Waking for an Early Day – 3B-EW

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. Vesili had rolled towards him at some point in the night, and her head was now on his chest, her hair splayed across one shoulder, a few strands tickling his nose as he tilted his head down to look at her. One of her legs was thrown across his thigh, and he could feel her heat through their sleeping clothes.

He groaned softly, and stroked Vesili’s hair before placing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head, as he felt her stir against him. “Are you awake?” He whispered.

The half-elf stiffened, then moved to sit up, but Kaylen tightened his hold on her briefly, “Shhh, you’re safe. It’s just me.” He murmured.

As soon as she relaxed, shifting to look up at him, he released her, and she sat up, putting a bit of distance between them, “Sorry…” She muttered.

“It’s fine. Though I hope you won’t have the same reaction next time.” He said, reaching a hand out to her.

She shook her head, “Already thinking about next time?” She asked, taking his hand and moving back into his embrace, laying her head on his shoulder once more.

“Of course. You don’t want this to just be a one-time thing, do you?”

She chuckled, “No, I suppose not.” She sighed, and nestled against him, though the feel of her wasn’t helping his erection go down.

Kaylen made an effort to ignore his arousal and simply enjoy cuddling with the petite half-elf, but now that he was awake, it seemed to dominate his attention. Finally, he shifted, trying to make himself more comfortable, but his movement seemed to disturb Vesili, for she sat up once more, “Okay, I’m up.” She said as she turned to reach for her boots.

“You don’t have to dress right away, I just uh…” He paused when she turned back toward him and almost immediately her violet eyes settled on the tent in his trousers. “Yeah, that.”

“Oh.” She said simply.

Kaylen chuckled and blushed. “Yeah, when I wake up with such a beautiful woman in my arms, I just can’t help it.”

“I suppose you want me to help you out?”

“If you would, but only if that’s something you’re interested in.”

“It might be a bit too soon for that, sorry.” She blushed, and shook her head.

“Maybe I could convince you?” But Vesili shook her head again. “Then I suppose I’ll need to finish myself, or go wash in a cold stream if there is one nearby.”

“Talindra mentioned a stream to the west behind the boulder. I assume it’s not that far if she could hear it from here.”

“Sounds good, I’ll go wash, and rejoin you shortly.” He reassured her as he tugged his boots on, then got to his feet.

Kaylen smiled and picked up his staff as he slipped past a sleeping Ursa and out of the camping area. The air outside was still damp and chill, with the sun brightening the morning sky but not yet risen above the horizon.

He’d only gone a few dozen paces when he heard a grunt, and turned to see Alanthea catching herself from tripping over a tree root. “Sister, are you alright?” He asked.

The pale-haired priestess straightened, and faced him, her hair looking somewhat disheveled. “Master.” She said, looking him up and down, “I overheard you and the elf speaking. I thought, perhaps if she was not willing to serve you, I might be of service in her stead?”

“Vesili is a half-elf.” Kaylen reminded the priestess.

“Yes, Vesili.” She agreed.

He sighed, and shook his head, but extended a hand to her, “Come with me then, and we’ll see what kind of service you can provide.”

She took his hand and walked with him with as much poise as she could manage wearing little beyond the chemise she’d slept in, her sword belt and her boots.

It was a little less than a hundred paces further on before they began to hear the babbling of the stream Vesili had mentioned, and then they came into sight of it after about sixty more.

Kaylen paused a few feet from the stream and turned to regard his companion. “So, what sort of service did you wish to provide?” He asked, curious about her intentions. He’d already determined that she was quite unusual for a priestess, but even so, it was difficult to imagine she meant to do something actively sexual with him. He didn’t think that sort of thing was allowed within her religious order.

“Oh um… I am uncertain. I’ve never…” She blushed, and fidgeted with the chape of her belt. “I’m not a nun. I have taken no vow of celibacy, but I still have no experience with anything of an intimate nature.”

She’d immediately proven his assumption wrong. But Kaylen wasn’t going to look a gift-horse in the mouth. “Would you like to see my, uh… arousal?” He asked, gesturing to the stiff appendage still forming a tent in his trousers.

Alanthea looked down, stared for a moment, and then met his gaze once more. “Will you think less of me if I say yes?”

