Feature Writer: snooker123 /
Feature Title: DEMON’S BANE /
Story Codes: Erotic Horror /
Synopsis: Woman’s adventure with a little of everything /
Author’s Note: This story was completely inspired by the picture I found while surfing the net, looking for stuff, for the softer side of beasts web site. I’m not sure how it went from that picture into quite a lengthy story but here it is, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Demon’s Bane
Part 1
Sara entered the Inn and realized with a quick look around, it was a hub for travelers of all kinds, mostly men. Some were seedy and unkempt, others fair and righteous, protecting their women from lewd advances. A woman alone there might come into trouble if she were not very careful. She toured the room further with her eyes, not daring yet to step into the active interior. It was busy and overwhelming; she had never had the gall to enter a place like this one and even her own father would never have frequented such a rudimentary establishment as this.
She gazed down at herself, checking her attire and comparing it to the few women who sat close to the bar. They were hanging on to and draping themselves over the men, showing their interest in an obviously sensual manner, hoping perhaps to gain their attentions. Her own clothing far from feminine, she looked more like a man in the leather riding clothes her father insisted she wear. She was grateful she had heeded his words; perhaps the men in the room wouldn’t be drawn to her soft curves and womanly scent.
Crude heavy wooden tables and chairs dotted the room here and there; two fireplaces at either end at least warmed the place. There were lanterns at intervals along both sides of the walls, facing north and south a few pictures were scattered haphazardly, mostly depicting full-bodied voluptuous women.
Six men were seated at clumsy wooden stools placed around the counter of the bar. Two men were laughing loudly it was obvious by their hand gestures and vulgar statements that they were discussing some past encounter with a female.
Her eye caught movement in a dark corner and she hurriedly looked away; she didn’t know they let such creatures into a place of men. It was a Wood Elf, and although she had never seen one, she knew what it was by the slight pointed ears and the dark brooding eyes. Her father had told her stories of the Elves, saying they were not to be trusted and she felt a small stab of fear.
She scanned the room franticly then, for a group of females that she might join until her escort arrived. The coach had brought her this far but could only come as far as the Inn before the driver had to turn around and carry passengers back to the small town she lived in. She had one small carpetbag and very little gold; the letter she had received from the school said she would need nothing but herself and a few clothes.
Sara Michael’s was an innocent girl, just turning 21. She lived with her father only, a kind man who had always looked out for her welfare. He patiently raised his daughter, schooling her at home and keeping her from the ways of men. She did, though, have some experience, stealing a few hours here and there with a boy in the hayloft of her father’s barn.
When she turned 21 her father, unable to keep her from wanting to experience more of life and more of boys, finally agreed to let her go to the distant town of Northbridge to cook and help school children. An ad that came in the form of a news sheet once a month to the little town of Lima where they resided, told of a need for a cook at a school and said there was a need for said person to help with studies. The ad was not completely clear but Sara made assumptions and convinced her father it was an enormous opportunity for a young woman just starting out.
Two months later, after a short correspondence with the school by post, and also with a man hired to escort her, Sara’s father hugged her tightly and saw his daughter off by way of coach.
He was deeply saddened to see her go, but knew in his heart she would have too find her own way and hoped his teachings would be enough to see her through life without mishap and danger.
She had always been a strong-willed girl but shy and quiet outside her own surroundings. He was afraid for her safety and looked carefully into hiring a man of reputation to escort her to Northbridge; it would be a week of hard travel in a dangerous, wild country and he hired what he thought was the best man for the job.
She looked around the room not knowing what he looked like but he would know her by the riding apparel she wore and the red scarf around her neck.
Sara Spotted three women at a table at the far end of the room near a fireplace and sighed with relief and tentatively went to see if she could sit with them. She edged her way to the table, head down, careful not to look in any man’s eyes that she passed. Gratefully, she took a seat as one of the women, seeing her discomfort, patted the chair beside her.
“Are you alone, dear?” the first asked. The other two women looked at her without much interest and appeared as if they might work in the inn. Their dresses were of the sort she imagined were worn by women of the night.
Conscious of her own attire she felt out of place in her riding clothes and wished she had thought to bring something more suitable for the busy inn. “I am alone and would be glad to sit here till my escort arrives. I’ve never been here and it’s so full of activity,” said Sara. Gwen nodded in agreement.
“Do you have a name, child? Mine is Gwen; this is Ruby and Stella.”
The older woman Gwen gave her shoulder a brief squeeze, attempting to put her more at ease.
“I’m Sara pleased to meet you all.” Gwen gave her a warm smile while the other two just nodded their heads in concord.
“What brings you here alone in this place dear?” Gwen asked.
“I’m to work at the town of Northbridge at the school there for young children.”
“A teacher?”
“No, Ma’am, a cook. But I’m to help the children with classes as I’m able; I can read and write.” She replied the pride showing on her face.
The other two looked up at her, unmistakable envy on their faces.
“Read and write? How did you learn?” asked Stella, her interest showing.
“‘Twas my father that taught me,” she said.
“Who’s your escort, then?” asked Ruby
“His name is Matthew Landau; I’ve never met him, but he was hired by my father to take me to Northbridge.”
“Landau! Oh you’re in for a treat girl! That man is known well by the woman around here,” said Stella.
“What do you mean known well?” she asked, her voice giving away the concern she felt.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear, he’s hired by many travelers. He knows his way around the country… among other things. He’ll get you safely where you’re going,” replied Ruby.
Stella and Ruby smiled wickedly, Gwen gave them a little kick each, under the table. Sara looked confused and hoped he was not some scoundrel.
“Pay no attention to them, dear. He has a good reputation; I’m sure your father looked carefully before deciding to hire him,” said Gwen
“Oh, he does have a reputation alright, and he can park his boots anytime he likes under my bed,” Stella laughed.
Sara’s face turned red, understanding what they meant. Her experience with men was limited and the boy she had frolicked with in the barn had taken her virginity in a clumsy showing of his affection. Later she had been left with a feeling of dissatisfaction and wanted so much to feel the attentions of a real man, someone strong and gentle that knew how to please a lady in ways she could only dream off.
“Look, there’s your man, now” said Ruby, indicating with an open hand.
“He’s looking a little rough today,” Stella grinned. “I wonder what he’s been up to.”
Sara watched the man as he limped over to the bar; her attention was drawn to the blood streaks on his trousers and light spattering on his jacket sleeve. There was a smear on his face of what she thought must be dirt. Appalled that her father had chosen such an unrefined man to take her to Northbridge, she was tempted to run from the inn and take the coach back.
She couldn’t help but wonder if her father had actually met with this man or had hired him through some third party. He looked seedier then the men drinking at the bar and concern showed on her brow and spread to her mouth. She shrank down in her chair hoping he wouldn’t spot the red scarf she wore to alert him to her presence, as arranged by her father.
Gwen caught her look of horror and tried to ease her mind. “Don’t worry, dear. He’s just been hunting or something; he doesn’t normally look that disheveled. I’m sure he’ll clean up a bit before you start out.”
“Wait here; I’ll go fetch him and introduce you,” said Stella, with a wicked smile.
Sara waited at the table, her apprehension growing far more quickly then she liked.
Stella sauntered to the bar, her hips swaying in a most provocative manner. Sara watched the two, carefully deriving information from the body language of the pair. He downed his drink and lightly pushed Stella away, clearly not wanting to be bothered. Stella flashed him a cold look and said something that made him glance in Sara’s direction.
He grinned and limped to where she sat. Her heart pounded in her chest, as her anxiety grew.
His eyes were cold, steel-blue; sandy-colored hair, long and untrimmed, fell in a haphazard manner, covering part of his face. There were scars, one across his right cheek and another just below his chin running down to meet his thick neck. He was handsome in a rough sort of way, and it was obvious by his hands that he was used to extreme weather and hard work.
There was an air about him, something almost primal in nature, and she imagined he must be strong-tempered and wouldn’t put up with any nonsense or whining behavior. She could see how a woman might be attracted to such a man, and how a wayward creature might run in fear of him. She decided then that he was not the type of man for her; she would prefer someone softer-tempered and gentle.
He held out his hand. “Afternoon, Miss, I’m Matt; pleased to meet you.” There was disinterest clearly showing in his face, like he wanted nothing more to do with her.
“Thank you, I’m Sara,” she said, wanting to scream and run away but shook his hand instead. How would she ever get through a week with this man? He seemed not to care at all!
