All the Fuss

He led her to a small outbuilding where she found a fair array of wooden swords, daggers, and shields. Upon picking up the first one that looked to be the right length, she found them to be weighted to approximate a real weapon. The balance didn't feel right, though.

She tried two more before discovering one that felt natural in her hand. Upon stepping out of the building and giving it a few swings, she said, "This will work."

Jorfal chuckled and said, "Smarter than most of the recruits, that's for sure. Most of them grab the first one that comes to hand."

He then reached into the building and above the doorway to retrieve his weapon, which was a little broader of blade and slightly longer than the one Christi had selected.

"Two of three touches — blades only?" he asked.

Christi nodded, as it was a fairly standard set of rules meaning no kicks, fists, or wrestling.

The reason for the oppressive humidity announced itself with a rumble of thunder a moment later. A storm was rolling in, and it was doing so rapidly.

He looked toward the lightning-streaked clouds and said, "That could make things interesting."

"If it takes that long," Christi said confidently as she strode over to where she'd observed the men sparring earlier in the day.

Jorfal laughed and pulled off his shirt before taking up a position opposite her.

She couldn't help but look. Though he was much older — closer to her father's age than hers — he had a broad, muscular chest peppered with scars. His muscles working beneath the skin as he extended his sword toward her set off a chilly tingle between her legs.

But, there was a battle to be won.

She crossed her sword with his. After a tap, they both dropped into fighting crouches.

Christi knew he had an advantage in both reach and strength. That meant she had to use her speed to overcome it. It was nothing new, as that was the case with her father and brothers as well.

He attacked first with a stab toward her mid-section. She cleanly deflected the blow and danced to the side, not letting him close with her. Before she could counter, he launched a swipe at her arm, and she batted it away. This time, she was able to take a slash at him, stealing the momentum of his first assault.

Back and forth they went — wooden swords cracking and hissing as they traded blows. Sweat soon poured from both of their bodies in the humid air, but he was a seasoned veteran, and she was hardly a novice. Though she'd never seen real battle, she'd been tested time and time again by her father and brothers.

It wasn't one of them she faced this time, though. Mingling with the adrenaline of battle was something else — quite unexpected. It began as the faintest of hints, and rapidly swelled as they continued the dance of combat.

Christi was aroused.

The first blast of wind from the coming storm hit them, raising gooseflesh on their sweat-soaked skin. Dust and grit rode on the powerful gust, joining the sweat already stinging Christi's eyes. She saw the thrust coming, and brought her sword into line, but it was a fraction of a second too late to resist his strength.

Christi grunted as the tip of his sword jabbed into her shoulder.

"Point," he declared as he withdrew the weapon.

"Point," she agreed. If it had been a real fight, the cut would have certainly slowed her down.

"Got the dirt out of my eyes a little quicker," he said as he stepped back toward the starting position.

A tickle arose between her legs when a fresh rush of wetness gathered there. The arousal that had bubbled up within her wasn't ebbing in the slightest. Her heart raced from the combined excitement of battle and desire as she watched him lift his sword.

The wind continued unabated — gusting even more powerfully as the storm drew closer. The first sprinkles blew in as Christi took her place opposite her opponent, and increased to a downpour when they crossed their wooden swords.

Once again, the battle was joined. Christi danced on light feet, deflecting his powerful blows and seeking openings to make her own attacks. The driving rain soon made the footing treacherous, but she compensated and kept the pressure on. Within a minute, her clothing was saturated, and her shirt grew transparent — clinging to her like a second skin.

His eyes focused on them for only a moment, but when he glanced at her all-but-bare breasts, she was ready. The point of her sword darted in toward his chest, and his parry was too slow. Exaltation welled up within her as the wooden weapon stabbed into his shoulder — almost a mirror blow to his that ended the previous round.

"Point," he said, and then laughed. "Caught me out there."

Christi smiled and pushed a lock of sodden hair away from her forehead and eyes, making absolutely no effort to conceal her attributes. A chill shot up her spine when he openly admired them.

Before they could prepare for the deciding round, a deafening crack of thunder sounded, startling them both. The brilliant flash drew their eyes to where the bolt had slammed into the earth — far too close for comfort.

