the desire to be clean outweighing his sudden, brief embarrassment. Stripping off the rags, he stepped into the steaming water. Hissing softly as the heat stung his scrapes and bruises. He had not been a compliant slave. His eyes closed as the warmth began to relax him. At first, he thought one of his own body slaves was bathing him when the soapy cloth and strong hands began on his shoulders. Then he remembered and tensed. His eyes snapped open to focus on amused hazel eyes gazing at him. The low growl again rumbled deep in his chest. He would have moved away, but her body was too close. "D'ashai?" "I wish to care for what is mine," she said as she continued to wash him. She ignored the brief spark of anger in his eyes at the reminder of his status. She felt the tenseness in him. "How are you called," she asked, her hands still on his body. "Tyr," he replied reluctantly. Her hands were on his stomach, moving in slow circles. "Stand up, Tyr." He slowly stood. She looked him over, causing him to flush. Then she began to wash his genitals. He tensed in shock, then he flushed again as her gentle touch caused him to harden and swell. "Sit." Gratefully, he sank back into the water, glad to hide his rising lust. Ravia put her hands on his shoulders and swung one long leg across his body. The feel of her skin on his made him throb harder. "You are mine," she said softly and mounted him. She moaned softly as his hard penis entered her. "Mmmm," she murmured as she took him deeper into her body. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her tight heat caressing his massive shaft. He trembled, trying to control his rising need, certain that if he gave into it, he would be punished. Yet he wanted nothing more than to rise from the bath with her impaled on him and to lay her down and take her until she screamed. "Very good, Tyr," she whispered, "control, always control." She moved on him, her hips rising and falling, rocking against him. He was growling again, his body responding to her, his hips beginning to move with her. Her lips teased his ear, her breath warm as she whispered, "Do you want release?" Her flesh on his was fire along his nerves, her body around him was fueling his growing need. "Aaaahhh, D'ashai!" he growled, "Yes!" Her lips moved close to his, her hot gaze capturing his amber eyes. "Release!" she commanded. And her lips claimed his, deeply, passion flaring, pooling, exploding. Their bodies clenched and convulsed, their lips fused in passion. He never knew how long it went on, only that when he was again aware, she was in his arms, her breath soft on his skin. She quivered and slowly raised herself off his softening penis. Greatly daring, he kissed her breasts, soft lingering kisses. She caressed his head, then moved away from him. "My warrior slave," she murmured. "My Mistress Queen," he replied softly, knowing he was truly hers. She caressed his face, then rose from the bath. "Finish, Tyr," she said, "then come to me." A last lingering caress and she left him. Tyr quickly finished. He found a silk tunic, leather trews, and soft ankle boots waiting for him. He dressed quickly and returned to her. Ravia was seated at a desk littered with papers. "D'ashai," he said softly, bowing. "Kneel, Tyr." Slowly, he dropped to his knees. She got up and moved around the desk. "I have chosen a collar for you, Tyr." He swallowed hard. The collar. He had put slave collars on others. Heavy iron, ugly, proclaiming the wearer's status. She was behind him now. He felt something cool touch his throat. He heard a faint "snick" as she fastened it. It rested easy on his neck, not as heavy as he had expected. "Look at your collar, my warrior slave," she murmured. He looked into the mirror she held. The ugly iron band that he expected was not what his eyes beheld. The thin band on his throat was of dark gold set with a single cabochon amber stone placed in the center. It seemed more a nobleman's torc than a slave collar. His fingers touched it. "D'ashai?" His confusion was evident in his question. She smiled down at him. "You gave me your word," she said. "This is my collar. I have never placed it on another. It marks you as mine and mine alone." Her finger traced the line of his jaw. "These, also, will you bear," she said as she handed him a set of paired blades like her own, though heavier and longer. "D'ashai? Weapons?" "You are a warrior. And I have your pledge. Your duties, my warrior slave, are to ward me, to do whatever I require of you." He bowed low as he knelt. "As my Mistress Queen desires," he murmured. And that is how Ravia, D'ashai, Queen, took a slave as tribute and found a warrior. What happened after is another tale. Warrior: The Beginning So ignore what I said above, this doesn't really have anything to do with LOTR or D&D. Also fair warning to you perverts, there is some back story in there and oh the horrors there