Marlak and Trilele

It was not long before it was just Marlak and Trilele sitting around the fire, the others having paired off or become otherwise occupied. Marlak smiled in her direction, “So,” he said, “If we die tomorrow, I don’t want to have any regrets, and I would regret not asking you to join me in my bedroll tonight.”

Trilele laughed, “I thought Bards were meant to be good with their words,” she said, “that sounded like a pick-up line from a frontline fighter.”

Marlak shrugged, “Bards aren’t supposed to be good with their words. They are good with their fingers and tongue.”

Trilele smiled again, “I hope you are good with other things as well,” she said, rising from the fire and approaching her tent.

Marlak was quick to follow, “I will do my best, and you can tell me afterwards if you thought I was up to the task.”

As they stepped into the tent, Trilele turned and was stunned to see Marlak already naked, his shirt thrown to the side, and his breeches crumpled at his ankles. “What? How did you get undressed so fast?” she asked.

Marlak stepped closer, “Good with my fingers,” he said, “remember?” with that, he flicked at one of the buckles holding her jerkin in place, and she felt it release quickly.

She looked down in surprise; sometimes, she would struggle with these buckles, especially after a long day of riding. “Well, show me more,” she teased.

Marlak took to the offer with eagerness. His hands quickly roamed her body, loosening every buckle and tie. The last to go were the ones on her shoulders, and soon her jerkin fell to the ground. “I have to say, that is quite a turn-on,” she said, stepping into him and kissing him. Inside the tent, they were awkwardly crouched, but soon she pushed him to the ground and shed the last of her clothes.

As she pulled her undershirt from her body Marlak smiled, “Well, I have to say, I did not expect you to be quiet so buxom under that vest,” he said.

She sat astride him feeling his hardening cock under her. “Well, it is a little uncomfortable with how tight the jerkin must be.”

Marlak’s hands held her thighs as he leant upwards, “Well, I should kiss them better,” he said softly, leaning up into her bosom. Slowly he kissed her breasts, sucking on her nipples as she moaned in pleasure and ground herself against him.

She could feel him hardening under her and relished the sensation. His fingers slid between her legs as he continued to use his mouth on her breasts. It was awkward for this, but Marlak made it work, his deft fingers starting to please her.

Trilele moaned at his touch, grinding more forcefully against his hand. He indeed knew how to use his fingers and quickly brought her to a point she felt she could cum. Then he stopped there, holding her so precariously close to orgasm but never quite letting her cross the line. She groaned in enjoyment and frustration for several moments before she chose to repay the favour.

She reached down to stroke his cock. She hadn’t felt it for a while since his hand was at her cunt and gasped at its size. “By the gods, do you have giant blood in you?” she asked. His cock rose above his belly button and was round enough that her hand could not encapsulate it.

He laughed, “No,” he said in the soft voice of arousal, “but you can have a giant something in you.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the crass line. “Honestly, I don’t know if I can,” she said, “you are huge.”

He shrugged, “Take your time, and you lead. That way, you can get comfortable.”

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