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Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part IV - "Unrest Among The People"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: September 3, 2011

If anyone had seen them by the stream's edge, they wouldn't have been able to deduce what they were truly doing. Even if they had, they almost certainly wouldn't have guessed that the nature of their act was not violent, but affectionate, Bianca blushing deeply as she suckled at the small cut she had given him. Timoteo continued to hold her in his arms, feeling her lightly squeeze around his waist every few seconds. She continued to lap up his blood until his cut finally stopped leaking red, Bianca letting her lips come from him a moment later. Her black, sparkling lipstick left noticeable marks around his cut this time, making the cut even more obvious. He felt her suddenly raise her hands from the small of his back, going to the middle of his back. Her elbows lightly touched his hips as she squeezed him tight in a hug, nuzzling her face against his neck. He gently rested the side of his face against the top of her head, his cheek pressing to her soft hair.
They kept their eyes closed as they tenderly embraced for a minute, the both of them silent for the entire minute. They needed not to say a single word to one another. They could feel what the other was experiencing. They could feel one another's heartbeat, Bianca's immense bosom transferring their beats to the other easily, her chest squishing against his. He slowly raised a hand from her back, lightly bringing it to the back of her neck, gently feeling his fingers through her soft hair. They could feel one another's breath, lightly warming one another's skin when they exhaled peacefully through their noses. Their hearts beating in an almost secret language they couldn't consciously decipher, they felt comfort and relaxation wash over them as easily as the true water in the stream surely could've. After a minute, they slowly began to release one another, neither of them seeming particularly eager to unwrap their arms from the other.
Bianca brought her hands back to his hips, and he brought his back to her shoulders, the two gazing into each other's eyes for a second or two. They were both blushing, smiling softly, their eyes relaxed and content. "I'll have to remember to give you some of my healing powder, after..." She murmured, her eyes drifting over to the small cut on the side of his neck. Timoteo held back a chuckle, saying "Maybe it'd be for the best. Darrah might get suspicious if she sees too many cuts too often." Bianca smiled lightly, gazing deeply into his eyes for a second before gently, and almost shyly, mumbling. "So...Our bath..." Timoteo had forgotten all about their plan for a shared bath during their tender hug, and her words made him glance upwards in annoyance with himself. Looking back to her eyes, he smiled, raising an eyebrow, feeling foolish as he simply said "Yeah?..." Bianca looked down to his stomach, her pale cheeks turning a little red, matching her eyes.
She had a cute little smile on her face as her mouth hung open a crack. "Are you ready to get in the water?..." She lightly asked, looking back up to his eyes. He blushed deeply, realizing that it was time. It was the moment he had been thinking of for what felt like ages. Coming close, the two closing their eyes for a second, they shared a kiss, then a second. Pulling back slightly, he opened his eyes again, smiling warmly. "How should we go about this?..." He lightly asked. She raised both of her eyebrows slightly, softly saying "Why don't...We undress at the same time? Is that okay?" Timoteo smiled more, his cheeks turning a touch more rosy. "Sure..." He mumbled. The two looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds in silence. Without words, as if secretly recognizing and understanding one another's hidden shyness, they began to simultaneously undress. Gazing into each other's eyes the entire time, they both had sheepish smiles on their faces as they reached to the bottoms of their shirts, slipping their fingers under the ends.
Bianca hesitated for a second as a flash of an idea crossed her mind. "Wait, instea...Well...I've..." Her pale cheeks burned as red as cherries as she stumbled over her own words. He grinned with amusement and asked "Yeah? What's on your mind?..." Perhaps fearing another fumble with her words, instead of speaking, she simply acted. Taking a step closer to him, she slipped her fingers out from under her shirt, slowly reaching over to his hands. He looked down curiously, watching her lightly wrap her fingers around some of his. Lightly, she brought his hands away from his shirt, bringing his hands closer to her until they were at the bottom of her own. He slowly lost his grin in the moment, looking up to her eyes. She smiled a little shyly, smoothing her hands up from his wrists to his elbows, holding him there. He smiled slightly, slowly slipping his fingers under her shirt. She lost her smile, her cheeks still burning bright red, softly saying "Wait a second, I'm sorry...I'm...Feeling a little nervous."
Exhaling as she spoke, a nervous and shy smile coming to her, she said "I've been thinking about a day like today for so long, it's been in my dreams so often..." She shook her head slightly, mumbling "The thought of getting in a bath with you just...It..." Timoteo smiled warmly. "I know exactly what you mean." She let out a soft breath, smiling confidently, her eyes relaxing. She seemed comforted by his voiced understanding, knowing she wasn't alone in her feelings. "You can go ahead..." She murmured. He smiled happily and looked down to his hands, beginning to lift her shirt up. She constantly gazed into his downwards eyes, anxiously awaiting his reaction to seeing part of her body. He slowly lost his smile as her pale tummy was revealed, his mouth hanging open a crack. He began to raise an eyebrow as he continued to raise her shirt, beginning to come under her mounds. Rapidly growing aroused, he paused for just a second before fully pulling her shirt up, revealing her immense globes.