is an actual story besides the sex. So yeah I warned ya, no saying I didn't. ;) ** "Dagda you will not leave. You will return to your room and pack up to be married." "No Papa that shall not happen, I am not to be married. I will leave and make my own way, I refuse to end up like all the rest." So saying I slam the door shut and walk away from my home, my family, and all that I have known. The others watch me go, some smiles from the other burada. We do not have it good in our society, the tenfada all assume that all we wish to do is spread our legs and produce babies. Which is not quite correct, we are allowed to do things until we come of age. Once we come of age we are married off and are expected to do nothing besides spread our legs and make food. So I am leaving our city with the tools of my trade slung over my shoulder. It is not the trade that I wish to do, just the one Papa does. I wish to be a warrior, some of them have taught me some of it. No one tries to stop me on the way out. Almost as if no tenfada cares that I am leaving. Which seems wrong, they are always saying how they are protecting us. I know there are dangers of the tunnels, I also know it is a short distance to the surface, we get trade from the surface. As I near the gate to put me on the trade road, Belmar comes running, he is the tenfada assigned to marry me. "What is this madness, you are not leaving." I turn and glower at him, I am a little taller even so is easy. "I am not staying. I turn my back on you and all tenfada. I will go out and make my way how I choose. May your tunnel be short and shoddy." Belmar is gaping a little at me as I turn to leave, many are laughing about this now. Suppose is the reason he grabs my arm. I shrug his hand off and continue on my way without looking back. Belmar does not like this, he snarls and jumps on me. This may have worked if he was a larger tenfada, he is not however so I do not overbalance. Instead put my elbow into his side, grab one hand and twist it until his grip is loosened. Once that is accomplished I yank hard and throw him over my shoulder. Not wishing to have him try again, got excited between my legs at his touch, I drop my sack and pull the big hammer. Hefting it with ease I advance on him tapping my palm with the head. "Leave me be, I would not be yours if you were the last tenfada in the tunnels." Belmar snarls and moves to get up until I shove the hammer into his chest. "Stay there until I am gone, get up and shall use this hammer to flatten you into a sheet." Slinging my sack over my empty shoulder I continue for the gate. Did not have far to go anyway, and both guard are grinning at my approach. The gate is open, the trade road is patrolled inside the mountain so there is no danger. "Ten dunel say the burada returns at the outer gate." The guard on my left yells across to the other. "Ten dunel on returning in two hours." Is yelled back as I cross the gate. I just keep going, the trade road is a large tunnel and is patrolled. I can see one patrol walking away from the gate, there is a second patrol walking toward me. Also know one of the patrol, he glances at me as we get near and all are laughing. He is laughing at first then realizes he knows me so comes closer, even turns around to walk with me. "What are you doing?" "I am leaving, I will not marry the genda tender. I wish to do what I wish, not what tenfada decide for me." He puts his hand on my shoulder and I whimper, I am very excited though I do like this tenfada so probably helps. "Have the burada shared?" Nod and sigh. "Yes, know that when spread my legs I wish to then make the tenfada I spread for happy." "Would it help if I said I could double the pay your papa received and then be mine?" Look over at him and frown. "Papa said it was decided that I would be Belmar's." Get a snort. "No, Belmar is just the first to make an offering." Frown harder at that. "What would I do as yours?" "You would not be able to go on patrol, could see about getting your own smithy." Tempting, especially since the longer he is touching me the more excited I am, but I do not wish to only be a smith. "I am sorry, I do not wish to just be a smith." Get a sigh and nod. "There are two groups you reach from the trade road, both would be interested in a smith of your ability. Warrior is something you need to convince them on. Here take this, little more intimidating than that hammer." He is giving me his ax. It is a big ax, the blades easily extend across most of my chest. It is also the ax I made for him, he did pay for it though Papa was the one paid. Another thing that sits wrong with me, we are allowed to help the tenfada we spread for or fathered us, but receive no pay. "I made this for you." "No, this one is one of the fifty you made for the patrol. The one you made me is sitting at home in case we are invaded. I would like to go with you, there are