Her purr growing stronger as he pulls her tight to him. "Ordu-Aganhei." A considering pause, "Is there anything that you want to do in the city?" Her voice happy, far from sleepy.
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<Pair of threes,> she says, and settles back for her turn to do some watching.
"Anwyl... It's... maybe it's silly, but... I love you. I love you so much, that... if I change my last name, and take yours, it feels like, not only will everyone know, that we're together, that we love each other and have made vows to each other, that we share our name, that we're a family, but... also, it's a promise... from me to you, and from you to me." She bites her lower lip, a little nervous, maybe she loves you too much, maybe she'll frighten you away, but she knows you love her, you asked her to marry you, you came to her, reached out to her... everything that's happened between you, is because you had the courage to show her your love for her. "It's a promise, that I'll always be a part of you, that you'll always be a part of me. That I am yours and you are mine. And I know... that's what our vows are for and what wearing rings will symbolize... but your name... is part of you, a part of you so much more than words or rings. And I... I want to share that with you."
Perhaps you recall Lio telling you, that when she was a small child, her father used words of power and names, in his magic. And because of that, how significant names were in her mind.
Shalelu nods. "Then my name is yours to take."
Lio nods. It's clearly not her fault.
Meanwhile, her hands stroke the soft skin above the boots. She loves paying attention to your long legs, your inner thighs.
Some timeless interval later Shalelu asks, "Should we be heading back?"
Having duly covered you, Lio moves away, to get cleaned up in the small privacy area for that purpose. He does not help you up, or clean you up. And does not command you either way in regards to ceasing his command regarding the vibrator he told you to use on yourself.
From behind the curtain, you hear, "Well, soldier, let that be a lesson to you. And since you're now quite versed in the art of respect, I'm going to send an incorrigible young recruit to you. Bear in mind that this recruit can take on nearly any form you wish, so you'll need to be very specific in instruction and even more thorough in your discipline. I expect results, or I'll have to hold you personally responsible, do you understand, soldier?"
"Understood, sir," comes the reply.
"Good." You hear the gruff reply.
Then a few moments later, a shorter, pale, teenaged dark curly haired girl peeks around the corner of the curtain. She's wearing Lio's pink Tien inspired short bath robe. It comes to just at mid thigh on her. The robe is struggling to stay closed, as two large breasts, easily double D sized, attempt to break free from the robe. "Is he gone, sir?" The high pitched voice asks, eyes growing large as they see you. Beneath the slit of the robe, which is falling open, you can see she has no body hair, except what's on her head. Her skin is perfectly smooth, all the way down, exposing everything for your viewing pleasure.
Lio smiles, her happiness shines through, even in the dimm light. "Thank you, annwyl." She whispers, and hugs you tightly.
another sense motive roll, to see how she took my talking.
"Probably." Lio says. Doesn't move. Kisses the insides of your thighs again. Looks up at you, feigning innocence... "Oh, you mean now? Well, if you insist." She grins at you, deliriously happy. Still kissing your thighs. "You'll have to put on something besides the boots though." She adds.
"Do I?" she asks, luxuriating in the kisses. "Is that a challenge to my ability to enter the camp unseen, Annwyl?"
Then a few moments later, a shorter, pale, teenaged dark curly haired girl peeks around the corner of the curtain. She's wearing Lio's pink Tien inspired short bath robe. It comes to just at mid thigh on her. The robe is struggling to stay closed, as two large breasts, easily double D sized, attempt to break free from the robe. "Is he gone, sir?" The high pitched voice asks, eyes growing large as they see you. Beneath the slit of the robe, which is falling open, you can see she has no body hair, except what's on her head. Her skin is perfectly smooth, all the way down, exposing everything for your viewing pleasure.
Shalelu is clean, but still completely naked. However, she somehow doesn't look naked. Something in her stance and bearing seems to indicate that her clothing, or lack thereof, are are completely irrelevant.
"He is gone," she says crisply. "I am not. Nor am I a sir. Present yourself for inspection, recruit."
Lio smiles, her happiness shines through, even in the dimm light. "Thank you, annwyl." She whispers, and hugs you tightly.
Shalelu hugs you back.
"Why... are we doing inspections... I'm being inspected?" she stands in front of you, at a loose form of attention. The robe having opened completely now. Her large breasts are really perfect. They are heaving with each breath.
Lio's arm finds its way around your waist, and she keeps it there for the walk back. Furthermore, shes practically walking on air the entire way back to the caravan.
"That's a good idea about Reta. Did you have something specific in mind?"
After a moment, "I've been saving things for her. I have a campfire bead that we got off the insane shaman so that she can always make fire. And I just snagged one of the natural armor amulets from the yeti." Mel's voice is happy, "So she can be more of a little tank like her father."