A tremble ran along his skin at the sight of her. His breath quickened, his heartbeat growing stronger. Her nipples looked as pink and sensitive as a goddess' despite her generally pale skin, drawing in his eyes rather easily. "Avo..." He mumbled subtly yet audibly, blinking when he saw her bare chest for the first time. She smiled happily, relieved and overjoyed that he apparently enjoyed the sight of her, asking "Do you like them?..." Without tilting his head back, he looked up to her eyes, grinning. She let out a light breath, partly from relief, but more from a feeling of mild intimidation. For only a second or two, she found herself mildly intimidated by his look, his grin almost being like that of a predator that had cornered her. Yet, strangely enough, she felt no desire to flee like he were a true predator, she felt the opposite, in fact. She felt a want to stay, to even move closer to him, to see how far his aggressiveness went. When the feeling passed a moment or two later, more or less solely because Timoteo had looked back down to her chest, she smiled happily, saying "Let me take your's, too..."
Timoteo smiled sheepishly, releasing her soft lace shirt, letting it sit bunched up over her impressive twin mountains. He let his arms hang by his sides, though kept them in the air just slightly so Bianca could raise his shirt easily. She brought her hands to the bottom of his shirt, moving just a touch hastily with excitement, lifting his shirt up. Her eyes lit up when she laid eyes on his stomach, toned with visible muscle. He watched her expression, smiling with just a touch of amusement, not feeling anywhere near as shy as her about exposing his torso. She kept lifting his shirt until his chest was revealed, and he raised his arms slightly, letting her pull the shirt past his head. When his shirt was pulled from him, his necklace, the gift from Bianca, fell back down against his skin. Freed from his body, Bianca took his shirt, dropping it by his gloves, socks, and boots.
Her mouth hung open a little bit more, her bedroom eyes scanning along his body, soaking up the sight of the muscles he had earned in Guild training. He wasn't completely sure what it was about his body that entranced her so, but he understood that, as a man himself, he must not know what could make a man attractive. All he knew were the feminine beauties of women like Bianca herself, though his handsome face and attractive form weren't lost on the likes of Bianca. She reached her hands to his collar bones, lightly trailing the tips of her fingers down from his collar bones, running across his chest towards his stomach. She glanced up to his eyes when she finally realized that she had been obviously staring at him for a while, smiling with embarrassment. She let her arms rest by her sides, though like he had, she kept her arms in the air just slightly so he could remove her shirt easily. He brought his hands to her soft, lacey shirt, slipping it up her arms and past her head, her long hair swinging down to her back once it was free of the garment.
He tossed her shirt over to her nearby cloak, her shirt landing in a dark clump over part of the other garment. He looked down to her chest again, smiling just slightly as he raised his hands to her soft, supple flesh. Touching her gently yet unwaveringly, he felt his fingers sink into her mounds, her nipples pushing into his palms. He gave her a few gentle squeezes, feeling her reach her hands over to his belt. She smiled happily as she undid his belt and pulled it away from him, her cheeks crimson as she lightly said "Ready for my skirt?..." He blushed deeply for a moment, slipping his hands down from her chest, chuckling gently as he said "Sorry, got a little distracted." She smiled happily, mumbling "I know exactly what you mean..." He grinned and held back a chuckle, reaching over to the top of her skirt. He felt along the top edge of her skirt for a second or two before he found a button he had never noticed before, almost purely because the button was small, flat, and black, thus blending in rather well with the rest of her skirt's dark majority.
The button was close to one set of the skirt's red stripes, the stripes under Bianca's right hip, and as he undid it, he created a small part in her skirt that made it loose enough to slip down her thighs. She reached over and began to undo his pants, first unbuttoning them, then bringing her hands to his hips. She was ready to slip his pants down, merely waiting for him to reach the same point as her. He slowly pulled down on her skirt until it had slipped down to the middles of her thighs, Bianca then doing the same to him and his pants, accidentally dropping them to his ankles. She smiled with embarrassment, her mouth opening a crack as she thought of apologizing, stopping herself to let her actions speak for themselves, to speak physically. She brought her hands over his, holding his hands gently, lightly moving his hands with her's. She made him push her skirt down her thighs until it had reached her knees, where enough space was available that the skirt simply fell to the ground like his pants had.
When her black garter belt and matching panties came into view, a fresh blast of arousal struck him like lightning, strong enough to make him subtly swallow any excess saliva he had. There was something deeply erotic about the undergarment, he couldn't figure out what, he didn't even try thinking on it for longer than a second or two. He simply smiled and blushed, taking in the sight of the thin fabric loop around her hips, the fabric straps that went down to clip to her stockings, helping to keep them up and fully along her heavenly legs at all times. Her panties were unusual to him, they looked much smaller than normal panties. Black as night, they hardly covered her nether bits at all, just barely covering them with fabric, just covering her mons before the underwear's straps reached out. Overstimulated from the sight of her, his arousal was becoming truly uncomfortable, and he became truly glad that she was undressing him.
