The snowstorm continued for another two days. That wasn’t unusual in the Edgetooth Mountains. It wasn’t that great an accumulation, but the wind made sure to scatter the snow about making it all but impossible to leave the cabin.
Beka informed Thome that safety ropes were strung between most of the village’s buildings, but her cabin was on the outskirts and so they were semi-isolated.
That was fine with Thome. He had plenty of opportunity to fuck Beka in every position and location possible in the small cabin. There wasn’t much variety considering half the cabin’s space was taken up by her work table, but they used that and the bed and the floor and the small kitchen table and the one chair. They tried it up against the wall, but the stones were too cold and uncomfortable.
Beka proved she was an accomplished fellatrix and performed the act with enthusiasm. At first Thome thought it was because she preferred sucking cock to getting fucked. That was common with the whores in Telemere. They didn’t want to get pregnant and so were eager to allow men to use their mouths or be fucked in the ass. Actual sex using their quim was rare and expensive.
Thome quickly figured out she preferred sucking him off not because of a pregnancy risk, but because she continued to collect his cum. He didn’t complain.
She was appreciative of his efforts to eat her quim on a regular basis. She didn’t complain when he wanted traditional sex. He offered to fuck her ass, but she declined.
“You’re getting stronger,” she commented after one particularly enthusiastic session that left them both panting and covered in sweat.
“Thanks.”
“You were lucky you didn’t die from the fire drake’s poison. Many think its fire breath is the most dangerous weapon the monster has. I’ve seen more deaths from their poisonous claws.”
He kissed her neck. “Thank you for saving my life.”
“You need to tell me everything that put you at my door,” she said, trailing her fingers over the now mostly faded scars on his chest and down to his cock. It was soft and he doubted he’d be able to get hard for her again, not right away, but her fingers still tried to persuade his flesh.
“There’s not much to tell,” he said, trying to avoid the subject. “I was traveling through the Edgetooth Mountains with a brother in my order, we were accosted by the fire drake, we managed to kill it…but only at the expense of my brother's life.”
She snuggled closer to him, her fingers released his cock but now trailed lower, under his sack, not to his back entrance, but onto the sensitive skin between his legs. Thome had learned that the witch-healer was an expert at physical and emotional manipulation.
“And you two had been sent into the mountains to our village to root out those who worship the Goddess?” she prompted him.
“No,” he was quick to say. “We were on another mission, over the mountains.”
“You can tell me,” she whispered in his ear as her finger teased at his puckered entrance.
He groaned in the back of his throat and spread his legs wider for her. He should have resisted but her touch enthralled him.
“It has nothing to do with this village,” he managed to say. “I only arrived here by chance.”
Her face was over his now, studying his expression. Her finger pressed against his anus and penetrated ever so slightly. He wanted this more than he would admit.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
He violently shook his head. “Please…” he begged.
“Please what?” she giggled at him. “Please this?” Her finger went all the way in where it didn’t belong. As if by magic his cock started to rise. A second later her lips were wrapped around his impressive girth and he was certain he had survived her interrogation.
What Thome didn’t realize was that she knew he was keeping a secret from him.
That didn’t stop her from continuing to suck his cock with her finger up his ass.
Thome had never had this done before. It was a service frequently offered by the Telemere whores, but he always declined. All his battle brothers said they never accepted the offer either, but they must have been lying judging by how often it was offered up to patrons of the brothels.
He shouldn’t have been able to get hard again right away, but Beka was an expert in the bedroom arts. He was certain the potions she was giving him didn’t just help with his healing, but intensified his sexual drive. He didn’t complain.
Still, it was exhausting trying to keep up with her need for his spunk.
It wasn’t all sex for the pair. When Thome said he needed to check his weapons and armor, Beka brought him to the small lean-to just outside the cabin door where she stored firewood and his equipment.
Dragging the mail and steel plates inside, along with the weapons, he took stock of the damage. It wasn’t that bad, much of the damage was cosmetic, but there were a couple of dents that needed to be addressed and the cuirass would need to be fixed by an armorer or at least a talented blacksmith.
Mentioning this to Beka, she nodded in agreement. “The storm is winding down. Tomorrow morning I’ll take you to Hild. She’s our blacksmith.”
Thome had never met or even heard of a female blacksmith, but he wasn’t going to complain about it now.