The three women at the table looked on, amusement showing on their faces. They knew Matthew Landau well and had had the pleasure of his company from time to time. His strong demanding manner had not fooled them, and Stella worked him anytime he came to the Inn. Flaunting her self—hoping for a few minutes alone with him in his room.
“Miss if you will follow me, please? I have a room upstairs; you’ll need to rest an hour or two before we leave. This is no fairy tale adventure and there’s no comfort on the way.” His steel-blue eyes left no room for bargaining.
Abruptly he turned and indicated that she should follow him. Sara bewildered by his actions and coarse manner was now more nervous than ever. She looked at the three women and hoped that somehow they might help her. Did he really believe she would follow him to his room, without so much as a word? She couldn’t see a way out of it. She threw her head back in a defiant gesture, hoping to make it clear she was not pleased, but did follow him.
“Good luck with your journey, dear,” were the only words spoken by Gwen, as Sara followed him up the stairs. Her legs like rubber and hands shaking, her body following suit, wracked with a nervous twitch as they went up the stairs. Images of him ravaging her ran through her mind; she could almost feel his filthy body pressing her down on the bed and taking her in a most unpleasant manner. She really didn’t need to rest and opened her mouth to say so, but it was too late—they were at his room.
Part Two
He opened the door to the room and with a sweep of his hand waved her in first. A gentleman’s gesture, she thought. She couldn’t help but notice that he did not smell pleasant as she passed him and hoped he would stay at a respectful distance. He gave her a brief look up and down her body and seemed to be completely uninterested in her womanly shape. In fact, he was looking instead for signs that she might be used to riding long distances or at the very least capable of coping with the outdoors for days at a time.
Looking hard he saw no sign of hard work, no indication she might have spent time outdoors and his own concern grew at the small pale-skinned woman before him. Her body was lithe enough and quite shapely but lacked any sort of real muscle or hardness. She would have a rude awakening soon enough when the trail got tough. Without a word he reached for her bag and thew it down on floor and then peeled off his shirt, revealing a hard muscular chest and light colored hair that ran down to his belly.
Oh, the gall, she thought, unclothing right before her very eyes. She reaffirmed her suspicions that he was indeed some scoundrel and she would be forced to endure some hideous groping and pawing at her ripe flesh before he would take her and overpower her with his strength.
“I’m gonna get cleaned up down the hall; you lay down for awhile and rest,” he said, as his pants came off.
Sara, totally dismayed, turned her head and covered her eyes; she feared his underthings would be next. How dare he take such liberties right in front of her! Her own father would never have done anything like this; the most she had ever seen of him was his bare chest when he was out in the fields.
“Don’t worry, miss, your father hasn’t paid for that,” he mused and grinned at her. “My job is to see you safe at Northbridge and nothing more. Later we will go over the rules and expectations. Now lay down as you were told and rest.”
He left the room, then—to clean up, she presumed—and she was left feeling more than a little confounded. He had not done any of those things her mind had conjured up and she was slightly disconcerted at his ambivalence.
She was too nervous to lie down and instead sat in the only chair the room provided and wished she were somewhere else. He had been so quick she hadn’t even seen how bad the cut was, which she surmised must be on his leg, and wondered if he was in pain and if he could ride. She decided she didn’t care and could be as indifferent as he had been with her.
The door opened and she leaped from her chair almost forgetting where she was. Entering his face showed his displeasure at her standing and not resting on the bed.
She gasped at his leg and saw the red jagged line about four inches long just inside his left knee. He wore only a rough towel around his waist and she couldn’t help but notice his forearms and thigh muscles were huge and obviously lean from hard work. The fresh scent of soap replaced the unpleasant odor from before. It wasn’t proper to be undressed in front of a lady but he didn’t seem to care and talked while opening a drawer and retrieving some clean clothes.
“It’s a long, long ride, Sara, and as I said, there are no comforting little inns like this on the way. The land is wild and dangerous. I expect nothing more than your complete obedience to what I say, when I say it; it will save us both a lot of trouble. Elves rule this part of the country and if you don’t do as I tell you, you may find yourself in the company of creatures much less gentlemanly then me,” he said, slipping undershorts in place under the towel.
“Do you understand? Can I expect your complete attention?” he asked, and while pulling on his trousers noticed she was looking at the cut on his leg. “To answer your question regarding my leg—it is only a scratch and will be healed shortly. It does not affect my ability to ride. If I were you, I would concentrate on your own tolerances and rest before we begin. Now, do we have an understanding?”
“Yes, I understand,” was all she could muster. His hard manner told her to keep quiet and not question him.
“Good. With that out of the way, we can continue. The horses are being prepared; we leave in an hour. I’ll return here then; spend the time as you wish,” he said, buttoning his shirt. Pulling his socks and boots on he gave her a slight smile and again left the room.
His demeanor had her more than a little anxious and she wondered what sort of man he was, it was apparent that he was not the sort to fool around and had not even asked after her welfare or how her ride on the coach had been. He did have a strong forceful way about him and she was determined to follow his lead and make him impressed with her riding abilities.
The hour passed much swifter then she expected. She was lost in thoughts of the journey ahead and wished her father had picked a man more chivalrous than him.
Matt returned to the room and indicated she should follow him outside. He didn’t ask if she had rested and didn’t seem to care at all how she had spent the hour; his indifference was maddening and she was determined to make him take notice of her.
It was much cooler outside than before and she pulled a cloak from her bag and wrapped it tightly around herself.
“Is that all you have, that mere cloak?”
“Yes. The school said to bring only a few clothes and nothing else.”
“You’ll freeze long before the journey’s over. Did you think you would not need clothing for the outdoors?”
“It was just that the school said not to bring anything and my father said you would supply anything I might need.”
“So I’m to clothe you too? Never mind; it’s too late now I have some extra things on the packs,” he said, his blue eyes flashing his disdain.
He was concerned taking a lone woman across the wild country. His guiding business mostly involved taking groups or just men, never a woman alone. The father had paid him well after seeing his reluctance to take Sara to Northbridge. He said the girl could ride well and he shouldn’t have any problems with her keeping up, he was indeed proud of his daughter and asked that Matt stay with her right up to finding the school making sure she arrived there safely. He would do it, but with qualms about her abilities; she was a good-looking woman, but soft pampered woman were not the sort to take well to long rides over ever-changing country.
He had started his business years ago, seeing a need for guiding travelers across less-than-hospitable regions. He had grown up in these lands inhabited by all manner of creatures—including men—and had come to know their ways and how to avoid the more dangerous ones.
Elves, imps, demons and trolls all roamed the wilds, trolls being the most treacherous. They would steal men and woman from their camps and drag them to their hideaways in the hills using them for their amusement. Their huge bodies always, without exception, killed the unsuspecting traveler by crushing their bones while taking them in a most vile way. When they were done, they would hang the bodies for later cooking and eating. His reluctance to take a lone woman was not unfounded, but he had agreed and would take the safest route even if it meant having to spend an extra day or two on the trail.
It was his life, a guide and traveler, never staying to long in one place never seeking the love and tenderness a woman might provide. Although he had many women in different towns, there were many barmaids willing to please men in whatever fashion a man desired. He had learned a great deal in the bars and inns but his most valued lessens came from a Madame Katherine, who filled the need of many men in her school for the “arts” that involved teaching young woman about the fine art of arousal and carnal pleasures.
She had taught him personally what women desired saying it would make him a much sought-after man and although he never used it on any but the barmaids she believed that eventually he would settle in one place and want to take a wife. She told him it would be beneficial for him to now how to please a woman as well as how a woman could please him.
He had thought about taking a mate but decided after losing a lady he adored years before to a demon, that if he were ever to take a wife it wouldn’t be till much later. He would save enough gold from his business to attain some status in the world of more conventional men. Allowing him to be in a position to give a lady a home and the pampered lifestyle he imagined all women craved.
As he led Sara to the stables he hoped she had some sense about her; he would make it very clear—with force if necessary—what would be expected and what he wouldn’t tolerate along the journey. The wilds were no place for lamenting and foolish behavior.
There were elves inside the barn grooming beautiful white horses. He didn’t give them a second look as most elves were good and decent, but she stared, fascinated with their dark eyes and clever clothes. The silvers and golds, reds and yellows were so enchanting and the stitching so fine, the human eye couldn’t tell were the pieces had been sewed together.
