The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 2/15 - Sex Stories

The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 2/15

... sling and cook me dinner, I’ll let you fuck me.” Although this time she didn’t press her tits together. Danior looked at her and blushed again. This is getting ridiculous! But she also noticed the sudden light in his eyes. He had recognized his opportunity. Valeriya knew the marsh-folk were generally good with their slings—one can only eat so much fish; birds and rabbits does add some variation to the table—but that’s okay. She wanted him to win. She wanted to make up with him, nearing the end of their journey as they were. But nothing’s more humiliating for a man than to be offered pity sex. It would be best if he had the illusion of having earned his right to share her blankets for the night. Besides, that hare did look rather delicious. The Cincuman took long and careful aim. He whirled his sling for so long that Valeriya feared the hare might just get bored and give up on dying for the day. But it didn’t. For when Danior finally let the egg-size missile fly, it struck true. The little man quickly ran to his quarry to make sure it was dead. He skinned and gutted it expertly while Valeriya set up camp. That night they dined like kings—figuratively speaking of course. Danior cooked meat well for a marsh-man. Of course, not all Cincuman caught fish for a living. “What is it that you do, Danior?” Valeriya inquired, taking a swig of wine from her skin. “That is, when you aren’t looking for assassins to hire.” “Oh this and that,” he shrugged airily. “Small tasks for the ...

... king—until he deems me fit for greater duties.” Danior was about 5 feet tall, neither tall nor short for a Cincuman. He had an average build too. He had dark shaggy hair and blue eyes. Valeriya would say he was of her age, give or take a year. Clean shaved, he looked more like a boy than grown man. Valeriya waited in awkward silence for a while. But Danior didn’t make a move to collect on her promise. He speaks haughtily, but is a chicken through and through when it comes to handling ladies, she thought. Valeriya got up on her hands and knees and crawled sinuously towards the tense Cincuman, rump raised in the air and swaying left and right invitingly. The alluring blonde rose to her knees in front of him. Reaching behind with her hands, Valeriya unhooked the leather strap across her back and slid the bikini top down the length of her arms, revealing her soft and supple, slightly bottom-heavy breasts to him. She could tell Danior was having trouble breathing. He was leaning back on his pallet of blankets, trembling hands supporting his weight—mouth agape, struck motionless in awe. Valeriya bit her juicy bottom lip and moaned seductively. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, then straddled his hips, sitting over his trapped phallus. Valeriya ground her lush buttocks on his diamond-hard erection, making the man groan with desire. She took his hands and placed them on her fun-bags. The blonde didn’t have to encourage Danior further as he began to play with her ...