Jodee, jo jo deeeeee, joodeeee.
The high-pitched screech pierced the misty halls of his sleep.
Joooo deeee, joooo deeee, jo jooooo deeeee.
The persistent screech continued to drive into his dreams of pleasure kingdoms. Annoyed he rolled to his side, groaning as the small pebbles beneath the sleeping bag tried to bite extra large chunks out of his sides. His eyes fluttered open. A disgustingly happy face loomed above him. It descended, lightly kissing his lips.
"Good morning, milord Chad," Elf greeted him, with a cheerfulness that melted a large portion of his aches and pains.
Reaching up to manoeuver her lips back to his, his arm was suddenly gripped by stabbing pains of flashing lightning, "Ohhh, my arm! Damn! It feels like there's a whole hive of bees in there."
Her satin-gloved fingers gently caressed his cheek, soothing some of the pain. "Your sleep was restless during the night. I was afraid the waterboa's bite had done more damage than I expected."
"More than I wanted," he tried to smile. "But all that's wrong is a little stiffness. It'll heal." "Good," she replied, letting the protruding pinnacles of her breasts brush lingeringly over the surfaces of his chest as she leaned over him. "I would hate to think of anything serious befalling you."
"So would I," he grinned back, fully enjoying the summery warmth of her body next to his. "This tandem sleeping bag idea of yours is mighty fine!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it… I did," she whispered, lowering her lips to his for another fleeting kiss. She purred softly as the firm cones of her tits flattened to fleshy balls against him and rolled slightly. "I was hoping that you would suggest we keep this arrangement."
He grinned at the sparkling almost green hazel eyes that begged with pleading innocence to him. "I suggest, if it meets your lady's approval, that we allow our sleeping arrangements to remain the same while on our journey."
The kiss she planted firmly on his lips and the swirling tongue that pushed its way into his mouth was a far cry from the light pecks she had awakened him with. He felt the old familiar stirrings in his loins.
"I get the idea that the Lady of Hort would like a repeat of last night's performance," he suggested, when at last they parted.
Her eyelids fluttered toward the ground in mock-embarrassment, "I would never be so bold, Baron Ponkert. As you said, I am a lady of Hort and such conduct would not befit my station!"
"You delightful tease," he laughed, pulling her to him with his good left hand. "Admit it. Admit that you want it as much as I do!"
"Admit that I want what, milord?" she continued her show of innocence.
His hand slid down the tepid smoothness of her skin, pausing briefly to fondle the bulging side of her breast that squeezed out whitely from their tightly pressed bodies, "Admit that you loved every minute of last night. "And having had your first taste of a man moving inside you, you can't wait for the second!"
"I'll admit no such thing. It wouldn't be ladylike… Ohhhhh," she moaned as his hand wedged its way between her legs and roughly squeezed the furried mound of her vulva.
He increased the pressure of his fingers as he kneaded the thick lips of her cunt. Dampness wetted his fingers-warm juices that announced what her playful attitude would not.
"Admit it" he repeated, enjoying the noticeable increase of her moans.
"No," she persisted, grinding her undulating pelvis into the palm that surrounded her trembling pussy.
Without warning, he popped his index finger into the hot hole of her sex. The heated chamber of her vagina enveloped the invading digit in clinging folds. She groaned and twisted under his manual impalement. Her eyes fluttered closed as she mashed the yearning satin-covered pillows of her breasts over his chest.
Delighting in the control he commanded over this young and very willing girl, he slithered his finger in and out of her. "Admit it!"
Her crotch pumping in rhythm with his drilling attack, she panted out,
"I admit it-yes! By the gods, yes!"
"Yes, what?" he teased, fully enjoying the game they played.
His probing finger swirled around within the silken interior of her heating cunt. Urgently, he stirred the flow of warm, thick lubricants that welled at his touch. Her hips jumped to meet his new ministrations.
She writhed and fucked herself on the finger that had penetrated her trembling hole.
"Yes. I admit it. I admit it!" she added in near desperation as his digital attack stirred and renewed the desires he had first ignited last night.
He slipped another finger into the cleft of her loins. Allowing it to dip momentarily into the flowing bath of her sexual juices, he glided the moistened fingertip to her clitoris and proceeded to taunt it to a lust-plumped button by twirling around it in rapid flourishes.
"Admit what?" he continued in a voice that imitated her own previous attempt at innocence, prolonging his teasing torture.
