8 comments/ 8649 views/ 5 favorites The Silver Arrows Ch. 01 By: Risax This is the first story I've written for an audience, not counting the threads I wrote for Chyoo. Anyway, this is the first chapter of the Silver Arrows and there is very little sex going on in this one, so it's pretty damn plot-heavy. So if you're reading it for sex, you should look for another story. If you do read it, I hope you enjoy it. And please leave feedback and/or constructive criticism. (It's the only payment I get after all.) Chapter 1: The Archery Tournament. 'The city of Triump, a place were everyone can make a fortune and experience adventures! And that is why I'm here! Just look at it, walls high enough to keep a dragon out and gates sturdy enough to give any invading army second thoughts about breaking it down.' 'Would you shut up already!' the guard at Triump's gate yelled. 'I only needed to know your reason for visiting the city, I didn't need a description of it! It's right behind me, idiot!' A red-faced, slightly hung over guard shouted in anger. He had directed his anger at the youth in front of him, a young man who seemed barely out of his teens with unruly auburn hair and blue eyes that sparkled with excitement. 'Ah, sorry.' the young man said, while scratching his cheek in embarrassment. 'I'm here for the archery tournament, held by Count van Ryvel.' he told the guard, while gesturing to the longbow and quiver strapped on his back. The guard looked at them and scoffed, the bow was a sad, weathered thing that looked like it could fall apart at any moment. He seriously doubted that the young lad could win the archery contest, that would be if they even let him participate. The youth was skinny, and stood around 5 foot and 11 inches in height and was wearing a green, woolen tunic that seemed too large for him as well as a pair of brown trousers that were ripped in places, and a pair of muddy black boots. But the guard decided to give the young man a chance, and after giving him some directions he send him on his way. 'Good luck!' he yelled as the youth passed through the gate, and then silently added. 'You're going to need it...' * * * * Even though the city had looked impressive from the outside, with its high walls and sturdy looking gates, the inside was...less impressive. Most buildings Teran passed were made of wood, and only one storey high. Garbage was piled on the winding, cobbled roads and drunks and beggars seemed to be everywhere, if he wasn't so lost in thought he might have noticed how the pouch of a sleeping guard was picked. (Well...If he was sleeping, that is.) But Teran barely noticed any of it, his mind to set on adventure. He just followed the directions the guard had given him, and let his mind drift as he walked. He thought of his home, the small fishing village so close to the deep forests of Woads were his mother had taught him to hunt with bow and arrow for all those years. His father had always wanted him to be a fisherman like he was, but Teran never had the patience for it. When he had overheard the news of the archery tournament in the local tavern, he saw it as his chance to get out of his village and make a name for himself. He had packed his things the next day, and set out after saying his goodbyes to his family. His mother had wished him luck while his sister teased that he could not possibly be a worst adventurer than he was a fisherman, and his father did nothing but shake his hand and give him a pouch of coppers. Those coppers came in handy now, as Teran passed a pastry stand and remembered he had not eaten since this morning. So after buying himself two small pastries, and making pleasant conversation with the woman behind the stand, he was on his way again, while wolfing down one of his pastries. He eventually ended up in a part of the city that seemed richer than the one he just came from. The streets were broader and cleaner, the buildings larger and made of stone and the guards...well, at least they were awake. Eventually he spotted the location of the tournament, it wasn't very hard to miss seeing as there was a large crowd collected in front of the broad, three-storey mansion. Teran quickly finished his remaining pastry, and ran up to the crowd. Teran tapped one of the archers on his shoulder. 'Hey, how do I participate in the tournament?" he asked as soon as the man turned to face him. He was richly dressed, and wrinkled his nose when he looked at Teran, as if he smelled something foul. 'Talk to him.' The archer had pointed to a man sitting behind a table that blocked the entrance to the mansion, and he was currently talking to another man that wished to enter the archery tournament. Teran thanked the archer he had been speaking to, but was ignored, and approached the table to wait behind the man that wished to enter the archery tournament as well. When the man before him was finished, and went to join the group of waiting participants, Teran walked up to the desk. The man behind the desk was quite obviously a scribe, there were stains of in on his fingers, and even one on the tip of his long, beak-like nose. He seemed to be quite old as well, and missing most of his grey hair. When he looked up from his scroll and spotted Teran, he seemed quite surprised to see him standing there. 'Are you here for the tournament...?' he asked slowly. 'Yes sir!' The scribe sighed. 'Sorry boy, but only those of noble blood can participate in tournaments.' he then scratched his face irritably. 'Darn shame as well, used to be that archery was the only sport in which a commoner could prove he was just as good or better than a noble.' He then briefly looked down at the scroll, before looking around and focusing on Teran again. 'But it appears that we have one more spot open for this tournament, and it seems every noble from Shyf has already entered...So what's your name boy?' 'Teran Devis, sir.' Teran quickly answered. 'But wouldn't you get in trouble for this?' The scribe penned down his name. 'Age?' he asked Teran, and then added. 'And believe me, if I had to throw out Lord So-and-so to even out the numbers both me and Count van Ryvel would get into far more trouble.' 