Chapter 14. Hunter's Wife (7)
Chapter 14. Hunter's Wife (7)
Dim light filtered through the window.
It was already dawn.
The cabin was steamy hot inside.
Not just because of the fireplace.
Me and Helen.
The two of us had been going at it non-stop from night until just a bit ago.
I lost track of time.
Because it felt too damn good.
Our bodies were drenched in sweat.
The bed was no exception.
Soaked in fluids and sweat, it was a total mess.
Honestly, I wanted a break.
I'd cum three times in a row.
My body was limp from exhaustion.
But Helen wasn't satisfied.
She's got stamina for days, that woman.
Plus, her night skills are top-notch.
Whenever Helen stroked and licked my dick, it got rock-hard again like I hadn't just blown my load.
Her J-cup tits played a big part too.
My body wanted rest.
But when those heavy breasts came into view, my hips started moving on their own.
Anyway, we ended up fucking a total of five times.
The aftermath knocked Helen out cold.
I wanted to sleep too.
But back-to-back orgasms left me starving, so here I was, wide awake.
Luckily, there was plenty to eat.
The cabin ceiling.
Sausages were hanging there in bunches.
Probably made to last through winter.
I untied one from the string.
Sniffed it close to my nose.
Woody aroma wafted up.
Sliced it with the knife on the table.
Popped a piece in my mouth and chewed.
Salty and savory.
Would be perfect with a beer.
I rummaged through the cabin.
In the corner, stacks of booze barrels.
One was beer.
Ladled out a cup and ate it with the sausage.
"Grrk.."
Too damn good.
After offing Bruno.
Living here all cozy with Helen didn't sound half bad.
Of course, I wouldn't.
Even though it's pretty far from Baron Kargon's territory, tails could catch up eventually.
Better to put as much distance as possible.
Plus, I gotta learn magic.
It's just a vague hunch.
But settling down with one woman means I'd never see Lieselotte again.
Wandering's the only way.
Stay here till spring.
Then bounce once the weather warms up.
The big sausage was gone in no time.
Knocked back three cups of beer too.
My body, all languid from the sex.
With my belly full and a buzz going.
My eyelids grew heavy.
I pulled Helen into my arms and crashed hard.
An itchy, ticklish feeling.
I snapped my eyes open.
Looked down.
Helen, nestled between my legs.
Eyes closed like she was savoring a gourmet meal, giving me a blowjob.
"Ugh.."
Her tongue dancing over the glans.
Pleasure piling up steadily.
"You're awake?"
Her eyelids slowly lifted.
Brown eyes looked up at me.
A smile crinkled her eyes.
Nice eye wrinkles.
I grinned back.
"Yeah. What're you doing?"
"Waking up my hubby. Breakfast is ready."
That's when I caught the smell.
Glanced at the table.
A feast loaded up.
I was starving.
But first things first.
"Keep going."
"Yes, hubby."
Helen picked up the pace.
Stroking the insides of my thighs with her hands.
Her tongue relentlessly teasing the head.
"Urk..!"
Cumming started soon after.
Didn't even tell her to.
Helen gulped down the white stuff that shot into her mouth.
Didn't skip cleanup either.
Sucked up every last drop leaking from the tip.
I knew it already.
But Helen was one hell of a wife.
My body went slack.
Languor hit hard.
But I had to eat.
Couldn't waste the spread she put so much care into.
Me and Helen, both buck naked.
We sat facing each other in our birthday suits.
"Dig in first."
"Yeah."
Felt like the man of the house.
Helen waited quietly.
Like the perfect wife.
Holding off till I started eating.
Looked over the table.
A real banquet.
Thick-sliced, grilled sausages.
Pork stew simmered to perfection.
Tossed salad with dressing.
Mushrooms stir-fried in loads of oil.
Black bread on top.
Heard if a guy performs well at night, breakfast gets upgraded.
This was exactly that.
"You didn't overdo it?"
"No. Gotta eat hearty if you wanna perform properly today too."
I swallowed hard without thinking.
Probably right after eating.
Till dawn tomorrow.
Gonna get milked non-stop.
A lewd smile spread on Helen's lips.
She nodded for me to hurry up and eat.
Sipped the stew first.
Chewy pork chunks.
No gamey smell at all.
Juicy richness burst with every bite.
Onions crunching here and there were tasty too.
Not too mushy, perfect.
Cooked just right to keep the texture.
"Wow.."
The flavor made me gasp.
Way better than the Lord's Manor feasts.