"I-admit that… I-I want you!" she groaned in a near fanatic fever of passion and lust.
His own want had made itself self-evident in the jutting form of his rearing cock that throbbed at a forty-five degree angle from his loins.
Just as his taunting torment of pleasure had aroused this red-headed bundle of new found sensual yearnings, it had also brought his desire to a full, blood-gorged head. He savoured the dominance he had over her willing young body. He thrilled at his power to bring her to submissiveness.
"But I'm here and you have me," he teased even further. "What do you want?"
His finger drilled deeper into the liquid heat of her wanton cunt. He rubbed lasciviously at her lust-inflamed, extended clit. His palm and remaining finger squeezed hard over her heated mound of love. Her whole body quaked with feverish tremors of desire.
"I want… I want… " she groaned from the depths of her throat. "I want this!"
Her hand clamped like a vise around the thick circumference of his cock, making sure there was absolutely no doubt left as to what she wanted and had been teased and taunted into begging for.
His whole body was jolted by electric thrills as her demanding hand tugged at his pole. His prolonged torture of pleasure had resulted in the effects he had sought. For the first time, she had reached down and touched and held the ponderous rod of his manhood. Her first step toward the delights she would learn and love to perform to give a man her body-her whole body, completely and with no avenues left closed.
Lovingly, her hands slid up and down the throbbing length of his manhood. Her body trembled and quivered at the intimate contact of virile masculinity. She thrilled and quaked at the power it conveyed to her exploring fingers. She moaned at the touch that was a magnificent combination of demanding, adamant hardness, and yet was smooth and sleek and warm.
Rolling her to her back, he slid atop the young excited body. He felt the shivers of her anticipation race through her full length. His mouth covered hers and his tongue duelled over the whipping softness of her own oral probe. His one good hand pushed between them and covered the flattened cone of one of her breasts. Within seconds, he pleasingly busied the resilient fleshy pillow and tweaked the taut nipple at its crest.
Beneath him, still clutching the hard rod of cock, her thighs voluntarily opened to an inviting "V". She groaned as his thighs dropped to fill the space vacated by her supple legs. She writhed as the gorged crown of his shaft nuzzled and prodded at the soft down-covered mound of her passion.
"I want this!" she repeated her earlier begging and once more tugged at the pulsing column of sex now so close, but so far.
As she held him, he wiggled his hips slightly and groaned in unison with her as his glans found its mark and easily slipped between the pouting outer lips of her labia.
Then he gave it to her. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he drove forward. Racing like a battering ram of flesh, his cock into the sweet cleft of her cunt as if intent on rending through the protective wall of her hymen. But there was no longer a maidenhead to provide the least bit of resistance to his entry. There was no longer the jagged shooting pain of a lost virginity. Gone, too, was the fearful anticipation of the unknown.
There was the complete feeling of a woman as he packed himself into her body. There was the hardness. There was the fullness and the satisfaction as the demanding stiff invasion rammed its way into the deep reaches of her enfolding cunt.
Her hands grasped his taut balls of ass cheeks and strained to pull him deeper into her clinging channel. Her hot belly arched up and thrust itself onto his crotch, trying to impale herself further on his lance of manhood.
Last night they had made love. Today they lusted in an abandoned want for each other.
In animal-like hunger, he battered into the soft lips of her open cunt.
Each hard stroke seeking and finding the new untouched depths of her yearning channel. Deeper and deeper he thrust into the soft, spongy recesses of her hot pussy. He slammed into the hunching mound of sex, spraying its lips wide under the heavy impacts of his crotch.
The thickening lips of her cock-hungry cunt followed every movement of his lust-shaft. Lovingly caressing the length of his commanding man-meat, they flowered outward in a tight pink ring of clutching muscles. Then the wanton mouth closed as he rammed forward, driving the flowing lips back into her.
His balls slapped sweat-slicked at the bottom of the slash of her cunt as he drilled into the welcoming hole of her desire. Gripping his length, the soft, silken channel closed around him in humid warmth. She squeezed and warmly trapped his cock.
She moaned and writhed against the body above her. The lust-laden globes of her breasts squirmed at his chest, drilling their stiff nipples into his skin. He speared into her and her pelvis bucked up to gather more of the swollen shaft that dominated her body.
As her fingernails bit into the demi-globes of his rock-hard ass, he pounded violently into her. His pelvis ground into her fully aroused clitoris, forcing further groans of lust from her quivering lips.
