The Huntsman of Caedes (Part 1)

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Hmm. I could do that. Sure, of course, why not? I can do anything, theoretically.

But do I want to? That sounds like something you want. Something you need.

So let's make a little deal, hmm? If that's what you want, then listen closely. In the north of the island, there's a small village tucked away in the forest.

It will take you two days to walk there, so you better leave soon. And by soon, my sweet little pet, I mean the moment I stop talking, understood. And in this forest, maybe a few hours or so from the village, tucked between the trees, far enough away that all the sounds fade away, and everything looks a little too similar, lies a simple cabin.

And inside of that, a not-so-simple man. Ah, shut that mouth. I'm not done yet, you bitchy witch.

I want you to spend two nights in this forest, starting the day after next. That is all. I did mention the man, yes.

No, he's not a part of our deal, but he would be a good thing to remember. If you want those two nights to be anything less than, hmm, well, dreadfully fatal, perhaps. Damn, that would have been food for the week, if you'd stayed still a moment longer.

You must be lost, dumb, or both to be this deep in the woods, girl. I can help with one of those three, but the way you're dressed and the expression on your face tells me it's likely to last. I am the man from that tavern, aye.

The tavern that, after you walked in, half the patrons thought some fisherman's drowned wife had crawled out of the lake, just to berate them some more. And the other half, of course, was wondering why the shipwrecked wench hadn't bothered changing her clothes. And you mustn't have looked hard enough.

Outsider or not, extempore still has the decency to provide something when someone's rags look worse than the beggar's. It's not important though, I suppose. You're better equipped now, at least.

But not for this neck of the woods. Do you know your way back? I thought not.

Follow me, then. That doe's long gone, but I can wait till tomorrow. Come on.

Hey! You deaf and dumb! Move your feet! If you stay here past nightfall, there'll be another D out of that list.

Dead. Don't grin like that. You're a newcomer, intentional or not.

It's raps you don't know, but there's not much left in extempore that's worth smiling like that for. No, not with my attitude. Not with anyone's who's been here for over a month.

You'd have to be blind not to see it. It ain't the same country anymore. Oh, I'm sure every old crone and man that's gone grey will say the same.

Anyone will when the younger generations start coming to power. I'm not that old, not yet, but I don't have to be. I've seen this island turn from a promising kingdom to a cursed, devoided piece of rock.

Before you go and spit out another blatantly naive and contentious comment, let me ask you. How much death did you pass when you set out from the capital? None.

Not expecting that question, were you? Think again before you speak. It'll be a good lesson learned while you're here.

And if you need your memory jogged again, I'll ask another. You saw that house next to the bar, didn't you? Not with that response, you didn't.

Was your mind that clouded? Come on, girl. There wasn't much of it left.

A few blackened pillars, standing no taller than I. Soot spreading like oil that had coated a few nights before. Ashen footprints from the relatives, desperately refusing the words of the guards.

But there had been no survivors. Ah, you did see it, didn't you? What? Just a casual glance over it.

A regular freak accident. It happens so rarely, doesn't it? Doesn't it? No.

You saw at least one soiled plot, perhaps a bit more clear than the first. Two in the same city, within the same week. Perhaps it's chance.

It is strange, isn't it? There was no storm, no lightning. Not that recently.

But I'm not done. Because that look on your face tells me you aren't quite worried enough yet. You came from the barracks, didn't you? Not sure where else they'd house a shipwrecked tramp.

You passed a lake then. Did you hear it? The noise.

The voices. The wails and cries of mothers and wives. Fishermen drown, it comes with the occupation.

But most are clever and understand the water. They do it for a living. If the depths were to claim too many, no one would do it.

But now it seems every day, hell, twice a day or more, a body's pulled, bloated, pale, already missing flesh from the fish. I'd wager that's not all that's passed your eyes. Whether or not they've been open is another story, I suppose.

Oh, I have you now. Finally starting to think. Sure, a farming accident.

I'd comment on how common those are too, by people who work fields day in and day out, in a nice, monotone, sarcastic voice. But it seems that you're starting to. ..

What? What is this? This is my home.

I wouldn't head towards just any cabin in the woods. I may know these woods better than most, but I still have to collect my bearings. Town is just a few hours past it.

The day's been dragging on, just like your feet, true. What point are you making? Maybe you're brighter than you let on.

No, the sun'd be down an hour, if that. If we keep at the pace we've kept, it'd be dark before we're even halfway there. I only have one bed, and the floor's got no comfort in its planks.

But I won't leave you out here at the mercy of nature. It is little left to spare. We'd best get inside.

It's settled, and there's still some light. What else would I mean by the floor's rough? It won't be a pleasant night's rest, is what I mean.

Where else would you sleep? You try to sleep with everyone you pass by, or is it finally your turn to talk to me like I'm the daft one? Oh, you didn't mean it like that.

Or have you just never been called out before? Oh, come on now. Don't pretend to be so flustered.

Face is already burning up, you knew what you said. That's the second time now, don't think I didn't catch your scoff earlier. Not to mention the amount of time you spent gawking around the tavern.

Then what would you call it? You seem to get very heated and wide-eyed quickly. I know you think you are being clever, subtle, and undetected.

But I'm a hunter, girl. A good hunter always knows when the prey is looking. And the prey tends to know when it's been cornered.