mercenary that would kill for one of my training and you would easily be accepted as part of hiring." I smile at that, he is not touching me but close enough I can smell him and very excited. "That sounds good, would get to do what I wish and still have a tenfada to spread for." I say then frown since he said he cannot go with. "Why can't you go with?" "We sign contracts to be warrior, there is no getting out though there is a limit on the contract, once it is up we can do something else, or sign up again. Mine ends in two years." Nod and frown. "What if I can't resist spreading?" He snorts and chuckles. "If it is not to a tenfada the control is not as good. Also if you stop spreading for long enough the control fades away. Also should catch up, need to take part in the report and you look about ready to spread for me." Shiver as he runs off, I am even dripping out of my lips now and fairly sure if he had said spread I would have. At least it is not a permanent thing, though will have to remember to not find a tenfada to spread for. Do want to spread, especially right now but want to be a warrior more. Even if have to wait for two years before join him in bed and with mercenaries. Two years is not a huge number anyway, I can make do until then. Who knows maybe I can get some more training with the warriors I run into. With a little spring to my step now, and the lighter ax on my shoulder not covered in sack, I head for the outer door. As I draw closer the guards notice me and plenty of frowns then one runs over. "May be better to stay in the tunnel, night is coming. You would be safe and in the morning you can continue on your way." Look over at him and sigh. "I am not staying here. Already know if a tenfada stay close to me I become ready, even eager to spread if I want to or not. Have a tenfada who honors my wished path and promises to assist me in finding it when his contract is up." "Alright, there are surface animals that may take interest in you in an eating way. There are also signs of green skins in the area. Stay on the road, and keep walking unless you come up on a caravan. We are do one soon, if you find and it has been sacked come back and tell us. We will organize a company and send them out after what did it. If that happens you are free to travel with them or just head for one of the cities." Nod and smile at him. "May your tunnels be long and sturdy." He snorts. "May your search be fruitful." That is a new one, but then where I am going there are no tunnels. Also sees me out the gate, they had delayed closing it for me to exit. Sky above takes some getting used to, there is no rock above just empty. Plenty of dirt around as well, with plants even. These plants are not the stocky little plants we grow under the mountain using reflected light. Majestic brown plants grow up out of the dirt and tower over me. The tops of them look black though I know they are green atop. Also find myself glad for being a burada, can see in the dark which it definitely is. Also can hear things moving about in the plants off the road, makes me jumpy and nervous. Just keep walking on the road my eyes darting to and fro. Noticing light ahead I speed up, sure to be a caravan. As I get closer I can make out taller beings, they do not grow outwards, they grow upwards. Course this makes them sound taller than I by a large degree, they are not, is no more than a foot above, the tallest tenfada is about half that high above me. Sometimes it is good to be a tall burada, though do notice females in the group that are taller than I. Perhaps I am not tall to these folks but they are a caravan so perhaps I can join with them. Get noticed as I get closer yet, perhaps heard is a better term, am wearing boots. Since had to make them myself to protect my feet in the smithy they are covered in metal and not quiet. After a moment two of them come out onto the road proper. Can see both have a sword on their hip, also carrying lanterns so they can see me. Would laugh at their need for a lantern if did not get to notice all the green off the packed dirt and rock of the road. Also can see they are wearing leather armor. "Ho there friend, what brings you out on the road at this late hour?" I find myself glad for learning the trade tongue. "Am looking to be a smith until the tenfada I wish is free to join to join up with a mercenary group." "A smith you say? Are you good at fixing wagons?" Snort and giggle then nod. "Absolutely, was the first task Papa showed me. Lead me to your wagon." Get lead over to their wagon and look it over, is not a good break. The axle broke and there is not another. However the great plants off the road are wood so can simply cut one down. Since I have an ax to do that very thing I simply head for the great plants. The first one I reach is much to thick to take down and make in to an axle. With a sigh I keep going a little deeper into