Shouting over yet another roar of thunder, Jorfal said, "Why don't we call this one a draw for now, before the gods get in the game?" Christi nodded, and he yelled, "This way."

She jogged at his side, once again catching his eyes gravitating toward her bouncing breasts. He led her around the barracks to a smaller building in the back and jerked the door open to let her in.

Christi dashed in out of the rain and took in her surroundings. The place was small — consisting only of the room she was standing in, and a bedroom without a door beyond. It was sparsely furnished, but decorated with martial trophies.

Jorfal shook the water out of his hair and tossed his wooden blade on the table. "Have a seat. It may be a draw, but I'll buy you a drink anyway."

"Works for me," she said as she put her sword down and pulled out one of the plain wooden chairs.

"You can scrap, that's for sure," he said as he retrieved a jug from a shelf. "Not afraid to say I'm glad it was pissing and pouring so nobody saw me lose that point to a girl, though. Your brothers have been the only other ones to give me a workout in ages."

Christi chuckled and grabbed the cup he sat down in front of her. His clothes were clinging to him as well, and with him standing next to her, she could see a rather intriguing silhouette beneath his pants.

He poured a small amount of clear liquid into her cup. "They call this White Lightning. Fits that mess outside. It kicks like a mule."

She knew the corn liquor well, as she'd been sneaking it from her father's stash for some time. The momentary flash of shock on his face when she tossed back the potent brew changed to one of respect as she sat the cup down.

"Well, damn me. You fight and drink like a man, even if you damn sure don't look like one." He laughed and poured his own drink.

Christi's arousal reached a fever pitch. She knew there was supposed to be a kind of dance to the whole thing, but she was in no mood to wait. The ache between her legs was screaming for attention now, and she had a man right in front of her who seemed to be interested in helping her with that.

It was time to find out what all the fuss was about.

When Jorfal downed his drink, she stood up and said, "Think I'm going to get out of these wet clothes."

"If you don't wait out the storm first, you're just going to get wetter." His voice trailed off and his eyes widened when she pulled her shirt over her head.

She was positive that she couldn't get any wetter. She was practically dripping.

Without another word, she turned and strutted toward the bed. The creak of his chair sliding away from the table sounded before she'd even taken a step, and she heard his boots clunking on the boards right behind her.

She had just enough time to turn and face him at the side of the bed before he caught up with her. The look in his eyes was far different from that of the boys she was used to. He had a confidence that they lacked, and he demonstrated it by reaching up to squeeze her breasts.

"Haven't seen a pair this nice in a dog's age," he said as he squeezed and teased her nipples with his thumbs.

A touch of anxiety mingled with the intense pleasure, and she couldn't think of a response. He grinned, apparently not expecting one, and leaned down.

Christi gasped when his lips engulfed her nipple. He sucked and teased the stiff point with his tongue, causing her a moment of lightheadedness. She moaned as her hands found their way to his back and followed the contours of his muscles.

Jorfal let out low growls as he sucked her nipple even harder, and then switched to the other. Her back arched from the change in sensation, thrusting the firm globe against his lips.

"Like that, do you?" he asked before taking her nipple in again.

Somehow, she stopped the gasp of, "Oh yes," in favor of, "That's not bad."

He chuckled around her stiff bud, and then said, "Oh, I can do better."

There was no holding back her gasp when his hand dropped between her legs and strong fingers pressed her pants against her sex. Her nails dug into his back and she shuddered when he straightened to give her the hungriest stare she'd ever seen in her life.

Showing the dexterity of a practiced warrior, he stepped back, lifted one foot, and pulled off his boot. Christi pulled off her shoes as well, dropping them to the floor and wiping the mud off on her pants. He popped the buttons on his pants, but instead of dropping them, he moved in and gripped her waist, pushing down.

Christi sat on the bed at his prompting, and then reclined on the rough woolen blanket. He popped open the buttons on her pants, and then dug his fingers beneath the waistband. Pants and panties both slid down her legs at the same time and pooled forgotten on the floor.

