Chapter 5

Cragnorr

I can’t believe it.

When Mia took my cock in her hands, it felt nothing like my own clumsy grip. No, it was soft and tentative at first, until she realized what she could do.

I’ve never known a creature to wield such vast power. And then, like an idiot, I shot my come all over her.

For a moment, I don’t feel tired or hungry. I can’t feel the ache in my shoulder or in my leg. I feel nothing but a warm sense of joy, all the way down to my balls. Mia is here with me, in my arms. I can’t help but feel that she belongs here, wedged against my body. I feel a quietude, a peace I’ve never known before. And that magic she wove with her fingers... I could die right now, and I would know I’ve lived the happiest moment of my life.

She touched me. She wanted to touch me . Now she’s curled up in my arms and I’m still dazed, absently rubbing circles on her skin.

What am I thinking? Why didn’t I touch her back? She showed me a world of pleasure, and I didn’t even think to return the favor. I was too lost in my stupor. When I look down at her, though, Mia’s fallen asleep, her hands curled up on my chest.

I sigh and lie back in the grass, holding her tight against me. She shifts, and already my cock is thinking about her again. Not just what her fingers feel like—but what other parts of her might feel like, too. I wonder if she would let me touch her the way she touched me? What would I find between her thighs?

There are bigger things to worry about, like whether we can reach the next town in time, if the villagers are still on our trail, if we’ll find enough food to survive. But I fall asleep thinking of Mia’s curves, soft and giving under my hands.

I awake the next morning first again, Mia still sleeping soundly. She rolled off me in the night, and now lies bundled up in the nook of my arm. I’m wrapped around her, dwarfing her, but thankfully not crushing her. The wound in my shoulder is pressed against the ground, which is deeply uncomfortable, but I refuse to move for many long minutes.

As I watch her chest swell and give with her breaths, I’m dying to know what’s under her nightgown. Soon my hands start exploring her, drifting from her back down to her hip, then up her side. I know I shouldn’t, but after the gift she gave me... I can’t help myself.

She burrows even more deeply into me, making a pleased sound. I trail my fingers down until they’re skating over her thighs, but stop when she gasps.

Now she’s awake.

“Keep going,” she says as she takes my big thumb in her hand. “More.”

More ?

Of course I can’t deny Mia anything. And if what she wants is my touch, I’ll more than happily give it to her.

She guides my hand up her thigh to her butt, and my breath hitches as I caress the gentle swell of it. She leans into me, her hip rising off the ground to make even more contact.

Oh, my cock is certainly alert now. Continuing my exploration, my fingers duck under her arm, and she lifts it for me to grant me access to her chest. There, I’m stopped in my tracks by the perfect plushness of her breast. It’s much larger than I expected, and surprisingly full and heavy. I wonder what it feels like to carry this around all day; I want nothing more than to lift it and ease the burden for her.

“It’s all right,” Mia whispers, turning her body to make my way easier. My pants feel terribly tight as I touch the rounded bottom of her breast, then travel up and across a hard, pebble-sized peak. Her breath catches as I brush over it, so I do it again, and she lets out a pleased sigh.

This time I bring the little bead between my fingers and gently pinch it, curious what it will do. Mia’s eyes close and her whole body arches, which seems like a good sign. I repeat it with her other breast, too, cupping both of them in my palms while I play with these two tantalizing points.

My cock is hungry, painfully hungry, while I tease her. It wants something else, but I’m not sure what.

When I’ve paid sufficient attention to her breasts, I wander with my hand once again, intent on discovering every part of Mia while she’ll allow it. I remember once upon a time being fascinated with the space between her legs. She didn’t have a cock there, like I do—no, it was something hidden, something much more special. Will she let me touch her there and find out?

I run my hand down her belly to the triangle where her pelvis and thighs come together. Mia lets out a little squeak, and I pause, not sure if she wants me to continue .

Then she grabs my hand in hers and pushes it between her thighs, where it catches on her nightgown.

My whole body gets warm just imagining what I’ll find there, in this secret place.

Mia

My body is simply tingling, my blood all rushing to my nipples and my abdomen. When Cragnorr reaches down there, my pussy clenches tight, craving his hands.

I’m elated that he wants to touch me in return. He wants to know me, explore me, and I’m more than happy to let him as he let me.

I pull up my nightgown and part my thighs. His hand slips through them, but at first, all he does is knead my flesh. I whine a little, shifting until just the pad of his finger tastes me.