Small quiet moment, "And I was thinking of getting her a new bow in the city... A bunch of the things we have come up against are resistance to non-magical weapons... I want her to be able to defend herself when that comes up..."
"A bow. Good idea. She'll like that."
Lio's breath catches. She swallows. The idea of you sneaking into camp naked is is a huge turn on. "I... uhm... yes?" You should definetly sneak into camp with nothing but your boots on.
"Well, I certainly cannot let such a challenge go unanswered," she says mildly, then smacks you on the backside. "Shall we?"
The girls large eyes, grow a little wider. She approaches you. Probably not fast enough. "Why... are we doing inspections... I'm being inspected?" she stands in front of you, at a loose form of attention. The robe having opened completely now. Her large breasts are really perfect. They are heaving with each breath.
"You are," Shalelu says. "Disrobe, recruit."
Lio's arm finds its way around your waist, and she keeps it there for the walk back. Furthermore, shes practically walking on air the entire way back to the caravan.
Smiling at your clear delight, her own arm finds its way around you. So linked, you make your way back.
Lio nods, very quickly pulls some clothes on. Follows you anywhere, even the ends of the earth. Never quite manages to pull her eyes away from your heavenly body. Especially when you start walking and your breasts bounce.
Lio disrobes. She currently has nearly ideal proportions. A tiny waist, round hips, and deliciously large breasts. All perfectly smooth. She looks at you with those wide eyes, and then remembers she's supposed to stand at attention, and sort of does so.
Shalelu looks you up and down, inspecting carefully. She circles around to look at you from the other side as well.
Finally, from behind you, she says, "Is this meant to be some kind of ... joke, recruit?"
Lio nods, very quickly pulls some clothes on. Follows you anywhere, even the ends of the earth. Never quite manages to pull her eyes away from your heavenly body. Especially when you start walking and your breasts bounce.
As you approach the camp, she begins sneaking from rock outcropping to rock outcropping.
"Because I was told you could assume any form, recruit, so I am wracking my brains as to exactly why you decided to make these" - reaching around from behind you, she grabs your breasts - "- approximately the size of cannonballs. Was it some ill-advised attempt at humor? Or did you somehow," her hands still grasping your breasts, she steps forward until the front of her body is pressed against the back of yours, "Think you'd pass inspection with them at that size?"
Trying to speak, "I..." a pause as she swallows "thought so. Was hoping..." aahm "hoping I could make it fire too... but I'll have to do that..." mmmm "later."
A second later, "oh, love"
"Stand still, recruit," Shalelu says. "And that is precisely my point. Recruits are expected to stand at attention, straight and tall. I question whether you can do so with these ... Overbalancing ... Nonregulation ... T+%$."
He holds his arms out to Mel, the easily recognizable invitation to sit on his lap.
The only other person in the camp who might be able to spot her is Rhost ...
... whom she walks directly behind. When he glances up as if at some noise, she is already gone, and he shrugs and goes back to whatever he was doing.
"So you think you can stand still, do you?" she asks. "Well. Let's see if you can maintain that under field conditions."
Before you even quite realize what is happening, the vibrator is being held inside of you and she is pressed against you, her pelvis tilted back, held a few mere tantalizing millimeters away from your desperate clit.
"Stand still, recruit," she says.
And judging by the way her body moves against his lap, very, very happy to be where she is.
"Keep holding very still, recruit," she says as her head moves down your body with agonizing slowness. "Keep holding very still, and I might let you pass inspection."
"Stop... talking... about that now..." he gasps, accenting his words with sharp thrusts.
The first thing she feels is the gentle caress of his left hand over the swell of her breast. Around the soft skin, tracing little patterns, but avoiding the nipple.
Then, his right hand at her knee. A single finger, drawn up her leg, closer and closer to the center of her. The progress is agonizing, and while he draws that out, his other hand continues drawing nonsense on her breast.
Right as his finger should make contact with her lips, the sensation comes from elsewhere: his left hand rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, his mouth softly kissing the nape of her neck.
Then, suddenly, a finger spreading her lips, moving within. A dip, then a caress at her button, dip and caress.
The swirl starts as he teases her, prickling sensation that starts at the points where he touches her skin. Her muscles tense as his lower hand comes close, lost in the gasped surprise as he finally takes her nipple.
The feel of him at the center of her is what almost does it, the flick starting a vibration in her body that she can't control. An animal whine as she wants, so badly, to be his.
More than enough.
More times than you can count.
When your knees are weak.
When you are sure you cannot stand up for another instant.
She pulls back, just a fraction of an inch,
and says, "You have permission to move."
Her body squeezes the invading fingers, desperately holding on to any part of him. The squirming gets worse as his thumb moves faster. The hot breath of the scream that comes with her orgasm whispers over the scar on his collarbone. Her body continuing to vibrate in his embrace long after that initial cry.