"Ah yeah," he said as he combed his fingers through the dark curls between her legs. Then one thick finger wriggled through the nest and into her wet heat.

Christi whimpered and gripped the blanket with both hands, reeling from the sensation of fingers not her own touching her for the first time.

He was hardly done. His hands slipped in behind her knees, bending them and almost effortlessly turning her longways on the bed. He then climbed in as well and pushed her up toward the pillow. She stiffened when he spread her knees apart and leaned in — still not sure how she felt about the prospect of someone licking her down there.

The very first swipe of his tongue delving a furrow into her curls erased every hint of trepidation.

"Uh huh," she whimpered as the slippery organ caressed her folds. It was so much different — so much more intense — than the touch of her fingers.

"Ah yeah, that pussy tastes good," he said with his hot breath washing over her folds.

"Don't stop," she said in a rush, reaching up to pull him back down to her aching need.

A rumbling chuckle escaped him as he dived back in.

Try as she might, there was no hope of maintaining her composure. His tongue danced over her folds, pressed into her, and washed over her clit. She never knew what delight she was going to experience next, and each seemed more wonderful than the last. Her hands held him tight against her as she writhed on the bed and moaned in bliss.

A sharp whimper burst from her lips when one of his thick fingers slid inside her. He let out a grunt of pleased surprise when her walls clamped down on the digit, and turned his tongue's attention to her aching bud.

Christi wailed from the combination of his tongue rolling her clit and his finger stroking into her canal. Heat and pressure swelled behind her mound — far beyond anything she'd experienced while playing with herself. Her breath came in pants broken by whimpers and yelps as she rushed headlong toward climax.

His lips suddenly closed over her hood, sucking her bud from beneath the protective sheath. As soon as his tongue touched her naked clit, orgasm ferociously claimed her.

She screamed as her back arched from the wave of ecstasy shooting through her. His grip on her thigh tightened even as her fingers closed on his hair, keeping her clit locked firmly between his lips. His tongue continued its relentless assault as she thrashed and screamed — utterly consumed by an orgasm the likes of which she could have never even imagined.

On and on it went, until her throat was hoarse and she could do little more than violently twitch with every new pulse of climax shooting through her. She was barely aware of his lips leaving her for a few rapid heartbeats, and unsure it had actually happened until she forced her tightly closed eyes open.

A ragged gasp drew air into her lungs as he jerked down his pants. A moment of panic gripped her when she saw his cock. It looked massive as it bounced between his legs while he finished pulling off his pants. As soon as his legs were free, he rose to his knees and moved closer.

Jorfal caressed her thighs and growled when she shuddered from the aftershock it set off. "Good, lass?"

Still struggling to catch her breath, she nodded, but never took her eyes off his throbbing manhood.

He slid a thumb in behind the organ and tapped it against the damp curls over her nether lips, making her gasp, and leaving the head glistening with her wetness. "You ready to come up again, then?"

A hundred frightened refusals flittered through her head even as her pussy ached with renewed need. She couldn't see how it could possibly fit inside her, and yet part of her was desperate to try. Then she thought of Renna and the other girls she knew who had already lost their virginity. Her warrior's pride rose up to squash the fear.

"I want it," she said while parting her knees wide.

"Ah yeah, lass," he said in a low rumble as he took aim with his manhood.

Christi's heartbeat raced as he rubbed the tip of his cock over her folds, making it slick with her juices. She sucked in a fast breath when she felt the head press against the entrance of her canal. He curled his fingers around her thighs a moment later and pushed.

The searing pain of her deflowering forced a whimper past her lips before she could clench her teeth in defiance.

Little did she know that it was but a fraction of the agony most women felt their first time. Riding horses and rough play with her brothers had torn her maidenhead many years before. His thick cock was only ripping through the last of that tattered barrier as it stretched her canal.

"Gods, that pussy is tight," Jorfal growled as he stopped pushing.

Breathing hard, she fought the pain as she would any other battle, and looked over her breasts. She was shocked to see that barely half of his cock was inside her.

"I'll not give you more than you can take, Lass," he said when he saw her eyes widen. One of his hands left her thigh and moved between her legs.

