Though this story is fantasy, all characters in it are of a legal age. This is a One Shot. It was written quick and dirty. Otherwise, it wouldn't meet my usual standard. Story and prose take a backseat to the erotic. Enjoy.
A Scout's Job
Roderick pinned the scout's hands over her head, pushing her back hard against the cold stone walls of the cavern. She looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Not like this." she said, averting Roderick's gaze.
"So, you don't want it? Were you only teasing me, rookie?" He feigned anger, knowing the new recruit had seemed eager to prove herself.
She was a tease for sure, even without saying a word. Her outfit was tight and meant for skulking--that only served to betray her tight looking ass and perky breasts. And her hair? It was sensibly up in a ponytail, showing off the pale skin of her graceful neckline as it sloped to her slender shoulders and prominent collar bone. It was as if she was worked by the gods just to entice him.
"It's too dangerous. What if the others see us?" her bottom lip trembled.
"Little Lina," he said her name lustfully. "Am I not enough to keep you safe?"
"But the others--,"
"Fuck the others," he interrupted. "They do what I say. Besides, our cleric is fucking the shield maiden and the two elves--," he laughed, "Well, have you ever tried to keep two elves from fucking?"
Lina gasped. "I thought they were brothers."
"No, not that that would matter. The twinks can't keep their hands off each other. Why do you think they spend so much time 'hunting' in the woods?"
The scout's face turned red and Roderick though he saw the corners of her mouth turn upwards slightly. "Surely not." She was almost smiling now.
"Trust me those two forage for nuts and berries more than the squirrels." He felt her resistance to him falter as she fell slack. He gripped her a little harder. "Look at me, not the ground."
"Yes, sorry," she winced.
Her chest rose and fell as she breathed deeply. He held her arms with one hand, allowing the other to trace her cheek. "You are lovely, you know. I could have chosen someone with more experience to work with. But then I saw you and new you were the only one who could really do the job."
"I know I am still learning, Sir, but I--,"
"No," he said, grabbing her chin and pulling it upwards. "I don't give a damn about that job. I mean this job." He kissed her, moving his free hand to her throat and squeezing slightly. At first her mouth was shut tightly, her lips pressed thinly against his. Then, he applied more pressure to her wrists and she drew a quick breath. Her defenses down, his tongue infiltrated the opening and was met with her own.
"See," he said as she recovered, a tiny rivulet of drool leaking down her chin. "You're the one for that job."
She looked away, embarrassed, shaking her head slightly. "No," she said, but her back arched slightly as her ass swayed against the wall.
"You are a sweet girl, aren't you?" Roderick asked, letting go of the scout's throat. For a moment, he could see elation in her eyes, followed by something more complex: disappointment, maybe? "You are sweet, but a liar."