He pulled her aside roughly and whispered she should not stare, as they had a way with women and she would find herself mesmerized. It was at that time that they could have their way with her. She realized then what a sheltered life she led and knew she was helpless and would have to depend on this man for more than her life.
As he got the horses ready for riding he told her of the Lesser and Greater demons that roamed the wild looking for men and woman alone; she need not worry though as he knew how to keep them at bay. Having heard stories of the Demons, how they took both men and woman for their pleasure and how few survived to tell the tales gave her shivers and she pulled her cloak tighter.
Matt helped her up on a lovely brown mare, noting her riding pants were slightly too large for her frame and made a mental note to himself to check her later for saddle sores. He jumped lithely upon his black gelding, nimbly reached down for the pack horses reigns and away they went from the town.
For hours they rode, her legs stiffened and her seat sore from the constant bumping and rubbing from the mares pace. She wanted to rest but would never give him the satisfaction that she was unprepared for such a journey. She thought of the week ahead and had her doubts now of making it there without angering him with her womanly weaknesses. The truth was she had to use a bathroom in the worst way, but couldn’t bring herself to tell him that she must stop and relieve herself. Another half-hour went by and suddenly he stopped and hopped from his horse, laid the reigns down and without a word pulled his penis out and urinated a few feet away from her his back turned.
He had barely spoken to her during the ride and had seemed lost in his own thoughts. Her shock at seeing him so nonchalantly relieve himself showed clearly on her face. He gave a slight smile as he turned to face her.
“If you need to do the same it must be now. The next bit is rougher and we have to get past the marsh lands before dark. There are elves further ahead and you won’t see them but they will surely see you.” He laughed. “We’ll be on this trail many days and it won’t do to be shy of such things. There’s a bush there; like I said, if you need to, it must be now.”
Knowing what he meant about the elves, she too got off her horse and headed to the nearby bush, glancing at him to make sure his head was turned. It was almost too much for her to take her riding pants down so close to him, but the need was great and she knew she would not be able to hold herself any longer. Finally she pushed down her pants with her back to him and felt relief as she let her fluid go. She wanted to walk around a little to stretch the cramped ligaments and feared it would get so much worse as the day wore on. Her determination however to not let him see the agony she was in spurred her on.
She could do this, she thought, even if it involved great suffering. Sweeping her long hair back and straightening her shoulders in an effort to appear more confident then she felt, she went to the mare and waited for his hand to help her up.
Her legs didn’t want to wrap around the horse again and her muscles screamed with agony as he pushed her up on the mare’s back. He just smiled, noticing her pain, and jumped back on his own horse leading the way further. He figured she would soon enough accustom herself to the long stints ahead. Her muscles would ache and if need be later he would massage her legs with some liniment he kept in a small parcel of medicinal things stowed away on the packs.
They rode on until night began to fall and the air changed to cooler and damper. She was cold then and too sore to continue.
“Please can we stop now? It’s late and I think my horse is tiring. She’s stumbling,” Sara lied, hoping he would make camp.
“Your horse is fine; she’s traveled much farther than this. I think perhaps it’s you that’s tiring. But this is not the place too make camp. We need to ride on.”
Sara behind him, seethed at his callousness. How could he be so unconcerned with her suffering? She was cold, and hungry, and her legs and bottom hurt. She realized the jaunts she and her father took across the fields had not come close to preparing her for this. He’d better stop soon, she thought, or she would stop on her own, and make her own camp. Perhaps that would teach him to be so callous. Of course she couldn’t—he had the pack horses and she was at his mercy. She had no choice but to continue.
She sighed with great relief when he finally stopped his horse and said they would camp there for the night. He had picked a spot surrounded with tiny bushes and trees that would give them some cover and hide a small fire from watchful eyes. It was near a small stream and the horses drank their fill before he tied them for the night. With quick look about he spotted a log and dragged it to the place he intended for the fire.
“Sit down there; I’ll get a fire started and make us something to eat,” he said, and went around gathering wood.
“Can I help in some way?” she said, trying to be courteous.
“No, thanks, just sit there till I have things arranged.”
Feeling rather useless but not wanting to interfere, she tried to sit but found her legs wouldn’t cooperate. The pains were terrible and her seat was still numb from the ride. Instead she wandered over to the horses and pretended to go through the packs looking for food and bedding. Over the horse’s back she watched him gather wood and was impressed with his deftness at lighting the fire. His body moved like a cat and she found her self-wanting to feel his hard body close to hers.
It was, of course, not proper for a lady to be thinking such things but she couldn’t help wanting to feel his heat and run her hands over his huge muscles. She shook her head and thought how she could barely move let alone attract the attention of a man seemingly completely indifferent to her.
“Have you found anything of interest in there?” he asked, walking towards her.
“Oh, yes, there are some packages with food but I don’t know what ones I should remove.”
“Sara, sit there by the fire. I’ll get the things from the pack; every bit of space had been accounted for and I’d rather not have to undo the mess you might make of it.”
Feeling even worse, she went to sit by the fire, but again her legs wouldn’t allow it. She stood there feeling like crying but did her best not to show it. The fire was a comfort and she warmed her hands and let the heat radiate to her sore limbs. Matt could clearly see her discomfort and thought he might better do something about it or she wouldn’t be able to ride in the morning. She was not bad looking and massaging her legs would not be an inconvenience or displeasure.
“I see your legs are giving you some trouble. Take those riding leathers off and lie down here,” he demanded, laying a blanket down near the fire. “I’ll give you a massage.”
Oh she did want too but she was raised to be proper and wasn’t going to take her pants off no matter how much she might enjoy his hands on her bare legs. And his demanding manner made her want to defy him even more. When she didn’t do as told, he glared at her making it clear it was not up for debate.
“That wasn’t a request, my dear. I can’t get you to Northbridge if you can’t ride. Now lose the pants and come lie down here now,” he said. His voice had become a little more forceful.
“But I don’t need a massage and I’ll certainly not remove my clothing. I can still ride and I’ll be fine by morning.”
He didn’t wait for her to lament further. Moving like a leopard, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up over his shoulder. She gasped with fright and tried to get down, kicking her legs and pounding him with her fists. How dare he take such liberties, she thought? Matt held her easily and laid her unceremoniously on the blanket. Before she could protest further, he had her pants undone and was pulling them down to her knees. She couldn’t kick but she twisted and turned like a snake trying to escape. He lifted her legs and pulled her pants completely off. She screamed and kicked at him, but he just nimbly stepped away from her, avoiding the assault.
“There. Now, run if you will but remember I only do this for your own good and you can leave the underpants on. I do recall saying you must do what I say when I say it. And you gave me your agreement.”
“You are a scoundrel!” she yelled. But having nowhere to run she knew she had no choice but to do what he asked. She secretly was a little aroused at his strong forceful ways. She knew she would like to feel his hands on her legs, but she gave him an exasperated look and threw her head back, defiance in her eyes. He advanced on her again and she knew she was undone.
She lay quietly and allowed him to rub her sore legs; his hands were like fire on her sore muscles. He kneaded deep, feeling her relax with his strokes. Up and down he went, his hands so warm, so hard and rough against her skin. After a good going at the front he told her to roll over and he would do the backside of her. Again his hands moved up and down the back of her legs and she could feel the tension and strain leaving her lower body. His hands moved higher up to her sore bottom.
Oh no! He must not touch her there, she thought. She tried to roll back over and sit up. Matt stopped her and pushed her head down on the blanket. Then he lifted the back of her underwear to look at her bare behind. She yelled out an obscenity and tried to get free; he held her down with ease and just as he thought, there were two dollar-size welts, one on each round cheek. He ran his thumb over one and she yelped in pain. She struggled harder to get up.
“Lie still while I attend to these welts or I’ll redden the rest of your bottom with my belt.”
The look in his eyes told her he wasn’t fooling around and she thought he just might make good on the threat. Deciding she didn’t want to find out if he really would stopped her struggling and let him attend to her sores.
He went to his pack and picked out a jar of ointment and some cotton cloths, pulled her underwear down to her thighs and applied the ointment to her welted behind. Thinking it was over, she again tried to rise but he held her down firmly and began massaging the muscle around the welts.
Oh, his hands felt so good and she wished he wouldn’t stop, that his hands would move lower still and under to that spot between her legs and rub till her juices flowed and her body twitched with desire. How wicked her thinking was! She knew why the woman in the inn had said he could park his boots under her bed anytime and how his indifference could make a woman want him more.