'Ah...' Teran muttered, and then quickly added ' I'm eighteen, sir.' The scribe wrote down Teran's name and age on the scroll before looking back up at him with a grin. "Win this one for me, would you?" he said, before standing up and going within the mansion. A few moments later it was announced by a servant clad in black and green that the tournament was about to begin, and Teran followed the rest of the participants to a field behind the mansion. There, they were greeted with a green field and targets placed at various distances. Placed against the walls of the mansions, safely away from the archers, were the stands for the visiting nobles to view the match. As the first two competitors were called, Teran and the others watched from the side-lines as they greeted the crowd and began the tournament by taking aim at the closest target and loosening their arrows. After they both loosed three arrows, the points each archer had earned were tallied up, and the one with the highest score went to the next round. Teran watched match after match, until finally his name was called. When he went to stand next to his opponent a shiver of excitement coursed through him, his opponent was an older man with gray streaks in his black hair and beard. A curious expression was on his face when Teran went to stand next to him, but he did not seem particularly outraged to have a commoner in the tournament, unlike some of the nobles... 'An outrage, who does he think he is? -I thought no commoners were not allowed to participate in this tournament? -filthy scoundrel, he should be punished. -throw him out!' Teran caught bits of what the nobles were saying about him, and they didn't sound particularly pleased... And just when he was sure that he would have to leave the archery tournament without even loosing an arrow, his opponent showed that he had a particular knack for silencing crowds. 'SILENCE!' The old man boomed. And everyone was silent. 'Let the boy be in the tournament.' he offered. 'Or have you all forgotten that when those Yslanders raided our shores forty years ago, that it was thanks to the peasants' skills with their bows that we drove them back to the frozen shores from where they came?' 'No we have not forgotten, Lord Arden,' A man in rich purple clothes said as he stood up. 'But I do remember the law put in place by King Leonard Goldhand that those of common blood can not participate in a tournament held by those of noble blood.' 'Bah,' Lord Arden replied. 'You know as well as I do, Baron Eton, that many people, commoners as well as nobles, find the law preposterous. As many of the new laws sanctioned by old King Leonard before he passed away, or do I have to remind you of the time when Feeding a hound cheese was punishable by death?' 'I lost my son that way.' someone from the crowd muttered. "Or," Lord Arden continued, before the Baron could reply. 'Are you afraid that your son will be bested by Teran here?' Baron Eton's face suddenly became beet red. 'Fine!' he shouted. 'Let him participate!' and sat down fuming at Lord Arden. After the conversation with Baron Eton, they could finally begin, and since Lord Arden had won the coin toss, he was the one that shot first. 'Don't expect me to go easy on you just because I defended you, boy.' he told Teran while he nocked his arrow. 'It wouldn't be any fun if you did.' Teran replied with a grin. Lord Arden chuckled at his response, and released the bowstring. The arrow cut through the air, and sank into the target close to the gold centre of the target. When it was Teran's turn, his loosed arrow hit the centre of the the gold, surprising both Lord Arden and the crowd. Lord Arden's next shot was far worse than his first, hitting the very top of the target, while Teran's arrow sank into the gold right next to his first one. 'Damn you're good, boy.' Lord Arden muttered after loosing his third, and last arrow, this one hit the target slightly closer to the first arrow he had loosed. 'Thank you, sir.' Teran replied politely, while he loosed the arrow he had just nocked, this one sinking into the target next to the two arrows of Lord Arden. After that final shot the points of Teran and Lord Arden were tallied up while they both collected their arrows. When they returned to their position, the servant clad in black and green came forth to announce the winner. 'Teran Devis wins and advance to the next round! Lord Gabriel Arden is out of the tournament!' 'I almost regret standing up for you the way I did.' Lord Arden said with a grin as they both left the field. 'If I did I might have lasted a bit longer.' he chuckled, and then grasped Teran's hand and shook it. 'Good luck, boy.' As it turned out Teran and Lord Arden had been the last participants of this round, and two servants in black and green removed the closest target for the next round. And after that was done, the next two participants were called forward. Teran won the second round as well, and the third. He even managed to beat Baron Eton's son, causing the Baron to storm away from the tournament with anger and disappointment plain to see on his face. So after all his winnings, it came as no surprise when Teran ended up in the finals. This time Teran found that he was facing off against a tall, lean man that looked about to be his age. But it was hard to tell as most of his face was obscured by a broad brimmed, black hat with a long red feather stuck in it. Teran recognized him as the man that had entered the tournament before him, and had entered under the name Byron Crimsonhawk, which sounded suspiciously like a fake name...but the Count had allowed it. 'Alright every one, it is time to start the final round.' the servant in black and green announced, before tossing a silver coin into the air. 'Call it.' 'Heads.' Teran said, while the coin was in the air. 'Well, I guess that leaves me with tails.' Byron mused when the servant caught the coin. 'Tails,' the servant announced, after opening his hand. 'Byron Crimsonhawk may shoot first.' After that announcement, Byron nocked his first arrow and took aim, leaving Teran to admire his bow. It was more a piece of art than a weapon, made of dark red wood and adorned with spun golden filigrees. But he also showed that it was not just his bow that had gotten him this far, but also his skill, because the arrow he loosed just narrowly missed the centre of the target. Teran sighed, this was probably the first time during the tournament that he was nervous. (Not counting the first round, when he was afraid that he would get kicked out...or worse.) But he also felt excitement as he pulled an arrow from the quiver, and nocked it on his bow. After taking careful aim, he loosed his arrow. After it cut through the air, it slammed into the target right next to that of Byron's, also narrowly missing the gold centre. It was Byron's turn again, he pulled the string of his bow back and aimed carefully. When he loosed his arrow this time, it did not miss the gold centre. Teran was not sure how he would beat that... His hard was hammering in his chest as he nocked his arrow, and slowly pulled the drawstring to his ear. With a deep breath Teran calmed his beating hard, and with a final glimpse to the target he slowly released the breath he had been holding, as well as the arrow. Teran watched as his arrow cut through the air, flying towards the centre were Byron's arrow was already imbedded. Then, a gasp of surprise went through the watching crowd as Teran's arrow split that of Byron in two as it sank into the centre of the target. 