One magic moment folded into another while Estella lay with Dravo listening to sounds of the night and the river flowing swiftly below. She caressed his chest and watched the starry skies. She remembered similar times with her beloved Proko, lying together after a sweaty tryst. Estella was savoring this time with this man. She was making plans for their future. She hoped that he'd be agreeable to her proposal. When he woke she'd fuck him like she did when she was a teenager and he was the fierce, proud, young headsman of the High Valley Clan! Thinking about those wild nights so long ago made her wet. She bit his nipple lightly, might as well wake him now.
Dravo was watching as the nearby hills took on a rosy tinge. Dawn wasn't far off and the trek to Estella's domain would continue. He was as anxious as she to be out of this hostile domain. He felt good but not particularly rested. He'd be ready to hit the trail but fucking all night was poor preparation for action. Hopefully, there'd be no excitement or surprises.
"Dravo, have you given any thought about what the future holds?" Estella was fully awake and looking at him.
"Do you mean in the next few hours?"
She poked his ribs, "No, I mean in the coming years!"
"I would prefer to survive the next few hours first and worry about the 'coming' years when and if I survive." He smiled.
"If you haven't given any thought about what you'll be doing in the next few years then you'd be a poor leader and a fool. You are neither."
"It appears to me, my good Lady Estella, that you've given enough thought about my next few years for both of us!"
"What if I have?"
"I would most grateful if you informed me about the role I'm assigned in these 'plans'."
She was silent. Dravo began to wonder about what she had to say. He said: "Unless, of course, I'm not part of those plans, and this past evenings pleasures shall be useless labor."
She snorted: "The present is past and the future is now. Is that not how the seers tell it? Your 'labors' are past and your fatigue is now!"