Christi shuddered when he began to rub his finger over her hood. The sudden spike of pleasure overwhelmed the pain for a moment, and she moaned.

"There you go," he said as he gave a slight rock of his hips.

She whimpered from the fresh stab of pain, but with his fingers teasing her bud, she began to feel a sense of fullness as well. It grew stronger as he worked his hips in short pumps and picked up the pace of his finger.

Slowly, but surely, she began to writhe on the bed — in pleasure rather than pain. Whimpers and moans passed her lips unbidden as he stoked her fires with his fingers and cock. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream when the invader slipped an inch or two deeper.

"Damn me, you feel good," he growled as his cock retreated, and then thrust back into her.

"So good," she echoed, feeling a warm tickle arise in her loins.

"Faster?"

"Yes," she gasped.

He responded first with his fingers, slipping them between her folds to wet them before returning to her clit. The two digits flashed back and forth over her hood, frequently exposing the sensitive bud beneath to direct stimulation. Then his cock began to stab into her — fast and deep.

The pain faded into a distant memory as ecstasy like nothing she'd ever felt flooded through her. Her breasts bounced under the assault, and she cried out with every thrust. She felt the first slap of his balls and knew every hard inch of him was buried inside her. It sent her soaring even higher.

Jorfal grunted and growled as he rocked her body, and his face grew red. His voice was tight and emerging from between clenched teeth when he asked, "Are you close?"

She couldn't answer at first — unable to force the words out between the grunts and yelps tumbling from her lips. It was only when he let out an especially loud growl and the relentless pounding faltered for a second or two that she found her voice.

"Yes! Don't stop!" she demanded in a scream.

"Do it. Come up for me," he growled.

Christi teetered on the cusp of oblivion for what felt like an eternity. Her throat tightened and she silently pleaded for release to anyone or anything that would listen.

And then it ripped through her like a thunderbolt.

A screeching wail burst from her lips as she exploded into orgasm. Her muscles all tightened, lifting her back up from the bed. Her vision dimmed, growing dark at the edges and shot through with sparkling points of brilliant light. All the while, his cock continued to slam into her clenched sheath.

She sucked in a loud breath when he suddenly jerked his cock free and cool air rushed over her hot flesh. She cried out and thrashed when it sent another wave of climactic energy shooting up her spine and crashing out into her extremities. The mattress dipped next to her head, and she opened her eyes just in time for him to push his pussy-slick cock into her already open mouth.

The taste of her juices gave her chills, but she had only a moment to savor it before he let out a roar and offered her a new flavor. Her stomach threatened to rebel as the viscous cream burst into her mouth and hit the back of her throat, but she fought it, closing her lips around him instead.

Still coming, she sucked his pulsing organ with what little coordination she could muster. Spurt after spurt of semen flooded her mouth, and she swallowed as she fought for breath. The sensation of his seed sliding down her throat wasn't particularly pleasant, but the way he trembled like a day-old kitten was.

He jerked his manhood away so quickly that it made a pop as it slipped from her lips. The sound he made was what she imagined a death gurgle would sound like, and he fell away as if sliding off a sword in his belly. A powerful aftershock tore through her as he sat down hard, and then flopped onto his back.

Though twinges of pain were reasserting themselves as her orgasm waned, Christi smiled. He looked every inch the defeated enemy, twitching and groaning on the bed. A warm glow settled over her, spreading from the pool of his cream in her belly and her tingling sex.

"G-gods, Lass," he said in a weak voice. "Think my balls tried to come up."

She scooted a little closer and touched his softening organ with her fingertip. He cried out, flinched, and grabbed her wrist.

"That was plain wicked," he growled as he released her.

Christi laughed, exalting in the power she had over him in his spent state, and lay back to bask in the afterglow. She knew exactly what all the fuss was about now.

And she couldn't wait to do it again.

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This story takes place in the timeline before "Casting off Convention". This is a story I wrote a while back and never intended to post, but decided to share because I'm so fond of it. Hope you share that sentiment. Don't forget to vote. Comments/favorites are also most welcome, and nice boosts of motivation. That's something I've been sorely lacking of late.