Apologies for cutting off mid-scene in my last chunk. I thought I had included this one in my copy-paste.
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Chapter Sixteen: A Bath, an Elfling, and an Elder
The bath was about two-thirds full, so Jorgen turned off the water and stepped into the tub. He felt his stress fading almost immediately. The huge man settled into the bath. He could sit cross-legged, or lean back and prop his legs on the opposite edge. Jorgen opted for the latter and was soon lounging comfortably in hot, steaming water.
The barbarian amused himself for a few minutes watching his soft thick cock bobbing in the water. He tried not to take it for granted. He knew it was a blessing.
Jorgen dozed off for a few minutes but managed to wake himself. He wanted to bathe before bed. But he realized he didn't have any soap. Looking around, he found a small shelf on the wall behind the tub. It contained several glass bottles, a sponge, and a familiar bar of soap. The big man washed his golden mane of hair and his not-so-short beard. The hair was a bit of a chore, but long hair was standard in his father's tribe, and it felt natural to Jorgen. He had stopped braiding it at some point during the war, and despite the occasional convenience, he liked the feeling of his shaggy length shifting as he turned, or being lifted by the wind. It just felt right. He was pretty well-groomed otherwise, he felt. He would sharpen his knife and do some trimming soon. Finally, Jorgen used the soap and the sponge to scrub down his body until he felt like a new man.
Standing up, the barbarian grabbed one of the large towels he'd laid on a table that sat between the washbasin and the tub. He went to work on drying his hair, which took a few minutes. Then he used the second towel on the rest of his massive body. Then, the big naked human happened to glance up at the mirror.
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Elder Tiana had sent Lys to notify the barbarian the he would be joining her for breakfast in the morning. The elder was adamant that young Lys keep her distance and do not tarry. As a young high elf noble without an immediate marriage prospect worthy of her family, Lys had been sent from Nathelas to serve as the elder's handmaiden. She didn't mind the work and the elder was pleasant most of the time, but this backwater village was so boring.
Lys climbed down the spiral stairs from the second level down into the guest building, and to the northern guest room. She peeked in the door and didn't see anyone, so the barbarian probably wasn't here. Being a curious eighteen year-old, Lys of course decided to snoop through the human's belongings. Who wouldn't. As she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was the smell.
"What is that?" the slender elfling wondered, wandering around the room. She was distracted from the scent when she noticed the barbarian's belongings laying on the floor next to the wardrobe.
Lys found a dirty pack, dirty belt, some dirty boots, a well-used knife, and a beautiful custom bow. She poked through the pack and only found some small wood carvings, a blanket, some jerky and hard tack, a water skin, some rope and other camping supplies, a pouch of wooden coins, and another pouch of gold, silver and bronze ones, that she recognized as Areisian currency.
Feeling a little let down by the mundane possessions of this exotic barbarian, she was getting ready to leave when she caught a strong whiff of the mysterious scent. Then she heard a splash from the bathroom.
"He's here!" Thought Lys, moving to leave before she was discovered. Then she remembered her task and knew that if elder Tiana found out that the barbarian had been here, but that Lys had not delivered the message, she would be auditing ledgers for a month, which was the elder's favorite punishment for her young handmaiden.
Lys stood in the middle of the guest room, frozen in indecision. She was starting to sweat and feel a little weird. Finally, she gulped and made up her mind. She needed to get this over with.
She should have called out.
The slender young elf reached the bathroom door and looked in. She had to cover her mouth to stay quiet, she'd almost squeaked! What was this?
Reclining in the tub was the biggest person, or animal, or anything she'd ever seen. He had a long golden mane, and beautiful tan skin. The massive muscles of his broad shoulders and long thick arms were too outrageously huge and sculpted to be real. It wasn't possible. And the muscular lines on those long, powerful, well-defined legs, propped up as they were on the far edge of the tub, were mesmerizing.
"How can a back be that broad? The humans in Nathelas look NOTHING like that. Is he even real?" the youthful blonde elf wondered. Her mouth was hanging in disbelief. And something else.
The barbarian was faced away from her, and he appeared to be sleeping. She studied the lines of his massive form, eyes roaming back and forth and over again. The young elf hadn't moved since she first saw the man, she just couldn't look away. Then she focused on the water at the middle of his body, where there was something floating. She was starting to feel dizzy, and her nostrils were flaring, enticed by that smell.