Kaylen shook his head, “If that’s what you want; it’s not up to me to judge your behavior in relation to your faith.”

“Then I would like to see.”

With a smile, Kaylen set his staff aside, and opened his trousers lowering them far enough for his half-hard manhood to spring free. “You can touch it.” He murmured, “But we shouldn’t linger too long, we do need to get back to the others.”

“Should I show myself to you as well?” She asked, making no move to close the distance between them.

“If you would like, I would not object.”

“What would you like?” She countered.

“I would love to see more of you.” He replied, then watched as she unbuckled her belt, and raised her chemise up over her head, revealing her bare torso and her lower half covered now only by her drawers.

“How is this?” She asked curiously.

Kaylen smiled as he let his gaze take her in. Her revealed skin was just as pale as her face, her breasts small with tiny pink nipples that had hardened in the chill morning air. Her body was rail thin but with a surprising measure of muscle tone, particularly in her arms as she stood shivering slightly, though she did not seem at all embarrassed or uncomfortable. Kaylen couldn’t resist gently stroking his own manhood as he watched her chest rise and fall with her breath. “You are very beautiful.” He told her.

“I could show more.” She offered, gesturing to her drawers.

“Please.”

When she untied the ribbon holding her drawers in place, and slid them down her legs to bunch up on top of her boots, she revealed a patch of short blonde hairs surrounding her narrow slit. He increased the pace of his hand as he looked, then met her gaze once again, “Touch yourself for me?” He asked.

She nodded and lowered one hand between her legs, lightly running her fingers through her own pubic hair and along her tight labia. Her other hand rose to her tiny breasts and gently rubbed back and forth from one to the other.

“Have you ever touched yourself like this before?” He asked.

She shook her head, “Only when bathing. It feels nice, but I’ve not really explored such things prior.”

“Are you wet?”

She blinked, and tilted her head, “There is damp in the air, but beyond that no.”

“I meant between your legs, are you aroused?” He gestured to where she was still touching herself.

She looked down, then brought her hand up, examining her fingers. “No, I don’t think so. Is that a good thing?”

Kaylen chuckled, and slowed his own strokes, finding that the situation wasn’t as exciting for him as he might have liked. Alanthea’s lack of enthusiasm was a bit of a turn off for him. “Maybe we should simply wash up and get back to the others.”

“Are you sure? Aren’t you supposed to spill your seed?” She asked.

He shrugged, “I would like to, but I’m just not getting there, not on my own.”

“Then would you like me to touch you?”

“It’s fine. It’s already starting to go down. Perhaps we can experiment some more next time we have a bit more privacy, and aren’t so short on time.”

“Alright.” She pulled her drawers back up, and retrieved her chemise before kneeling at the edge of the stream and splashing water on her face and arms. “Do you have soap?”

He shook his head, “No, but if you’ll allow me.” He muttered a quick incantation as she held her hands out to him, her eyes wide, and she flinched as his spell cleaned her fingers.

“That is an abrasive spell.” She said, wiggling her fingers.

“It’s called a scouring spell.”

“Can you teach it to me?”

Kaylen frowned, “I thought you weren’t supposed to study magic.”

“That is correct. I want to do it anyways.”

“Huh. Now isn’t really the time, but I’ll think about it.” Kaylen cast another scouring spell on himself before refastening his trousers, then kneeling down to wash at the stream beside Alanthea. “Let’s get back before the others make too many assumptions about what you and I got up to out here.”

“In truth, their assumptions are likely to be more lurid than the reality.” She said with a chuckle as she stood and finished dressing before following him back the way they’d come.

By the time they returned to camp, the sun had risen and the day was rapidly warming up, and the others were already breaking down the canvas awning and putting away bedrolls. Talindra and Ursa were dressed in their full kit, and Dinnae seemed to be the only one lagging a little as she yawned while fumbling with her armor.

Talindra gave them a bit of an odd look when she spotted them coming around the boulder, but Alanthea didn’t pay her any extra attention as she returned to her bedroll and began donning her own armor.

Meanwhile, Kaylen went to his nook, out of sight of the others except for Ursa and Vesili, and quickly dressed himself. In only a few minutes 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 Kaylen and Alanthea, Vesili and Danny, 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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