He finished the kneading and covered the spots with the cloth then lifted her underwear back up, slapped her butt once and rose to get some dinner cooking on the fire. She lay there a moment disappointed he had not even tried to ravage her. She thought there must be something wrong with herself or perhaps he didn’t like women in that way. Either way, it made her want him even more and she would have to try to get his attention somehow.
Matt had wanted very much to ravage her body but he did have a reputation to keep if he was to make a living and a lone woman under his care coming to Northbridge saying he had not been a gentleman would bring him nothing but trouble. Her silky legs and tight bottom had excited him but he had to be very careful and not allow his own desires to lead him astray. There were still many dangers ahead, including the Demons and Trolls. He had not mentioned Trolls, as it might have terrified her to the point of not going on.
And, of course, there were the wood elves to deal with as well, their dark sides far more dangerous to a woman then anything else. If they caught her and enchanted her she would be passed around for carnal pleasures till there was nothing left but a shell without any feeling.
The demons, too, could tear a woman or man in half, not caring about the sex of the human, and after having their way would cast the body aside hunting for something new.
He knew the country well and would get her there safe. If there were pleasures to be had it would wait till they were well out of the lower regions and past the forest of the elves.
He went about making a stew and Sara sat feeling rather dejected, not knowing how much danger she was really in.
Part Three
Sara spent a fretful night tossing and turning, shivering at times from the cold. She woke to a blazing fire and the smell of coffee brewing in an old blackened pot. Matt was not there and she felt a pang of fear, but scolded herself; he had obviously lit the fire and was probably gathering more wood.
Sitting up, she did not feel pain and her legs felt much better; even the welts on her behind felt like they had somehow healed overnight. He had insisted she sleep only in her underthings, saying she would stay warmer that way. With a furtive glance around, not wanting to be seen, she gathered her riding clothes and went to find a spot to relieve herself and dress.
Matt watched her moving about, keeping an eye on her. There were Imps about in the early morning and while they didn’t pose a problem he’d rather they not scare her. They were seedy little creatures and would delight in taking a human woman back to their den.
As she dressed his eyes roamed over her body; he could better see in the daylight how lovely her shape was. The round curves and soft pale skin aroused him. He would wait and perhaps investigate her body more closely when they got to the mountain pass. It was much safer there and he could relax a little, knowing that any creatures would be further ahead not lurking around the mountain’s base. They stayed either farther up or much further south. He knew of the perfect camping spot and she would be thrilled with the little surprise he had in store.
He turned his gaze away and gathered a little more wood, knowing when they passed the forest and got higher up the wood would be scarce. Seeing she had returned to the fire, he went to join her and pack the wood in a bundle for use later.
“I trust you slept fitfully? And how do your legs feel?” he asked, tightening down the leather fastenings.
“I was cold during the night but my legs are much better, thank you.”
“And the welts on your behind?”
Her face reddened as she recalled the evening. “I think they’re healed; there’s no pain. What was that you put on the sores?”
“Elves’ medicine. I carry it for such things. Its properties are magical; you shouldn’t have any more trouble with saddle sores,” he said, handing her a mug of coffee, some bacon and rough bread. They ate silently, he thinking of the long trail ahead, she thinking how she could get his attention and make him want her.
Matt put out the fire, got their horses ready for the next ride, and helped Sara onto her horse to start their trip around the elves forest. The country was gorgeous; fall was an enchanting time in the forest of elves, with pale silver and gold leaves on the oaks complimenting the bright orange and red tones of the smaller maple trees.
Tiny bits of colored cloth had been hung on the lower trees and lanterns dotted the area, giving a festive appearance. Matt took them only to the edge of the forest not daring to go deep; it was beautiful and he wanted her to see the fabulous colors but they needed to stay safely at the edge.
He explained it was high season for the elves, the time of harvest, and they would enjoy a much longer and larger social event than that of men. Their festivities were among the finest of all creatures. He told her of the great halls laden with food and of the elven women who prepared it. They were for the most part a fair race and she needn’t worry as long as they stayed out of their boundaries lest they should like her and captivate her with their charms.
He said they must ride hard that day to clear the forest before nightfall, as he couldn’t protect her from their bewitching at night. The Mountain pass would be safe and they would camp there the night.
Their ride that day was so enthralling Sara barely noticed the time passing by. Her legs were stiffening a little but it was not painful and she enjoyed the fresh air. Even the sun was kind, warming the earth with its rays.
They stopped for a short lunch; Matt prepared a cold lunch mixing berries and some sort of dry meat she didn’t recognize. He put the mixture between two slabs of bread, handing one to her.
“What is this?” she asked.
“Pemmican. The tribes north of the mountains use it when there’s no fresh meat available. It has everything you need to keep up your strength. Eat it!” he encouraged. He bit into his own with vigor, obviously enjoying it. She nibbled cautiously at hers, and was surprised it was not quite as horrid as it looked
“Is it passable?” he asked, a grin on his face.
“It’s not what I’m used to, but I can eat it,” she assured him. He didn’t allow them much of a reprieve and had her back on the horse leading her further away from the civilized world.
On and on they rode. Matt quickened the pace as the sun started its downward fall; dusk would not be far ahead. Matt stopped their ride at a rock overhang on the mountain pass saying they would camp there. He got busy building a fire while Sara stretched her tired body, alleviating the tiny cramps.
She would like to have felt his hands on her legs then; he was warming up, it seemed to her. His conversation easier and less rigid, she was beginning to enjoy his company and like a flower opening up in the sun she wanted to open up to him. She wanted to feel him like fire, raging blazing… her body wanted to feel the nerve tingling flames of passion. She would do what ever was necessary to allure him into wanting her.
Out in the wilds he could take her with unbridled passion, his power overwhelming her and she helpless to stop it, which was what she wanted. More than anything else, his evocative scent and sheer dominance could send her over the edge to pure ecstasy; she knew it deep down like a woman knows blindfolded what baby is hers by the scent and feel.
She wanted the touch of a real man, not the clumsy fumbling of an over-excited boy. She needed to feel the heights of passion she had only heard of, wanted to be like the women in the Inn–seductive, and seducing men to there beds. She had no experience to fall too and would have to rely on her womanly charms.
With the fire going well, Matt went to get things from the pack and told her to follow him. He led her onto a trail not well-used; it ran in a downward direction and he held her hand till they reached the bottom. She was awestruck at the view of a mountain waterfall and small lake. It was like some pictures she had seen in books from her fathers’ study.
Seeing her face light up at the surprise he’d saved had him smiling, too, and she reminded him of a time when he was not so serious and had taken the time to enjoy life and the affection of a woman. It seemed long ago that a real, decent woman had gotten his attention—not like the barmaids, but rather an innocent female not already hardened by the ways of men and their wretched lives. She was fresh and soft, still unhindered by the tough ways the country could make a lady equally tough.
He watched her eyes sparkle with delight as the water fell from the high peaks with great force and beauty, tumbling down to a quiet clam lake. The trees around the lake were colored the same as the elf forest.
“We can bathe here if you wish. I will bathe first while you stand watch and yell if there is any movement in the bush. I don’t expect trouble here but we must be prepared for anything,” he said, undoing the package of soap towels and clean clothing.
She stood back a little pretending to look for danger, averting her eyes as he quickly unclothed and dove into the water. She heard him gasp and sputter at the cold temperature. Curiosity got the better of her and she couldn’t help but look at his fully-naked body. Any danger forgotten while she looked at him soaping the lean hard muscle, his thick neck and wide shoulders, thinner rippled waist and pronounced thighs.
His penis hung there between his legs and she wondered if it was large like the rest of him when aroused. He turned then and she glimpsed his small cute behind as he dove in to the water to disperse the soap. At the waters edge he scooped up a towel, frantically drying and rubbing some heat back into his body.
He caught her looking and smiled slightly wondering, if she had watched the whole time. He wrapped the towel about his middle and waved her over to the edge of the lake to join him.
“It’s your turn, my dear; I’ll wait there by the bush, but be quick. The water is cold and we must get back to the fire.” He said while putting fresh clothes back on.
She recognized her chance to get his interest; she hoped it would be enough to focus his concentration on her. In spite of the cold, she undid her clothing more slowly, her back turned to him, hoping he was watching. She stretched a little further than she had too taking her pants down and slowly slipped her underthings off.
Her shirt came off, too, and she tried to make it appear as if she had difficulty lifting it over her head, slowing things down and allowing him a longer look. Her brassiere last, she fumbled with the clasp and felt that he was indeed looking her way.
