Qiao and Malham

Qiao held his hand out towards Malham, and he approached, dropping his jerkin against one of the nearby rocks. “I have to ask, Lathander is known as the God of renewal and birth.”

Qiao laughed at his suggestion, “My Goddess protects me,” she said, pulling the padded doublet she wore under her armour over her head.

Malham paused and looked at her in the light filtering through the trees from the moon. Her skin was a dark golden yellow, and along her ribs, and just under her firm right breast, was a long scar. She was obviously well-muscled, with clear definition in her arms and shoulders. “Wow,” he said softly.

She turned to face him, “Don’t tell me this is your first time?” she asked. “To be so amazed at a woman’s body?”

Malham pulled his shirt off, “Oh no, I just think you look exceptional,” he complimented her. Malham himself was also fit, though not as lithe as she. Qiao looked him over as he pulled the belt from his waist and dropped his pants. He had seen much combat; light scars crossed his body, one deep, red and jagged.

Her eyes dropped to his crotch, and she smiled, he wasn’t hard yet, but even if he didn’t thicken with arousal, he would be fun. She loosened her belt as she stepped up to him and pressed her breasts into his chest, kissing his lips gently. She knelt slowly, kissing a path down and found him gasp as her fingers graced the red scar. “Still painful?” she asked.

He shook his head, “Just sensitive, a tingling jolt when it’s touched softly.”

“Let me make it up to you,” she said as she sucked his partially hard cock into her mouth. She looked up at him as he moaned.

“God, your eyes,” he said. Qiao almost smiled. She received that compliment a lot. Having come from nearly the other side of the continent, her heritage showed in her features, and her eyes, almost as golden as a wolf’s, was the thing people most noticed.

She gently pleased him, slowly sucking on him as he gently thrust into her mouth. After several more minutes, he said. “I want to taste you now.”

She pulled back and smiled up at him as she lay back against the soft grass and kicked off her breaches, “Well, I could say no, but I want to feel your mouth against me.”

He lay down on top of her, kissing her lips as he rubbed his shaft against her wet lips. Both were moaning quietly as they pleased each other. Then slowly, he kissed down her body, his lips and tongue lingering over her breasts before he continued downwards.

She moved her legs apart as he kissed her light covering of hair, eager to feel his tongue against her, and he happily complied. In a long slow motion, he licked from her entrance up to her clit, before repeating the movement. Again and again, he licked her slowly, the soft please intensifying with each lick, peeking as his tongue ground against her clit.

After several more minutes, she grabbed his head, panting, “Please, I want to feel you inside me.”

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