Champion

Chapter 15

Sparing a moment of attention for her 'helpless' captive, she noticed his breathing had quickened and deepened. It seems her cleavage was not easy to breathe through. Grinning she realized he was enjoying the discomfort, as his hardness grew across his hip and began poking her in the inner thigh.

"Just a few moments longer, I am almost done," she told him.

He moved his head with the barest hint of a nod. He refused to say anything again. Every time he spoke she drew his face away from her delicious t**s. No way would he separate from them again willingly. Hell, he thought to himself, it'd take a damn crowbar to pry me away at this point.

Deciding her teasing had done its job; she focused her will, and sent her magic into his wound while chanting the spell of healing. The bloody furrow in his scalp knit itself closed slowly, and the enflamed skin around the wound began to lose its reddish color. Soon the only indication of the wound was a narrow strip of scarred skin devoid of hair that sliced its way from the base of his skull to just behind his right temple, yellowed slightly as though from a few days old bruise. Pushing a bit more of her magic into his head, she felt the pounding headache he had been hiding, and just barely sensed the raging inferno of his passions. Grinning even wider in satisfied triumph, she pushed a little more of her magic in and cured his headache. She drew her magic back from him and completed her chant.

Leaning back to look him in the eye, she noticed he separated from her chest with great reluctance; and he kept his arms encircling her waist.

"The wound is nearly healed, but there is some minor bruising that was beyond my skill. Does your head feel better?"

Nodding his head, he struggled to draw forth words around the lump in his throat. It felt nearly as big as the lump she had created in his pants. Clearing his throat once, and then again, he spoke, "Much better now thank you."

"Well then stand up, so I can clean you and your clothes before we leave. You are a very dirty man right now," said while slowly adjusting her body to stand. She purred the word 'dirty' as she ground her womanhood against his bulge. If what she had just felt growing in his trousers was any indication, she would really enjoy Blessing this Champion.

Clearing his throat again, David rolled to his side and crouched up to one knee. Reaching down he tried to adjust his engorged member to a more comfortable position as stealthily as possible. He need not have bothered. Laurena saw his movements, and felt a strong swell of pride at her success. She was right. All it would take was more of this obvious teasing and flirtation. He definitely lusted after her; he just needed the proper amount of motivation.

David rose to his feet and stood before her. He wasn't sure what she meant about cleaning, but he began to hope the words 'sponge bath' were in his future. Instead he watched as Laurena chanted quietly, and his body and clothing suddenly felt refreshed. It was as though he had just stepped from a shower and put on clothes straight from the dryer. It was an amazing bit of magic, but he was a little disappointed when he realized that he was not getting the sponge bath.

"That was a surprise," he commented. "More magic?"

"Yes, it's a spell of cleansing. It is one of the first we learn in our studies, and extremely useful," she replied to his inquiry. She was amused by his naivety towards magic, and still a little flushed from the feeling of his body pressed against hers.

"Well I like it. It beats waiting in line for a hot shower and an open washing machine any day of the week."

Not recognizing what he was speaking of, but growing used to his talk of the unusual world from which he came, she just nodded in agreement.

"Can you help me saddle my horse?" she inquired of him.

"Certainly, but I've been thinking. We should load all your bags and my gear onto the horse, and walk," he said. "It will be faster in the long run, and you would have to slow to my pace anyway if I were to carry my rucksack and walk while you rode."

This sounded like a terrible idea to Laurena. Walk all the way to Wolfsvale? That wouldn't do at all. She was wearing riding boots; which were comfortable enough when mounted, but would be murder on her feet if she had to walk any distance in them. And the dirt. Her spare robes were long and flowing. While they were not as beautiful on her body as her other robes, they were still excellent at emphasizing her glorious form. They were finely crafted robes meant to entice and enflame as they flowed about her smooth legs while walking the flagstone streets of Sanctuary Port. They were not meant to be dragged along the dusty trail to Wolfsvale. She thought about how unpleasant the walk would be, and decided she would have to convince him to change his mind.

Walking close to him she reached out and rested her hands on his shoulders, pressing her succulent form to his body and tilting her head back to look at him through seductively hooded eyes. "Please Champion? Are you certain there is no other way?"

*** Are We There Yet? ***

111300MAR13 DW

Western Foothills of the Abatinus Mountains, Erosius

Laurena had been walking for hours, and her feet were killing her. They had left the narrow Snow Gap Pass, and were following the road to Wolfsvale as it paralleled the snowmelt fed Dracian River west out of the mountains. Her boots were causing painful blisters, the bottoms of her robes were dirty and travel stained from the road, and her legs were burning painfully from David's ridiculous pace. She cursed the man for the hundredth time.