'Well, it's my loss.' Byron announced when it was his turn to shoot. 'Eh?' the servant said dumbfounded. 'But sir, you have one more shot left.' 'That doesn't matter,' Byron sighed. 'What Teran just did...I only heard of such a feat in the heroic ballads minstrels sing about. It's my loss, Teran wins this tournament and is the finest archer in Shyf!' Teran had not expected the loud cheer after Byron's announcement, and had stood dumbfounded while Byron shook his hand. 'Perhaps I shouldn't mention that I'm actually from Woads.' he thought to himself. After he had collected his arrows, and received praise from some of his other competitors as well as a pat on the back of Lord Arden, Teran was called inside to receive his prize from Count van Ryvel. Thankfully the one that guided him to the great hall was someone familiar, it was the scribe from before. As they walked he introduced himself as Erwin Booker, and he told Teran how great of an archer he was and that he knew that he was going to win, something in his eyes. But Teran was only half-listening, he was admiring the mansion while they walked. While Erwin tried to tell him about how Baron Eton had tried to disqualify him, Teran was admiring the the several paintings that hung from the walls, or the plants and statuettes that seemed to be around every new corner. But eventually they stopped in front of two, thick wooden doors with a prancing horse carved in each of them. 'Count van Ryvel is through here.' Erwin told Teran. 'I have to leave now, as I have other matters to attend to.' Erwin bade Teran farewell, and left the youth behind. With a broad grin, Teran opened the doors and entered the great hall. He stood in the door opening for a few moments as he looked up at the high ceiling and admired the work a painter had done there, upon the ceiling the city of Triump was painted in bright colours. When he heard someone clear his throat, Teran thought that he may have stared at the painting a little to long, and focused his attention to a man at the end of the hall sitting on a luxurious chair which stood on a raised dais. Teran quickly started walking, barely paying any attention to the banners that hung from the walls, depicting the Count's heraldry, and finally stopped in front of the raised dais, to get a good look at the man who had organized the tournament he had just won. He was a big man, although it was difficult to get a feel for his height as he sat down, with a broad chest and heavily muscled arms. His hair had more gray in it than brown, and was slicked back and bound into a tail. And from his dark brow, his steel gray eyes were focused on Teran. 'So...' he started, his voice amused. 'You're the lad Baron Eton was so worried about.' 'Yes sir.' 'And did you know it was forbidden for those not of noble blood to participate?' Teran hesitated, afraid that he might put Erwin in danger. 'No sir.' 'Don't lie, lad. I know this was Erwin's idea.' Count van Ryvel replied. 'I...don't know what you're talking about.' 'Look, I'm not mad.' the Count chuckled. 'Thanks to the two of you, this tournament was actually exciting. And both noble and commoner are spending coin and celebrating your victory. With a little luck, we can even abolish that silly law about commoners not being allowed into archery tournaments.' 'Oh...' was the only reply Teran could think of. 'Now, you may be wondering why I'm rewarding you for your victory here, without any pomp and ceremony?' Count van Ryvel asked. 'Actually,' Teran started, as he looked at the empty tables in the hall. 'It hadn't occurred to me before you mentioned it.' But before the Count could state his reasons, someone burst into the great hall. 'My lord, you're making a mistake!' a man said as he walked towards the count and Teran, the rich black robe he wore billowing as he did. 'Sorry sir, I tried to stop him.' Teran heard a husky, lightly accented, feminine voice before he saw the woman from who the voice came. Her long, gold hair was bound in a braid and the bangs framed her beautiful, tanned face. Teran caught her eyes for a moment, they were shaped like almonds and had the colour of molten gold, before she turned her attention to Count van Ryvel. 'Sir, I'm sorry but Aeron insisted on coming on.' she said coldly, but Teran barely heard her say it. His attention was instead focused on how her full lips formed those words. As the man called Aeron and the blonde haired woman were arguing, Teran observed the both of them. Aeron appeared to be in his thirties and his skin was pale, which made his inky black hair and beard appear even darker. He was even thinner than Teran was, his dark eyes were sunken and his cheeks hollow. 'Deandra, Aeron be silent!' the count bellowed, then he turned his attention Teran who was wondering how Deandra's body would look underneath that steel plate armor. '...Teran. Teran!' 'Huh, yes what?' he replied, his cheeks turning red. 'The reason I held the tournament, was to find the finest archer in the land,' the Count explained. 'But I didn't do this just to entertain some nobles.' This managed to catch Teran's attention. 'Then why did you do it, sir?' 'A beast has been terrorizing the land and towns surrounding my city, I've send a regiment of guards to deal with it. But most of them were wiped out, and the survivors swore it was a demon with scales as black as night.' 'Sir, I don't think it's wise to send him. If a group of trained guardsmen couldn't take down this monster, then I doubt a youth like him can.' Deandra protested. 'For once I have to agree with Miss Deandra,' Aeron replied dryly. 'One of the other participants could send an army instead of just one skinny boy with a bow that is about to fall apart.' 'I didn't mean it like that, Aeron.' Deandra said through gritted teeth. 'Could you two stop arguing for even a second!' the Count bellowed. 