"The Countess" Parts 1 and 2
#1 of The Countess
A story I did while listening to classical music, sort of rushed. Done for a request.
--Part 1--
In the midst of a quiet forest, along a beaten trail, a small campfire burned. Around the fire, a troupe of four brave wolves sat. The wolves had been traveling together for several years and were known from there to Nottingham as the bravest mercenaries alive.
Dame Sharess and Sir Darek, the leaders of the troupe sat upon a tree stump across the blaze from Sir Amiel and Sir Mikael. The four adventurers were sharing and reveling over mugs of mead and ale. Their latest song rang throught the woods and echoed over the hills. They sang of the conquest over the serpent highwaymen, and of the duel against the badger warlord; Dalk.
Sir Darek slid along the edge of the makeshift bench until he was pressed tight against Sharess. He could feel the radiant warmth of her tense body. He extended an arm around her shoulder and pressed his muzzle against her neck. Sharess gently placed her paw upon Darek's thigh. She began sliding her hand and-
Sharess' eyes darted and she faced her companions across the fire. The two of them had been watching in uncomfortable silence. Sharess then firmly shoved Darek back off of the stump onto the moist forest floor. Darek looked up at Sharess then over at his friends. The most he could muster was a smile and light chuckle to break the quiet.
Sir Amiel stood and said, "We should prepare the tents. Could you help us Darek, or are you two busy flirting with each other?" Sir Mikael held a paw over his mouth and dipped his head to hide his growing smile.
Darek immediately rose. He lifted a fist and met eye to eye with Amiel. "Knock it off both of you. What do you think your going to accomplish fighting?" Sharess calmly chimed in. Darek realized what he was doing and swiftly walked over to the tent site. Reluctantly, the three men of the group pitched four tents while Sharess sharpened her sword.
--Part 2--
In the midst of the night, Darek rose from his bedding and left his tent. He stealthily tread over the fallen branches and leaves to Sharess' tent. He peeled the hide door of the tent to the side. He peered into the darkness within. After adjusting to the new lack of moonlight, he could see Sharess' from sprawled over her wool matting She was completely bare, and he couldn't with all of his might look away.
Her breasts were shapely and ample, and she was of perfect figure. He could see her beautiful cunt as he slowly pulled himself into the tent and he lay next to her.
Her eyes opened drearily, "Darek? Is-is that you Darek?" She muttered. Sharess rolled and faced him, looking deep into his eyes. The two were lying mere inches apart their bodies warm and exposed. He said not a word as he placed a paw on her waist and worked it steadily toward her cunt. She could see the desire in his expression, and he could see the pleading in hers. Gently he massaged her cunt. He felt her body burning and aching with lust.
In a fluid motion she placed herself atop his torso. She sat over him and smiled mischievously at him. She glided down his body, from his torso down, down to his cock. She could feel Darek's very essence. His pulse was intense and rhythmic. He gripped her breasts firmly, though carefully. She lifted herself and freed his erect member to the air. She lowered herself onto his cock and worked it inside of her. Her eyes lit and she moaned lightly.
He began thrusting forcefully into her body. She pleaded to him, she moaned and she squealed. He felt her quivering. His body was tensing and he felt weak. He soon came, releasing into her desperate body. She let out a strangled scream and her body gave. She slid off of his now pulsing and limp cock. She lay atop his body, her face pressed tightly against his chest.
He reached to the edge of the tent and pulled a blanket over the two of them. He looked down at her, now exhausted and weak. As he slipped into a dream, he let a smile dance across his face.