She stepped away from her skirt, and he did the same to his pants. She leaned over, picking up their garments, quickly resting them with their respective piles of clothing. A slight tremble ran along his back as the imminent reality of seeing Bianca fully nude sank in. She smiled at him, unclipping her garter belt from her stockings, taking a minute to remove all articles of clothing aside from her panties. Timoteo's eyes roamed along her body, and although his looks were subtle he couldn't stop Bianca from noticing, and blushing in reaction to, where his eyes were wandering. Her stockings and garter belt in a small pile over her hands, she turned and rested them over her cloak, looking back to him once she was done. Smiling with confidence, she glanced along him for a moment, as well. His mouth hung open a centimeter before he said "...One last bit." His eyes drawn to her bosom again, his eyes widened a touch when he realized that she must have been growing aroused too, as her light pink nipples stood a bit firm.
He quickly forgot what else he had been about to say, turning Bianca curious. She smiled and blushed, saying "Mhmm...I'm ready. I don't want to stop now." When he didn't reply for a moment, she quickly glanced down to her chest, noticing, too, that her bosom betrayed her urges. She quickly raised her hands until they had reached her stomach, but then she abruptly stopped herself. She had felt an intense flaring of shy embarrassment, but decided in a split-second to stop her hands and not hide herself from his view. Her cheeks turning as red as cherries once again, she tried to speak. She fumbled over a word or two again, firmly pressing her lips together with annoyance, stopping herself from, in her eyes, making a fool of herself. He noticed her reaction, smiling sweetly, holding out his right hand. "Bianca, it's okay...I'm nervous about this, too...I can understand why you're shy..." A small smile came on her face, the mage-girl raising a hand to his, threading fingers with him.
"I had thought that I wouldn't be nervous if the day came...But I suppose I've been building it up, all this time." Timoteo raised an eyebrow slightly, his smile growing stronger. "You're absolutely beautiful, Bianca...I feel like the luckiest Hero in the Guild just for laying eyes on you." She smiled happily, blushing strongly for a moment, Timoteo, too, blushing in reaction to his own sudden compliment. "...Final bit. At the same time?..." She gently said, her eyes twinkling as they looked into his own. A fluttery sensation rose in his stomach, and he suppressed any nervousness from his face, nodding gently. They brought their own hands to the tops of their underwear. They both paused momentarily, hooking their fingers under their underwear. Bianca was the first to take the plunge. Slipping her panties down her thighs, she bent over slightly, looking up to his eyes seductively the entire time. He watched her raise a foot one at a time, eventually taking her panties from herself entirely.
She slowly stood back up, Timoteo's eyes drawn down to her nether bits. He felt an intense surge of arousal and surprise when he saw her small patch of pure black pubic hair, her nether hair neat and groomed, Bianca obviously taking an interest in keeping her appearance as close to immaculate as possible. Her nether lips were plump, and her arousal was extremely obvious, her womanhood blushing bright red. She must have been seeping fluid for some time, as her lower lips were smeared with fluid that had obviously leaked into her panties. He realized then that, since her underwear was black, noticing any wet spot would have been fairly difficult. He struggled with his own desire for a moment before he gave in. Suddenly stepping close to her, he grabbed her in his arms, causing her eyes to go wide and a sharp inhale to pass between her lips. He reached his left hand around her shoulders and to the back of her head, sinking his fingers deep into her soft, smooth hair.
Reaching his other hand around her left hip, he sank his right hand into her rump's ample left cheek, feeling her warm softness give way as he squeezed her. Pulling her to him, pressing her immense bosom to his chest, he closed his eyes, bringing his face to her own. Kissing her passionately, she closed her eyes and raised her eyebrows, making a muffled "Mmm!" sound in her throat. Her entire face began to go red with blush as she kissed him back just as earnestly, pushing her tongue out, quickly meeting and playing with his. Feeling an explosion of arousal from his aggressiveness, she could feel a drop or two of her own fluid fall from her lower lips at just the realization that she had finally made him lose control of himself. Grabbing at his underwear, she yanked his boxers down, letting his uncomfortably stiff member finally spring free. The tip of him pointed out rather close to her own nether regions due to their proximity; nature's own little hint as to what they should do about their urges.
