Grimbol the Slayer. Chapter 2

They had to keep moving at night, for that is when the foul beasts are active, Grimbol had told her. So they walked along the river through the moonlight. Fortunately, Grimbol had exceptional night vision–his eyes seemed to reflect any available glimmers–and the elf girl, Aalina she had introduced herself as, could see the auras of living things even in total darkness. And so, they were well-equipped for nocturnal travel.

Several hours and many miles later, the sun rose, and the pair stopped to rest. Exhausted and sore as she was from the night’s exertions, Aalina felt obliged to repay Grimbol for rescuing her. The woodland folk she grew up among were a free-loving society. Unlike in most human cultures, the natural sexual curiosity and explorations of young elves were encouraged, and thus she was quite adept at all manner of earthly pleasures despite her youth (just 29-years, barely an adult among the long-lived races.) Her womanhood had been painfully torn the night before, but she was ready and willing to offer Grimbol other forms of entertainment.

He had just returned from gathering wood and had begun to assemble a fire. Aalina retreated down the embankment toward the slow-moving river and began humming sweetly as she disrobed. Her ruined skirt had been replaced by ungainly curtain material held up by a length of rope, which she now untied. The cloth dropped to the ground, revealing her pale legs and buttocks. She was very slim but muscular, the body of a dancer. She reached the shore, removed her soft leather vest, lifted her ivory-colored blouse over her head, and hung both from a nearby tree branch.

His concentration relaxed now that the fire was crackling happily in front of him, Grimbol stretched his arms and glanced around for Aalina to ensure her safety. Her soft humming drew his attention, and he looked toward the river. The newly risen sun glinted on the ripples of water, casting dancing rays of light over the elf girl’s naked form. She faced away, with an arm raised, splashing water over the faint sprinkling of blonde hair in her armpit. As she arched her back gracefully, the side of her petite breast came into view, a pale silhouette against the bright sun. Grimbol believed he should look away, but the sight was so enticing, he could not. As he watched, Aalina slowly bent forward, and between her beautiful rounded cheeks he could just make out her tiny, pouting lips. The man felt an urgent stirring in his loins and wrenched his eyes away self-consciously.

A few minutes later, Grimbol heard the elf girl’s footsteps and dared again to look in her direction.