In the sensual desperation of her near climatic condition, she twisted and bucked with a reckless abandon that matched his own. As he drove her closer and closer to the threshold of release, she seemed to find the control of her vaginal muscles and squeezed. Tighter and tighter the puckered ring of pink lips clutched at his cockstaff. Her cunt seemed to milk and suck at him, lovingly and flowingly.
Her now ecstatically wild whimpers, moans, cries and groans announced the nearness of her coming. Wanting to reach that peak with her, he whipped on the burrowing speed of his plowing pole. In a frantic frenzy, he slammed into her cunt, drilling into the spongy texture of her volcanic channel. Grunting and groaning in near bestial fever, he wrenched his swollen rod from the tight vaginal folds, then plunged back, entrenching himself once more in her depths.
Her whole body shuddered and quaked under the dam-breaking tidal waves of ecstasy that raced up from her burning loins, finally ending in a nova of white hot light exploding in orgasmic release in her brain. Her body was no longer hers! It belonged to the conquering sensations that tore it apart with pleasure, then assembled it and blasted it apart again.
As if attempting to retain some contact with the world she had been rocketed from as she came, her nails bit into his ass deeply, then raked up the stiffened contours of his back. She thrashed and writhed and twisted beneath his body. Her moans and groans had turned to abandoned cries of pleasure.
With perfect timing, his own body went rigid and he drilled deeply into her orgasm-exploding body. He shuddered and quaked as his testicles freely gave up the boiling load they had held. Seemingly, gallon upon gallon of thick, white cream emptied itself gratefully into the surrounding heat of her body.
The liquid warmth of her pleasure-overloaded channel contracted and relaxed around his spasmodically pulsing rod. The gentle soft insistence of her caressing folds lovingly flowed around the swollen, jerking root of his lust, soothing him with fulfilled embraces.
Slowly the lulling waters of satisfaction washed through their coupled bodies, replacing the violent desperation of their coming. Their lips thankfully brushed over each other and their hands tenderly stroked the cooling flesh of their bodies. Their actions had no other purpose other than just to feel the closeness of skin on skin.
When at last he rolled from this girl, transformed into a very enticing woman, she snuggled back against him, her head laying on his chest.
Tenderly, he caressed the silken softness of her short red hair that was completely in a wild disarray that pleased him. The warm flow of her breath streamed from her nostrils and tickled its way through the forest of curly black hairs on his chest.
Neither of them spoke or moved, afraid of losing, too soon, the intimate contact of their bodies and spoiling the memories of ecstasy they had shared. The softness of their breathing blended with the rustle of a morning breeze that stirred through the great forest around them.
Somewhere in the distance the high-pitched cry that had first drawn him from his sleep sounded again.
"Listen," she said, raising her head toward the sound. "Do you hear it?"
He nodded to her inquiring gaze and she continued, "It's an ottuff-jay!"
By her tone he realized that he was expected to know what she was describing, but he didn't. "A whatinjay?"
She chuckled at his obvious ignorance, hazel eyes afire with glowing specks of green, "An ottuff-jay."
Grinning at the definitely elfin-looking girl, he shook his head, admitting his ignorance.
"It's a wild game fowl that inhabits these woods," she explained. "It's considered quite a delicacy in Hort-tender and succulent."
He smiled, "Do I happen to detect that milady is hungry?"
"Famished," she laughed in a crystal clear ring that seemed to sing. "I don't think I can ever remember feeling so ravishingly famished."
"Howsabout I bring one of those ottuffamuthings in for breakfast?" he suggested.
His answer was a warm hug and a sloppy wet kiss that smothered his lips.
"I guess that pretty well answers the question," he said, disentangling himself from her arms. "But I won't be bringing home the bacon unless I get off my ass."
She laughed as they scooted from the sleeping bag together. The brisk morning air sent chilled gooseflesh prickling over their naked skin.
Trotting to the still glowing embers of their campfire, Ponkert allowed his rear to become toastingly warm as Elf hastily slipped into her brown and green outfit, once more taking on the very deceptive tomboy appearance. Grinning, she trotted to his side and began helping him into his own clothes.
"Do you think you should be doing this with that arm of yours?" she asked as she gently worked the soft fabric of his shirt over his bandaged right arm.
"Woman," he said watching her eyes glow with satisfaction at the sound of the word, "don't put a damper on my gallantry. I've got that laser I did in the direwolves with, which should be able to handle a measly little bird."
