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Night's Remembrance	By : NovemberRaven Category: +G through L > Guild Wars Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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That night at dusk some of the other guardsmen invited Logan out with them to have some drinks after their shift. Logan at first resisted, he rarely took nights off and usually spent them going over patrol routes or guard rosters and occasionally consulted with Jenna about any safety concerns in the city and surrounding areas. But he remembered what he said to the Norn said earlier about relaxing, and he decided to go out. After all, it was good for his men's morale. They went to one of the large inns in the Salma District, and the owner happily set up a long table for all of them. He drank with the men, listening half heartedly to tales of strength and tales of conquest, women mainly of course. His recent estrangement from Jenna weighed heavily on his mind whilst they spoke of trysts with lovers and wives. Although he was still her “champion”, he was so in title and protection only. She informed him 6 months ago that the more intimate part of their relationship would need to end. She did not explain why, though he had his suspicions it was due to pressure for her to marry soon and produce an heir.
“Logan! Hey!” The guardsman sitting next to him, Rolf, shook his shoulder and he realized they had been asking him something.
“Yeah? What is it?” Rolf placed another mug of beer in his hand, as his was empty. He had been drinking them while deep in his thoughts, and he had forgotten how many he had drunk.
“Devin was just talking about that Norn ranger that's been seen in Divinity's Reach and Shaemoor recently. Don't you know her from the Pact and the killing the dragon?” Ah, speak of the devil. Of course his guards would've noticed an unusual individual about.
“Yes, I do know her. Her name is Talahe Wolfswift. Why do you ask about her? I hope you haven't been giving her a hard time.” He narrowed his eyes at Devin across the table.
“Of course not boss. We've just been discussing our bet we all made.” They all grinned stupidly.
“Gods, what are you doing to her?” He sighed and took another drink.
“Well, you know we were all sitting the guardhouse the other day talking when she first showed up and we all wondered what she would be like to bed. So we made a bet, 10 gold to whoever can manage to get between her huge legs.” Rolf declared and they all laughed. Logan just sighed again and rolled his eyes.
“C'mon boss, for a giant she's pretty nice looking. Got to wonder if she's as wild as those woods they live in.” Devin added, raising his glass and clashed it loudly with Rolf's while they all cheered, spilling beer onto Logan's armor.
“Ugh!” While he tried to wipe it off with a rag sitting on the table he replied “That's how you lot spend your breaks, making bets on some poor foreigners honor? Not to mention she's a hero as well. Helped saved your sorry asses.” He looked icily down the line at their faces quickly turning sullen. Rolf piped up, trying to brighten the mood again and nudged Logan with his elbow.
“Finish your beer, boss. Lighten up, since when did you become so sensitive about us talking about wenches? You didn't seem to mind when we were talking before!” Rolf downed his beer and Logan was suddenly filled with rage. He stood up, took one more look down the line of the dull drunken faces now turning wide eyed and pushed his mug away in disgust, turned and stormed out throwing some coins into the lap of a very surprised barmaid. He didn't look back to see if they followed him, but he knew they wouldn't. They knew better than to test his anger. He walked quickly, the stone walls echoing in the night from his solitary footsteps. He didn't know why he was in such a rage over what they had said, he only knew his head was swimming and he needed to walk to try to clear his head. He rarely drank, and rarely that much. His thoughts of Jenna had distracted him enough to drink to the point of intoxication and now he was bothered, a strange swirling of his anger at Jenna and what just happened. The streets were mostly empty besides a few dogs, a solitary figure here and there and the night guards whom he all ignored. He realized he had been walking towards the gates to Queensdale and her somewhat dour face from earlier today came unbidden into his mind's eye. It was beginning to annoy him how much she seemed to be on his mind today. He looked up and saw the full moon sitting above the gates and decided to walk down to the lake, the serene view of the moon shining on the water and chill of the late summer air he thought might help to alleviate his drunkenness. Thankfully no one was about outside of the city besides the two guards at the gate so he felt less ashamed that he was out in the middle of the night drunk.