'Aeron, I value your advice but perhaps sending one man will improve our chances, he could observe the beast unnoticed and maybe find a weak point.' The Silver Arrows Ch. 02 Hey guys, Risax here. Like the first chapter, this one is fairly plot heavy. But there is some more sex in it than the previous one. (at least I thinks so...) Read and enjoy! Chapter 2 -- Hunting the Beast. Teran awoke slowly the next morning and rolled to his side, only to find it empty. The serving wench from last night having disappeared. He sighed and dragged himself out of bed, only then realizing how hungry he was. 'Well, I might as well get breakfast.' Teran mused, while putting on his pants. 'With a little luck I might find her downstairs.' So after he put on the rest of clothes, and collected his bow and quiver and made sure he had his pouch of coins, Teran left his room. But before going downstairs, he looked at the state of his clothes and decided that he might as well visit a tailor before meeting Deandra at the gates. With that idea in mind, he quickly descended the stairs to get himself some breakfast. When he arrived in the common room it was mostly empty, aside from yesterday's minstrel who was staring into a mug of water with bloodshot eyes. The only other one in the common room was the innkeeper and bartender, Sid Brehl, a stout, short balding man with a dark, bushy moustache. 'Ah, Teran. How can I help you?' he asked when he caught sight of him, and Sid was answered with a loud grumbling from Teran's stomach. 'I guess you want some breakfast then?' the innkeeper asked with a grin. Teran nodded in response. 'All right, take a seat anywhere. I'll wake the cook and you're breakfast should be done in a little while.' Sid told him, and went into a room behind the bar. True to his word, Sid had woken the cook as a few moments later the smells of food wafted into the common room. This caused the minstrel to rise to his feet and go outside, muttering something about needing fresh air or he was going to be sick. Finally, a plump woman carrying a plate of food came into the common room and put it down before him. 'So I guess you're the reason I was awoken from my beauty sleep?' she snorted. 'Only because it looks like you don't need it.' Teran shot back. The cook chuckled. 'Silver tongued devil.' she muttered while walking off, but Teran had already stopped listening and was hungrily shoving his breakfast of bread, eggs, bacon and cheese in his mouth. After finishing his food, Teran grabbed his bow and quiver, which had been resting against his chair and strapped them to his back. When Sid returned to the bar he asked about the serving wench from last night, he did his best in describing her but without a name the innkeeper couldn't really help him and simply suggested to return to the common room tonight. He then asked Sid about a good, affordable tailor. 'Ah, you should go to Rachel's place. She makes clothes for both the rich and the common folk.' he told Teran, and gave him some directions in the process. Teran thanked him and asked him to thank the cook as well, and then left the inn. * * * * 'Never again...' Teran muttered to himself. He had just finished his shopping, and was thinking back to when he went to the tailor. While Rachel had ordered her assistants to take his measurements, she was badgering him with questions about fabrics, colours and if he wanted to spend any extra money on embroidery for his clothing. And while Teran tried to assure her that he only wanted simple woollen clothes of greens and browns, Rachel's assistants had been a bit too focused on measuring the areas around his groan and ass, one was even so bold to pinch one of his buttocks. After that was done, Rachel assured Teran that she would bring his clothes to his room in 'The Empty Flagon' when they were finished, and he paid for them as well as a new burgundy cloak with many pockets sewn into it which he fastened around his shoulders as he left the store. Then he had had the brilliant idea to get some new boots, and went to look for a cobbler. He had found one, the owner of the store being a grumpy old man that had roughly removed his boots and measured his feet, muttering about the state of his old boots while he did. Then he had patched up his old boots, without Teran asking him to yet demanding that he paid for it, as well as the new boots he would make. So all in all, Teran was happy to be done with it and was more than ready to hunt some dangerous beast... Now he was approaching the gates of Triump, and looking around for a sign of Deandra. Until he was pulled aside by a cloaked and hooded figure, and was about to panic until he caught sight of a pair of gold-coloured eyes peeking out from under the hood. It was, of course, Deandra. But she had exchanged her heavy plate armour, for form-fitting dark leathers. Her leather armour showed off her curves, instead of hiding them. Giving Teran a good view of her breasts, which seemed to be more than handfuls, and her slim waist. With a cough, Deandra brought his attention back to her face, causing him to blush. 'Er...Hey Deandra. What's with the cloak and dagger stuff?' he asked her. 'I am used to doing jobs like this for the Count, though usually I'm hunting bandits.' Deandra told him. 'I don't want people to notice me here, and cause an uproar.' 'That makes sense, I guess.' Teran started. 'But what's with the change of armour?' 'We're supposed to sneak up on this beast and find a weakness, right? Plate armour doesn't exactly focus on stealth.' she explained. 'Now let's get moving.' After she finished talking, Deandra shot off like a arrow from a bow and ran out of the city. Teran looked after her in amazement for a few moments, and then quickly followed her, struggling to keep up... * * * * When Deandra finally stopped running, they were in a forest. Teran stopped next to her, struggling to catch his breath. When he finally got a look at his surroundings, he noticed trees with claw marks in them, or were completely toppled over, there were easily detectable tracks in the ground, and there were some discarded weapons around as well. But no sign of the guards that had been killed previously. Perhaps the others had taken them to be buried. 'It doesn't take a hunter to tell that this beast the Count spoke of has been here...' Teran told Deandra. 'Well, where is it now?' Deandra asked. Teran's ears picked up something moving in the distance, something heavy... 'Nearby.' he answered. He silently moved closer to the sounds of movements, carefully so he would not step on any dry leaves or twigs. Deadra followed behind him, surprising Teran by how silently she moved. When the both of them caught sight of a large creature standing in a clearing, they quickly crawled behind some nearby bushes. 