We both started to move in again, lips parting, ready for another kiss which I really hoped might escalate. Then as soon as our lips touched, Ilnara pulled away and winced.
"Sorry this is just a bit odd," she said.
"Which part? This whole situation has been odd." I said.
"You're just so... young." she said.
"This again?," I frowned, "From my point of view you're just old."
"You're only a year older-"
"Than your little sister," I finished her sentence for her, "Well, if you were human, you could be a grandmother by now." Ilnara shivered and winced at that thought.
"I can't imagine aging that fast," she said, "That sounds terrifying."
"Well to me, a decades-long childhood sounds terrifying," I said.
"To you childhood must have seemed like a flash," she said, "How is that enough time to learn anything?"
"There's a lot you can do in twenty-five years," I explained, "What have you done for example?"
She thought about it for a moment relaxing in the radiance of the holy sword.
"Well, I grew into a woman," she began, "I became a master with the sword and the bow, and I've been on enough adventures to fill a bard's repertoire for years. I've traveled to every corner of the continent, almost died several times, and lost some good friends."
"See, twenty-five years is a long time," I said, "I grew from a boy into a man, became a criminal, then turned my life around and became a paladin. I have also mastered the sword, been on several adventures of my own, and saved my city from a demonic horde. I've had my share of lessons, loss, and lovers just like I'm sure you have, just a bit more accelerated." I didn't mean to accentuate that last point, about lovers, I was just listing off things I've done, but it made Ilnara blush again and she refused to make a eye-contact.
"You said you were almost sixty. You have been with a man before, right?" I asked.
"Actually..." Ilnara said sheepishly.
"No way!" I said, "You're a virgin? Sixty-years-old and you're still a virgin?"
"Fifty-nine," she said, "and you don't have to rub it in."
"I'm sorry, I meant no offense," I said.
"I told you. You're just... young," she said, "I wasn't an adult during the last breeding cycle so I wasn't able to join a harem. Fifty-four, that's when we reach maturity."
"Humans reach adulthood at eighteen," I said.
"Huh. I actually envy your people for that," she said, "It must be nice to get through puberty in just a couple of years instead of a decade-long slog."
"There, see. It's not all bad," I said, "How about this: we treat each other by our apparent ages. I won't treat you like an old woman, or a naive young girl who's just starting to experience the world."
"And I won't treat you like a child," she said in reply.
"Equals?" I asked and offered my free hand.
"Equals," she said with a grin and a hearty hand-shake, "So, where were we?" she asked sliding into my lap.
"I'm afraid I have to keep one hand on this sword or the light will go out," I said.
"That's fine," she replied, "Maybe we can go all the way some other time."
We spent the rest of the night relaxing in each other's company, keeping each other warm, and exploring each other's bodies. And my was there a lot to explore. Neither of us had ever been this close to one of the other's race. We were obviously similar, she was half-human after all, but we both seemed to delight in finding out how we were different.
While most of her skin was smooth like a human's, much of her body was covered in fine, purple scales. It was smooth in some places, rough in others, and I loved the tingling sensation as I brushed my fingers over them. Eventually, her tail grabbed hold of my hand, wrapped around my wrist and up my forearm like a snake. Meanwhile she massaged my chest and arms.
"Heh heh. You're so hairy!" she giggled, "We don't usually have any hair below our noses." I honestly didn't think I was all that hairy from the neck down, but sure enough, I didn't find a single hair on her entire body. I finally worked my hand free of her tail and ran my fingers through her hair as she continued her massage. Eventually, I left her hair alone and moved on to her horns.
She shivered like they were ticklish and I asked, "Do you have feeling in your horns?"
"Just a little bit," she said, "I definitely felt that." Then she twisted so she could look me in the eyes. She glanced down at her own body as if daring me to explore her more intimate parts. She just took initiative anyway when she grabbed my hand and made me grab hold of her breasts.
"There, I think these are much more interesting to play with," she said. Since she was apparently just coming out of youth (at fifty-nine) she hadn't quite grown into her breasts yet. They were firm, and small enough to cup in one hand, but they were also perfectly shaped and her nipples were as hard as my cock. For her part, she wasted no time in giving that part of me some attention as well. Knowing she was still a virgin, her initial hesitation made sense, but she was clearly eager and curious at the same time.