A noticeable tremble ran along her skin as she pressed her fingers to his length with her right hand, Bianca reaching her left arm around him, planting her hand against his mid back as she held him back. Slowly wrapping her fingers around him, feeling him pulsate in her hand, she made butterflies rise in his stomach once more. Timoteo was completely nude aside from his necklace, ready to bathe by then, Bianca still wearing her jewellery as well, though she didn't take off her jewellery often and so felt ready to bathe regardless. The two kissed and felt at one another for a dozen intense seconds before they pulled away just enough to speak, touching foreheads affectionately, breathing heavy with their eyes closed still. Bianca's blush died until it was contained in her cheeks again, unnoticed by Timoteo with his eyes still closed. They were silent for a moment, listening to the other breathe. At the same time, they spoke. "Are you-" "Did you-"
They both stopped speaking, Timoteo grinning with embarrassment, Bianca smiling a little shyly. They shared one more tender kiss before Timoteo, having overcome his shyness and lack of control, softly said "I think we're ready for the water..." Bianca smiled happily, holding back a light laugh, still a little pleasantly shaken by his previous loss of control. "I do, too...Same time?..." She lightly murmured. He took his hands from her, her doing the same to him, the two of them taking hands. Pulling back just a touch, they opened their eyes. He was smiling confidently as he gave her a short nod, looking over to the stream inches from their feet. She looked over at the pleasantly warm running water, the two stepping over the edge at the same time. Holding each other's hands tightly, they plummeted face-first into the water, creating a loud splash.
Timoteo was under the water for several seconds before, still holding hands with Bianca, his head broke the surface of the water. The stream ran peacefully, so they weren't in terrible danger of being swept away from their clothing. The floor of the stream was high near the bank, so their feet remained touching the muddy ground, allowing them to stand with the water reaching the upper reaches of their stomachs. He grinned when he saw her, her dark hair wet and matted down, clinging to her in a strangely erotic way. Much of her bangs were partially covering her eyes, and she took a second to swing her head to the side, forcing her bangs and plait to swing over towards her left side and clear from her vision. When she saw his expression, she blushed again, smiling happily as she glanced down to his chest before meeting his eyes again. He brought their hands up from the water's depths, spreading his arms, unabashedly spreading her's by extension.
He looked to her bosom, her impressive bust shiny and slick with water, droplets falling from, and running along, her skin. She grinned a little at him, thoroughly pleased that he was enjoying her form. She even decided to tease him, quickly turning left and right for a second, causing her bosom to bounce with her. His eyes widened a little, blush roaring in his cheeks, causing Bianca to let out a little giggle. She slowly released his hands, smiling confidently, taking a step closer to him in the water. He felt her trace her fingers along his chest for a moment, feeling down to his stomach, looking into his eyes excitedly. "I told you I had a surprise for you...Do you still want it?..." Timoteo smiled, softly saying "Well, I've been looking forward to it for a while..." Bianca chuckled softly in her throat. "Okay...Take a seat on the edge of the bank..." He raised an eyebrow at her for a moment. She grinned happily for a moment before taking him by a hand, leading him over to the edge of the water, to the slightly-muddy bank.
"I know this could make you really shy at first, but trust me...I promise to show you a joy that lovers share..." Timoteo was deeply curious, though her enticing words excited him. A second later, he realized she had used the word "lovers". She wanted to show him something that lovers did? "Are we...?" He thought, his eyes widening a little. Without thinking too deeply into the matter, without questioning himself, he simply accepted her words, smiling. "So, we're lovers..." He forced himself to lightly say, smiling happily. Bianca froze, her hold on his hand faltering for a moment before her strength returned. Slowly looking over to him, her face suddenly a little bit worried, she quietly murmured "Well...We've..." She was silent for a moment before weakly looking to his eyes, mumbling "If you think that that's too much, um...I-I just assumed that..." She firmly pressed her lips together, looking down from his eyes, an unsure glow coming over them.
He realized that Bianca must've thought that he was questioning why she had suggested that the two were lovers, and was now worried that she had made him feel awkward. He smiled and came closer to her, kissing her, feeling her only softly kiss him back. "If you don't think we're lovers..." She started off, eventually trailing off and falling silent. He smiled at her, softly saying "No, i-it's not that I was..." He let out a soft sigh, smiling more, his words making her look back up to his eyes with a bit of hope. "I was just a little surprised, but...I like it." Life came back to her face. She smiled, her eyes looking relieved, the young woman letting out a soft sigh. "I think we've been lovers ever since that moment in the trees, a while ago..." She lightly said, sounding partially like she were revealing a secret. She smiled more, beginning to move him gently. Leaning him to the side in the water, she made him step over until he was between her and the sloping bank.
Getting him to sit down, although she was deeper than he was in the water, his head still didn't even reach her bosom, his face level with her stomach. She got down on her knees in front of him, sitting in front of his legs, their faces level. She smiled and blushed deeply when she saw that the tip of his member was poking up through the surface of the water, deep red with arousal still. When he saw where her eyes were, he felt the same as she had over her stiff nipples, deeply tempted to shoot his hands over and cover himself in embarrassment. Like she had, however, he stopped himself, though he did so before he had even moved his hands. He felt her move her hands over to his knees under the water, Bianca saying "I need to get between your legs..." He blushed deeply, raising his eyebrows slightly, though he complied, spreading his legs a little bit. Bianca kept smiling happily as she crawled closer, getting between his spread limbs.
