A/N: The setting is Piazo's Golarion campaign setting, with elements of my own creation. The characters are my character (Ravin) and my ex girlfriend's (Sylenda). This story is part of a larger story of a (mostly) non sexual nature. That will be posted on my personal website.
My hunting blind is positioned on the side of field, right at the tree line outside of town. Usually when I am here, the sun is just coming up, not going down, but as I look out the window, the western sun is shooting blindingly into my eyes. Good thing I was going to close them any way.
My eyes close as I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. I reach my hands down and run them through long locks of red hair. Not my red hair, but the hair of Sylenda, the most recent prey to fall into my net of charm. She looks up at me; her green eyes alight with nervous energy. Something about this is wrong, but the way her tongue flicks across my head is oh so right.
Her dainty hand begins to stroke my cock starting at the base. A mist of white flows out of her mouth around my member, making it shutter. We came out here to get away from the crowded city. Not that the city it's self was crowded, but the buildings inside of it were. The blanket of snow on the ground and the sharp bite in the air has driven all but the most rugged of woodsmen to the hearth side. That one woodsman and this girl.
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I met her at the Suther Brother's Brewery. She showed up there in the last few months, even though I had seen her around town. Before that she was always a trouble maker who lived at the inn. Every time I asked Julia about her, Julia would say that her parents had paid for her to stay there for a while they were off on an expedition into the ruins that lay in the Shimmer Glens. They had been exploring the ruins for 12 years now.
Sylenda and Molly are usually at the bar. The two of them were friends and I hardly ever saw them separate. When Molly was at work tending bar, Sylenda was there, usually drinking or dealing a game of poker. When Molly was off work, the two of them were usually shopping down in the market district.
When they were at play, the pair were usually seen bringing a man back to Molly's cabin, or they brought home only a bottle of Old Suther's finest. Either way, they had fun.
I found her earlier today sitting at the brewery alone. "I couldn't help but notice that your friend is gone." I say, taking a seat next to her at the bar. Old man Suther turns and looks at me from the back. His eyes a warning against foul play.
"She told me that she was on a date." Sylenda said, looking dejected. "Something her family put her up to."
I softened my eyes and I turned slightly towards her. "You look sad. Can I buy you a drink to ease the pain?" Her eyes looked hesitantly at me, as if trying to see what my angle is. Good thing I didn't have one. I smiled back widely and moved back a little bit, trying to show her that I was not a threat.
"Brandy. From six winters ago." She said, turning and looking back down at the table.
I called out the order to the old man and I slid him a few silver. He pockets the coins and comes back with two glasses and a bottle. Pouring a few fingers into each, he slid the glasses towards us. I reached down to sip at the powerful liquor. I felt a harsh burn as it touched my tongue. Then a sweet after taste, like a late autumn day. She takes the drink and slams it all down.
"Now a stout!" She calls to the brewer. He brings us two mugs and two bottles of brown liquid and sets them in front of us.
She opens the bottle and starts downing it quickly. The old man looks at me and holds up two fingers. I give him two more silver coins. She slams down her bottle and grabs my beer and begins drinking that too.
"Now some wine!" she called to no one in particular. Her voice echoes around the at that point empty bar. The old man came back with a bottle of wine and moved his hand horizontally across the bar. His way of saying "you are cut off." In less words of course.
She grabbed the bottle in one hand and my hand in the other and dragged me out into the street, leaving my brandy behind on the bar. I go with her outside and she turns to me. "Know anywhere where we can get some privacy?" she asked me, her cheeks flushed from the cold.
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Sylenda's lips wrapped tightly around my throbbing cock. Her tongue gently coaxing me closer and closer to this blow jobs inevitable conclusion. As her hands caress my member and thigh, I begin to quake. I look down at her and see that her black cloak has fallen aside, showing her riding pants and shirt more clearly. The black leather of her riding pants shows off a nicely curved ass and the green of her shirt parts to show her well formed breasts.
My cock quivers and shakes and pulses, as she pulls off of it, letting the cold air get to it. It contracts ever so slightly because of the cold, pushing a bead of precum up to the tip where the red head's sensual tongue laps it up into her mouth. She smiles and sits up, giving me a better look at her body. She takes a swig of wine and then eyes me with need in her eyes.
