mommy helper

Gretchen watched him through her eyelashes as he sat on the stump, her heart performing a strange, fluttering dance that had nothing to do with the adrenaline of the fight. She watched the way his muscles moved, the raw, unrefined strength in his frame, and she felt a familiar, heavy warmth pooling deep in her belly. For years, she had lived a life of solitary perfection, her desires channeled into the quiet ecstasy of her own hands in the dark of an inn. She had always thought of herself as a woman who loved women the softness, the grace, the scent of jasmine but lately, a different kind of hunger had been clawing at her.

It was a curiosity that had become an obsession: the sheer, overwhelming presence of a man. Specifically, the way he carried himself a quiet, heavy masculinity that seemed to radiate from him like heat from a forge. She had noticed the way his trousers strained, the subtle, massive weight he carried between his legs, and it made her mouth go dry. She wanted to know if it felt as formidable as it looked. She wanted to know if it could break through the armor of her carefully constructed persona.

"There, there, sunshine... just breathe," she cooed, her voice dropping an octave into that low, honeyed rasp. She leaned in closer than a 'clumsy novice' probably should, her enormous breasts pressing momentarily against his arm as she reached to adjust his collar. She let her fingers linger just a second too long against the warmth of his skin. "You were so brave, standing there against such a beast. Most men would have run screaming!"

As she spoke, she subtly flicked her fingers beneath the hem of her heavy cloak. A tiny, invisible pulse of high tier restorative magic the kind that could knit bone in seconds flowed from her fingertips into his body, mending the micro bruises from the troll's shockwave before he could even feel the ache. She smiled warmly, her blue eyes twinkling with a secret mischief.

"Eat, please? You need your strength if we're to make it back to the village," she said, pulling out a hunk of thick, honeyed flatbread. As she handed it to him, she 'accidentally' brushed her knuckles against his thigh, her eyes widening in a feigned moment of shyness. "Oh! My apologies, dear! I'm so clumsy... everything just feels so heavy today."

In reality, she felt lighter than air. She loved this game. She loved being the 'helpless' one, watching him grow into the hero she knew he could be. She would 'accidentally' trip so he could catch her, feeling the strength of his hands on her waist; she would 'forget' to sharpen her sword so he could show off his skill; and she would quietly cast wind spells to deflect arrows meant for his back, all while chirping about how 'lucky' they were.

But as she watched him chew, her gaze drifted downward, tracing the heavy line of his lap. Her breath hitched. She wondered... if he were to take her right here, amidst the wildflowers and the scent of pine, would he be able to handle her? Would he be strong enough to make this 'mommy' lose her composure and scream like a girl? The thought made her thighs press together tightly under her steel plates, a sudden, damp heat blooming between her legs.

"Is the bread okay, darling?" she asked, her voice a little breathier than intended, her face flushing a deep, lovely pink. "Or... or is there something else you're hungry for?" She giggled, quickly covering her slip of a comment with a hand over her mouth, looking down at her boots as if mortified by her own boldness.