Her eyes were locked on the visible red tip of his member, her cheeks crimson, her eyes peaceful. "You seem awfully enraptured by that thing." He said with a touch of amusement. She grinned a little with embarrassment, looking to his eyes, sheepishly saying "I love the way you look, I can't help it..." He chuckled lightly, seeing her raise a hand out of the water. He lost his smile in surprise when she reached over to his visible tip, lightly tracing the tip of a finger down along the underside of the head, feeling through the water to touch his shaft. Her loving touch felt electric, making Timoteo's member unwillingly twitch away from her for a split-second. She seemed surprised by his bodily reaction to her touch, her eyes widening a touch, a big smile coming to her lips. "Grizelda never told me they could move like that..." She said with a bit of a grin coming over her. He raised an eyebrow and smiled a little with amusement as she continued to more or less play with his member.
Using her fingertips, she explored all over his manhood, curiously and excitedly touching him from his tip to his base. In particular, she seemed to love rubbing the print of a finger over the eye of his member, feeling along the small, solitary opening his bits had. Her touch succeeded in keeping him at maximum arousal, Timoteo being so stiff his member stuck out fully from his body on it's own, still being just a touch uncomfortable, though he had gotten fairly used to that sensation. As her play continued, her eyes began to look truly rapt, Bianca completely engrossed with his bits. Eventually, she felt down to his undercarriage, gently bringing her fingers under his orbs. Lifting them slightly on her fingers, she giggled lightly as she softly drummed her fingers against him, feeling his orbs move with her fingers. Timoteo grinned for a second in amusement, a touch shy still. Bianca played with his orbs for a minute before taking her hand from him, feeling up across his stomach from his groin with both hands, smoothing around his skin and coming back down to his member.
She looked up to his eyes, smiling and blushing deeply, cooing "I think I'm ready." He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but she answered his unvoiced question quickly enough with her actions. Moving a hand to his member, keeping him still by holding him around his base with her thumb and index finger, she quickly lowered her head and opened her mouth. Timoteo's eyes went wide with surprise, locking eyes with Bianca as she stuck out her tongue. She partially brought him into her mouth, touching the back of her tongue to the underside of his tip. Tilting her head back and working her tongue, she eagerly snaked her long, sensual tongue around his tip. He trembled for a moment at the sudden explosiveness of the pleasure that appeared, letting out a light groan, still looking into her eyes through her dark hanging bangs. His tip traveled along her tongue, moving from the back to the front, and when it had come to the end of her tongue, Bianca quickly flicked the tip of her slimy mouth muscle across his own tip, making him groan again.
With their eyes meeting through the entire experience, it was deeply intimate, the two only able to hear the running water of the stream, each other's breathing, and the occasional wet sound created by Bianca's tongue. She gave his tip a tender kiss, making him shudder for a moment in delight, making him lightly clench his hands at the mud down by his sides for a moment. She smiled at him as he reached down to her, clearing her bangs from her forehead, smoothing them behind an ear for her, leaving only her small plait on her forehead. She blushed and smiled more as a thought came to her, a moment later saying "Could you move a bit back on the bank, please? I'm going to need more of you out of the water, for this..." He blushed and nodded, quickly scooching back a bit until his groin was above the water. Bianca moved closer to him again, staying between his legs, feeling the water run along her legs as she stayed on her knees. Holding him around his base once more, she had an eager and excited smile on her face as she quickly brought her head down, opening wide.
Engulfing him deep in her oral confines, she made butterflies burst in his stomach in a fresh, final wave, making his member suddenly feel alight with slow-burning pleasure. He stifled a groan, slowly hanging his head back, feeling Bianca's slick lips slide back and forth along his shaft. Her tongue rapidly coiled around his tip, squeezing delightfully, massaging every bit of flesh she could find. She kept her free hand on the lower reaches of his stomach for several seconds before smoothing her hands downwards. Finding his orbs with her hand, she gently began to play with them, looking up towards his face to try and see his reaction. Since he had started hanging his head back, she couldn't see his face, but the slight groan that came from him made her smile happily around his member. She closed her eyes then, trying to figure out a good rhythm, playing with his orbs the entire time. Her mouth felt like it was made of pure pleasure, molten delight rising inside his loins with every movement of her tongue, with every slip of her luscious lips.
Timoteo felt every thought vanish from his mind once again, losing himself to desire. All that had his focus was Bianca and the sensations she was rising inside him, nothing else in the world mattered, it simply vanished from his thoughts. He lost track of time rather quickly. "Mmm..." Bianca mumbled around his member, taking a moment to, a little sloppily with passion, rapidly pass her lips back and forth over his tip. He stifled a moan, feeling embarrassed about making such a sound, turning it into a quiet grunt, instead. Bianca looked up as he raised his head, looking down to her, watching her continue. She had her eyes up to his, watching him gaze at her actions. She smiled around him, flicking her tongue against him rapidly, wrapping around his tip as far as she could. She gave his orbs a very gentle squeeze, causing him entirely no pain, only making him feel even more passion in the moment. He watched her lips glide back and forth along him as she bobbed her head continuously, eventually looking up to her eyes.
