Heart of The Gerudo Pt. 2 - Sex Stories

Heart of The Gerudo Pt. 2

... bricks sticking out of the wall.

However, as he stood there at the bottom, looking up at the easily fifteen-foot wall the task felt significantly more monumental. He had to make a fifteen-foot climb, on bricks offering no more than 2 inches of ledge to hold onto, with only one arm.

It was certainly no small task. Heck, he didn't even know if he had the energy to make the climb. But it was this, or die of thirst before he ever made it out of the damn desert. So after dropping his leather pack at his feet and adjusting the makeshift sling his arm was in he got to work on the task at hand.

"It's ok Avery. It's only fifteen feet straight up. You've got this. You've faced worse odds than this." He whispered, psyching himself up as best he could. For confidence was NOT something he had in spades. No, all he had in spades was his kind heart buried beneath a sea of misfortune and willingness to trust others at their word.

The first few steps went easily enough. It was a matter of getting his feet in place and then very quickly grabbing for the next brick with his good arm. Heck, he even made it up a quarter of the way on his first try before his grab at the next brick missed and he found himself tumbling down onto the sand with a slight wheeze escaping his lips as the air was driven from his lungs.

Undeterred though, Avery gritted his teeth and shook off the fall. He felt pain shooting through his injured arm already. His feet ached and his fingertips were numb. But he ...

... couldn't afford to dwell on it. With a renewed and perhaps bullheaded determination, he assessed the situation. He needed some sort of strategy if he was going to conquer this wall.

As he studied the wall, He noted that several of the bricks protruded out slightly more than the others, offering a more secure grip. Now that was something he might be able to make use of. So he adjusted his approach and moved to the wall yet again.

This time around, instead of relying so heavily on arm strength, he began to use his legs more, leveraging them on the right spots to push himself upwards while conserving the energy in his arm. Each movement was deliberate and considered as he found his rhythm and slowly but surely progressed upwards toward the top of the wall. He found himself glad for the darkness which enveloped his form like a protective cloak.

Minutes felt like hours as he inched his way higher and higher. His muscles screamed in protest with every movement but being this high up he knew if he fell he probably wouldn't be getting back up. The urgency of this mission boiled in his gut like fuel on the fire.

So finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he reached the top. His arm trembled as it reached over the lip and with every inch of strength he could muster he pulled himself up and over, landing in a heap on the guard's walkway atop the sandstone wall. He sat there for a long moment, panting and trying to catch his breath as it came in ragged gasps. He knew he ...