Waking for an Early Day – 3A-QO

Chapter 3 – Getting Underway (continued)

Kaylen woke slowly, emerging from an arousing dream to the awareness of the stiffest most uncomfortable morning wood he could ever remember. It was a short step from there to recall the events of the previous night. He was aware of noticing Talindra leave their shared bedroll during the night to go on watch, but he didn’t remember feeling her return, yet here she was her head on his chest, and her braid draped over one of her shoulders and across his torso.

He suppressed a groan and lay still, basking in the intimate moment with Talindra laying against him. It was less than a minute before the silver-haired elf stirred. “Good morning.” He whispered.

“An excellent morning, I’m sure.” She replied, turning her face up to look at him in the dim light filtering through their canvas canopy. “I’m curious; do you always start your days aroused? That seems like it would become inconvenient, especially on the road.”

Kaylen chuckled, “Well, that’s part of what makes it a good morning, when I wake up with a beautiful woman in my arms.”

“Might it not be better to practice discipline?” She asked, her tone playful.

“I do. But fortunately I have a willing woman right here, don’t I?”

“Oh.” She glanced down, to where her hand was hovering at his hip, as if considering if she should touch his manhood through his trousers. “Are you… asking me to finish you?”

“Well, it is your fault. You should take responsibility, shouldn’t you?”

Her brow furrowed as she met his gaze. “I suppose I cannot say you do not have a point. I was thinking that I would like to touch you.”

“Well go ahead.” He told her as he opened his trousers, and pushed them down along with his small clothes until his erection could spring free.

Talindra hesitated, “There is hair.” She observed before reaching out, her fingers brushing lightly along his shaft.

“Yes. Do elves not grow pubic hair?”

Talindra shook her head, “I have not heard this term before. Elves grow hair only on their heads. Male elves do not even grow beards the way humans or dwarves do.” She traced her fingers along his length, seeming to marvel at the way it moved and throbbed under her touch.

“Wrap your hand around it, and stroke up and down. Just be gentle; it’s sensitive.”

“I wish for you to know, I am not ready for intercourse.” She told him. “I am not currently sexually aroused.”

“That’s fine. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” He murmured.

She nodded, and soon was stroking him slowly and gently. Her hand was surprisingly soft, and she paid attention to his reactions. Once she’d started, he didn’t have to give her a single direction as she learned to swirl her palm over the crown, rub along the underside of his head with her thumb, or smear a finger into the precum that leaked from the tip.

His hips bucked as his release drew near, “Lynn, gods! I’m close.” He murmured, causing her to pause for a brief moment, and glance around. “Take it in your mouth.”

“I mean no offense, but I do not think I should like the taste.” She admitted.

“Lynn!” He growled, stroking her hair and putting pressure on her head.

But she withdrew her hand and pulled away, causing him to gasp and frown at her. “I’m not ready for that.” She said simply. “But if you roll towards me so I can aim your release against the rock I will finish you with my hand.”

Breathing heavily, Kaylen nodded, “Quickly though.”

The elf shifted deftly out of the way as he complied with her request. She then took hold of him once more and resumed her hand movements. His natural lubrication spread along his shaft was making slick sounds as her hand moved up and down, and twisted one way and then the other, and finally with a muffled cry, he came, hard. A half dozen powerful spurts painted the side of the boulder just inside the nook they laid in, and Kaylen collapsed, breathing heavily.

“I am generally an agreeable partner for things like this, but please do not be so forceful next time.” Talindra told him as she examined a bit of his cum between her fingers.

“My apologies. I was caught up in the moment.” He managed to get out, laying on his back as he looked up at her.

“Maybe you should taste it so you’ll know if you like it or not.” He suggested after a brief moment.

“Perhaps the next opportunity. I am not feeling so adventurous this precise moment.”

“Very well.”

Talindra turned back towards Kaylen and extended her hand, “Do you have some magic that can clean this, or should I go wash in the stream nearby?”

Kaylen sat up, and cast a quick scouring spell, first on Lynn, then on himself before refastening his trousers. “Let’s get dressed and make sure the others are awake.”

“Yeah, we’re awake.” Ursa muttered from just past their nook. Kaylen leaned out into view and saw Ursa’s back as she lay on her bedroll near one end of the shelter.

“You’re awake, and you didn’t offer to join in?” Kaylen said playfully.

Ursa turned to face him, her cheeks red. “I’m teasing you.” He said quickly, “Come on, let’s break camp.”

Ursa sat up, and nodded, and Kaylen turned back to the silver-haired elf who was reaching for her clothes to begin dressing.

Kaylen began dressing as well, starting with his boots, then pulling on his aketon and chainmail. By the time he emerged from the nook, most the others were already awake, and were in various stages of getting themselves ready, with Dinnae lagging a little as she yawned while fumbling with her armor, and Alanthea still seeming blurry-eyed sitting on her bedroll.

After ensuring they were all awake, and beginning to break down the canvas awning, it was only a matter of minutes before the horses were packed, and everyone was dressed and geared up ready to ride.

They made their way back on the road in the same formation as the previous day, with Lyria and Talindra up front, followed by Alanthea and Danny, Kaylen and Janel, and finally Ursa in the back. They ate a quick breakfast while they rode along the path, the sounds of the forest gradually waking and coming alive around them. Less than an hour later they emerged into the cleared lands in front of the gates of the logging village, Glenvale.

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