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The frigid wind whisked through the ramshackle inn, biting against the two huddled travellers as they scraped together any warmth they could. Candles were lit, and all the blankets were pulled out and used to wrap each other like presents. They sat against one another. The points of contact burned with a molten heat known only to them. Dorothy patted her woollen gambeson. She didn’t expect any attack but the armour was quite warm. Allen, on the other hand, did not have such a thing and so pressed himself into her side beneath the furs and covers. Both their cheeks were flushed a deep red, whether it was from the cold or the contact was a mystery.

To distract himself, Allen sketched the room’s interior. Many sharp and straight lines melded together into the wood grain of the walls and floor, black blobs made the burnt ash of the dead fireplace. The kitchen, the bed, it was all there in painstaking detail. It was almost comedic, the man dedicated to art and trade while the woman worked in blood and sweat.

They hadn’t known each other long. Only meeting through Allen’s need for a bodyguard during his long exodus to northern Byldvar for their renowned markets. It was a strictly professional relationship. That’s what they’d tell themselves at least. It turns out, when you spend weeks accompanying someone, speaking to them, defending them from all manner of threats and learning about them, some sort of bond forms. They could deny it all they wanted but that blazing contact remained, buzzing in the backs of their minds. Allen finally broke the silence.
“Say, why did you become a mercenary anyways? It’s not… well, y’know,”
“Well, I needed the money and I was cut out for this line of work so it only made sense,”
“You needed money? What for?”
“Oh, the usual, living expenses and whatnot. Got a mother back home who’s getting on in years, I’ve gotta support her somehow,”
“Most people would stay by her side and support her physically,”
“I’ve got a little sister taking care of that, I hear she’s grown into quite the beaut… Too bad I didn’t,”
“Don’t feel so bad about it,”
“I’m not. I’m happy for her, my sister, the apple of every man’s eye in that stuffy village of craftspeople. What a thought?”
“I- I would say that, while yes maybe not so conventional, you could’ve certainly ended up the apple of some man’s eye back there. Silvdunn I believe you said?”
“You sure know how to use that mouth of yours, don’t you?”
“What can I say? It’s how I do business,”
“Exactly, these girls are how I do my business. They’re not for pleasure. I mean, who’d even want to use ‘em for that anyway?” Dorothy said as she patted her titanic biceps.
“Well-”
“What? Are you confessing a fetish to me or something, pretty boy?”
“…”
“Wha- don’t just not say anything! Are you or aren’t you?”
“Listen, Dorothy, you’ve saved my life multiple times, you’ve opened up to me. After all we’ve been through, you can’t blame me for seeing you a little differently. All of you, muscles included,” She punched his arm. It was a light punch but it still left him aching.
“You can’t just say that to a woman you sly little fox!”
“Ah! I didn’t mean to… uh, y’know,” Dorothy leaned over him, her warmth bleeding into his. Intermingling into a comfortable haze. Moulding into each other. She whispered in his ear;
“You mean to take back such a blatant confession now?” Allen was left speechless, all he could do was think about her steamy breath brushing against her ear. Her thigh on his. Her arm hooked around his body. Her scent. Her touch. Her warmth.
“You said you liked my muscles, wanna see them?” Her voice took on a new, sultry intonation that it had never carried before.
A gulp was all he could offer in response.

She shoved him into the stiff cot. Getting up on his legs, she began undoing the belts that held her gambeson closed. It fell away to a red shirt that hugged her herculean figure. Bulging muscles and a surprisingly sizeable chest. You usually couldn’t tell through all her armour and the fact she binds her chest for greater maneuverability but her body was filled out beautifully underneath. And with more than just muscle too.

Dorothy practically tore off her shirt. Underneath was a gleaming bronzed skin marred with pale scars here and there across her rock-hard abs. A tiny golden trinket in the shape of a wolf head hung from her belly. Dorothy’s lingerie was, unsurprisingly, understated and sporty. They looked comfy at least. Allen grunted as she pressed her body into his smaller frame. He sunk into the sheets between her wall of flesh. He groped at it as he was pushed down, brushing against trained muscles and tender scars.
“Hmmuhmpff”

That gentle moan-like a cat content after being petted-caught Allen off-guard. First Dorothy surprised him with how sultry she is, now this? He quickly realised that he knew far less of her than he wondered. She grasped him fiercely, preventing him from getting away. They simply remained like that for a long while. Growing more and more intoxicated on each other’s bodies with each passing second. Basking in each other’s scents. Allen could smell sweat, freshly cut wood, and weapon oil and… was that flowers? Daisies specifically. Dorothy, on the other hand, smelled shampoo and spices tinged with the scent of wet dirt and the breeze. Tinged with the smell of gentle nature.

