Getting down to business

Aarni took his shirt and pants off as Darya pulled her dress over her head. He finally got a proper look at her body, she wasn’t skinny, she had a small and adorable tummy, and her hips. My goddess, those hips were amazing, her thighs were impressively thick, and by the time Aarni got his pants fully off he was half-erect.

“Am I alright?” she asked.

Aarni dipped and hugged her tight around her waist, kissing her breasts, he remembered the cart’s low ceiling before he picked her up, and instead turned, kneeling, and laid her down on the blankets on the floor of the cart. The feather matress was simple, but soft, and Darya looked amazing laying on it, naked and smiling up at him.

“My prince. . .” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Aarni didn’t waste time, he was going to fuck this girl, but he was sore from riding in the box and wanted to get out of the cart and get some fresh air. Not wasting time, found her entrance and pushed into her, finding the resistance of her maidenhood and conquering it swiftly. He wasn’t the fumbling boy that had to be led through sex on his 18th birthday. He experimented with different angles, finding where she reacted the strongest and making mental notes to hit those spots again.

He looked at her face, she had tears running down her cheeks.

“Are you alright?” he said, stopping his movement in case he was hurting her.

“I’m so happy, I dreamed of this day for so long, I thought that dream had died.”

He took that as an okay to move again, and picked up the pace. His left hand he put behind her head, stroking her hair and cupping the back of her head. His right hand found her breast and caressed it, she arced into his thrusts and wrapped her leg over his.

He slowed his movements, thrusting deep within her as he ran his right hand over her stomach, he felt the clinch of her orgasm, kissed her hard and came into her. Darya giggled, bit her lip and started laughing.

Aarni was pushed out of her by the muscles contracting from her laugh. He was confused, was she laughing at him?

“Oh my prince, you make me so happy.” She said, laughing, “I’m just so happy.”

Aarni hadn’t run into a reaction like this, and didn’t quite know what to do. He sat up, and just looked at her. Darya got herself under control and rolled toward him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, I was just so happy it overwhelmed me.” Aarni looked down at her, her thighs, hips and ass. . . she was so hot, like the goddess had designed a body just for sex.

“I feel sleepy, is it okay if I just lay here?” she asked him, as if she needed his permission.

“Go ahead, I want to stretch my legs and get some air.” He said, pulling his pants back on.

She responded by making a sound that was practically a purr, then she hugged his leg, reached her head up and kissed his penis, “Thank you,” she said, then laid down and fell asleep.

Aarni couldn’t help but chuckle. He put a thin blanket over Darya, kissed her temple, then opened the back door of the cart and hung his legs outside. He let his eyes adjust to the bright sun, stretched his legs and torso, then hopped out of the cart, running around to the front to meet his other travelling partner. He swung up next to Ania and got his first look at the “dried up old hag.”

“Good day prince.” She said, and Aarni started, he didn’t expect an actual hag, but Ania was gorgeous. She was tall and muscular, with jet black hair. Her complexion gave her away as southern born, her coloring was similar to Yrsa, but Ania was taller, more muscular and. . . well, significantly bigger than Yrsa.

Aarni realized he hadn’t answered. “Good day to you, Ania, right? Or do you go by shriveled up hag?”

“Darya can call me what she likes, but you will call me Ania.” Aarni could feel the coldness in her voice.

“Okay.” He replied, and then sat back and looked around, taking in the scenery.

“You should have cut your hair.” They had sat quietly for half an hour before Ania finally spoke to Aarni.

“My hair?”

“You are prince, people may recognize you, even with plain clothes. A soldier’s hair cut would be better for you.”

Aarni didn’t like the thought, but she was right, his hair was well cared for and showed it, anyone looking at him would know he didn’t do manual labor and was wealthy.

“I hadn’t thought of that, you want to cut it?”

Ania snorted.

She didn’t respond for a while, and Aarni wasn’t going to let her off the hook by saying anything else, so he waited to see what she would say. Fortunately for Ania, Darya stirred inside the cart.

“Darya awakes, go to her.”

“I don’t think she needs my help waking up.”

Ania looked at him sternly. “She likes you too much, while I do not like you.”

Aarni could tell there was something between Ania and Darya, and he wanted to pry deeper, but he could read moods well enough to know this wasn’t the time for that.

“Alright.” Aarni hopped off the front, and climbed back inside the cart. Darya sat up and smiled at him, covered only by a blanket. Ania wasn’t wrong, this young lady liked him a lot, but she was going to the temple to train to become an Acolyte, and he had his own path, this romance would likely end tomorrow, and not with a wedding.