"It must be his scent," she thought. "And what is that floating thing?"
Her small breasts felt tender under her tunic, and she was feeling an odd tingling from her woman parts. "What is going on? And what is that floa-"
"Oh goddess."
"Oh."
It bobbed and rolled with the big man's breathing.
"That's not possible."
Lys had the memories like any elf. She'd seen sex and humans and humans having sex. Elves usually started integrating that knowledge as puberty kicked in. She'd only started seeing the more dirty stuff last year, but now those memories were as familiar as her own. Especially the ones featuring human males. And their penises.
Which didn't look anything like the thick bobbing head she was seeing now. As the massive human breathed in, his cock would roll away from Lys, to the right, and she could see his shaft, or some of it.
It was soft, and as big as her slender forearm. As he breathed out, his cock would roll towards the awestruck elfling, and the huge slit of his massive, ridged, plum-sized cock head seemed to wink at her.
She understood this feeling now. It was lust. The massive barbarian's masculine scent, his masculine body, his massive, masculine COCK. She wanted to do things to that cock but she' didn't know what. All she could do was stare. She was sweating and her virgin womanhood felt gooey, and her underwear were soaked. Lys felt a strange hollowness inside.
She was wearing her usual green tunic that night. She hadn't bothered with leggings today, as warm as it was. She wore a pair of comfortable sandals and had the silver chain her sister had given her on her slender right ankle.
So when the elfling's hand reached under the hem of her short little tunic, there was only the thin, soaking wet linen of her skimpy undershorts in the way. She slipped that to the side.
Lys instinctively spread her legs and leaned against the doorframe, holding herself with her left hand while her right explored her folds.
Her big sister, Earys, was Lys's idol. She was only thirty-eight, just barely out of her own adolescence, but she seemed so adult to her little sister, who idolized her.
Last winter, Earys had taught Lys how to pleasure herself.
The slender young elf was putting that to good use now. Still devouring the massive golden-maned barbarian with her innocent eyes, Lys started by tracing gentle circles over her outer lips, spreading her lubrication and enjoying the sensations that seemed to rise and fall in harmony with the giant man's gentle breathing, and the slow roll of his thick fleshy cock.
Back, and forth, up, and down. Lys's delicate fingers were slipping into her folds now, still gently caressing and tracing in time with the roll of the mesmerizing human cock.
"It's a human cock! Oh Goddess this is so wrong. So oOOhh wronnngg."
Lys slapped her left hand over her mouth, almost falling in the process.
"I am such a slut. A horny slutty elf that wants nothing but human cock. So slutty, so wrong so so bad so much cock."
The young elf was working herself more vigorously now, even dipping her fingertips into her shallow channel. Earys had showed her where her maidenhood was, and made her feel it. She could only go in about an inch, but she felt a powerful desire to just plunge her fingers deep inside. "Just slam them in, like a big human cock," she fantasized.
Lys dismissed the thought and kept her purity intact for at least little longer.
She was getting close. She had to be quiet. The slender elfling dropped her underwear, which slid down her long, coltish legs, pooling at her feet. She slipped off her sandals then grabbed the thin, wet cloth with the dexterous toes on her elegant right foot, and lifted them with a graceful agility that defied the awkwardness of her long legs.
Never stopping her self-pleasure, Lys plucked the underwear out of her dainty toes with her left hand. Then she balled up the small piece of fabric and shoved it in her filthy, slutty mouth.
"Such a filthy, slutty, mouth, sucking on my own slutty juices. Oh goddess what do a man's juices taste like? Do they taste as good as they smell?"
Lys eyed the long slit on the huge head of the barbarian's cock. She could taste it from there. She could suck it right from the source. She loved his cock. She could be his slave. She loved him. What was his name?
"Oh goddess I'm going to come. Ohh I want to touch it. Squeeze it nmmmmm rub it all over me."
She moaned through the fabric in her mouth. There was no way the human heard that. "Right?" she hoped.
He moved. "He's sitting up. What am I doing?"
Lys couldn't stop, she kept touching her lips, pushing into her center, rolling her engorged clit. Her boyish hips were pumping against her hand now, her palm grinding her clit and her delicate fingers tickling her hymen.
"He's w-washing his hair. He's not going to turn around. That's good mmmmm because I'm not stopping."
The slender elfling was leaning heavily on the door now. Her legs felt weak and her breath was coming in soft gasps. Her middle felt empty, even emptier than before.