Walking off the path to the lakeside, he remembered how the Norn had said she lived nearby but decided to ignore the thought. The sweet smell of night air and the chirping of crickets helped relax him a little, and he continued to walk down the side of the river towards the lake. He even stopped before he rounded the large hillside that separated the river from the west side of the lake and took his armor off, thinking he might get in the water. He left his armor leaning against a large boulder there and prepared to walk around the hill and see the full view of the lake. He stopped short suddenly, and pressed himself against the hillside in an attempt to make himself not be seen. Once he had rounded the hill he saw the faint glow of a lantern on the lake shore. No one could see him like this, half naked and drunk out in public! Everyone would be talking about it, it was a scandal that could not happen to the captain of the guard. He looked out of his hiding spot and saw in the shimmering water a figure standing waist deep. He couldn't go back, he couldn't risk the chance of being seen. Instead he decided he would have to find a better hiding spot until whoever they were left and he could safely exit. He looked out and saw a huge grandfather tree that would definitely hide him completely behind it, but it was a good 10 or so feet away. Now he had to wait for his chance to run over there. He watched the figure closely, trying to figure out who it was while he waited. They were tall he figured, at least as tall as he was. He guessed it was a male on the fact they were tall and of a large build, but they were turned slightly and were too far away so he couldn't see if the figure had breasts or not. That would've been the real clue. His chance when they suddenly dove underwater, he dashed behind the tree. He faced the tree with his hands against the trunk, panting slightly and his head reeling from the alcohol and cocked his head out just enough so he could watch them until they left. He breathed out in relief, feeling as though he was safe now because he had a proper hiding spot. The only illogical facet of his plan was that they'd be close enough to see each other in detail if he was caught. The surprise of the figure reemerging hit him like a blow to the stomach. He had been expecting a teenage boy or something taking a midnight swim, not the translucent moonlit carved figure of a woman, breasts proudly standing in the silver light. He automatically felt his cheeks go hot and a wave of shame wash over him, he was being some kind of filthy pervert. But he didn't look away, even though he felt he should, she looked beautiful standing there. He was close enough he could see the water dripping off of her chin length hair and down her tattooed back, stomach, breasts and onto and into the curve of her buttocks and into the patch of dark hair he could just see over the water. She stood quietly caressing her fingers through the water, the movement causing her melon sized breasts to roll and swell erotically. He damned himself as he felt his cock twitch and his blood turning into fire at her innocent bathing. She then reached her arms up and stretched, smiling up at the moon and he caught sight of the three lined tattoo on her cheek he recognized instantly. It was Talahe. Of course it was. He was on the same lake near she described living near earlier. This newfound connection didn't deter his excitement as he expected however, he was stunned at how she looked, behaving as if no one was watching. In fact, if anything he made the sickening realization that it somehow made him harder to be watching her without her knowledge. Now with his cock pressing uncomfortably against the tree, he watched her turn and walk to towards shore her ample hips undulating with the waves she created. Disappointed and thinking she was leaving, he turned to the other side of the tree now with his back to the lake so he wouldn't be seen and also so he could enjoy the last few glimpses of her nude. He sucked in a breath, cock jumping in excitement when she did something he wasn't expecting and laid down with her head on the sand of the beach and toes in the water, legs openly relaxed and the water lapping at her waist. Her left arm was up behind her head and her right laid on her thigh, he couldn't help but stare at the shadowed area between her legs and hope he would be able to see what was there. His mind raced in it's inebriated state anticipating wantonly what she would do next. It was too much when her right hand lifted and her fingers began to leisurely run up and down her thigh and slipped into the shadowed cleft he so hungrily stared into. He semi consciously ground himself into the tree unable to contain his excitement as he heard her let out a sigh of contentment, her hand staying on her mound and he could see her hand moving slightly to please herself. All shame and inhibition flew out of his mind and desperate need took it's place when a small moan escaped her, punctured with a sigh and a longer, louder moan of pleasure. He shoved his hand into his breeches and grabbed his aching cock, groaning with both the dissatisfaction of his hand but satisfaction of fleshly contact. Holding himself up with one hand on the tree, he watched her face now thrown to one side in ecstasy, hair thrown over her cheek sexily and her mouth opening and closing with her sonance of pleasure. His hand automatically matched her pace, his mind now desperately imagining it was him in between her legs causing her back to arch and her free hand to grab at the sand viciously. She was getting louder, frenzied, and he was pumping himself in abandon now, hoping she was close to orgasm, pretending he was the one making her so close. He could feel his precum dripping onto his fingers; lubricating himself and instead it was her sweet arousal from his cock being buried deep inside of her. The pleasure was becoming unbearable, the familiar tightening of his scrotum signaling his own release. But his mind was engrossed that he was fucking her, he wouldn't cum until she had. He watched her face contort in the throes of pure unadulterated pleasure, he gritted his teeth trying to hold back his own orgasm for hers. He did not slow down his hand, keeping up with his fantasy he was inside her and watched and listened for the cresting wave of her pleasure. She was now panting, every breath a moan, cry or whimper without pattern that sounded divine. He couldn't help but smile as he thought how loud she was, her exuberance with a man must be extraordinary if she was this vocal just pleasuring herself. He let out a small moan when he thought again what it must be like to be inside her right then, and was about to cum regardless of whether or not he tried to stop it when she went silent for a few seconds and saw her hips buck up stiffly, he felt himself starting to squirt when she let out a long, primal groan in her simultaneous release. She quieted again and her hips fell back to the ground, he could hear her breathing heavily and so badly wanted to go over and lay between her thighs. To enjoy what he could only imagine laid there, see, smell and taste her emissions. He looked down and saw his own hand grabbing his slightly softened, albeit cum covered, erection. He sighed heavily in realization of what he had done and saw how much semen he had gotten everywhere, a gooey splatter reaching up eye level on the tree. He laid his head slightly askew on the tree so he could watch her recover and wait for her to leave and take his own exit. The beast inside of him told him not to let her leave, to go over to her, spread her legs and make use of those fluids she just created to fuck her. But reality had set in and he knew he couldn't. All he could think of as he watched her sit up with the moonlight shining in her mussed hair and her cheeks visibly flushed was how beautiful she looked post orgasm, how badly he wanted her and how he could possibly face her again knowing this terrible, shameful secret he had created between them.
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