"Is it really sensitive?" she asked.
"Yes," I said bluntly, "Parts of it moreso than others. I like a woman focusing on my sack and the very tip." She cocked her head inquisitively as she cupped my sack in one hand and massaged my glans with her other palm.
"Gently," I squeaked when she started squeezing a little too hard. She loosened her grip immediately and looked up at me frequently for confirmation that she was doing it right and I nodded my approval. Not wanting to be too selfish, I stopped fondling her tit and slowly caressed her taught, muscular body down to her womanhoodand, rubbing it through the fabric of her undergarments. A little moan escaped her lips and she redoubled the attention she was giving me in return. Next I told her to start stroking my shaft and she excitedly complied after spitting on it for some lubrication. With both hands, she started pumping my cock while I ran my thumb in circles around her clit. Her underwear was positively soaked with her juices and she could only moan every time she opened her mouth.
We climaxed with the sunrise, gasping with delight as the first light peeked over the mountains. Ilnara arched her back and leaned into my chest as she quivered and squirmed in my lap. I finally let go of the sword (the actual steel sword, not my dick) and wrapped my arms around her, cupping her tits as I shot a load of my cum into the water off the side of the raft. When the waves of pleasure subsided, we toppled over and she rolled on top of me. My still semi-hard cock between her thighs and her breasts squished up against my chest.
Our heartbeats seemed like they were in perfect sync with each other and I kissed my newest lover in the cold morning air. She broke away first and laid her head in the crook of my neck, sniffing deeply as she inhaled my scent, and then gave a satisfied sigh.
"My first orgasm with a man," she whispered into my ear.
"I'd love to lay here with you all day," I said, "but we got a long of day of travel ahead of us."
"Right," she said, "Nelanthas awaits." She left another kiss on my cheek and then climbed off of me.
After retrieving our clothes (with an impromptu reverse striptease from Ilnara), we were finally underway. I asked her where exactly we were going, and she pointed to a gap in the mountains explaining the marshes flowed into a river that cut through there. Then we would catch the main road and follow the river downstream to Nelanthas.
"You said two days, right?" I asked. She didn't seem to hear me though while she hummed a tune I didn't recognize and beaming with pure satisfaction on her face. Her movements were more like dancing rather than walking. She even twirled occasionally, letting her cloak, hair, and tail whip freely around her. She was definitely acting more like a nineteen-year-old girl who has almost lost her virginity than a sixty-year-old crone.
"Ilnara," I tried to get her attention, "Hey, Nari!"
"Hmmm?" she turned a little too quickly and some of her hair got caught in her face. She giggled and brushed it away and I thought that if this is what she was like after just foreplay, I couldn't wait see what she would be like after sex.
"Did you say something?" she asked looking me over approvingly. My clothes were still a little bit damp because the fire had been out most of the night, so they clung tight giving her an enticing look at my muscles. I snapped her out of it when she started looping her tail through her fingers and biting her lip.
She blinked then shook her head and said, "Wow, sorry. I'm distracted by last night."
"Take it easy," I said, "Don't get so distracted that we're in danger."
"Sorry, it's just... I've never done that with a man," she said breathlessly,
"Well I wish I could have done more," I said, "But I was a bit preoccupied."
"How did you know that trick with the sword was even going to work?" she asked.
"I'll be honest, I didn't," I said, "It wasn't my magic, it was forged by a true dragon, on this very planet actually."
"That's awfully convenient," Ilnara said, "What were you asking about earlier?"
"Nevermind," I said, "I'll find out when I find out. Speaking of convenience, what were you doing out here anyway?"
"Nothing," she sighed, "Just... chasing a myth." I silently prodded her for more info so she continued.
"I'm looking for the final resting place of one of my ancestors," she said, "A king named Xaidecrun. He died in battle somewhere in these marshes and took an artifact with him to his death.
"Wait so you're royal blood?" I asked, "If I'd known I-"
"Oh shut up, Adiran," she groaned, "A third of all Sindarans alive have some royalty in them. He was my third-great-grandfather and my last male ancestor. Supposedly his daughter, my second-great-grandmother, left him to die in these fields, took the artifact for herself, and with his last breath he cursed her bloodline."