'What the hell is that!?' Deandra asked as they observed the creature. It was the size of a small house, all right maybe not that big but it was definitely huge, and Teran would liken it to a wild boar if it wasn't for the fact that its body was covered in sleek, black scales and its front paws looked more like claws then the hooves on his hind legs. Not to mention that it had four nasty looking tusks. '...I've been a hunter for most of my live, but I have no idea what that...thing is.' Teran admitted. 'Frankly, I thought the Count was describing a dragon or something. Not some monstrous, overgrown pig.' 'You sound...disappointed.' Deandra said while she furrowed her brow. 'I just think it would make for a better story, is all...' '...You're either very brave, or very stupid.' Deandra groaned. 'But if you think you can slay a dragon, then tell me "hero" how are we going to kill this thing?' 'One of its scales is cracked, it seems that the guards have managed to hurt it.' Teran pointed out. 'If we focus our attacks on that, we might be able to bring it down...' Deandra's face scrunched up in concentration, but she could not make out the cracked scale Teran had spoken off. 'Well, what's the plan?' she eventually asked. 'I'm going to try and hit the scale with one of my arrows.' 'Are you sure that that's wise?' 'Not really. But if my arrow doesn't kill it, he will be properly distracted when charging me. And you could strike the killing blow, if you have any weapons?' Teran explained, and Deandra pulled aside her cloak to reveal a longsword strapped to her side. 'If it does attack you...what will you do?' 'Shriek like a little girl, most likely.' Deandra grinned at Teran's reply, while the archer started to string his bow. 'You'd better hide somewhere.' Teran whispered as he pulled a silver arrow from his quiver. When he had nocked the arrow onto his bow, Deandra had already disappeared. The beast was occupied with digging in the dirt, probably looking for something to eat, and Teran took that chance to carefully take aim at the damaged scale. He took a deep breath as he pulled the bowstring back to his ear, and released the arrow at the same time as he released his breath. Luckily he hit the target, and the arrow sunk into the unprotected skin beneath the cracked scale. Darkened blood sprayed from the wound, but it didn't seem to be enough to kill the beast. Instead a terrifying roar echoed through the forest, and the beast turned towards Teran who had been to slow in hiding in the bushes again. 'Oooh...this is bad...' Teran whispered to himself. And it was, because the beast started the rush towards him with rage in its beady little eyes. As promised, Teran started to scream in terror and ran away as quickly as he could. Teran felt a sudden burst of strength in his muscles, and climbed into a tall tree. (and barely touched the bark or branches in the process.) He was sitting on a thick branch, and watched the beast rushing towards the tree. 'This might not have been the best idea...' Teran said out loud when he remembered the toppled over trees he had previously seen. But it did not stop him from nocking another arrow, and aiming from one of the beast's small eyes. He felt a strange power surging through him, and a soft silver light surrounded the arrow. When he released it, the arrow cut through the air and into one of its eyes. A wail of pain echoed throughout the forest, and it fell to it's side, legs flailing in pain as it tried to rise to it's feet again. But Deandra suddenly appeared, and took this chance to stab the beast's wounded side. When the beast finally stopped moving, Teran sighed in relief and then darkness appeared at the edges of his sight. And suddenly...he felt himself falling. * * * * 'Hey! Hey! Are you all right?' Teran groaned and when he slowly opened his eyes he saw Deandra's face above him 'Is it dead?' he asked groggily. 'The beast? Yes.' Deandra said pointing at the corpse of the large animal. 'But you sure got some bad luck, you didn't get a scratch when fighting the beast and when it finally dies, you fall out of a tree!' the blonde pointed out, a smile tugging at her full lips. Teran allowed himself a grin, but it faded away when his stomach started to growl. 'Can we eat it?' he asked, eyeing the beast while wondering what it would taste like. 'You seriously want to eat that thing?' Deandra asked with a look on disgust on her face as she followed Teran's gaze. 'I'm sorry, but we can't. The Count wants it brought to the city intact.' she explained. 'Why?' Teran asked, his curiosity temporarily distracting him from his hunger. 'I'm not sure, perhaps he wants to look for any weak-points in case more show up. Or he just wants to show it off, it would help the morale of the citizens if they know that he can protect them of such creatures.' Deandra explained. 'Anyway, if you really are that hungry I got some dried meat and cheese in my pack. But first, we have to inform the Count that we have slain the beast...And you could use a bath.' 'How are we going to inform him then? We're a few hours away from the city, so unless you can pull a dove out of your sleeve to deliver a message we would have to walk.' Teran asked. Instead of answering, Deandra pulled a small glass orb from her cloak pocket, as well as some flint and steel. 'This was made by one of our alchemist, it lights up the sky for miles around and once the Count or one of his men spots it, they will send a regiment of guards to pick us and the beast up.' she explained, while trying to set the piece of twine that stuck out of the orb on fire. 'I just wish they found an easier way to do this.' she muttered. When the piece of twine finally caught fire, she quickly grabbed the orb and threw it, surprisingly high, up in the air. When the orb was at its highest point, a soft *bang* resounded through the forest, and a bright ball of red fire appeared were the orb has been before. Teran admired it for a while, and was certain that no one would be able to miss that. 'So, how about that bath?' Deandra asked. 'Fine, fine.' Teran answered. 'Is there somewhere I can get cleaned up?' 'There is a stream past those bushes.' Deandra pointed out. 'All right, thanks. Before I go clean up though, do you know where my bow is?' Teran asked, next to him lay the quiver of silver arrow, as well as his nearly folded cloak. But he could not find his longbow. 'Uh...I'm sorry, but it broke when you fell on top of it.' Deandra told him, and handed him his broken bow. Teran looked at it sadly, the longbow had been made from the heartwood of an ancient yew. His mother had made it for him...With a sigh, he put it away. It had been about to fall apart anyway, he told himself. 