But maybe that hasn't happened yet. Well, if the floor turns you away that much, I suppose one night on it won't kill me. What do I mean? I know I may look rough around the edges, but I hope I know how to be a respectable host still.

The bed is all yours whenever sleep takes you. I roll some furs out on the ground for myself. You seem mighty lost all of a sudden.

What were you expecting to happen? To get pinned against the wall? What? Just like that? No words, no movements, just instinctively tear your clothes off? No.

Why not? Because you haven't asked yet. What if you did? Who knows? What if I turned out to be some big, horrible monster that would rather eat the skin off your bones than the nectar between your legs?

You can think about it all you want, but it's a different story when it actually happens. Good girl. Well, since you did ask, who am I to deny a guest? Was that so hard? Opening up and saying what you wanted? But now you do really look like a doe that's realized it's stuck.

The only thing that's moving is your heart fluttering under that lovely chest of yours. You did ask me to do this. Did you not mean it? Or are you used to men who don't act on their word? Don't you worry.

I won't make you decide everything. It's no fun without some balance, right? Since you had to go first and tell me what you wanted, it'd be my turn, right? Kiss me.

No? Well, maybe I was. For a moment there, you had me thinking I'd get strong, girl.

Well, try not to scare me like that again. You can really do a number on the heart, you know that? I'll have to do a number on your body to get back, huh? I don't know if that sounds fair, but it certainly sounds fun.

But if you're going to start talking like that, shouldn't you be a little closer? Unless you're looking to attack me with my guard down, I think your hand might be sliding a little off direction. That's my dagger, girl.

It might just be as hard, but. .. Hmm.

That's better. No hesitation now that you know what you're holding. Well, if you're going to let your hands roam, I'll let mine do the same.

After all, I'm spreading your legs already. You're trying to lure my hand in. Maybe something more.

My hand will have to do for now, though. Until you whimper and ask for more. I said whimper, not gasp.

I'm not sure what you expected, though. Grinding against my fingers. Of course, they were going to slide in.

Or is it me holding on to your ass and pulling you closer with two fingers pulling up inside you at the same time that you were surprised about? Hmm. I had enough of the cloth.

All those furs in the way of what you want. Let me help you. Ah, do you like admiring it that much? You were so rough and quick before.

Seeing me bare, throbbing for you, make you pause. Ah, not so fast. Oh, I won't turn down watching your head bop up and down on my cock.

But I said I liked a bit of balance, didn't I? With the way your hands curl through my beard, your lips brushed against it. Wouldn't you want to feel it against this pair of lips? See you glistening all over my face afterwards.

Don't let your legs give out that easily. I know my fingers must feel good in there, but I can't carry you by your cunt. Come here.

Oh, don't look so cautious. What, you think you'll hurt me? Girl, I fought off bears in the night, wrestled wolves away from my food with my own hands.

I chased down an elk after the first shot I missed. Maybe it'd be poetic if a beauty such as yourself could make me what nature couldn't. But I'm hardly a poetic man.

Now, give me that ass to shove my tongue into. Stop worrying so much. Your mouth should be busy with something else, too.

Remember? Remember? There, that's better.

That's even better up close. The way you look, the way you taste and feel. And your intoxicating smell.

Oh, maybe I should talk about it more, huh? When your hips twitch and buckle, you grind that pretty cunt deeper into my face. I hope it doesn't tickle too much.

Is that your response? To take me even deeper? You're going to get it.

Is that your response? To take me even deeper? You're going to make this hard to focus.

Maybe that was your goal. Oh, I can go a little deeper, too. I know it's not the cock you're thinking about, but my tongue can move around inside you a little bit.

I just have to spread these cheeks a little more. Oh, now you really are dripping all over my face. Don't you think about backing off because of that comment.

I wouldn't have asked for this if I didn't like it, would I? That's it. Good girl.

You can settle on me a bit more. Get comfortable. Oh, fuck.

Gripping at my balls while you suck isn't what I had in mind when I said comfortable. Oh, fuck. You're good at this.

Well, if you're going to give my body more attention, it's only fair I do the same, isn't it? I can see you winking tight ass in front of my face. Oh, it's almost begging for a finger.

Can you feel that? My tongue and your pussy pressing my fingertip against your ass. Rubbing it together through the skin.

Oh, if you keep at that, you won't get what you asked for. You might be able to come over my face and be ready for more. But if you drain me like that, I'll have to rest for a bit, girl.

It's been too long since I've had someone like you. I suppose I haven't completely had you yet, though. True.

Is that what you want, then? All right. Flip on your back.

I want to look you in the face. There. Is that better? Like I said, seeing yourself glisten off my face.

Lean in. Oh, I'm glad you're not afraid to taste yourself. Or are you just hoping to taste my lips some more? Oh, you girl, aren't you? I know where your tight fuck-a-blow opening is.

Oh, it's just trying to tease the entrance. What if you want me so bad, you can't even see me? What if you want me so badly, you're trying to guide my cock? Then who am I to say no? Fuck, you feel even better than you tasted.

Oh, your mouth tastes twice as sweet now. And I guess I'm not the only one that's glistening. You worked up a sweat, didn't you? I like that, though, seeing you hot, flustered, but also fired up and ready to go.

Oh, just like that. Pulling.