She picked up the soap, hesitating for a moment bent over, hoping to excite him. She waded into the water; the cold took her breath away, and unlike him, she couldn’t bring herself to dive headlong in. Little by little she crept in, shivering uncontrollably, any thoughts of wanting him driven out of her mind from the frigidity. She managed to dip herself in and soap very quickly but thoroughly. Another fleeting dip in and she rinsed herself off.
Matt chuckled from behind her and stood at the edge of the water, holding a towel ready to wrap her in it. A look of complete surprise overcame her face and she realized that not only had she got his attention but also she hadn’t needed the little display she had given. A huge smile was on his face and hunger in his steel-blue eyes.
Matt pulled her with the towel towards him and rubbed her body dry, paying extra notice to her limbs. Her body warmed a little and he helped her dress quickly in a long wool shirt he kept in his pack. Picking up their things, he led her by the hand back to the fire.
Sara warmed herself while Matt lay a blanket down for them to sit on. She wondered if perhaps she had been too forward with her little show and was frightened then at what he might do to her. She wanted him, wanted to feel his body and revel in his attentiveness, but she didn’t know him and she was alone out there in a wild country; he could ravage her any way he wanted. The thought scared her; he had been forceful with her in other ways and she had been turned on, but now she would know what real strength and control could do for a woman and wasn’t sure she was ready to find out.
Matt sat on the blanket and patted the space beside him. She sat, too, and they enjoyed the heat of the fire together. After a minute he looked at her; his blue eyes told her to prepare. Standing, his clothes came off quickly, then on his knees, his hand deftly swept out and he pushed her down to lie facing him. Oh no, she thought, he was going to take her and she would be helpless to stop him; her mind screamed run away but her body yearned for his touch.
He didn’t allow time for more thinking. His mouth found hers and his tongue pushed in, tasting her. She felt her shirt being lifted up and hot hands found her breast; the soft flesh was kneaded and pulled, a rough thumb circled her nipple. On his knees, he placed himself in front of her, pushed her legs apart. His hot wet tongue licked her from her belly up to her breast and sucked hard at each one.
His hands roved over her body down, down to her swollen clit; heated fingers found her opening and pushed roughly inside. His face eagerly shoved into the triangle of hair and his tongue lapped at her with frenzy, his mouth closed in on her, sucking and teasing till she tried to pull away from the sheer ecstasy.
He grabbed her legs pulling her up to his waist, his penis pushing into her, strong forceful thrusts pounding her insides. His movements slowed then and he rocked her more gently, his hunger easing.
She thought it was over; it was quick—too quick. She hardly had time to enjoy the sensations her body yearned for, and she wanted more. He smiled down at her seeing she was still heated. He was not done. He flipped her over on her belly, and slapped her bottom hard, telling her to rise up on her knees.
This was new; her experience with males hadn’t included this. Her heart pounded and she shook with excitement not knowing what to expect.
He entered her from behind, slowly pushing in his penis, hot and hard, while his fingers reached under her, masterfully playing with her clit. Slow strokes to her insides and flicking, pressing fingers on her outsides had her body swaying and pumping to match his rhythm. Her swollen hole dripped with delight at his attentions. He grabbed her ass and massaged the rounded cheeks. His penis still slowly plunging, his hands held her firm while a thumb pressed at her anus.
She cried out loud and tried to lean forward. Oh no, she thought not there, it wasn’t proper at all. Her position kept her from moving any further and the attempt only raised her bottom higher and she knew with certainty he would have her there as well.
Feeling her try to move away from his thumb he decided he would wait till she was more prepared for such things. Increasing the pace, he plunged harder and harder till he lay spent resting on her back. Sara was sated and relieved he had not forced her into something she didn’t know about and was quick to roll back over on her other side.
They both dressed and he leaned down and kissed her tenderly, told her to rest while he prepared a meal. His actions were practiced and adept and he skillfully maneuvered the black cooking pan over the fire. Dried meat was added to water along with some root vegetables to make another stew. He produced some elves bread from the food pack and they enjoyed a hearty meal.
After some quiet talk of elves and other creatures they disrobed to their underthings and snuggled together in the same blankets. Sara slept well, sandwiched between the fire and Matt.
Part 4
Their journey continued bright and early the next morning, the sun not quite reaching the earth yet, and the air still very cool. Matt took a heavy wool coat from the packhorse and insisted Sara put it on. The horses snorted, their breath hanging in the air; Autumn was almost over and they felt an urgency to get where they were going.
Matt led the way over the mountain trail; as they got higher his eyes watched for movement from the small rocks littering the trail and higher up where man didn’t go. They were in the beginnings of Demon territory and if he weren’t very careful they could both find them selves in a lot of distress.
He explained to Sara that the lesser demons were more like man, but unclothed and their appendages huge. He told her to stay close at all times and had even tied a lead rope to her horse in case the horse bolted at the smell of a creature. He said if one took her the only chance she would have would be to fight with everything she had, till he could pop a dart filled with the herb “demons bane” into the offending creature.
The herb was made by the elves to prevent the monsters from taking their woman; it caused a great burning that could consume their bodies for a long period of time. Once a woman or man was caught the demon could hold them in a trance-like state and do whatever they wished.
The information scared her as he hoped it would; they were not creatures to be trifled with. Many a maiden had gone seeking the lesser demons, hearing of their huge appendages and found out they were not able to contain the thing in their bodies. Consequently some were ripped open in the middle and died out in the wild from blood loss. Those that survived were unable later to have children.
Seeing he had made an impression, he changed the talk to more pleasant things.
Their ride was uneventful and Sara was awed by the majestic mountains. High up, she could see snow in the peaks. Matt said not to worry, the next part of their trail would take them lower into the evergreen tree area. There would be no snow and perhaps he could catch some animal for fresh meat.
The trail was edging down and the first evergreens could be seen just in the distance. It was late afternoon and Matt decided he would like to be farther away from the hilly mountainside. Sara grumbled a bit; her legs were cramping and she was hungry. The mountains had held her attention but the beauty was fading quickly as the ride went on. She wanted to stretch her legs and walk for awhile, but Matt insisted she stay on her horse and that they would stop soon.
“Soon” turned into another hour and she complained openly.
“Please can’t we stop now? My legs are taut and it feels like pins are stabbing at me.”
“It’s only a short haul from here, the place I always camp in this part of the country. It would be best for you to stop your whining and stay alert.”
“I’m not whining; I’m cold, hungry and my legs hurt!”
“Your ass will hurt, too, if you don’t stop complaining.”
Sara closed her mouth and continued in silence not wanting to anger him. A little later she started to sing softly to help pass the time. Matt smiled at her and rather liked her sweet voice. Another half-hour passed and she really didn’t think she could go further. He pointed ahead to a clearing saying they would stop there and make camp.
Gratefully she got down from the mare and walked about while Matt made a blazing fire. The night hadn’t come yet and he said he would not go far or be long. He would try to kill a couple grouse or rabbits for their dinner that night.
He told her in a stern manner that she must not stray from the fire while he was gone. To do so would not only be foolish but she might regret it. He left with her agreement to stay put and heat some water in the old black kettle. Water was on a pack on the horses and she went to fill it, while he walked a ways into the wooded area.
Matt had been there many times on different occasions, with all kinds of company. It was his favorite camp spot and knew were to find the grouse and could trap a rabbit in minutes. He felt okay leaving her for a short time never having experienced danger in that location. The worst things in these parts were the Woodland Imps; they had left the demon’s region behind and even she could fend off an Imp if the need should arise. In just 20 minutes he had killed and plucked three fine grouse and much to his pleasure found five small eggs. The small treasures he stowed away in a small safe compartment and hung them on his belt then headed back to the fire.
Sara was not there. He stopped dead, his heart pounded hard in his chest. The kettle was on the fire but there was no Sara attending it. Dropping the grouse he called her name loudly; when she didn’t answer he looked on the ground for signs in an ever-widening circle. He didn’t like what he saw.
His mind raced. Demons! How could it be? Demons didn’t come this far; he had never seen one south of the mountains.
With great dismay he realized the thing must have followed them after smelling their sex. It had waited for the opportunity to find her alone. He ran to his horse, jumped on bareback and, following the demons trail, prayed he was too late. He felt the darts on his hip and took the blowing device from his jacket pocket, ready to fire when he saw it.