She suddenly used more pressure in her sucking, rapidly increasing the ecstasy that flowed through his veins like magma. The increased suction she used made him let out a low moan for the first time, Timoteo shutting his eyes, hanging his head back. His body heating up until small droplets of sweat appeared along his skin, his eyelids fluttered for a moment as her pressure continued, her bobbing movements beginning to speed up. Bianca had been able to comfortably fit much of his member in her mouth, having been able to take at least three quarters of it before his tip began to poke into the back of her throat. As her movements grew faster, however, she decided to try going deeper. Pausing for just a moment to take in a breath, she kept her eyes closed as she went even deeper than usual. His tip poking into her throat slightly, she screwed her eyes shut for just a second before relaxing, having easily enough suppressed her reaction to slightly tense up.
Timoteo couldn't help but let out a little moan, raising his head, opening his eyes. Seeing her lips around the base of his member, her happy eyes pointing up to him again, her nose lightly pushing into his dark brown pubic hair, made him almost lose his grip on himself. The pleasure was becoming too much for him to handle, after being built up with their earlier undressing for so long. "Bianca...Avo's mercy...That feels so good..." He saw her eyes twinkle happily, and she quickly pulled her head back, letting him pop free from her hungry oral confines. She let out a light laugh, grinning a little, asking "Does it?" He let out a breathless chuckle, saying "Yeah, really...I can't wait to do it to you, show you what it's like..." Bianca's cheeks went deep red, and she let out a little titter, looking down to his member happily. Without leaning her head back again, she looked up to his eyes, her smile turning to a small grin as she said "Are you close to finishing?..."
Timoteo nodded gently, too embarrassed to use words. Bianca's eyes partially closed, her grin turning to a peaceful smile. "Feed me..." She whispered. So seductive was her voice that it made his eyes widen a touch, the blush in his cheeks growing stronger. Too dumbfounded by her words at that moment to even think of a reply, he simply remained stationary as she suddenly slipped him back into her mouth. He moaned softly when she began to fiercely suck along him once again, still playing with and fondling his orbs. He began to grip at the mud by his sides once again as he approached the point of no return. She suddenly withdrew until just her lips were on his tip, rapidly running her lips over him once again, shooting him towards his orgasm. His breathing rapidly picked up until he was close to panting, which Bianca understood as a cue that his orgasm was perhaps seconds away. She took her hand from around his base, taking in one little breath before almost ramming him as deep as he could go into her mouth, causing his legs to twitch with the unexpected stimulation going on between them.
His eyes went a little wide for a second, still watching her. Electricity shot along his nerves. Sweeping his hands through the water to clean them of any mud, he shot his hands over to the top of her head, holding her down against him, feeling her throat almost milk his tip. He screwed his eyes shut tight for a few seconds as it hit him like magic. He moaned out her name as he suddenly spewed, the first thick and rather large load opening the floodgates. She kept moving her tongue against him as he went on, churning out another rapid four wads, thick with precious seed. Her eyes opened when he had let out the third burst of cum, perhaps in surprise at how much cum he was unleashing, but when the last load came, she shuddered in delight and closed her eyes again. She slowly bobbed her head a few more times, Timoteo collapsing back against the bank, panting gently with his face red from slowly-fading ecstasy.
She mumbled a few incoherent words as she sat up fully, her eyes dreamy as she kept her lips tight together. Timoteo looked up to her, smiling contently at the fresh feeling of relief slipping over him. He raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw her occasionally push her tongue into either of her cheeks, realizing that she must have been moving his seed around in her mouth. She gulped after several seconds, letting out a light sigh afterwards, her eyes still dreamy as she grinned at him. "That was so much fun!" She said excitedly, barely able to contain herself. Timoteo thought it rare to see her so obviously enthusiastic about something, but was just as eager to reciprocate her sexual act. "Want to do more?" He asked, smiling. She nodded, beaming happily. Suddenly, something happened that caused Timoteo to slowly start losing his smile. Bianca looked past his head, looking to something behind him. Her face lost all warmth, turning a little ashen, even. "What is it?" Timoteo asked, looking over his shoulder. His eyes widened, his jaw dropped slightly, and his blood ran cold. Standing not far from their clothes, standing by a tree of the nearby forest, was Darrah.
If she had caught them holding hands, they could've possibly explained it away. A hug, too, they could've perhaps convinced her was innocent friendliness. But the positions they were in, nude and together in the stream, simply could not be logically explained without telling the truth. Neither of them had any idea as to how long Darrah had been watching them for, having been too interested in each other, but by the expression on her face, it was clear that she had seen enough. Her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open a bit, her brow gently furrowed at the sight of them. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity for all involved, Bianca gently said "Darrah..." At the sound of her voice, Darrah slowly grit her teeth, her eyes turning completely and utterly hateful. A tear quickly appeared from, and fell from, both of her eyes, running down her cheeks. She abruptly turned around and began to rather hastily march off. "Darrah, wait!" Timoteo called after her.
