The fog on the mountain gave a feeling of being some where lost in time. Birds were calling their songs. Calling the day to a end.
He was walking through the forest path where the branches made a covered arch. It let little light through even when the sun was high in the sky.
The walk had been long and the path littered with sticks stones and roots.
He was wearing the clothing of his people. A long flowing cape over a kilt kept him warm. The long broad sword kept him safe from danger that came his way.
He was a man on a mission to reclaim what had been taken from him. A fortnight before bandits had came to his home, while he was away. His home plundered, livestock killed or driven away. His wife had not the strength to resit. She too was stolen.
The darkness was closing in but he did not slow his pace. The walk was long but he could feel that his prize was near. Moving quietly being one with the shadows. He was prowling much as a cat on a hunt in the darkness.
At first he was not sure what he was seeing. The faint glow from a camp fire was coming into view.
The encampment opened into view. There were three men laying near the fire. The meal was finished. They were passing a jug of spirits around.
He crouched in the shadows watching. Looking closer he saw her. His wife was bound hand and foot back away from the warmth of the fire.
Waiting to let the spirits of the jug do it's work. The men slowly got quiet until they were all asleep.
Moving in to where his wife lay. She looked up at him. The relief that he was there was in her eyes. Holding a finger to his lips to ask her to be quiet.
Pulling a small knife from his belt. He cut her bonds setting her free. Lifting her to her feet. That was when one of the men awoke, yelling. He rousted the others to their feet.
He stepped back pulling his cape loose. Tossing it aside, pulling free the broad sword. It had belonged to his father before him.
The faint light from the fire glinted from the polished blade. It had the effect of being lightening extending from his hands.
He was skilled with the sword. It was a part of him. It seemed that he only had a thought and the tool responded.
The first bandit rushed toward him, reaching for him with a knife. Using the sword to push the knife away and perse his heart all in one motion.
The second approached swinging a ax around his head. Thinking he had a opening. Bringing the ax down with a mighty blow. The did not find its mark. His cat like movement to the side kept him safe while returning a upward blow to separate the head from shoulders.
The third bandit saw what had taken place in the time of a few seconds. He turned and ran away into the night.
Putting away his sword he turned his attention to his wife.
Looking closely he could see that her face was bruised and swollen. Both eyes were red from crying. She had been beaten by the men and treated as a pack animal.
She was a strong woman with long blond hair coming almost to her waist.The blouse she wore had been torn from the encounter with the men.
Taking her by the hand and leading back down the path he had been following. They traveled a distance when a path leading off to the side came into view. Following it they came to a small cottage. It was empty but was inviting after the long day.
Opening the door the inside was bare and only furnished with a table fireplace and a rope bed. The bed was made with a single long rope woven to form a net to hold the bedding for sleeping.
Moving to the fire place to light a fire for both light and warmth. The inside of the house came alive. The fire brought a comforting feeling to the place.
Bringing in a bucket of water from the well outside. He sat it on a hook and let it swing over the fire to warm.
Standing his wife before the fire. He loosened her blouse setting free her breast. They were dirty from the days of no bathing and were bruised from the treatment she had received from the men. Opening her kilt revealed a beautifully shaped hips with a small triangle of blond hair that protected and framed her womanhood.
The way he treated her was that of a lover restoring the woman to her rightful place of queen of the house.
Warming the water he washed her from head to toe. Everything he cleaned with respect and reverence. He washed her hair removing the dirt and tangles from it. He washed the dirt from her making her whole again to the woman she had been before being taken and assaulted by those evil men.
That was when it was her turn to cleanse her husband. Removing his blouse and kilt to clean him of all the sweat and grime making him look so much older that he was. She could see the sweat and grime washing away to reveal the man she had come to respect and admire. Moving lower to wash all of him. She Took his penis and scrubbed it clean inside and out. He was a whole man, not circumcised.
He held her close breathing in her hair making her scent a part of him. Raising her face to meet his. She kissed him reaching around his neck to pull closer. Opening her mouth to accept his tongue allowed her to come closer to him. He reached around her waist to hold her butt with his and pulled closer with his left.