the great plants and find a perfect one. It is stuck in between two taller plants so is not getting the same light. Means it is not as tall or thick as it could be and will not requite a great deal of planing. Hefting my ax and putting two hands on it I rear back and let it swing. Tree shakes with the impact then I work the ax free and do it again at a different angle. Chunk of the plant falls free then I am swinging again. This time the plant can not take another cut and falls since the ax went clean through. Once the plant has finished bouncing and shaking I go along and lop off the branches, won't need those. Finished with the branches I heft the plant then decide to trim a little and take the top, it is thinner and overall longer than need anyway. Heft the shortened plant over one shoulder and head back for the wagon. Is a heavy plant but quite manageable, which the taller beings find amazing. For my part I simply drag the plant over to the wagon and get in front off so can estimate the length. Determining the length needed and over by a short distance I heft the ax and start shortening. Takes more hits to do this, can't just hack at the wood and need trim off freed stretches. Finally have the wood to the desired length so go into my sack and pull out the rough planar. Is nothing more than a blade with two handles sticking up. Put this to the wood and begin planing. Is not a quiet activity, also not fast though they are surprised at how fast I am doing it. The only slow part of this is turning the ends circular and the required thickness for the wheel. Once I have all of that done comes the slightly tough part, getting the old axle off and the new on. At least they have plenty of the goop required for this. Apparently this caravan delivers it to the mountain because it is the same goop I have been using all these years. When I finish the sky is getting lighter, as if the night is over. I have never seen this before so am a little excited. Also seems to be time for them to get up, those that managed to not be aware while I worked anyway. Once we are all sitting to the side of a fire, I have one of the tall being tenfada next to me and feeling a little excited, the older one turns to me. "What would you like as payment?" Have to ponder this a moment, I am not sure what to take. "I do not know, being this close to this male is exciting me and I have been assured it has lesser effect, but not a good payment." Intake of breath next to me and the older one is chuckling. "Definitely not a proper payment, though I'm not sure he is not willing. We have some steel we can give you. We have acquired fifty bars, would be willing to part with five. If you would prefer we have coin though unless you return to our city they will not do you much good." Well five bars of steel would be enough for me to make a shield and armor, though coin would also be good. "Where is your city?" "Our city is on this road, the second one you will come to. Not sure you will like it, we mostly have meat and the tenfada who have visited have not cared for the fare, though do enjoy the ale." "What about the other city?" "The Diaden are not straight forward so you may not care for them. They are at least honest so when you can get them to talk hard numbers they won't lie. Eat plenty of plants as well so you may care for the fare better." Nod and ponder on this. "Would they like to have a smith?" "Can't rightly say, we don't normally deal in metals, mostly we trade drinks and foodstuff. Fairly sure they have smiths since their soldiers have armor and swords. Would not hurt to ask." Nod and smile. "Then I shall take the five bars, can make armor and shield for me or demonstrate my ability." He smiles and gets up to head for one of the wagons then the tenfada next to me leans over. "Would you still like a fuck?" Look at him and while he is not exciting me over much the closeness is getting to me so nod and smile. "Yes please, first need you to promise to wish me to head on my way after. I am not sure how much control you will gain over me." He nods with a frown but does promise so hop right on up then pull him after. Let him guide me around one of the wagons and go along it until we find a suitable thing for me to perch atop. That found I drop my pants and slip out of my boots as he drops his pants and puts a hand to his cock. I look at it and while not as thick as I would expect it looks nice to me and I am getting extra ready. Once perched atop he comes to me, my legs spread wide. There is nothing to this, he moves up, grabs hold of his cock, then alines him with my cunt and shoves in. I moan because it feels good then he is moving. I try to move with him since his cock going in my cunt is great, but needs something more. Dropping my hands down I pick myself up a little so now I can fuck back at him. The pleasure went up so I am moaning again then his head