"So am I going to do all the work here?" She asks, a slight grin escaping her mouth. I lean forward and begin kissing gently at her neck. My kisses work their way up to her lips where we meet face to face for the first time. Her kisses are electric and her breath is sweet underneath all the alcohol in it.
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I led her through the forest. All the leaves were deep reds, changing in shade to the dark browns which heralded the coming of winter.
"So I didn't catch your name. What is it again?" she said, walking next to me in the forest. Her height about half a foot short of my six feet. "Ravin," I told her. "You are Sylenda Galyis correct?"
"Ravin." She paused as if contemplating the name. "I like it. It sounds powerful." Her voice grew a little bit sensual when she said 'powerful'. "Almost," a pause as she ran her tongue around her lips, evoking my member. "Dominating." She looks up at me, need in her eyes as we walk down the trail. I would had to of been an idiot to miss the lust in that.
The afternoon sun shines off of her beautiful red hair. Her skin is pale and beautiful, free of imperfections save a spray of freckles across her face, and her voice smooth as honey. The curves of her body appealing but only seen in glimpses because of her long cloak. I couldn't wait to take off that cloak and get a better look at what lay underneath
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My hands find the highest button on her shirt as our lips meet for a second time and I work at undoing it. Once the first is done, I continue working my way down until her breasts are laid bare. Perky mounds of soft, supple flesh. A little more than a handful apiece and topped with rosy circles of sensitive flesh.
My hands find their way down to an exposed breast and I gently squeeze at it. Her body shutters as my grip releases. My fingers then begin to explore every curve as my tongue explores every crevasse in her mouth. Slowly, my fingers find their way to Sylenda's nipple. Running my finger around it I find that her arousal is peaking.
Our lips part and I begin planting kisses on her neck again, working my way down to her chest, finally to her breasts. My other hand works its way up the curve of her waist and onto her other breast. I begin to suckle her hard, erect nipple and she lets out a moan of pure pleasure.
My left hand begins to work at her breast more feverishly as my anticipation grows. Her moans grow louder. Her sighs higher and more breathy. One of her hands caresses my body and the other works its way down to her belt. The hand slides inside her pants and finds her spot. She tenses for a second and then all the tension releases. She slowly traces a line to my chin with her finger tips. Everywhere she touches pleasure is evoked. Two fingers touch my chin and lift me off of her perky nipple. "I am thirsty. Care to give me a drink?"
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I was planning on taking her to the river, but the snow began. At first we pressed on as small wet flakes hit us. The sky was quickly turning to grey as a storm from the north rolling in off the mountains. The mountains caused storms to blow in quickly. So quick, you hardly have but thirty minutes warning. We were not going to make it to the river. But my hunting blind was just off the beaten path.
"So Sylenda, do you do this often?" I asked, still being led by the hand.
"Usually I go tag team with my friend Molly, but it looks like I have all the pleasure to myself this time." She said, stopping and reaching her hand to inspect the goods. I grinned as she found that I am ready for action. She smiled and turned to start leading me again.
"So how much further to the river?" she asked me. "It is looking like we won't make it to the river. That storm coming off the Skull Mountains is looking like it is going to be a bad one. But we can ride it out in my hunting blind if you want." "Is it close?" "Just on the other side of this stand of trees." I said as we continued walking down the path.
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I sit back against the wall of my blind and stroke my still hard cock as she, only using one hand because the other is still occupied, crawls over to where I am sitting. Her mouth opens and sinks down on my cock. I feel it hit the back of her mouth and she keeps it there. She sucks and I feel my self begin to quiver a bit as her tongue runs its course up and down the underside of my shaft.
She pulls back a tiny bit and then with her free hand, gently caresses my balls. This causes me to spasm in surprise and I pass the point of no return. Up and down her mouth rocks. Her hand cradles my balls and I feel her play with them. She sucks harder and harder, and after not too much more of that, I begin to cum into her mouth. She swallows every string as it shoots out. Greedily slurping my cock to get every drop. I lean back, content with the world, and let the world go black.
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I awake some time later to find her laying on top of me, shivering. "Everything okay Sylenda?"