Sara had done as she was told; she had got the water from the pack and returned to the fire. She settled the kettle down in the flames and needing to relieve herself, went just to the edge of the trees, keeping the fire in sight. She took the big wool coat off and urinated, then standing, pulled her riding pants up.
The Demon grabbed her from behind, closing its clawed paw over her mouth, stifling her scream. When she saw what had her, terror settled in so deep that she was unable to move or make any sound at all. It dragged her a short way into the bush; it would have its way with her.
It was tall and muscular in an almost man-like way. Its naked body was reddish in color and two small horns adorned its head. The eyes, red, shone with lust. A cloak-like skin surrounded its body, deep purple in hue. The arms were massive and rippled with strength, its fingers clawed at the ends. Its legs were thick and stout, and ended with hoofs for feet.
Shock and panic set in as the purple cloak-like skin wrapped around her. At its end was a penis; she was confused and shaken. The thing had another where a man’s would be. It was huge much bigger then the one between its legs. New terror took over as she realized the enormity of the danger she was in.
A razor claw ran down her front, opening her shirt. It turned her around and forced her to bend at the waist, her back to it. A second claw hooked onto the back of her pants and her clothing was ripped away with no more effort than peeling an egg. Turning her back around it gazed hard at her and she felt herself calming becoming entranced with it.
Its cloak, hot to the touch, hugged her tight; the appendage at the end toyed with her, teasing. It ran down her front, circling her breasts. She couldn’t help it—she wanted it to take her. She wanted that thing inside her, wanted to feel its heat, its passion for her.
The demon pushed her roughly to the ground and she was helpless to stop it; she wanted to feel that huge thing inside her. It turned her over on her stomach and lifted her waist, the smaller penis teased her, pushing and darting at her wet hole, it played with her clit and she screamed with desire. The purple folds engulfed her.
Oh god, she thought, it will take me here. I must stop it! Wake up, you stupid girl, it may kill you! She remembered then what Matt had told her. Fight! Fight! Her mind screamed, and she did fight, with everything she had. The thing held her tight, kneeling behind her.
She started screaming and thrashing, pounding on the monster’s huge muscle-bound legs. She could feel the penis from the cloaked skin probing her anus while the other pushed at her vagina ready to impale her. Thrashing wildly, she kept the Demon from entering her fully, but the engorged head of its penis began ripping her flesh as it forced its way in; the second pushed into her other hole, causing the delicate skin to tear.
It was over in a second; the thing howled in pain and surprise and threw her out of the way. Her head collided with a rock and she was knocked out cold.
Matt watched a moment as the creature ran howling into the woods. The danger having passed, he ran to where Sara lay unconscious. He cradled her in his arms and checked the back of her head. She had been lucky the thing had toyed with her first; her head had a slight gash, but he didn’t think it was too serious. He would examine the rest of her back at the camp. The clothing was torn and useless and he left it there; he had extra things in his pack she could wear later.
Matt picked her up, slumped her over his horse, jumped up behind her and pulled her over his middle. He covered her lightly with his jacket and headed back to their camp. A little blood ran down her legs and he thought how stupid he had been. He should have been more careful; it was a hard lesson, one he had remembered from long ago, and made an oath to himself never to forget again. He had lapsed and it had nearly cost this woman her life.
She came around as they came into camp, and he lithely got down taking her with him. Catching her in his arms, he carried her to the fire. She sat groggily with nothing but his jacket covering her. The gash on her head hurt and there was a throbbing pain between her legs. She remembered fighting against the beast and how it had howled in pain. Matt had come to her rescue and for that she would be forever grateful; it could have been much worse, she was sure.
Matt went quickly to the packhorse, brought back a small bundle of medicinal things and two blankets. One he lay down on the ground, the other he reserved to cover her. The water had boiled down but there was enough to bathe her wounds. He added some herbs to the water and let it cool a minute before attending to the gash in her head.
She winced in pain while he cleaned and bandaged it. He eased her over to the blanket and she lay down. His hands parted her legs to see the extent of the damage to her torn skin. Relief showed in his eyes that it was not as bad as he feared; the blood had dried and he could see only some small tearing around her private parts. He washed her there and applied some of the elf ointment, then covered her with a clean cloth.
Their trip would be delayed by a day but he was not concerned. She would heal nicely and would be able to ride the next day.
He washed himself up and prepared the grouse still lying on the ground. She watched him, fascinated with his cooking skills; it seemed he had a lot of skills and she wished she had more time to be with him.
He helped her to sit up and they ate the nicely roasted grouse, along with some fresh root vegetables and more rough bread. It was a well-deserved feast and although her injuries stung she was content to sit quietly at the fire with him.
Later he rolled her up in blankets near the fire and he sat up watching through the night for any more danger. He didn’t think the demon would come back but wasn’t going to risk being taken unawares in the night.
Part 5
The morning came and, as always, he had water in the kettle for coffee and was frying bacon and toasting bread. He said he had a real surprise for their meal and reached into the small carrying pack producing 5 speckled Grouse eggs. Grouse, he told her, were the only bird he knew of that would mate this late in the season and he had been very lucky to find them.
Taking the bacon from the pan he asked, “How’s your head this morning?”
“It’s much better, the pain is gone but I can feel a small lump still.”
“Yes,” he laughed, “much like this small egg. When we’ve eaten I’ll look at those other wounds and see how they’re healing. Here, you can put these on; they’ll be a tad big, but will keep you warm,” he said, passing her his spare clothing.
“It hurts some sitting, but they don’t sting so bad. That elf medicine…does it heal all things?” she asked, pulling on the much-too-big clothing.
“No, not all, but wounds such as yours can be healed without effort.”
“How did you come by the medicine?”
“Most elves are good and friendly. I have been to their forest many times and have had the fortune to learn a lot about their ways.”
This satisfied her and they ate a lovely breakfast while basking in the heat of the fire. The sun was making its way up into the sky and it looked like it would be a beautiful Fall day.
Matt washed up the pan and tin plates stowing things carefully in their proper packs. He would look at her wounds then and reapply the medicine.
“Take those pants off and lay there on the blanket. I’ll look now in the daylight and see if there’s anything I missed.”
Feeling a little uncomfortable about where the wounds were, she complied more slowly then he liked but did take her pants off and lay down as told. She spread her legs as much as she could but it wasn’t enough for him to see clearly and he had her roll on her stomach. He pulled her up by the waist, bringing her knees up, then carefully inspected her torn parts.
His hands were delicate in touch and she wished the creature had not captured her. She wanted to feel him again. He applied more of the ointment up inside both her entrances then kissed her softly on the damaged skin. Gently he nudged her back down flat and gave her body a good rubbing before allowing her to redress.
“The damage is minor; by the morning I expect there will be full healing. The medicine is wondrous. The tears have knit together already and other than some mild tenderness you’ll be good as new.”
“I didn’t thank you for saving me. I feel I owe you my life; that creature could have killed me so easily.”
“No, you owe me nothing. It was my fault it took you; I should have been more aware. I’ll not make that mistake again.”
She saw the hard, thoughtful look in his steel-blue eyes and thought perhaps there was something more that he didn’t want to share. Perhaps a Demon had taken a friend of his? She wouldn’t ask and would forget that it had ever happened.
She spent the morning napping while he re-packed the horses. Their supplies were going down and things needed to be redistributed. By early afternoon she insisted she could ride and he agreed they would set out at a slow pace to see how she fared.
He made a cushioned seat for her out of soft fir bows wrapped neatly in a small blanket; it was comfortable and they set out at a slow walk.
“Tell me of this school you’re going to. How did you come to be working there?”
“Oh, my father taught me long ago how to read and write and I can cook very well. Not like you, over a fire, but with a proper stove and such I can make anything,” she beamed. “A monthly news article comes by post to Lima my town, and there was a job opportunity for a woman who could cook and help with the children’s studies.”
“I can only read and write a little there’s not much need out here in the wild. I do envy you though. You said they would provide whatever you needed?”
“Yes, they said bring nothing but a few clothes, my room and board will be provided by the school and I’ll be given whatever I need; plus, I’m to receive remittance for my work.”
“Forgive me but that does sound, somewhat too convenient. Did your father check this place thoroughly before sending you?”
“No and what do you mean ‘convenient?'”
“It’s just that I’ve been to Northbridge and have never seen a school for children. It does not mean there is none, but the only school I have ever seen is the one run by Madame Katharine for older girls. Did the article indeed say, ‘children?'”