She nodded as she buttoned the three clasps at the neck of his blouse-like shirt.
"But I'm afraid I'll come home empty-handed, if you don't describe this tasty ottuff-jay to me."
"Mayhap you are right, my baron," she smiled. "But there will be no difficulty in finding the bird. Just follow the sound of his calls. When you see it, there will be no doubt that you have seen an ottuff-jay. The bird is the size of one of our tame hens in Hort. However, it is featherless except for a white ruff that neatly circles its neck. Also it has leather wings."
While he had no idea in the world what a Hortian hen looked like, he admitted there would be no difficulty in recognizing a bird with leather wings.
"Got it," he smiled, then lightly kissed her lips and patted the full roundness of her ass which was hidden by her baggy trousers. "Now to get it."
With that he proceeded toward the spot where he had left his weapons during the night. Elf called after him, "Hurry, Chad. I'll have everything ready for our morning feast when you return."
Waving back to her, he entered the forest and quickly located his sword, axe and laser. Slipping them into their respective scabbards and holster, he proceeded in the direction of the persistent screech of the now-stalked ottuff-jay.
Feeling quite free and easy, he moved through the thick growth of woods.
The forest, as all Keller had been, was a beautiful isle of serenity to him. He was all too used to the paved-in-asphalt cities of Earth and the screaming, teeming, scheming billions all out to stab a man in the back.
Perhaps if the phrase "stab in the back" could be taken only figuratively, he might have been able to live on mother Earth. However, crime was rampant in the streets, homes and office complexes. That stab in the back was real. Deadly real!
He had gone no more than a quarter of a mile, when he first sighted the source of the sound he was following. He immediately dropped behind the trunk of an old gnarled oak for protection. Elf had forgotten to mention an ottuff-jay was at least the size of an Earthly German Shepard, had a long hawk-like beak and walked on six clawed feet. She was right about the leather wings, and the white ruff of feather around the creature's neck. Ponkert was positive about that-two of the overgrown chickens stood not more than twenty feet from him.
However, he had little real worry about the gigantic birds turning on him. They had other matters occupying their minds, or bodies as the case was. Silently he watched with some amazement as he received a nature lesson in the mating habits of six-legged beasts. When the female finally strutted off, obviously satisfied by the awkward coupling, he simply pulled out his laser pistol and squeezed off a shot. The brawny featherless bird dropped to the ground before he realized what happened, caught while still dazed from his sexual repast.
Getting the monster back to the campsite posed a different problem. An ottuff-jay weighed at least ten times the amount it looked. Pulling his sword free, the Earthman used it as an over-sized butcher knife to hack away two of the six drumsticks. Hoping Elf preferred the taste of dark meat, he slung the bird legs over his shoulder and began to retrace his steps through the forest.
Whistling to himself, he let his eyes take in the bountiful beauty surrounding him. He tried to visualize the countryside after he had opened his matter transmitter vacation service to Keller. Immediately scraps of paper and disposable cans that were never disposed of were heaped around his feet. He shook the vision from his mind and the greenery was returned. The prospect of his business venture suddenly sat uneasy with him. Perhaps if he set up regulations…
His thoughts were abruptly ripped from his mind as he stepped into the clearing that had held their campsite an hour ago.
"Elf!" he called out, dropping the heavy bird legs to the ground. "Elf!"
There was no answer. Like a madman he rushed to the torn sleeping bag and camping equipment scattered in crazy disarray over the small clearing. The girl was gone! And so were the two mankils, Richard and Harl!
Suppressing his urge to panic, he forced logic into his brain when desperation fought for a seat. His mind seemed to take in and process the information his eyes transmitted to it double-time, trying to subdue the hollow sinking that filled the pit of his stomach.
He found the key to the whole riddle at the north edge of the clearing.
Mankil tracks. Enough for at least ten creatures and their riders.
The complete wrecking of the camp and the missing Elf fell into place.
Someone, for some unknown reason, had ridden in and abducted her. There had been a fight, that much he knew. Elf would never have gone submissively. But why? Why?
Suddenly, the thought of some northern Yngvi grabbed his mind like fingers of ice. Some unknown Yngvi and his Elf! His mind screamed and logic fell to blood-lust. Like a lunatic, he wrenched the long sword that hung from his side from its scabbard. The silvered blade flashed in the morning sun as he ran after those who had left an easy trail for his revenge-seeking eyes. He ran, intent on but one thing: to find and kill those that had taken the girl from him.