The both were seeking to embrace each other. Lifting her up in his hands he sat her on the table. Kissing her lips and moving to her breast each in turn. Pulling each in and releasing each rising in color and blushing with attention. Laying her back on the table he gave his attention to what he had been saving til last.
Using his middle finger to reach inside to locate that little bud that is the center of a woman. He used his tongue to taste and awaken the woman that had been sleeping inside for so long.
She arched her back lifting her vagina to meet the advances he was giving. The center of a woman is alive with smell, taste and excitement. Using a come hither movement to lift her and reaching inside with his tongue. She was lifting up from the table. Seeming to float on the passion he was stirring up inside her.
She was riding on a wave of emotion. Staying on the crest like a boat riding the wave into the beach. He lifted up holding her in his arms placing her onto the bed. Her state of being was that of almost falling off a cliff.
Laying her gently on the bed, he brought his penis to meet her wet vagina. The two were reaching for each other. She with anticipation. Wet and open, Him with hard anticipation reaching out to her. Standing with the sheath partly back exposing the tip. Moist with anticipation.
The entry was smooth and effortless. With one stroke he entered the home that she had prepared for him. The tip entered and the sheath opened the way. Letting the union to be complete.
Moving as in a slow dance he moved into her, she moved with him as he moved away. Holding and enjoying the touch, each giving to the other.
Rolling over to pull her on top, she moved up on his body taking him in deeper and offering her breast to him. He took each in turn. Tasting with his tongue pulling each into a red blush. The nipple reaching out to him. Each seeking the attention that can only come from a love.
Holding onto her hips thrusting. She riding each movement like a bucking horse. The feelings of being close to another person was intoxicating. She used the muscles of her loins to grip and pull him in with each movement.
As they both were rising to the crest of the wave of passion. He reached around her waist, lifting her up off the bed. Rolling her onto her back he drove deep. Letting the souls of the two merge as one. They both could sense the emotion of the other.
Both were entwined as one. He pulling her as close as possible, she eager to accept all that he had to give. Holding close the waves of romance enveloped both as they held each other close. Each feeling the beating heart of the other.
They came to rest,each content in the knowledge that for the moment they were safe in the arms of each other. Although trouble may be close by. No harm would come their way this day.
Joe
He was walking through the forest path where the branches made a covered arch. It let little light through even when the sun was high in the sky.
The walk had been long and the path littered with sticks stones and roots.
He was wearing the clothing of his people. A long flowing cape over a kilt kept him warm. The long broad sword kept him safe from danger that came his way.
He was a man on a mission to reclaim what had been taken from him. A fortnight before bandits had came to his home, while he was away. His home plundered, livestock killed or driven away. His wife had not the strength to resit. She too was stolen.
The darkness was closing in but he did not slow his pace. The walk was long but he could feel that his prize was near. Moving quietly being one with the shadows. He was prowling much as a cat on a hunt in the darkness.
At first he was not sure what he was seeing. The faint glow from a camp fire was coming into view.
The encampment opened into view. There were three men laying near the fire. The meal was finished. They were passing a jug of spirits around.
He crouched in the shadows watching. Looking closer he saw her. His wife was bound hand and foot back away from the warmth of the fire.
Waiting to let the spirits of the jug do it's work. The men slowly got quiet until they were all asleep.
Moving in to where his wife lay. She looked up at him. The relief that he was there was in her eyes. Holding a finger to his lips to ask her to be quiet.
Pulling a small knife from his belt. He cut her bonds setting her free. Lifting her to her feet. That was when one of the men awoke, yelling. He rousted the others to their feet.
He stepped back pulling his cape loose. Tossing it aside, pulling free the broad sword. It had belonged to his father before him.
The faint light from the fire glinted from the polished blade. It had the effect of being lightening extending from his hands.
He was skilled with the sword. It was a part of him. It seemed that he only had a thought and the tool responded.
The first bandit rushed toward him, reaching for him with a knife. Using the sword to push the knife away and perse his heart all in one motion.
The second approached swinging a ax around his head. Thinking he had a opening. Bringing the ax down with a mighty blow. The did not find its mark. His cat like movement to the side kept him safe while returning a upward blow to separate the head from shoulders.
The third bandit saw what had taken place in the time of a few seconds. He turned and ran away into the night.