“I don’t understand. What is this school for older girls? And it didn’t exactly say ‘children’, but I assumed that by the way it was worded. Please tell me what it is, this school.”
“My dear, Madame Katherine is a lady—shall we say—of the night. She runs a school for older ‘girls’ and teaches them the ways of pleasing a man,” he said, with a wide wicked smile.
“Oh no, that can’t be! I could never work in such a place. That’s so…so demeaning. Why would they lie and try to deceive that way? Even my father didn’t suspect such a thing.”
“Lima, my dear, is a very long way from Northbridge. It is far wilder then you might realize. The town hosts many a traveler of all races, and Madame Katherine has found a way to bring in copious amounts of gold and seeks always new girls for the ‘school’. It is, as I said, not that completely unbelievable that the town hosts a proper school for small children and we can certainly ask when we get there.”
“Thank you, again. I do feel better; there must be another that teaches the young people in the town.”
Reasonably satisfied Sara hummed her favorite song while Matt led them further into the wild country.
Sara stopped her humming and a thought came to her “How do you know of this Madame. Have you been there to see the ‘school’ for yourself?”
Matt laughed, loud and clear. “I thought you might ask that question, and for your answer…yes. Yes, I have been there to see it on occasion. And to answer your next question, yes I have taken liberties with some of the women. It has taught me to appreciate women and I have learned things I might not otherwise have. It has taught me to please a lady in many ways,” he said, with a big sly grin.
Sara blushed, she didn’t have much experience and his talk made her curious to learn more.
Seeing her blush he asked his own question “Would you like me to teach you some of these things…I mean, when you’re fully headed? I can make it worth your while.”
She blushed again; his talk was arousing her.
“Oh you are a scoundrel, and I’m a lady not to be taken in such ways.” Although she had no idea what ways he meant.
“We will see, later,” was all he said, his grin widening.
Sara pretended she hadn’t heard him and resumed her humming making it clear the conversation was over. She did want him and wished he could take her then and consume her in ways she didn’t even know about.
The trail came to a fork, one path leading north the other south. Matt chose the north path and said they would camp just a mile or so ahead. They had come farther than he had hoped and just a day and half’s ride would bring them to Northbridge.
He wondered what she would do if the school were indeed Katherine’s. Would she choose to stay on as just a cook or ride back to Lima with him? He hoped she would stay on giving him the opportunity to meet with her again. He had come to like her a lot and was enamored with her innocence.
They made camp near a little stream and Matt refilled the water jugs and allowed the horses to be near the stream where the grass was rich and they could fill themselves with as much water as needed. He gathered wood with Sara’s help and lit the fire for their meal.
While dinner cooked Matt demanded she remove her pants so he could wash and dress the wounds once again. He bathed her with warm water and an aromatic herb; his face showed astonishment at how nicely the wounds had healed and told her there was no need for further ointment. She knew already that she was healed but was eager for his touch.
Matt put away the pack of medicine and took a towel for himself along with the tallow soap and washed himself in the stream. Shaking with cold he hurriedly dried off and quickly dressed. They ate their dinner and sat close together at the fire, sipping at mugs of coffee.
He looked long at her, admiring her pretty face and willowy body. He ran his hand down her reddish-brown disheveled hair, undoing some of the tangles. If he had a brush he would have liked to have brushed it for her.
She wiggled herself closer and leaned back a little; he caught her and pulled her into a tight embrace. He laid her back and kissed her face and neck while his hands undid a few of the buttons on the too-large shirt. He kissed her breasts then and circled them teasingly with his wet tongue. She groaned in pleasure and waited for him to do more.
He opened more of the shirt, kissing her skin as the buttons came undone. Fully opened, he released her arms from the shirt and set it aside. Playfully, he stroked her and let his hands run down to her middle then back up to her breasts massaging their firmness. His hot mouth took each in turn and sucked the nipples to their hardened state.
His attention turned to the pants she was wearing and the belt holding them up. He laughed with amusement as he undid the belt and realized he wouldn’t have to undo the buttons. He slipped the pants easily down her legs and off, setting them down with the shirt. She was not wearing underthings, as she had none clean to wear.
Very aware of her recently damaged skin he let just his tongue wander over her clit and sucked gently at her moist entrance. Her hips raised at his caresses and he looked in her eyes for signs of pleasure and seeing she was indeed enjoying his attentions carried on with more exuberance.
His mouth was hot, his tongue quick and expert. He had her twisting and her hips rising, her body aching with ecstasy and a warm gush from her insides followed. Again with his mouth brought her to the peak of uninhibited passion. He pressed a finger to her lips and whispered for her to roll over, more pleasure would ensue.
She rolled over and he started at her back and rubbed her spine. Down moved his hands to her lower back and lower still to her nicely-rounded behind. He massaged her from behind, his fingers gently probing her sex; a finger slipped into her wet entrance testing for soreness. She didn’t flinch and he slowly pushed his penis inside, gliding carefully, gently, his tender thrusts igniting her desire further till they both lay spent.
Again Matt sat up through the night keeping a watch out for danger. He watched her sleep and he realized he must get her to Northbridge soon before he became too infatuated with her, and he found it too hard to let her go. Their time together had grown enjoyable, and she was fresh and innocent unlike the women he had taken in the inns and bars. He feared he might fall in love and could sense she was nearing the same state.
Part 6
Morning came clear and cold; there was a frost on the ground. Matt had kept the fire going through the night in an attempt to keep Sara warm, and had hot coffee waiting when she woke.
“We’ll make a quick start this morning and ride hard through the day. The horses are well rested and we can quicken the pace; we’ll be in Northbridge early tomorrow morning.”
Sara heard the sharpness in his voice and wondered if she had somehow angered him. She had come to like him very much, learning about him on the way. She would do whatever he asked and hoped she could keep up with his pace.
They started off at a quick trot, then a light gallop; the horses were eager to run in the cold morning air. Matt pushed on hard, wanting to get as close as he could that night. Leaving her there would be hard enough and he wanted it over quickly. He mentally kicked him self for giving in to his arousal; he wanted her more and in every way. He couldn’t see how that might be and drove them on relentlessly through the day.
Sara didn’t want to annoy him but the pace was tiring and her legs grew stiff and her seat was numb. She got up the nerve to ask him to stop for just a few minutes and let her walk about. He said no that they must continue. A while later she asked again, with more pleading this time. Again he insisted they would continue.
An hour passed and she couldn’t take it any longer. She stopped her horse; he didn’t notice right away lost in his own thoughts. She got down and let the reigns fall to the ground, and walked stretching her aching legs. When he noticed her not right behind went back a little and saw her off her horse.
“Sara! What are you doing? Get back on the horse,” he commanded.
“I can’t and I won’t till I’ve stretched the kinks from my legs. I can’t feel my rear…it’s numb,” she lamented.
“Sara the horse, get on the horse; we don’t have time for this fooling around. We will stop at dusk.”
Sara refused and couldn’t imagine why they had to ride so long and hard that day. She was in no hurry for the trip to end she feared she was in love and wanted to stay with him for as long as she could drag it out. Matt’s anger at himself grew with her refusal to cooperate and turned onto her.
He marched over to her and grabbed her by the arm and held her firmly while he undid and slid his belt off. It wouldn’t be the first time he had dealt out punishment and she would be glad to cooperate when he was done.
Sara gasped at his actions and tried to free her self, she knew what he going to do and disbelief grew in her eyes as he pulled her down on the ground with him sitting and her landing over his lap. His legs wrapped around hers keeping her in place. She struggled but he held firm and began flailing her numb behind with his belt.
“Stop this! Let me up you beast, let me up!”
He didn’t let her up instead grabbed the back of the oversized pants and yanked them down to her thighs. He slapped her bare behind fast and hard.
She shrieked in pain and incredulity, fighting him, the numbness turning to hot, hot heat. Her thrashing red ass excited him and he knew then that he must have her again and again. He stopped the spanking and threw the belt down. His hand rubbed her heated bottom and fingers while the other slipped between her legs.
She relaxed felt his fingers touching her there and the heat from her ass spread to her inner lips and she wanted him. Wetness came in a warm wave as his fingers played with her clit. Her knees drew up further, exposing herself shamelessly to him.
An elbow pressed into her back holding her in place while a finger pushed up her ass. The other hand slid underneath her finding her wet hole. He fingered her, teasing and pushing in and out till she cried out, her body aching from the pleasure. He rolled her off his lap to lay facing him and yanked the pants off her. Unable to contain himself, he pushed his raging penis into her wetness. His thrusts were deep and quick, his emotions for her spilling out in the heat of passion.
