Aramil Liadon, elven ranger, smiled as Treyvon praised him. The bowsmith was turning the length of wood over in his hands and staring at it wide-eyed. Clearly he was delighted in the wood that Aramil had found.
Except of course that Aramil had not truly found it. Instead it had been given to him by Polissa, Treyvon's daughter, on the condition that he fuck her. She now stood in the doorway smiling naughtily at him, the secret safe with her.
But Aramil did not have time to linger on those memories for long. Soon enough Treyvon had set aside the length of wood with another stunned mumble before turning back to Aramil.
"Aramil, that is the best length of wood I have seen in years. It is fantastic, perfect for bowmaking," he said, shaking his head in wonder. "Yet you are not done. You must still construct the rest of the bow and for that you must head into the forest. You will need to find something to serve as a string and you will also need something such as an oil or balm in order to treat the wood."
Aramil bowed. "Very well, master Treyvon. I shall head into the forest at once."
Treyvon laughed heartily. "You do not need to go alone, Aramil. I have been told that Ranger Lucia is waiting on the outskirts of the village for you. She will take you further."
Ranger Lucia was one of the elves who guarded the forest. The village took the protection of the forest very seriously and there were always a few rangers who patrolled and defended it. Often they did not return to the village for weeks at a time but they all enjoyed their role. For a while Aramil had considered joining their number when he had taken The Testing.
He thanked Treyvon and left the man's treehouse, before turning and walking to the edge of the village. If Lucia was waiting for him he did not want to delay her.
He saw her under the boughs of a great tree and she smiled pleasantly at him as he approached. Aramil smiled back and could not help but look her up and down. He hoped she did not notice.
She was beautiful. Her blue eyes sparkled with warmth and her curly blonde hair fell loose about her shoulders, her pointed ears sticking up through it. He had never met a non-elf (those closest he had come was Narlissa who was a half-elf) and he thought he would find it very odd to see other races out in the world without pointed ears.
She was of average height for an elven woman, probably about 5'1", and the equivalent of a human in her late-twenties. Her armour was tight enough to reveal her large breasts and slender body. She wore tight leather pants that were stitched at the side and leather corset that pushed her cleavage upwards. Aramil had no doubt she wore it for the comfort, protection and agility that it provided but he could not help appreciating it for the wonderful view instead. A long cloak and leather bracers and boots completed her outfit.
"Good afternoon, Aramil," Lucia said then.
He smiled at her, his blood heating up at the prospect of spending some time alone with this beautiful blonde elf. He knew that nothing would happen between them but that did not stop his cock from twitching at the thought of it. He did not know why he was suddenly so horny all the time but he could not complain about it.
Lucia seemed to know all about his task but that did not surprise Aramil. After all she would surely have been informed about why she was leading him to the woods. Aramil was grateful to have some help at least.
They set off into the woods and Aramil enjoyed their pleasant conversation. They journeyed deeper into the forest as the day wore on and Lucia explained to him that she could not help him complete both of his tasks but as long as he did not tell anyone she was willing to help him with one of them. There was a tree in the forest that produced the most amazing sap that could be used for treatment of a bow. Whilst she was sure that he would discover it on his own she thought it would simply be quicker if she showed him.
Aramil was grateful for that but he was even more grateful that she was so gorgeous. As the afternoon turned to evening he slowly grew more and more horny. Whilst he tried to be subtle about it, Lucia was stunning and he could not help checking her out. He knew he would have to disappear into the trees at some point and relieve his horniness otherwise he would probably embarrass himself.
After a few hours of travelling they found themselves standing in front of a great tree. Lucia gestured towards it.
"The tree I discussed," she smiled. "Though I'm not sure how much you were listening. You seemed to be staring at my ass for most of the journey." She winked.
Aramil stuttered in surprise. Lucia laughed, waving him towards the tree. Ignoring the embarrassment and sudden horniness that flooded into him at her words he climbed the branches. Drawing a vial from his pouch he cut a small hole in the tree with his knife and allowed the sap to drip into the vial. He did not want to take too much so when he felt he had enough he smeared his finger over the hole so that the sap would dry up and seal it.
Then he climbed down and Lucia smiled at him. It was starting to grow dark.
"Well, we should make camp for the night," Lucia said matter-of-factly. Aramil could not disagree. They had travelled far in the forest that day and even if they woodwalked it would take a few hours to return to the village. Besides, he had not yet found something suitable for a bowstring and so could not return to the village anyway.
"I agree," he said, starting to set up his tent. He noticed that Lucia did not bother with her own.
"I will deal with my tent when I have set the fire up," she laughed, clearly noticing his expression. "First, I want to get some warmth and light in the forest, however."