It’s such a slight movement, but it sends a shockwave from where he’s touching me straight up to my throat. I gasp as he gently strokes the outside of me, teasing my lower lips. Then he slides between them, and meets moisture there. Cragnorr’s amber eyes go wide as he encounters this new discovery. That slickness allows his finger to slide up between my folds, where he finds my sensitive clit, which I’ve often touched at night to pleasure myself. I moan into his chest, and he pauses.

“More,” I say, pushing on his wrist again. “Please.”

Obediently he repeats the gesture, passing over that sensitive nub again with the pad of his finger.

“Yes,” I murmur. “Like that.”

With a firm nod, Cragnorr continues tantalizing me, rubbing back and forth and then around in circles. Soon I’m wriggling under his hand, pushing my hips against it as I ask for even more. My pussy clenches as if something is missing, but the pleasure is so wonderful that I ignore it.

Cragnorr’s breaths speed up as he moves his finger faster, and soon I’m unable to control the sounds coming out of my mouth as he winds me tighter and tighter. I might just pop like a ripe fruit.

And then it hits me—an explosion of pleasure that radiates out from where he’s touching me to every inch of my body. I cry out as it takes me over, all my muscles contracting. Cragnorr continues rubbing until I reach down to stop him, the sensation too much for me to bear.

“Oh, wow,” I mutter against his chest, my head foggy from bliss. Slowly it clears, and I find Cragnorr looking down at me with his mouth slightly ajar. “That felt amazing.”

He withdraws his hand and curiously looks at his fingers, which are coated with my wetness. First he sniffs it, much to my mortification, then slips one finger in his mouth to taste it.

“What are you doing?” I ask, embarrassed. But his eyes fall closed as he sucks on it, and pleasure spreads across his face.

“Delicious,” he says quietly, opening his eyes again to peer down at me.

That’s not what I expected, and again, it makes me clench between my legs. I want to touch him again, to bring him pleasure like he just brought me, but my belly hurts from how hungry I am.

At least I no longer feel dizzy and sick. Perhaps I’m finally through the worst of it.

Now it’s time to go.

As we head south, toward where I believe we’ll find Sackett, the landscape changes. Cragnorr’s wounds are looking better, despite the conditions, and I’ve gotten some of my strength back.

We spot farms through the trees, and open fields with houses dotting the horizon. I don’t want what happened in my village to happen again, so as the woods thin out around us, eventually I stop and turn to Cragnorr.

“You should stay here,” I say. “Sackett is just ahead. I don’t want anyone to see you.”

He stops in his tracks and gazes down at me with a concerned look in his eyes. I know he doesn’t like it, but we don’t have a choice.

“Don’t worry,” I tell him, with more confidence than I feel. “News shouldn’t have traveled here. I’ll go in, get some food and come right back. All right? But I need you to wait for me.”

His eyebrows lower and he frowns. The idea bothers me, too. Anything could happen to Cragnorr while I’m gone.

“Hide, please.” I put a hand on his forearm and squeeze. “I need you to be safe.”

After a long moment of studying me, Cragnorr nods. He returns my gesture, then pats my head before I turn around and walk away.

I pull my jacket tighter around myself when I finally find a road. The packed dirt leads me to more homes, which pull closer together as I pass. Other people appear, and they stare at me unabashedly as I walk by in only my dirty, torn nightgown and this coat over my shoulders.

At last, I reach Sackett, a town significantly larger than the village where I grew up. I’ve been here before with Mom to sell her rugs, so I have a rough lay of the land in my head. There’s a general store on the main road, and that’s where I’ll go to get something to wear and hopefully, some meager food supplies.

I play with the few coins in my pocket, hoping my own village hasn’t sent ahead word about me. I would be easy to recognize with my thick, long hair and curious clothes.

Finally, I reach the big shop in the middle of town, still drawing far too much attention to myself. Maybe I can’t afford a new outfit, but I can at least buy some food to hold us over, plus a basic knife and a firestarter.

The shopkeep gives me a very funny look when I come in dressed as I am, but he’s happy to take my money. After bagging up my purchases, he drops the coins into his till and waves me off. “Thank you,” I say, before scooping it all up and heading out the door.

It’s slow going back the way I came with all the eyes following me. At the edge of town, a man with a sly face stops me.

“I’ll give you some clothes if you suck me off,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.

I turn around and run, back the way I came—back to Cragnorr.