“Stay with me Sara, I love you and don’t want to let you go”
She was shocked at his words but wanted it too; she would stay with him. She knew with certainty she loved him too. Their frenzied state slowed and he held her close whispering endearments. They sat closely intertwined, neither wanting to ride further.
“What will I do about the school and my father?” she asked, hoping he would have some answers.
“We will ride on to Northbridge and see if indeed there is a school for young children. If you choose to work there I will settle my guiding business in the town, and keep the excursions short and we can live there together, you teaching and cooking and I guiding wayward passengers. Later we can settle down to a comfortable living.”
“Oh yes, that does sound a wonderful solution. You would do that for me? I mean move your business to Northbridge?”
“Indeed I would; I have come to love you, Sara, and will do anything that your heart desires. You have enchanted me.”
“I thought only elves were capable of enchanting,” she said, a grin spreading on her lips. He caught her and grasped her to him. A long kiss ensued, hot sweet breath coaxing their tongues to intermingle, tasting the passion in each other. The two dressed and Matt gathered the horses for riding.
“We should ride, at a slower pace. This is not a good place for camp; up just a little further is a grand place, well-sheltered and the river from Northbridge runs through. There I can find a rabbit or two and we can enjoy a nice meal as I have yet another surprise in the packs.” Standing, then, he reached for the packhorses and picked out the precious root vegetable, holding it up, beaming with delight.
“Oh, how nice—potatoes! Where did you get them? I haven’t seen potatoes since last winter; my father says it was the drought last fall that ruined the crops.”
“Your father is right, but I was lucky enough to find these growing wild, along with the herbs I use for medicine and cooking. I have used them sparingly; it is by chance that I have a few saved over from my last trip.” He smiled.
“Now, to the horses, my dear. I’ll help you up, but we must get going to make the camp before dark. Will you need the blanket under your bottom? I did redden it a little. Are you okay to ride?”
“I’m fine” she blushed. “I rather enjoyed the attention,” and lowered her eyes, hoping she was not too forward in her wicked enjoyments.
“Perhaps you need to learn a few other lessons at the mercy of my hard hands.” His steel-blue eyes showed the excitement he was feeling, thinking of her lightly-reddened ass. “But not now,” he smiled. “We really must ride.”
He gave her a hand up and on they went to the camp some miles ahead. Sara hummed an old favorite song and didn’t mind the ride; she was filled with thoughts of what might lay ahead, thoughts about her life with Matthew Landau and how he could make her feel, with those strong hard hands. She would never would have believed she could fall for a man like him, but there she was, ready to spend her life with him.
Dusk was fast approaching and Matt went in search of rabbits for their dinner while Sara got things prepared for the cooking and laid out their bedding for the night.
Sara sat at the fire waiting for him to return and having more time to think about that wild man she had grown infatuated with came to the conclusion that even thou she thought she was in love couldn’t really see her self staying with him forever. Their lives she realized were far too different and she was sure that he would tire of a life settled in a small town, when his life was so in tuned to the wilds. She would have to tell him somehow and thought deeply on how to do so.
Matt busy with hunting killed two young rabbits and brought them back to camp, as he came closer and saw Sara there waiting, watched her a moment unnoticed and with all his heart wanted her. She was so like the woman he had lost years ago. Reflecting back, he knew that it hadn’t been his fault, she had gone seeking the demons like so many other young women. By the time he figured where she had gone it was to late and he had found her dead ripped and torn from claws. He had loved her very much and it was her death that brought him into the life he had then. It would be hard to give that up and settle in one place, he wasn’t so sure he was ready for that.
“Sara I have two young rabbits for our dinner,” he said holding them up.
“That certainly sounds better then more of that dried meat, I have the potatoes in the embers, they should be cooked through when the rabbit is done,” she said not knowing how to broach the subject of them going their separate ways.
“That’s fine, but I’d like to talk further about our staying together.” He said
” Yes I was thinking while you were away hunting.” She said running her hand nervously through her hair.
” And? Have you thought this through completely?”
” Matthew I do like you, but I’m not sure were ready to share our lives, I’m am sorry but it seems were so different and I don’t want you to change your life for me.”
” Yes I see, I was having the same thoughts and I think it would be to our advantage if you stayed on in Northbridge and I visited whenever the opportunity arose, We could develop our relationship more slowly.”
“And would you teach me some of the things you learned, I mean from the school?”
” It would be a great pleasure to do so,” he replied with a huge smile.
” It does seem we were too hasty in our decisions to make a life together so soon and if you would visit when you’re able I should very much like that.” A look of distress came to her face. “Matthew what will I do if there is no proper school?”
“Ah yes I have considered that and if indeed there is none, I would have a talk with Madame Katherine and see if she would allow you to cook and cook only. And if she would, I can’t imagine why in the future you couldn’t open a small school of your own.”
” Oh that does sound wonderful, you really think that might work?”
“I’ll do everything I can to make it possible, and now we should see about dinner before it becomes to dark. Answers will come in the morning when we arrive in Northbridge.”
They had a delightful dinner each feeling better that there was a more definitive plan and that there would be no rushing into something they may not be ready for.
With the packing up of the pots and tins Matt thought a few of those secrets he had learned would be a perfect way to end there stay together at least till he would see her again. He made a comfortable under bedding of tree bows then invited Sara to join him for quick dip in the water before retiring for the night.
They quickly disrobed and soaped one another in the cold clear river both shaking from the cold ran to the fire to snuggle beneath the blankets not caring they were still wet.
His hands and body were warm even after the soaking in the cold water, and she felt her body warming against his, ever so softly he touched her cheek and lifted her chin, to met his eyes, his steel blues eyes softened by the fire light, claimed her. He pulled her closer and kissed her gently on the lips, tiny kisses whispered across her mouth and down her neck. She responded with her own kisses, held his chest down lightly kissed his hard belly and shyly moved down to his groin.
Tentatively, explored his penis, with a small kiss and light touch with her tongue. He groaned his approval she smiled a little seeing the effect. Her tongue ran the length of his shaft and stopped at the head to taste him. Enthralled with delight his body tightened his hands pulled her closer, her finger traced the rim and felt the softness of the skin, and the silky texture fascinated her.
He was so hard so rough, yet this small part so soft and velvety. He held his breath, wanting so much for her to take him in her mouth, her breath warm, breezed over his member causing a shock to race through his body. She could feel his need his wanting and closed her mouth over his penis, felt the tip with her tongue circling its width.
Her eyes found his and her hunger for him showed. His scent incited her further she took him fully in her mouth sucked hard at the pulsing flesh.
He tore himself away from her, he caught her look of surprise, and his own eyes filled with desire assured her, she had made no mistakes.
“It’s my turn now,” he whispered “Tomorrow when we part, I hope you’ll remember this night and you’ll give me the pleasure of your company many more times in the future” he said kissing her again softly on her lips.
” You know I will,” she said kissing him back. ” I have fallen for you Mathew Landau, and who else but you might look after my welfare, and save me from the advances of other men.”
Her words tore a piece of his heart. “Other men?” he hadn’t considered that. He would give her a night of lasting memories ensuring she would want more at some future date.
They spent a wicked wicked night, his hands skillful and pleasing had her thrashing about, completely uninhibited. He brought her to heights of pleasure unknown too to her till then. Multiple orgasms shook her body and she lay spent when he was done, still reeling from the shocks. He held her close promising more of the same when he would see her again.
Their journey together was almost at an end when they rode into Northbridge the next morning. Sara was delighted at the town, it was obviously wilder then the town she had come from but she felt ready for the activity and many different races, her trip with Matt had boosted her confidence in her own abilities and she thought she could handle almost anything.
Matt gave her tour of the town pointing out places he thought would be fine for a lady to explore on her own, and pointed out places she should stay far from. He had a brief word with a well-dressed man on the street. She jumped up with delight as she heard him say the school for small children was not far but more to the outside of the town. He said the school had grown in capacity over the last year and that children, from everywhere attended
Sara was enthralled with her fortunate luck and kissed Matt deeply, making him promise several times to return. He said his good-byes and promised to return at the first opportunity. He left her then in the care of a woman and her husband who ran the school and on his way back to the trail decided that on the next visit there he would stay and take her as is wife.
THE END