Looking into Bianca's eyes quickly, he said "I've gotta talk to her!" Bianca nodded in understanding, saying nothing to stop him as she moved back from him, letting him bolt up the bank and out of the stream. He grabbed only his boxers, pulling them up despite being soaking wet, chasing after Darrah. When she heard him running after her, she simply took off in a sprint herself, barely outrunning him as she headed for their camp. Timoteo urgently chased her into the camp in time to see her grabbing her armour, getting it together in a big pile along with her pack. Her face was furious, tears streaking down her cheeks, leaving her eyes noticeably red. She almost tore her pack open looking for her Guild Seal, but when Timoteo rushed into the camp and saw that she was ready to simply leave, he loudly said her name, rushing over to her. She shouted angrily when he grabbed her arms, struggling, saying "No! You can't stop me! I'm leaving!"
"Darrah, stop, wait, talk to me!" Grabbing her and forcing her to turn towards him, he saw her screw her eyes shut tight, struggling desperately for a few seconds, panting with emotions. Ramming her fists against his chest, she shouted "You bastard! I can't believe you!! Why in Skorm's name would you do that with her?!" Almost growling in her frustration, struggling to get his hands away from her wrists, she didn't notice the pained expressions that came to him as he endured her rather powerful strikes. "Darrah-!" "No!! I don't wanna hear it! I don't want to talk to you, let me go!!" "Darrah, calm down! Why are you so upset? So what if Bianca and I are..." He trailed off, and Darrah finally used vicious strength in her struggling, whipping her hands away from his. Her eyes wrathful, she looked into his eyes, her eyes wide. "Do you have any clue what it's like?! To care so much for someone, then find them fucking betraying you w-w-with someone like her!!"
Timoteo's mouth hung open. He wasn't sure what to say. Darrah stared into his eyes for a few seconds before her bottom lip rapidly began to quiver, Darrah raising her eyebrows in sorrow as she turned from him, suppressing a sob, gritting her teeth so tight they ached. Timoteo's brow lightly furrowed as he looked downwards for a moment. "...You really care for me a lot, don't you, Darrah?..." She didn't react for multiple seconds. When she did, she turned to him, all rage erased from her face. Now, she just looked terribly, terribly hurt. "Yes! Of course I do!" She weakly said, fresh tears flowing down her cheeks again. Timoteo was quiet for a moment before asking "Do you love me?" Darrah's mouth hung open, though she didn't speak, her eyes darting around as she seemingly tried to think of what to say. "I...Thought I did..." She admitted in little more than a whisper. Timoteo's face turned remorseful, his eyes depressed as he said "Why didn't you just say something?...Did you think I'd reject you? Hurt you?"
Darrah screwed her eyes shut tight, confessing loudly. "Of course I did! That, and more! I-I wasn't sure exactly what to expect!" "Why didn't you just tell me?..." He repeated softly, seeing her open her eyes slightly. Her voice choking up with emotion, she tried to speak for a moment, but found herself lacking the will to force herself to, her throat paining her too much to simply allow free speech. He tried to raise his hands to her shoulders to comfort her, but her face turned bitterly angry, and she whipped her hands up, slapping his hands away from her. "Don't touch me..." She forced herself to say, turning from him again. She took a moment to relax and simply breathe before saying "...Regardless of my feelings, I can't just..." She shook her head lightly, saying "I'm leaving...And I don't want you to f-follow me." She hastily began to pull on her pieces of armour, sniffling gently every now and then as she did so. She never looked at him as she got dressed, something that felt like a slap across his face.
"Darrah, I'm sorry...I care about you a lot, too...You've always been special to me..." Darrah felt tempted to shout at him to shut up as he spoke, but found herself remaining silent, listening to his words. "Was it love?" She asked, barely looking in his direction. He raised his eyebrows, his mouth hanging open slightly before he admitted "I...I don't know. Maybe." Darrah sniffled and slowly shook her head for a moment, saying nothing for several seconds. "...I'm going to take my share of the cleaver stash...And then I'm going on my own." Timoteo stopped trying to calm her down, understanding that nothing but time would cool her off, as was usual. "...Please don't just disappear, Darrah. You're my best friend. Am I ever going to see you again? What about Lychfield?" He lightly said. Darrah had dressed in most of her armour by then, getting up on her feet beside him as she spoke with frustration. "I was only going to Lychfield because it meant I could spend time with you!" She proclaimed.