Putting away his sword he turned his attention to his wife.
Looking closely he could see that her face was bruised and swollen. Both eyes were red from crying. She had been beaten by the men and treated as a pack animal.
She was a strong woman with long blond hair coming almost to her waist.The blouse she wore had been torn from the encounter with the men.
Taking her by the hand and leading back down the path he had been following. They traveled a distance when a path leading off to the side came into view. Following it they came to a small cottage. It was empty but was inviting after the long day.
Opening the door the inside was bare and only furnished with a table fireplace and a rope bed. The bed was made with a single long rope woven to form a net to hold the bedding for sleeping.
Moving to the fire place to light a fire for both light and warmth. The inside of the house came alive. The fire brought a comforting feeling to the place.
Bringing in a bucket of water from the well outside. He sat it on a hook and let it swing over the fire to warm.
Standing his wife before the fire. He loosened her blouse setting free her breast. They were dirty from the days of no bathing and were bruised from the treatment she had received from the men. Opening her kilt revealed a beautifully shaped hips with a small triangle of blond hair that protected and framed her womanhood.
The way he treated her was that of a lover restoring the woman to her rightful place of queen of the house.
Warming the water he washed her from head to toe. Everything he cleaned with respect and reverence. He washed her hair removing the dirt and tangles from it. He washed the dirt from her making her whole again to the woman she had been before being taken and assaulted by those evil men.
That was when it was her turn to cleanse her husband. Removing his blouse and kilt to clean him of all the sweat and grime making him look so much older that he was. She could see the sweat and grime washing away to reveal the man she had come to respect and admire. Moving lower to wash all of him. She Took his penis and scrubbed it clean inside and out. He was a whole man, not circumcised.
He held her close breathing in her hair making her scent a part of him. Raising her face to meet his. She kissed him reaching around his neck to pull closer. Opening her mouth to accept his tongue allowed her to come closer to him. He reached around her waist to hold her butt with his and pulled closer with his left.
The both were seeking to embrace each other. Lifting her up in his hands he sat her on the table. Kissing her lips and moving to her breast each in turn. Pulling each in and releasing each rising in color and blushing with attention. Laying her back on the table he gave his attention to what he had been saving til last.
Using his middle finger to reach inside to locate that little bud that is the center of a woman. He used his tongue to taste and awaken the woman that had been sleeping inside for so long.
She arched her back lifting her vagina to meet the advances he was giving. The center of a woman is alive with smell, taste and excitement. Using a come hither movement to lift her and reaching inside with his tongue. She was lifting up from the table. Seeming to float on the passion he was stirring up inside her.
She was riding on a wave of emotion. Staying on the crest like a boat riding the wave into the beach. He lifted up holding her in his arms placing her onto the bed. Her state of being was that of almost falling off a cliff.
Laying her gently on the bed, he brought his penis to meet her wet vagina. The two were reaching for each other. She with anticipation. Wet and open, Him with hard anticipation reaching out to her. Standing with the sheath partly back exposing the tip. Moist with anticipation.
The entry was smooth and effortless. With one stroke he entered the home that she had prepared for him. The tip entered and the sheath opened the way. Letting the union to be complete.
Moving as in a slow dance he moved into her, she moved with him as he moved away. Holding and enjoying the touch, each giving to the other.
Rolling over to pull her on top, she moved up on his body taking him in deeper and offering her breast to him. He took each in turn. Tasting with his tongue pulling each into a red blush. The nipple reaching out to him. Each seeking the attention that can only come from a love.
Holding onto her hips thrusting. She riding each movement like a bucking horse. The feelings of being close to another person was intoxicating. She used the muscles of her loins to grip and pull him in with each movement.
As they both were rising to the crest of the wave of passion. He reached around her waist, lifting her up off the bed. Rolling her onto her back he drove deep. Letting the souls of the two merge as one. They both could sense the emotion of the other.
Both were entwined as one. He pulling her as close as possible, she eager to accept all that he had to give. Holding close the waves of romance enveloped both as they held each other close. Each feeling the beating heart of the other.
They came to rest,each content in the knowledge that for the moment they were safe in the arms of each other. Although trouble may be close by. No harm would come their way this day.
Joe
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