A Blacsmith's Fingers

Amelia has always been dutiful. Now, that is not to say she was giddy with excitement at her life prospects as a farmer's daughter, but she thought the life suited her. In the morning she would take care of their meager livestock, later in the day she would sew, and in the evening she would either rest or placate her father whenever he returned drunk: either with more booze or by acting meek and nodding at his every complaint. It was a decent life. Moreover, the prospects of marriage seemed good: no one else in the village had auburn hair or an impressive rack like she did, and the blacksmith's lad seemed to fancy her. Kissing her by the willow tree, one hand on her hip and callused fingers on her cheek, he smelled of the coals of the forge. She didn't "love" him per se, but she knew she could grow to if she tried.

Still, her father's drinking and gambling were catching up with him. Especially so without mother to rein him in with stern words... or skillful hands, mouth, or whatever it was she used to make him meek and agreeable to her arguments. First they had to sell their cow, then an old table grandpa made before Amelia had even been born. Bit by bit the household's wealth dwindled. Arguments with father grew into fierce shouting matches, followed by tears and regret at having broken another dish or their only clay pitcher. Then he hit her for the first time since she was a little child. It was a slap on the cheek, half-hearted and followed by drunk apologies, but that was when she knew that if she stayed here even a little longer, she would either go mad or run off somewhere for good.

Sitting by the willow, she thought of making a raft and sailing down south until she reached another settlement. She thought of beguiling a passing tradesman and trying her fortune in a big city. She thought of... Something tickled her ear, and she tried to swat an insect away, only to have her hand caught in someone's strong grip. Matteo, the blacksmith's boy.

He was laughing. "I'm sure you're going to have reasons enough to hit me when we're married, but I'm not giving you a free one just yet."

"Is it 'when' or 'if', Teo?" She knew the question irritated him, but she was in the mood to take a jab at someone.

"You know how my dad is. He wants a say in who I choose and..."

"And you can't force his hand, I heard that a dozen times already."

"Not everyone's lucky enough to have a parent who doesn't care..." He saw her wince. "Sorry, that came out wrong."

It was only now that he noticed a red mark on her cheek. Matteo's expression soured while his hand reached out to touch. She didn't pull away.

"The bastard... You said he was never going to harm you, no matter how bad it would get."

"Guess I was wrong."

"We should do something about it."

"Like what?"

"I could get some lads and..."

"Beat my dad until he sees stars?"

"No! Just give him a little scare, that's all."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want him to be hurt OR scared."

"I get that he's your dad, bu..."

Hot, wet lips shut his mouth. Amelia smiled at the ease with which he melted into her touch. After a moment's hesitation, his hands were roaming up and down her sides, his lips biting softly into hers, though sometimes a little too softly for her liking. Breaking the kiss, she nuzzled into his neck and bit. Hard.

"Ow!"

"That's for giving me a scare..." She bit him again, this time softer. "And that's for nagging me too much..."

"I do that because I care."

"I know."

Perhaps she would grow to love him even before marriage. That would be nice. She hugged him, digging nails into his back. She wished for claws to tear through his tunic. Sensing her mood and feeling it quite literally on his back, Matteo kissed her lips again while his hand moved down to grope the shape of her ass. There was a rush of blood to her face, and she gasped.

"Should we stop?" His voice was hoarse, and the evidence of his arousal poked at her side through Matteo's breeches.

"Probably. But I don't care at the moment."

"Good, me neither."

Both of them laughed as he pulled her to the grass, hands went under her dress. Feeling him tug at her underwear, she lifted her hips ever so slightly. A palm grazed against her wet needy core, and he was on top of her. Amelia heard herself moan, the sound felt so foreign, she had to shut her eyes. What in the world was she doing? Was this how she wanted it to happen?

"You alright down there?" There was a concerned smile on his lips, but his palm still rubbed her pussy with gentle, soft motions. She felt tension in her lower stomach.

"A bit overwhelming."

"But in a good way?"

"You bet."

Deciding it was time for him to squirm, she grabbed the bulge in his trousers and gently squeezed. It certainly felt firm. Big. She started rubbing her hand up and down her lover's crotch, mirroring his motions on her pussy. Upon hearing him moan, she smiled. A finger plunged into her tight passage with a loud squelch, her legs trembled, and the mouth was silenced by pleasant lips again.

Matteo was breathing heavily, humping her palm while his finger slid in and out of her pink slit. They stopped talking, now only exchanging looks, moans and rare laughs. Both of them smelled of sex and sweat. Surroundings were a blur now, her eyes drawn fully to the way Matteo's muscles showed while he fingered her, the way his ear was shaped and how it glistened after she ran her tongue across the shell. Bucking her hips against the blacksmith's son, she felt the finger withdraw. Amelia let out an unhappy mewl, followed by a gasp as she felt something wet press against her lower lips. His tongue.

Having slid down, the boy was now between her thighs, looking at her with a roguish, self-satisfied grin, while she stared at him wide-eyed.

"Where d-did you learn that from?" She gripped his hair, pulling his face closer to the needy slit.

"Saw my dad and ma..."

"Shouldn't have fucking asked... K-keep go-oing... Mhm..."

Matteo chuckled, bringing his tongue down on her pussy again, lapping at it randomly. Still, whatever he lacked in experience, he made up with enthusiasm, and she rewarded him with sweet moans of pleasure and soft scratches on the back of his head.

"Good boy... Mhm... Like that... Ah-ha... Right there..."

She guided him so that his tongue was pressed to the nub of her clit more firmly. As she rubbed against Matteo's face, the boy picked up on what he had to do and began suckling on her most sensitive spot. Loud, wet sounds were filling the glade, and Matteo's face glistened with her juices. The girl's legs spasmed, and she arched her back, pressing her cunt into his nose, desperate to get off RIGHT NOW and RIGHT THIS MOMENT, until finally she screamed in pleasure.

Her mind went completely blank, her body contorting as she came all over his face. Making shallow, sharp breaths, she slowly came to, with Matteo already lying by her side: wet, disheveled, and awfully smug.

"Here I thought your soul would leave the body."

"Room for improvement for next time?" She looked down at his trousers. "Suppose I should take care of you now."

"I appreciate the offer, but I'm alright. I think I took a toll on you already."

Her hand still trembled a bit, and for sure she felt a bit numb in certain places.

"Thanks. Though next time I'll take care of you first."

"You keep mentioning a 'next time'..."

"Surprised?"

"No, just glad there will be one."

They kissed again without biting each other this time. Listening to the running stream and enjoying the licks of sun on their faces, the young duo lay together for a bit. Finally, Matteo spoke up.

"What about the castle?"

"Huh?"

"Iricci Castle. I hear a maid there was caught stealing, they cut her hand off and gave her the boot."

"So you want me to try my luck in a place where my hand can get cut off? Thanks, but I'll stick to slaps from my dad... Many get worse anyway."

"For one, you're not planning to steal anything. Secondly, it will get you out of the village and earn you some coin... Besides, the castle is less than half a day from the village--it's no big trip. Won't it be good for you to get a change of scenery?"

"First I'd need to get the maid's place..."

"You're pretty, well-mannered, you can work hard, and take care of drunks. What else would they even want?"

Amelia bit down her lip, glancing at her lover. Maybe the idea was not so far-fetched after all.