comes down and we are kissing. I like this, have seen other burada getting fucked while kissed and seems to feel better for them. I know it feels better for me then I am trembling as I reach orgasm. Muscles clenching on his cock pulls a groan out of him but he keeps going. Oh this is a great first fuck. I lose myself in the pleasure of this tenfada cock plowing my cunt, I am even making noise that is not coming out of my mouth. Apparently he is doing a good fucking that my body likes just as much as my head. Then I'm reaching orgasm again, I get quite lost in the pleasure. Just sorta hover there looking at him and feeling his cock plowing my depths. Almost like I'm not really part of my body anymore, though I definitely am since I can feel his cock moving. Then he stiffens up a little and I feel warmth surging within, oh this is grand. Cunt gripped at him so well he got off fast. A moment is spent worrying on becoming pregnant, but I let that slide away. I will have a child when I have a child, don't think I work for anything but a tenfada for that anyway. Then he is pulling back a little and looking at me, I smile at him, it felt wonderful and I would like another fucking. "How are you feeling?" "I'm feeling well fucked and would like another." He snorts and grins at me. "I enjoyed you as well, I meant in relation to other things. I want to go have breakfast and continue on to your mountain." Ponder that a moment then smile. "Breakfast sounds good, though still continuing on to the Diaden. Course you also promised to wish me to continue on." He shrugs. "You were not sure how much control I would have, wanted to find out. That way you can know and have less to worry on." Giggle and pull him in for a kiss. "That was great thinking, now unless you want to fuck me again, let's go have breakfast." He snorts but pulls up his pants so I hop down and get back in mine feeling his fluids leaking out of me. It is a singular feeling and really quite enjoyable. Then we are back at the fire and sitting where we had been. The older being is smiling and points at my sack so look, there are five bars sitting next to it. These are extra heavy bars so they are twice the metal I pictured. I can't help being a little giddy on this, I can make high quality armor and shield with this. At least I can if I can get hold of good leather. Once the bars are tucked in at the bottom of the sack I turn back from it and the older being looks curious. "You seemed excited at the bars." Nod and smile. "They are twice the metal I figured for each bar. When you sell the remaining make sure to get paid the same as two bars for each." "Oh my thank you, the bars we have are what is left after selling to a smith. He was saying the bars are only good for one hundred nails each." Stare at him as I think about a nail, we make them on occasion under the mountain. "He was not a good smith, unless the nails he makes are quite big you can get two hundred out of each bar. Course this is with some loss due to transferring to the mold and then skimming extra. If you have extra good molds and do not spill any would think another fifty." "Tenfada are good smiths." Look over at the tenfada who said so and giggle then shrug. "Depends greatly on the tenfada. Not all have talent at smithing." "What's your name?" Look over at the burada and shake my head. "Do not have a name, am dagda until married then burada. Tenfada have a name, and can give us one that usually no one else uses. It is not common either." "I thought you were all called Tenfada." Shake my head. "Tenfada are the male, also the ones who do trades with the caravans so would think most think we are all tenfada. We are tenfada and burada because burada are controlled by the tenfada she fucks. It does not seem to happen with you taller beings." Some chuckling at that. "We are Brada." Food comes around now and it smells odd though some smells good. Other things not so much but when I try them they are palatable. Not the best tasting since it is meat but does not make me ill either. Also good that I found this caravan, had not eaten supper when I left and don't know what is good to eat in the plants. After breakfast I make my way away from the mountain while they go toward it. Also have some biscuits to eat when I need so that is wonderful. Just keep walking along feeling the Brada fluids dry on my thighs, kept leaking out for a while as well so am really enjoying after fucking. Fairly sure will not become pregnant either so there is nothing to worry on. Spend most of the day walking then spot a sign and a turn. The Diaden are to the left so I turn to the left and follow this road. I go into the great plants now, what is called forest in trade tongue. Keep looking around since there are sounds all over. I would think there are animals or beings flitting along beside me in the plants, either on the dirt or up in the branches.