Timoteo looked downwards, not sure exactly how he was feeling, but knowing undeniably that it was bad. She finished dressing in her armour, pulling her pack on, sniffling as the sadness was banished from her face, replaced by anger once more. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive you, Tim. Honestly, I don't see how anybody could." Her angry expression twisted with sorrow for a moment as she choked out "If only you could understand what I was feeling..." Timoteo looked to her eyes, not sure what to say for a second before simply repeating "...Am I ever going to see you again?..." She stared long and hard into his eyes. He met her gaze. They continued to look at each other for well over ten seconds before more tears rolled down from her eyes. She took several steps towards him before suddenly walking past him. She mumbled a few words under her breath as she moved, words which Timoteo couldn't pick up. "What? Wait, Darrah, what did you say, I couldn't hear!"
Speaking over her shoulder, not even looking at him, she softly said "Maybe...Maybe one day. When you don't have some backstabbing witch following around." "...I suppose I deserve even worse than that for hurting you so much." Bianca's voice suddenly came out in a soft and yet unusually compassionate tone. Both Darrah and Timoteo looked over to her. Standing at the edge of the camp, she had dressed entirely in her clothes, having even pulled on her cloak and made sure her appearance was as it usually was, aside for her damp hair. Darrah's face turned dark and wrathful as she said "You guys were gone for half an hour, how did you not realize that I'd get worried and look for you? Or did you just not give a flying fuck?! Did you want me to find you?!" Bianca raised her eyebrows, softly yet hastily saying "No, Darrah, we didn't want to hurt you! We...We lost control. We lost track of time. I'm sorry you saw us like that, truly. I don't want you to leave, not under these circumstances."
Darrah glanced over to Timoteo before looking to Bianca again. Marching towards Bianca, her teeth grit and her eyes dark, she muttered "Have fun looking at Travis' tombstone." In the blink of an eye, she pulled a fist back, cracking it out into the side of Bianca's face. Bianca collapsed to the ground, raising a hand to her face, stunned into silence from the painful strike. "Darrah!!" Timoteo shouted, rushing over to Bianca, helping her stand back up on her feet. "I'll be okay..." She mumbled to him, her eyes turning a little tearful from the pain throbbing in her left cheek. Timoteo watched Darrah march down the path a good dozen steps before coming to a stop. She looked over her shoulder to them, Timoteo meeting her eyes. Her face was twisted with sorrowful emotions, Darrah biting her bottom lip quite hard in her frustration over it's quivering. Timoteo faintly heard her sob as she looked forwards and continued again, never looking back again as she headed back in the direction of Bowerstone.
Timoteo looked Bianca in the eyes, asking "Are you really okay? Let me see..." Bianca lowered her hand from her cheek, her eyes shut with pain. Timoteo's face went pained just at the sight of seeing Bianca's injury. A large section of her cheek had already darkened with a deep, painful bruise, and a small split had appeared in the left corner of her upper lip, the cut slowly trickling blood down the corner of her mouth, leading towards her chin. "It'll be okay...You'll be okay..." He murmured, giving her a comforting kiss on her chin, not wanting to kiss her lips for fear of hurting her lip's cut. "Am I bleeding?..." She asked, raising a hand to her chin, dabbing the tips of some of her fingers at the liquidy sensation she detected there. Before Timoteo could answer, Bianca had looked at her fingers, her eyes going wide. She touched the split on her lip, barely wincing, though taking in a sharp breath. "It's really tender..." "You'll be fine, it'll be okay..." He softly said.
As he put a comforting arm around her shoulders, walking with her by the side of the fire pit, the two sat down by the pit. The pit was lit with fresh wood, suggesting that Darrah had passed some of her time waiting for them to return by keeping the pit lit and stocked with wood. Bianca reached into her cloak and pulled out her small vial of healing powder, quietly saying "I suppose Darrah won't be coming back..." Timoteo sadly shook his head, his face depressed. "She's, uh...No, she's really upset. This is...I don't know if I've ever seen her so upset." Bianca reached into her vial with a finger, getting out a pinch of dust. "Here, let me." Timoteo lightly said, Bianca looking at him for a moment before a ghost of a smile came to her lips. "Alright...I'll take care of your cut." Timoteo nodded thankfully, the two turning towards one another. "Gonna need to grab my clothes." He mumbled as he tilted his head to the side, letting Bianca easily reach to the side of his neck.
She smiled softly, but her mind was still on Darrah, like his was. She may have grown fed up with Darrah's behaviour over their trip to Lychfield, but she didn't wish to hurt Darrah and force her to storm off while on bad terms with Timoteo, like she had. Timoteo silently hoped that Darrah wouldn't hate him, that she'd forgive him for the accidental pain he had caused her, but he also knew that she could be incredibly stubborn, a fact that kept his spirits low. Getting some of Bianca's healing powder on the print of his thumb, he reached up to her face, lightly touching his thumb to her upper lip's corner-split. She winced slightly and blinked, but didn't pull away. Already, her bruise had gotten even darker, leaving a large and very obvious injured mark on her face. As the two attended to one another's wounds with one hand, they eventually began to hold hands with their free hands, affectionately threading fingers and resting their hands over their legs...
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