'Well, I guess I can always get a new one.' he mumbled, while making his way to the stream. After walking through the bushes, he saw the stream Deandra had talked about. The water was clear enough to see the gravel at the bottom, a few larger rocks were sticking out of the water at the far end, were the stream seemed to be deeper. When Teran slowly started to undress, he noticed that Deandra had been right. He was filthy. Leaves and sticks were stuck in his hair, dirt was smeared on his hands and arms and he reeked of sweat. And his clothes weren't much cleaner... After he was stripped naked, Teran did his best to wash his clothes in the stream, and when he deemed them to be "clean", he laid them down in the grass to dry and stepped into the stream. 'Cold!' he winced, but still waded towards the deeper part of the stream and quickly duck under. When he came back up, gasping for air, he heard someone ask, 'So, how's the water?' Teran nearly went under again when he turned towards Deandra, because she stood on the bank of the stream in all her naked glory. Her blonde hair was now loose, and fell nearly to her waist, but Teran barely noticed it. No, his eyes were focused on something else. To be specific, he was staring at her large breast. The round orbs were just as tanned as the rest of her skin and sat high and firm on her chest, and were capped with small dark nipples. But the rest of her body was no less pleasing to the eye, as Teran noticed when his eyes curiously drifted lower. Stopping briefly to admire her slim waist, and the outline of a set of finely honed abdominal muscles as well as her taut, muscular stomach which seemed to be stripped of all excess fat. And of course he could not avoid sneaking a peek at her groin, there he spotted her pussy which was completely shaven smooth, except for a small tuft of blonde hair above it. Last, but not least, he ran his eyes over her broad hips, discreetly muscled thighs and long, flawless legs. Then he noticed how quite he had been all this time, and quickly turned his attention back to Deandra's face. If the blonde was uncomfortable with his stares, then it did not show on her face. 'Er...It's kind of cold.' He finally responded. 'I can deal with a little cold.' Deandra said as she stepped in the water, wincing slightly despite her words. 'Want me to wash your back?' she asked when she was closer to him, holding up her right arm to show a bar of soap on a rope wrapped around her wrist. Teran nodded slowly, before he quickly making his way to a rock sticking out of the surface of the stream and sat down on it. He heard Deandra approach him from behind, and soon felt her hands on his back, working soap into his skin. 'You're more muscular than I thought...' Deandra mused while soaping up his back. 'Hehe, thanks.' Teran answered nervously. They did not speak much more after that, but a gasp from Teran suddenly broke the silence when he felt Deandra's chest pressing against his back, her hands now rubbing soap into his shoulders. 'You don't mind me doing this?' she asked. 'Nonono not at all.' he quickly replied, and felt himself growing erect. But the pleasure of feeling Deandra's breasts pressing against his back, didn't last long. Instead she pulled away from him and collected some of the stream water in her cupped hands, and poured the cold water over Teran's back to wash the soap off, causing him to yell out in surprise. Deandra giggled softly, which was a surprising sound coming from the warrior woman, and shooed Teran of the rock before sitting down on it herself and handing him the bar of soap. 'My turn now.' she said with a grin. Teran quickly went to stand behind her, admiring her discreetly muscled before he started to work the soap into her bronzed skin. As he delicately soaped up her back, he heard Deandra sigh softly. He smiled as his hands went higher, and eventually rested on her shoulders. 'Is it all right if I massage your shoulde- uwha!' the soap had made his hands slippery, causing him to not have a good grip on her shoulders. Instead his hands slipped off her shoulders, and he fell forward, grabbing Deandra's breasts for support. 'Teran?' '...Yes?' 'Those are not my shoulders.' '...Sorry.' Teran replied. 'Not sorry enough to remove your hands, apparently.' Deandra said drily, her full lips forming a grin. 'Sorry.' Teran said again, and was about to pull his hands away from her breasts when Deandra's hands grabbed his wrists. 'Don't worry about it,' she purred. 'After all we've been through today, I think we both need to blow of some stream...' 'Huwha?' was Teran's very eloquent reply, but it did not stop him from nuzzling Deandra's slender neck while he gently massaged her breasts, groaning softly when he noticed that he could not fit the bronzed orbs in his hands. He rolled her dark nipples between her fingers, and softly squeezed the large orbs and continued kissing her neck. But Deandra suddenly pulled Teran's hands away from her breasts, and turned to face Teran. Without warning, she grabbed the back of his head and kissed him passionately. When the kiss was broken, Teran was briefly stunned. 'I wanted to do that for a while now...' Deandra purred. Teran responded by stupidly asking, 'Why?' 'Why? You helped kill a dangerous beast today, you're a hero. And you're cute.' Deandra told him with a grin. 'Yeah, I suppose I was quite heroic when I was running around shrieking in terror.' Teran said drily, but it didn't stop him from pushing his lips against Deandra's for another soul-searing kiss. When the kiss was broken, Deandra lied back down on the rock and spread her legs wide, showing Teran the wet, swollen state of her labia. Before she could ask what she wanted him to do, Teran knelt in the water in front of her and spread her lower lips with his hands, and pushed his tongue inside of her pink folds, bringing a soft moan from the blonde. He continued hungrily lapping her slit, eagerly swallowing her juices. When Deandra's breathing became heavier, and her legs started to twitch every now an then, Teran pulled his head back. 'Damn it! I was so close! Why did you stop?' Deandra whined. 