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The first time he had her, it was more of an accident than anything else.
Their makeshift camp overlooked the alpine meadows of Highmountain, tucked into a cliff. A fallen log trapped between two boulders served as the perfect place to observe unwary deer and goats grazing below. And best of all, the distance prevented his companion’s chirpy voice from scaring off every animal that side of the mountains. Loric was struggling to focus, grinding his teeth as she chattered inanely away. Then his mind started to wander.
The situation was hardly his fault. Two days— just two!— into their expedition, he’d awoken from a midday catnap to find his trainee missing. Any of the dangerous beasts they hunted could eat a pint-sized gnome like Addie for a snack, and he’d told her multiple times not to wander off. Finally, as he fought a rising tide of panic, he’d come upon her bathing in the river, stark naked.
Her clothes were stacked neatly in a pile at the water’s edge, and she’d stared at him in mute horror through fiery hair that clung wetly to her neck and shoulders. For a second, the only sound had been the lapping of the river as it passed interminably by. Then she’d squealed, “Aaah! Don’t look!” and crouched hastily in the water, crossing her hands across her chest.
It had been a bit late for false modesty, though. He’d gotten a good look at her breasts: generous, dripping wet, tightened by the freezing water. The perfect handful. Or mouthful, he’d revised, thinking of her tiny pink nipples and wondering if they tasted as sweet as they looked.
And if that hadn’t been enough, she’d then emerged from the water as quickly as she’d entered to gather her clothes, all the while apologizing endlessly. And though small, she was shapely, with pale skin that was covered in goosebumps. Her little rounded abdomen rose from gently curved hips, with just a hint of that fiery hair peeking around her fingers as she tried to hide her pelvis with mixed success.
He grimaced. What was he supposed to do with this new knowledge?
When she was fully dressed, he’d given her a stern lecture reiterating the danger of leaving camp without one’s fellow hunters, and she had meekly assured him that she really did get it this time. He didn’t respond. He’d been wondering what she might taste like.
That had been almost a week ago. And since then, her demeanor and conversation frequency had not diminished. When she knelt to check a tripwire, he imagined her naked. When she vigorously scrubbed a hide, he wondered how much those little breasts would bounce if she weren’t wearing a shirt. In fact, just the day before, he’d caught her lapping berry juice off her fingers, her little pink tongue flicking and curling with staggering alacrity. And every waking second was filled with her constant chatter.
There’s only so much a man can take.
He woke with a start. He must have dozed off. And there she was, idly leaning over the log, her eyes trained on the field below. She’d hiked herself up onto her stomach to see properly and her feet dangled a few inches from the ground. She was humming to herself, kicking her heels gently against the wood as she gazed out.
He watched her with half-lidded eyes. That round bottom bounced before him as she hummed and kicked. In a minute she would notice that he was awake and the unending prattling would begin again.
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
He acted without really even thinking about it. One smooth movement to sit up, another fraction of a second to reach the log behind her. Whether her surprised yelp was because she’d still thought he was asleep, or because his weight now pinned her across the log, he couldn’t tell.
The press of her bottom against his groin sent a dizzying clench of arousal ran through him. What in the world was that? He yanked her hips upwards towards himself more firmly, and gods— he’d never felt a need like this before. Yes, this was exactly what he’d wanted. At last, he thought, pulling her against himself more securely.
Meanwhile, her confusion was growing. Breathless questions tumbled out of her— “Loric sir what are you doing? What’s going on? What are you doing?? What are—“ His gloved hand on her mouth cut off further questions.
Now she was struggling in earnest but his weight prevented any kind of escape. The ache within him was growing, his heart pounding as if he were wrestling a mountain sabercat, not a little gnome. The time for waiting was over.
One quick motion and her pants were down. Another and he was free, pulsing within her legs. Now she understood what was happening and was screaming in earnest. He clamped his hand more tightly around her mouth, stifling her screams. Around the leather, they sounded piteous indeed. He groaned as another flare of desire rocked him. Strange, he thought vaguely, I should have thought of gagging her days ago.
His head squeezed between her thighs. Was she already wet from sweating, or because she was turned on? He guided himself to her opening, ignoring the panicked pitch of her screams. He’d dreamed of this, but it was already better than he could have imagined. Smooth, round skin penetrated tense, trembling heat, and just like that, he was in.
Gods, she was tight. The initial push was satisfying on so many levels, but now the physical sensation was taking over. Just the heat and the slickness and the overwhelming tension in her made him moan. Nothing had any right to feel this good.
He wanted to take it slow, to enjoy every bit of her that could take him but that sweetness broke his self-control. How much of him could fit? He had to find out—now. He tilted her hips up and strove into her, ignoring her answering scream. Impossibly, he found himself buried to the hilt. That perfect round bottom, which up until very recently had seemed so far out of reach, was once again pressed against his pelvis and light have mercy, he wasn’t going to last long like this.
Breathlessly, mindlessly, he drew out and thrust back into her again. The movement caused his sack to slap between her thighs as she whimpered and cried. He found he didn’t mind these noises nearly so much as the ones she’d been making all week. And her sweet, tight little body welcomed him with each thrust, drawing him in and squeezing him until he moaned in ecstasy. He’d been her mentor in hunting. But in sex? He mastered her.
He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. His tempo increased, his breath ragged as he fucked all of the previous week’s frustration and annoyance away. If he’d known, that day he’d found her naked in the river, that she would be this good, he’d have taken her right there on the sun-warmed stones. All that time silently enduring her mindless chattering when he could have had this the whole time.
He climaxed with a grunt, gasping and straining as he filled her up. Her answering whimper was so satisfying that he wished he could start all over again. But alas, all good things end. He rested on her briefly, catching his breath and savoring the exquisite tightness of her, now slicked with sweat and cum. Her thighs trembled from fear and exertion. Who knew gnomes could be this much fun?
He drew out of her regretfully, savoring each inch until he was free. A broken sob came from beneath his glove and he realized he was still holding her mouth. He straightened, releasing her. As soon as she was free, she stumbled away from him, eyes downcast and face a mess of tears and snot. Maybe she’d learned a lesson. He was pretty sure he didn’t care one way or another.
He stretched, cracking his neck. His whole body felt relaxed, as if he’d been carrying an extra load on his shoulders without knowing it. Deeply satisfied, he turned and headed back to camp. That was enough activity for the day.