Question Annis some more, and then settle down for the night

The trio entered the sturdy log building with Annis leading the way, the young ranger turning her head every so often to look back at Theron.

He could sense her insecurity, and felt that Sofia could do it to. Theron wondered what the noblewoman thought of his way of treating young Annis, but soon realized that he didn’t care one bit if Sofia had any protests against his behaviour. He supposed that shouting at someone until they did as they were told, all the while using language colourful to ensure that they wouldn’t just do it now but remember it until their departure from this earthly life may not cohere with how nobles were thought things, but Theron was certain of the fact that he was doing young Annis a favour by acting like that.

The girl had bright young eyes, and her behaviour actually hinted that there was quite a great deal of intelligence hidden behind her insecure and inexperienced posterior, but no one seemed to have bothered with giving her the training needed to keep her alive until the day that all that intelligence could make itself noticed.
Forgetting about Annis and her youthful demeanour for now, Theron looked around to see whether or not the station looked as it had when he was stationed there.
It seemed as it did, the mess-room was still the first thing you saw when you passed through the pair of sturdy wooden doors, the large room taking up much of the ground-floor.

“Tell me girl, are there still four quarters for the rangers upstairs?”
At this, Annis shook her head, “No, there’s three upstairs and one down here. The captain had us switch places between the storage room and one of the living quarters. She said that it would be better like that, if we were ever under siege.”
“Right,” Theron nodded, as if he agreed with the captain on that, “so that if someone got through the front doors, you could all skedaddle up this,” he patted the railing to the stairs leading upstairs, “and hold out up there without having all you’re food down here.”
“I guess so.” Annis once again sounded somewhat unsure of herself.

“Now,” Sofia cut in again, “I think that Theron and I should rest now, so that we can leave first thing tomorrow.” There was a certain sense of urgency to her speech.
“Right,” Theron agreed, “Miss Sofia, you should sleep upstairs, while young Annis should stay down here.”
“And what about you?” Sofia wondered.
“I’ll stay down here and keep guard for a few hours, while Annis gets some sleep,” looking at the young woman and the bags under her eyes, Theron didn’t think that she had gotten any sleep at all during the last 24 hours, “and then she’ll relieve me.”

Sofia still didn’t seem to happy about it, but she didn’t protest when Annis showed her upstairs, even if the busty blonde gave Theron a long look as she ascended the stairs.

When Annis came down again, Theron shared his thoughts with her regarding the matter of a ranger going anywhere without his or her sword, coming out strongly against it, with a select group of strong phrases to amplify what he was saying.
With the conclusion that he wouldn’t her to ever end up at the mercy of a bunch of bloodthirsty and horny brutes because she had forgotten her to bring her blade with her to the bath, Theron wished her a good night’s sleep.

As the others went to bed, Theron seated himself by the dinner table in the mess-room, the lantern that stood on it being the only source of light in the room, apart from the fire that burned in the fireplace near the end of the table, and did his best to stay awake.

Figuring that he would be better off making himself feel comfortable, and convinced that no one else would be around to see for the next couple of hours, especially not Sofia, Theron placed his weapons on the table before removing first his cloak and then his tunic and then his hoses, lastly kicking his boots off his feet, so that he was now only clad in a simple loincloth.

Moving closer to the fireplace in order to keep warm, Theron placed his axe next to him on the table and began doing what he almost always did while on guard-duty; making up limericks.

Once a quarter of an hour had dragged by and Theron had almost finished crafting a particularly obscene piece of lyric when he heard someone coming down stair.
Scurrying to his feet while grabbing hold of his axe, Theron turned round to see Sofia coming down.

Firstly, Theron thought that he would be smart to lay the axe down. Secondly, he became aware of the fact that he was in a lady’s presence, and currently only wearing enough clothes to cover his loins. And thirdly, he was quite shocked by the fact that Sofia was not wearing more clothes than he was.

In fact, save for a little black thong that barely managed to give complete cover to her vaginal mound, Sofia was as naked as the day she was born.

Looking at how the contours of Sofia’s body; her fit legs, ripped stomach and her bountiful tits, were highlighted by the sheen emerging from the fireplace, Theron gulped hard as he placed the axe down on the table.

“What…what?” He stuttered as Sofia got down on the floor and sauntered over to him.
Judging that his head was far too busy to control something as profane as basic muscle movements, Theron’s legs acted on their own and moved upwards, bringing him into a standing position as Sofia came to a halt in front of him, her bared nipples now merely a few inches away from his bulging abdomen.

“I was getting lonely,” she simpered at him, “and I hoped that you were too.”
Right then, Theron’s hardening cock pushed the flap of his loincloth aside, the long tube of meat uncoiling itself so that the tip of it was suddenly pressed against Sofia’s pelvis.
“It looks as if you were…” Sofia concluded with a smile, her right hand coming down to rest against Theron’s cock, her gaze taking in the considerable length of his distended member.

This change of behaviour from Sofia’s part had taken Theron by surprise. After all, a calm and collected noblewoman wasn’t the sort of person that you expected to find yourself having your cock stroked by in the middle of the night. Especially not if you had less noble blood in you than you had giant blood, and you were less than seven and a half feet tall.

Whatever awkwardness which the situation caused in Theron, and it did cause plenty of that, it all slipped from his mind when Sofia suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him, and placed the bulbous head of his cock against her ruby lips.

As Sofia parted her lips to circle her tongue around his urethra, Theron let out a moan of lust, his body virtually tensing up from the arousal that the sensation of a beautiful noblewoman about to start sucking on his penis caused Theron to experience.