"How is it?"
"If I could eat like this forever, I'd have no regrets."
Her lips curved up to her ears at my answer.
"Don't worry. I'll make you tons of delicious food by your side forever."
Helen's words hit heavy.
Guess I gotta take responsibility for her for life now.
Can't be a good husband though.
Doomed to wander, conquering women everywhere.
The sausage was killer too.
Perfectly cooked.
Loaded with spices for insane flavor.
Rice would be nice.
But that's greedy.
Bread's the staple here.
All meat gets boring.
Good thing there was salad.
Unknown dressing on it.
Refreshed my oily tongue.
Helen propped her chin on one hand.
Watched me chow down with fond eyes.
"You eat too."
"Just watching you eat fills me up."
All sweet talk.
Couldn't help but adore her.
After the meal.
Brushed my teeth with a willow branch.
Then merged with Helen again.
This time in the kitchen.
Helen braced on the counter.
Stuck her ass out back.
Wanted to foreplay first.
But no need.
Love juices already flowing thick down her inner thighs.
Standing doggy.
From behind, I enjoyed her ass and pussy.
Finished with a creampie again.
We fucked non-stop.
Not enough inside the cabin.
Went outside for outdoor sex too.
Breeze was pretty chilly.
But couldn't cool our heated bodies.
Mating in the woods.
Straight out of porn.
Made it even hotter.
By dusk.
We were totally spent.
No cum left.
Hit the bed.
Helen snuggled into my chest.
We caressed each other.
Slipped into pillow talk naturally.
How good it felt.
Which positions rocked.
Spilled all the dirty details without shame.
Then Bruno came up.
Didn't wanna, but had to.
"Bruno should be back tomorrow."
"Yeah."
"Should I do it?"
Asking if she'd kill him.
I hugged Helen tight.
She looked up from my arms.
"No, I'll handle it."
Kill him with magic.
Fire Bolt?
Nah.
People don't die instantly in flames.
Burning mad Bruno might land a last hit on me or Helen.
Gotta use lightning magic.
Lull Bruno into dropping guard first.
Stun to knock him out.
Then finish him off.
Told her the plan, Helen nodded.
But her face was glum.
"Sorry. Didn't wanna dump everything on you.."
"What're you talking about? I'm doing this 'cause I want to."
We kissed again.
Tongues tangling.
Hands tenderly caressing bodies.
"What after Bruno's dead?"
"Gotta hole up in this cabin through winter."
Helen nodded.
"Then.."
"We go to my hometown."
Helen's hometown.
Yohvin, right?
"Yohvin, yeah?"
"Yes. I miss my parents so much."
Tears in Helen's voice.
No news for years.
Must be eating her up inside.
Wanna help her see them ASAP.
"Yeah, to Yohvin."
Wanna go now.
But gotta be careful.
Rash moves could get us nabbed by Baron Kargon.
After dinner.
No sex.
Started the plan to take down Bruno instead.
Sat cross-legged.
Did Mana Breathing.
Held my staff in one hand.
This charges mana into it.
Practiced Fire and Stun.
Focused on Stun.
The spell picked to drop Bruno tomorrow.
Helen sharpened her dagger.
Checked the bow too.
Backup if magic failed.
Leather, meat, all sorts of byproducts.
Sold every bit.
Pockets bulging with coins now.
"Heh heh.."
Smirk on my lips.
Held the reins, even whistled a tune.
Helen's face floated in my mind.
Always pretty.
Even her crying face was beautiful.
Helen was a married woman.
Had a husband by her side.
But who gives a shit?
That so-called husband died on my blade.
And Helen's mine now.
She'll serve me forever.
In the kitchen, in bed.
Live for me alone.
No way she fucked Hans.
Probably nothing happened.
That Hans punk looked at me with fear in his eyes.
No way he'd touch a married woman with death staring him down.
Whatever, Hans is dead meat.
Hand him over to Baron Kargon myself.
Wasn't the original plan.
Meant to keep him as a slave.
But in Rafalen market this trip, saw his wanted poster.
Bounty was huge.
15 gold!
That's prime slaves, three or four.
Poster listed the crime.
Dipped into the Lord's Manor vault.
Thief, huh.
Even more reason not to keep him.
Might run off with my gold someday.
Sun sinking.
Full dusk when I reached the cabin.
Tied the horse in the stable.
Headed to the cabin.
Something off.
Normally, Helen'd rush out at the horse whinny..
Hand to my waist, gripped the dagger hilt.