The clock on the wall ticked and ticked and tocked and tocked as it counted down the hours.
“You mentioned a brother back in Shalesden, what happened to him?” Allen said.
“I guess I haven’t told you the full story?”
“I never expected you to, we were employer and employee but… well, considering the position we’re in I’d guess that relationship has a few more layers now,”
“I guess it does” She chuckled “do you, um, want me to… get off?”
“And why would you do that?”
“Well, I’m technically working for you and… I mean, you look good, you’re nice and caring and funny and a bit of a flirt as well. There’s no way you don’t have someone waiting on you back home,”
“I think you’ve just made a confession yourself,”
“You- I- don’t use my own words against me!” She punched his arm again, lightly again and again it hurt. “But… You do have someone, don’t you? This’d never work out,”
“According to you, I have all those good traits but yet, I still have never been in a relationship,”
“Wha-? How? Your parents wanna get some rich wife from an important family for you or something?”
“Oh they want to, I never cared though. I might be a bit of a flirt sometimes but… if I’m going to be intimate with someone then I want to go all the way with them, settle down and everything. I’m a merchant and that means I need to know when to back down, I’m not backing down on this,” Dorothy lept out of the bed, tugging the sheets over her exposed frame. Her face was bright red.
“If-if that’s the case then I better get going shouldn’t I?” As she went to leave, she felt a hand gripping her wrist fiercely. With more strength than she’d ever expected of Allen.
“Please… don’t go,”
“But-”
“I knew what I was getting myself into with this, merchants also need to know how to choose their words despite their feelings. I meant it all, I’ve made my choice, will you… be with me?” She turned back to him. There was hesitation, but slowly she dropped the sheets back onto the bed. She clambered back in and Allen could see the goosebumps along her body. For both their sakes, let’s just attribute those to the cold, shall we?

Slowly-gently-she eased him back into the cot, the fluff of it already chilly against his back. He barely noticed. His hands groped along her tough body. He’d at all times imagined it would be graceful, two lovers folding into each other naturally. That was far from the case. Dorothy slowly-sensually-removed her lingerie. Her nipples and dripping snatch were a gorgeous pale pink. Allen gently traced her scars, caressing her as if to say her flaws made her gorgeous. In his mind, they did. Goddamn lover boy.

He reached up and cupped her face in his hands. He stroked the contours of her face and her burning cheeks. They leant into each other, Allen’s hands continuing to explore her face until they finally parted her supple lips. Closing their eyes, they kissed. For all that they would’ve deemed it unsuitable days ago, it felt the most natural and wondrous thing in the world to the them now. It started tender, quick pecks broken by long embraces of the lips. Finally, Allen’s tongue would break through into her mouth and start playing across her teeth. Then their tongues met, and together they twirled and danced as if in a ball-room. As the kiss broke, Dorothy moved down. Sucking on his tongue, pulling on his bottom lip, leaving molten kisses and hickeys down his body. She trailed along the ridge of his jaw, then his neck and across his collarbone. She not-so-gently peeled his shirt from him as the kisses continued down his chest and stomach. Her tongue lapped playfully, hungrily at him as she went sending waves of pleasure crashing through Allen’s body. Muffled groans and moans escaped the both of them as Dorothy forged on until she finally came to rest above his pelvis and paused.

Gingerly, she tugged on his pants, “If I’m gonna be naked then you have to as well, y’know?” With a single pull she removed his pants and then moved to his underwear. She hesitated for a long time with her fingers hooked under the elastic. She waited so long, in fact, that Allen got tired and threw them off himself. Now she sat, staring dumbfounded at his veritable siege-weapon of a member. Her jaw hanging slightly ajar.
“You expect me to mount that thing?”
“I mean, that is how it’s supposed to go with such things isn’t it? Then again, I’ve never did it,” He chuckled out of awkward nervousness. Now it was Dorothy’s turn to admire the beauty of him. The wonder of every little noise he made. Goddamn lover girl.

She chuckled back in response, “So that makes two of us? Well, it’s probably fine… We’re both a little different so why don’t we do things our own little different way, hmm?” and with that, she lowered herself down to examine his member. Her mouth watered at the sight and, with less hesitation than she would have expected of herself, she tentatively extended her tongue to it. After seeing Allen’s face blaze burning red from the contact, she resolved to keep going as she traced her way up and down his shaft. Her tongue played across his tip as it quivered and twitched lightly glistening from saliva. On and on they awkwardly continued, revelling in each other’s reactions though they lacked true understanding of how they had produced such reactions in the first place.
Eventually–maybe having built up some confidence or perhaps simply letting arousal take over–Dorothy slipped the tip into her mouth, enveloping it into a wondrous pocket of warmth in the cold. Further she went, spit coating the whole path down as she gagged and felt her through subconsciously massaging his member. His grunts only served as sign of her good work. Even still, she couldn’t reach the bottom and instead gagged hard.
“That wasn’t half bad was it?”
“Wonderful, I’m not done though,”
“Neither am I… Let’s fix that shall we?”