She had begged him, she had pleaded with him, she had teased him with her body, and flirted with him; everything she could think of to convince him to allow her to ride Meadowgrass instead. But he had remained adamant that they could not overburden the horse, and he would not be able to travel at a reasonable pace if he had to carry his over weighted pack. He seemed to handle the rough terrain and long distance with ease, but she was miserable and it was entirely his fault; and she was determined to share that misery with him the entire time she had to walk down this horrible dirty road.

David could no longer stand the whiny b***h. She may have been the hottest woman that he had ever seen, heard off, or imagined existed; but she was also the highest maintenance. For the last six hours he had been forced to listen to her piss and moan about her rapidly dirtying robes, her sore feet, her aching legs, and now her hunger. Initially he had been sympathetic, even offering to lend her his best pair of socks to wear, once he realized the ones she had on under her boots were barely thick enough to deserve the name. They were more like hosiery. But even after he had gotten her to wear them she just started to complain that they made her boots too tight. Nothing he did seemed to make the slightest difference to this f*****g princess. She was lucky they were out of the mountains or he might have been tempted to toss her ass off a cliff by now.

Tuning out her incessant complaints, he scanned the road ahead. They had been walking for half a day and even with a short halt every hour Laurena had been insufferable. She had changed the focus of her whining for the last hour towards convincing him to stop for lunch, and he was trying to find a decent location that looked defensible, and was hard to spot from the road. He was about to give up and just park her ass next to the river. They needed to top off their water supply, and if he was really lucky she would fall in and drown.

Fantasizing about gagging and hogtying her to be dragged behind Meadowgrass, and the glorious silence that would result, he nearly missed what he had been looking for. It was a small clearing in the middle of a stand of trees right next to the river. Turning to his incessantly nagging companion, he pointed out his find.

"We can stop there for lunch. It's hard to spot from the road, close to the river, and can be easily defended."

Looking where he was pointing Laurena did not see what the big deal was. It was a patch of trees. They had walked by five patches of trees in the last hour and a half, and none of them looked any different. Why was this one so special? She said as much, voicing her complaint in the same manner she had voiced every other complaint during the long, long morning.

"Because they were too close to the road, too far from the river, on terrain that had too many blind approaches, or were in locations with no second way out, thus easy for us to become trapped in," he snapped, thoroughly tired of her negativity.

"I don't feel like dying from laziness or stupidity today, which means that as long as you are with me you won't die from them either. But I can't save you from your own laziness and stupidity after we part ways, so I suggest paying attention to what I do and why I do it if you want to continue living."

"Once I deliver you to Eros I will be granted full priestess status as a reward, and you will escort me to Calavius in gratitude for my efforts," she snapped back at him viciously, insulted by his attitude. "When I arrive there I will join their temple, and never have to travel this Eros forsaken road again. So I have no need of your advice. Besides, I traveled the road from Sanctuary Port for a week and a half without incident."

"Yeah, except for the whole getting kidn*pped and almost r***d part," he muttered under his breath, quietly enough that she did not hear him.

"Do you want to stop there or not?" he asked. "We can always keep going and just stop sooner in the evening."

"Of course I want to stop there. I wanted to stop at the last five places we passed, and every place in between, for the last two hours."

"Then we'll stop," he said. He was trying to be patient with her; she was clearly unused to walking long distances at the pace he had set. But the sleepless night and the stresses of the previous day had reduced his patience to the point he could no longer tolerate her presence. Then again, he thought to himself with a chuckle, at this point even Job might be looking for the duct tape.

Arriving at the clearing with minimal additional complaints from the unhappy woman, David tied up Meadowgrass to graze amongst the lush thick grass. Removing the bag of food stuffs from behind the saddle he pulled her nearly empty water skin from it, and tossed the bag in front of where she had sat down.

"I'm going to the river to top off water. Get some rest, eat something, and be ready to move in half an hour," he told her. Without waiting for a reply he walked to the river, hoping it would be far enough away to not hear her voice.

He found a slightly over grown footpath at the back of the clearing that led down to the riverbank. Kneeling down, he filled her water skin, and then pulled his Camelbak® off and filled it as well. He had iodine tablets to purify it, but he suspected Laurena could do the same with magic. He would ask her about it when he returned.