'So I could do this.' Teran answered, while lining his erect prick up with the blonde's drenched cunt, and pushed his hips forward. The Silver Arrows Ch. 02 'Ah! Yes!' she gasped as Teran's thick cock sank into her snatch, her lower lips stretching around it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and slowly pulled him closer, only to be swept up in another kiss. During their passionate lip lock Teran put his hands under her knees, and started to slowly pump his hips. When Teran started to pick up speed, Deandra moaned loudly in his mouth and dug her fingers in his back. Teran groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain and started to pump his hips more ferociously, bringing squeals from the blonde as his dick hammered the depths of her wet, sensitive snatch. When the walls of her pussy contracted around his cock, the kiss was abruptly broken. Deandra stared up at the blue sky with her mouth open in a perfect 'O', but no sound left her throat, her body trembled softly and Teran felt something wet smacking against his crotch. The young archer gasped in surprise, she was squirting! When that realization hit him, his own balls tightened and with a dark groan jism sprayed from his cock. He tightly held Deandra's legs as ropes of his cum coated the walls of the blonde's quivering cunt. When Teran could finally pull out, he stumbled backwards and fell on his ass into the water. 'I guess...we need to clean ourselves up all over again.' Deandra sighed. 'I don't know about you, but I can still go on.' Teran said while climbing back to his feet. Deandra laughed softly. 'You're way to energetic.' she muttered as she slowly got up from the rock she had been lying on. 'I'll take that as a compliment.' Teran replied, as he helped her to her feet. 'You should,' Deandra purred. 'Because I'm not satisfied yet!' she yelled gleefully as she pushed Teran into the water, all trace of her weariness gone. Teran fell into the water with a loud splash, while Deandra ran towards the edge of the stream while giggling loudly. When he came back up, Teran was briefly disoriented but quickly saw Deandra trying to climb out of the water, and wasted no time in running towards her. As soon as was close enough he grabbed the blonde's hips, causing her to stop trying to escape from the stream, and line his erect dick up with her slick pussy. Deandra cooed softly when he sank his cock into her pussy again and pressed her breasts against the ground of the bank, causing small strands of grass to tickle her skin. The darkened lips of Deandra's pussy twitched around Teran's invading shaft, seemingly asking for more, and that is what he did. With one rough thrust he slammed the entire length of his member into her warm wet depths, getting a pleased squeal from the blonde in front of him. A low growl of lust escaped her throat, and she looked over her shoulder at him with eyes begging for more. So Teran's fucking became faster, more ferocious, but Deandra showed no discomfort at all, instead she seemed to be enjoying it. Girlcum gushed from Deandra's snatch as Teran continued to pump his hips, his stomach smacking against her upturned ass every time he bottomed out. But finally, they cried out in unison and climaxed. Ropes of spunk joined Teran's previous load, now whipped into a creamy froth, deep inside Deandra's pussy. While her warm depths desperately milked the spraying shaft for more. Seeing as both of them had experienced two powerful orgasms in a short period of time, both Deandra and Teran were breathing heavily as they dragged themselves out of the stream. They were sweaty and wet grass clung to their skin, while cum dribbled out of Deandra's snatch and her juices coated Teran's groin. Their effort to get cleaned up seemed to have been in vain. Deandra crawled closer to Teran and hugged him tightly, while resting her head on his chest. 'You're quite the stud, aren't you...' she muttered softly while her hand slowly went towards his softening member. 'Apparently not a big enough one to please you.' Teran groaned as she softly started stroking his member. 'Uh, please...I can barely stand.' Deandra replied. 'I just like to touch you.' 'Right back at you.' Teran groaned, while squeezing one of the blonde's firm, but shapely, buttocks. But the, ahem, "romantic" moment was disturbed with a large growl from Teran's stomach. 'Still hungry?' 'Yep.' he replied, embarrassed. 'Well, lets put on some clothes and set up camp while we wait for the guards to show up.' Deandra told Teran, and got up to get dressed. * * * * Both Teran and Deandra were currently sitting on their cloaks around a small campfire, located a few feet away from the carcasses of the beast, and were sharing Deandra's dried meat and cheese among each other. When the food was gone Deandra slowly crawled towards Teran, somehow managing to sexy while wearing her armour, and fished Teran's cock out of his pants. Deandra cooed. 'So...You're ready for more?' she asked huskily, while slowly stroking his cock. Teran groaned, and nodded as his cock started to grow erect. Deandra smiled, and eagerly put the crown in her mouth, moaning softly as a bead of his precum hit her tongue. Teran groaned as the blonde swallowed more and more of his dick, until she managed to swallow it in it's entirety and started to slowly bob her head up and down. As she did this, Deandra cupped Teran's balls and started to bob her head faster and faster. But just when Teran was about to reach climax, he heard the sounds of men in armour and horses approaching. And so did Deandra, as she quickly pulled her head back and let his cock escape her mouth. She stood up just in time to greet the first guard that entered the clearing, managing to look imposing despite the fact that she just had Teran's cock down her throat. Teran quickly stuffed his softening cock back into his pants (the idea of armed and armoured men was not an arousing one) before the rest showed up. Five other guards arrived, one sitting on a cart pulled by two strong looking horses. A few of them gasped in fear when they caught sight of the dead beast, but one guard, and older man with a pale scar under his right eye, wasn't fazed by it. No, instead he cursed and shouted, 'It's dead ya pansies! Get it in the cart!' The others briefly muttered, but then surrounded the dead creature and groaned as they lifted it and threw it in the cart. The horses in front of it snorted nervously, but were trained well and didn't panic. Then the guard sitting on the cart laid out a large piece of white canvas over the carcass to hide it from prying eyes. When everything was taken care of, the guard on the cart clucked his tongue and spurred the horses into action. After they had packed their things, Deandra and Teran followed the cart and the guards back to the city of Triump. * * * * 'By the gods this thing is ugly!' Count van Ryvel shouted as he observed the beast lying on one of the large tables of his great hall. 