The talk ceased, they simply continued. Slow at first, they soon fell into savage mating as if a fire raged in each of their bodies, furiously trying to consume the other. With hands deep in Dorothy’s rich black hair like a tustle of night, he shoved her further and further down his shaft as sickening sweet sounds filled the room. Gags and Swallows ping-ponged off the wooden walls as Dorothy came up for another breath. It came out ragged and desperate. Immediately, she had dived back down. Again and again this continued with each consecutive attempt being all the more desperate and getting all the further.

Finally, after what seemed a desperate battle, her nose met his pelvis as his cock burst past the dam of her throat and slid wonderfully through. It’s twitching sent echoes of pleasure like sparks throughout her insides until the coalesced between her legs which had become a veritable furnace in its own right. Allen’s groan of pleasure roared in Dorothy’s ears as he released deep into her, washing the heat in her throat down like a hose to fire. She came up sputtering and trailing thin strands of molten white from her mouth as she peered up into the loving approval of Allen’s eyes.
“That, hah, was amazing,” They said in unison before both laughing together in response. Dorothy toppled into the sheets beside Allen and tugged the sheets over top of them both with one hand while the other slammed their chests together beneath. They could both tell from each others hungry eyes that this wasn’t over. They could both tell that they loved this fact.

Clambering onto her, Allen positioned himself with his member now hot like iron out the forge brushing against Dorothy’s tender folds. The contact shot electricity under her skin as her brain bubbled with never-before-felt pleasure. Every single nerve she had and even those which she didn’t realise she did erupted into furious desire. The cold was forgotten, their professional relationship’s boundaries long since shattered and discarded in the snow. Dorothy felt filled in a way food never could as she was warmed from the inside out. The thrusts came wild and unbidden as they hazed over in pink and pleasure, their desire for each other overriding any desire for propriety. Despite it all Allen still somehow found methods to be tender as his hands caressed up and down her form, fingering the dips and curves of her muscles as his hands rose to meet her breasts. He cupped her pink nipples which stood erect like soldiers under the gaze of their superiors. First he ran his fingers along them, only making ever-so-slight contact like a playful ghost or breeze. Then, he pinched tight as Dorothy moaned her delight. One of his hands wandered up, tracing the curve of her collarbone and back behind her ear before the fingers came to rest barely parting Dorothy’s lips which she bit seductively. The extreme opposites ravaging her body all at once–hot and cold, tender and rough, awkward and natural–lit her brain alight like the moon did the night sky. Twitches from Allen’s member sent racing sensations like runners cheering their victory all throughout her nerves and straight to her brain. She gasped and moaned wildly until being silenced by Allen’s finger slipping in. It was embraced by her tongue like a tender lover on their wedding night. They entangled and lapped over each other and played and frolicked whilst her lower half was being barraged like a palace wall faced by a battering ram. The twitching increased between Dorothy’s tender folds and a single though penetrated the raging beast of pleasure that was her brain. The release was coming. On and on it went as electricity seemed to arc between them, every point of contact blazing too bright for the eyes in their clouded minds. Finally, with the roar of a wild animal, Allen released directly into her.

Dorothy’s mind blanked and her eyes rolled back as the mind shattering sensation overtook her. She felt as if she were soaring above the cliffs and clouds on singing winds of ecstasy. She felt as if she had been forcibly plunged into the deepes depths that choked her and seeped pure, unbridled pleasure into every pore of her body. She felt as if she were a lightning strike with all the sudden brilliance, burning heat and unending energy to blaze down forests and shatter mountains. Her body twitched and whirled wildly as she lost control of her limbs before falling back down with a soft ‘whump’ into the mattress. Her primal howl slowly died in her throat as her eyes cracked open like an animal coming out of hibernation.

Following the great noise of their unity, the silence that followed seemed to stretch on for eons, only broken by haggard breathing from the both of them.
“A-are you okay?” Allen inquired after witnessing the thrashing brought on by Dorothy’s orgasm.
“Okay? Hah, okay? I’m far more than okay! That was wonderful! The best thing I’ve ever experienced I- I can’t even put it into words!” He plopped down beside her, gazing into her eyes lovingly. Slowly, she tugged the blankets which had toppled off during their fury back onto the both of them as she returned his gaze.
“You said we were a tad different, didn’t you? I can’t put it into words either but, hah, I don’t think we need to… Why don’t we just let our bodies talk like before?” And with soundless agreement, they wrapped themselves tightly both with the sheets and with eachother. With a final peck on the cheek, they folded into one another as if they were at all times meant to be together. And together they would remain as they slowly drifted off into placid sleep.

This has been my first ever crack at something like this and I think also my first short story I’ve fully completed of my own volition. Thus, comments and critiques are appreciated. Hope you enjoyed!

NSFW: yes

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