Soft/Hard? Whatever.
She had been at it in what seemed to be forever. The task had started early in the morning and now well into the afternoon, she still wasn't finished. Lines of ponies stood waiting for her to check them before she could give their raiders the green light to ride on them again.
It had been something she had planned for months to do with the aid from Stefan and Onua. Stefan would be checking the hooves and Onua, their fur and ears, and when the ponies reached Daine she would be the one checking their mouths and teeth. As she was the only one who could coax them into opening their mouth long enough for her to see if she needed to rasping their teeth.
Upon standing with her head looking investigating into the mouth of a black gelding she muttered in a low breath to the pony. "One should think that you couldn't eat at all with that rotten tooth you have – I need to pull it out you know" she let her hand search behind her towards the fence where her tools was hanging. "Oh come on – quit complaining" Daine said while her fingers found one of her tools, taking it from the nail where it had been hanging she raised it in front of her eyes examining it. "Wrong tool" she concluded and without taking her eyes away from the inside of the pony's mouth she reach back and hung it in place and let her hand search more to the right.
If she had bother to take her eyes away from the pony she would have noticed that one particular man stepped forward wanting to help her find the tool her fingers was searching for and with the pliers already in his hand, he quickly close his mouth where a sentence was lingering as her hand found and took hold, rather hardly around - Numair looked down startled on the small female hand holding firmly around his manhood, outside his black trousers.
Daine paused in her conversation with the gelding as her hand behind her didn't find cold iron she was searching for, but a warmth, rather soft form. She squeezed a bit, almost caressing the thing she was holding. Moved her fingers just enough to noticed that the soft and smooth form slowly, but again rather fast became harder inside her hold. She squeezed harder once more, but turned abruptly and startled as a male cleared his throat. Looking down towards her hand first, she too her utter embarrassment found that her hand was holding a now clearly aroused thing, pressing against the fabric of the trousers, clearly visible – the owner cleared his throat yet again in trying to hide the heavy breathing he had and she lifted her face up meeting the one persons eyes she hoped that it wouldn't be.
Numair's dark eyes looked down into hers and leaned forward as she was still holding firmly on to – he cleared his throat for the third time. "Daine, as much as it would be rather nice in under different circumstances and at another time" his tone husky and pausing before he continued "I would like to have my manhood back".
She released him quickly, taking her hand away shaking and blushing deeply. What could she reply? She had grabbed hold of his – she suddenly found the ground very interesting and to her horror the horses behind her whinnied in amusement. "Shut up" she growled back to the pony as a tanned hand lifted her face again and the other hand taking hold of her hand that was shaking.
"I think that you where looking for this" Numair said while placing the pliers in her hand.
Daine nodded affirmative as his dark eyes met hers. Was he laughing at her silently? Before she could answer or ask he had turned around and was rapidly walking towards the inner courtyard.
This was the day Daine found that one should always look before touching or grabbing hold of anything.