Fun and danger

“Did you rest well?” Aarni asked as he took off his boots.

“I’ve never slept better, my prince, thanks to you.” She moved over, creating room for him to join her on the mattress.

He sat down next to her, leaning up against the boxes, and she leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. He hoped he could interject some reality into the situation, without being harsh.

“You’re going to the temple to become an Acolyte, is that a lot of study?”

Darya’s face turned red. “Well, yes, I guess you could call it studying.”

“I don’t understand the difference between Disciples and Acolytes.”

He could feel the conversation getting more awkward.

“Well, disciples are the ones that serve in the temple, cleaning, lighting the lamps, tending the garden, greeting worshipers and guests. They do the physical work while they study the teachings.”

“Okay, and what do Acolytes do?”

“Well,” He could tell she was nervous, but also felt her body temperature warming as she talked, “Acolytes help in the worship of the goddess, they are the link between human and divine. Or at least that’s how the texts describe it.”

Darya was nestled into his chest, her legs were under the blanket but she had started rubbing her foot on his leg.

She looked up at him, “What will you do when we arrive at the temple?”

“I need to lay low for a bit, but I’m going to Andyr, I’ll join the soldiers there.”

Darya’s face fell. “Then I won’t see you again.”

“I won’t be far away, soldiers come to Tsevest all the time, I’ll be able to visit.”

She smiled suggestively, “Will you come see me when I am an Acolyte?”

“Absolutely, we’ll have to celebrate.”

She laughed and hugged him tight.

“Prince Aarni?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to waste the time we have together. . .”

Aarni started undressing, “Me either.”

Their first time was a bit rushed, and Aarni wanted to take it slowly this time, enjoy Darya fully. He kissed her and ran his hand over the smooth, soft skin of her thigh, he could feel the heat radiating from her sex as his hand moved closer to her entrance. Darya broke their kiss and looked at him, breathing so hard she was almost panting. She reached down and grabbed his penis, her small soft hand stroking him until he was fully erect. Darya pushed him to the mat, leaned over and found his cock with her mouth, kissing the tip before licking him, from half-way up to the tip, then took him into her mouth. She was warm, and eager. She took him as far as she could without gagging, then pulled off of him, “I love this so much, my Prince, I love your penis so much. Feel how wet I am,” she took his hand and put it between her legs, he felt the moisture and heat and rubbed her gently.

“Oh Goddess,” she sighed before pulling his hand away and climbing on top of him.

“I need you in me.” she said, taking his dick in her hand and lining it up with her entrance before pushing down, driving him into her.

Darya had felt incredible earlier, but this was even better, she was so wet and hot, and she was moving so much, doing her best to impale herself on his shaft.

“Oh Goddess,” she cried, as she shuddered, her inner walls tightening on his penis. Aarni grabbed Darya’s hips, squeezing his hands into her soft, warm flesh as he drove her hips up and down harder.

“I’m getting close, Darya.” Aarni warned.

“Give it to me, I want it all.” She said as she cupped her own breast and squeezed.

Goddess she looked incredible, sweat glistening on her soft, pale skin, her free breast bouncing as he pushed her up and down, She reared her head back, her free hand grabbing her hair as she cried out.

Aarni wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling himself up to her and released his seed into her, clutching her body to his, his sweat mingling with hers, her scent overpowering him.

His orgasm was powerful, and immediately afterwards all sense left him, he was exhausted and blissful, he tried to speak, and didn’t know what he said or if he even said it. He collapsed to the mattress underneath her. His last conscious memory was her lips kissing him on his temples.

Aarni awoke to a very different world, Darya was shaking him.

“Aarni wake up, please!”

Her voice was ****.

“Forget him, hide damn it!” It was Ania’s voice, and much more than the panicked voice of Darya, the desperation in Ania’s voice startled him into reality.

“What. . .” he tried to ask, pushing through the haze of sleep, forcing himself into reality.

“Bandits Aarni, we’re being attacked.”

The carriage stopped and Aarni heard voices outside.

“We are disciples of the Goddess, if you need food or supplies, you may have what you need, there is no need for weapons.”

Religious carts were usually ignored by bandits, as it drew too much negative attention to them and also risked the anger of the Goddess. These men didn’t seem to care.

“Haha, look at her boys, she’ll fetch a high price.”

“Slavers,” Darya gasped.

Aarni was fastening his belt. Slavers in Mnozimar? That was practically unheard of, and this far from the border? Aarni’s puzzled thoughts changed quickly when he saw Darya’s face, she was terrified, and still naked, she had frozen in the moment.

Aarni tossed her her dress. “Quick, put it on, and be ready to run,” he said. He quieted his breathing and listened, tracking the enemies outside by their footsteps. He counted at least five approaching the cart.

“Come on then, if you want a fight you’ll get it.” Ania’s previously diplomatic tone had turned cold, Aarni had no doubt she was tough, but she was well outnumbered.

“Why don’t you just give up so we don’t have to damage you?” one of the bandit’s said, mockingly. Aarni needed to join the fight, but he needed to make his entrance as impactful as possible with the odds they were facing.

“Yes, if you are undamaged, we can sell you to some Aggador Duke, but if you are damaged we’ll just have to keep you for ourselves.” Aarni heard their steps circling Ania, she was imposing enough to draw all of their attention, which was good.

“Darya, I need you to get out and run to the trees.”

“I can’t, I can’t move.”

“Darya,”

“Oh Aarni we’re going to. . .”

He slapped her, lightly and right on her cheek, but it shocked her out of her paralysis. He grabbed her shoulders, and with the most serious expression and voice he could muster whispered, “Go, run!” and pushed her towards the cart’s exit.