'I can't believe the two of you managed to kill it.' he added, while running his hands over the scales towards the gaping wound Deandra's sword had made. 'Have you already found out what it is yet?' Aeron asked, the pale man standing far away from the body of the dead beast. 'I've got Erwin going through the library, with a little luck he'll found something.' Count van Ryvel told him before he turned his attention to Teran and Deandra, who were both slouching on the benches at one of the tables. 'As for you two, go get some rest. You've done enough today.' At his command Deandra rose up from the bench, and bowed her head at him before she pulled Teran up as well. The youth made a lazy salute, and both he and Deandra left the great hall. As soon as the doors closed behind them closed, Deandra's soldier-like attitude faded and she pressed her lips against Teran's. 'Let's go to my room, there we can finish what we started at the campsite.' she told him after breaking the kiss, and then dragged him along with her. As they walked -well Deandra walked, Teran was dragged- they passed several servants, guards and the occasional artwork before Teran was dragged up a set of stairs. Once upstairs, Deandra opened the first door to her right and dragged Teran into the room. Inside they were greeted by a luxurious, but spartanly furnished, room. Aside from the large, soft looking bed, the only furniture was a small wardrobe, and empty weapons rack and two armour racks, one of which was empty while the other had plate armour placed on it. Deandra quickly dropped her cloak to the floor, and stripped out of her armour. While she placed it on the armour rack, Teran undressed as well. When she was finished with her armour, she dropped to her haunches in front of Teran. 'I believe this is where I left you at the campsite?' she purred while stroking his hardening cock, and pushing the crown against her full, velvety lips before opening her mouth and swallowing the angry head. Teran could only respond with a grunt as Deandra pushed her head forward to swallow more of his shaft. The blonde bobbed her head head up and down the length of his cock, and Teran's cock started to drool precum in her mouth. Which she hungrily swallowed, while she pulled him closer by grabbing his ass. Teran willingly went along with it, and his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as the blonde's throat tightened around his invading member as she sucked him off. But when he was close to reaching climax, she pulled her head back until his cock left her mouth. 'Damn it, I was so close! Why did you stop?' Teran whined. 'So I could do this!' Deandra answered, mirroring the conversation that had happened when Teran orally pleased her at the stream, and pushed him on his back. With a grin, she pounced on him and placed her hands on his chest while she straddled his hips and lined up his member with her drenched pussy. When she slowly lowered herself on his cock a soft gasp passed her full lips when the crown of his cock pushed past her lower lips, and into her wet depths. Slowly, but surely, Deandra slid more of Teran's member. And when she thought that he was about to reach climax, she stopped until she was certain she could go on. Teran could barely take the torturous pace and was moaning under her, desperately trying to pull her down on the rest of his length. But Deandra was relentless, and simply kept up the slow pace. Until he was completely inside of her, then she started to really fuck him... Teran gasped as Deandra started to bounce up and down on his cock and he eagerly returned her thrusts, only to have dollops of her juices land upon his groin and stomach, but that only made the both of them go faster. Soon, Teran's eyes were locked on Deandra's large jiggling tits and could not resist stretching his neck to take one of her dark nipples into his mouth, and suck on it. Deandra moaned in pleasure, and lovingly stroked Teran's head with her right hand, while her left hand was gently caressing her other breast. Teran, seeing as he was already close to cumming after Deandra sucked him off, wasn't able to last much longer and soon felt his sack tightening. With a strangled groan Deandra's nipple popped out of Teran's mouth, and the first ropes of cum burst from his cumslit and splattered against the walls of Deandra's cunt. The sensation of his hot cum coating the walls of her pussy also set off Deandra's own climax and with a cry of bliss she slammed down on the entirety of Teran's cum-spewing member while an orgasm coursed through her body. So Deandra was bucking wildly on top of Teran's dick, while her juices poured over his groin and the walls of her pussy clenched around his member. Teran himself had his eyes shut tight and groaned as the last few strands of cum left his balls, and sprayed out of his cock. When both their climaxes were finished, Deandra collapsed on top of Teran while breathing heavily. 'Oof...I'm beat.' she whispered softly. 'I wanted to play around with you a little more, but I don't have it in me...I'm going to take a nap now.' she added sleepily. 'Could you get of me first?' Teran asked. 'No, you're comfy.' she lazily shot back, and then she giggled when he crawled out from under her and picked her up in his arms. 'Aren't you a gentleman...' she yawned while he carried her towards the bed. 'Well I can't just let you sleep on the floor.' he replied, not trying to show that it took all his remaining strength to carry her. After he had laid her down on the bed, he was about to leave but felt Deandra's arms wrapping around his waist. 'Why don't you stay here tonight?' she asked, something in her voice telling him that she had something naughty planned for the next morning. Not being able to resist such an invitation, Teran shrugged. 'I doubt I would've been able to make it back to my inn anyway.' he muttered while crawling next to her. As soon as he laid his head down on the pillow she crawled closer to him, pressing her breasts against his side, and rested her head on his chest. Soon she dozed off, while snoring softly. Teran grinned, when he had first met her yesterday he would not have guessed that she could act like this, and then fell into a deep slumber himself and dreamt of the adventures he was going to have. ---- So that was Chapter 2, I hope you enjoyed it! Some bad news though, since I only properly planned out the first two chapters it will take a while before Chapter 3 hits. Sorry about that... As always, feedback and constructive criticism, is highly appreciated.