Vivo
TORUVIEL
Yule 1263
the camp
near Little Marsh
Temeria
Outside the tent a cold wind was blowing strongly. Winter was becoming colder every day. Even here the weather was not spoiling them. But, inside the tent it was bearable. Toruviel was lying leisurely on her back with a man between her tights. Right now, his mouth was quite occupied, but she had no mind for talking, either. The only sound, which was escaping her mouth was a soft moan. Her legs were resting on his back and right now, all of her body started to spasm and her heels may have pushed a little bit too hard, but he didn't mind. There were truly not many things he minded, especially when he was so close to chasing his own pleasure, as well.
"Hmm..." – he murmured curiously, looking at her from above, kneeling between her spread legs.
A moment later, he moved closer to her face, entering her in the process. Her legs moved on their own accord around his waist and her arms encircled his neck. His hands were on both sides of her chest and his thrusts became deeper and faster gradually. She moved one of her hands down to her clitoris and to her surprise, she managed to keep up with his pace. They came together shortly after with loud moans.
"Probably too loud..." – he stated with a smirk and released her from the weight of his body.
"Hmm..." – she just murmured watching him dress up.
"Toru, we need to go" – he stated and shook his head at her playful smirk. – "We'll have visitors shortly."
"You are wary of him, aren't you?"
"Whom?"
"Isengrim Faoiltiarna. You are nervous" – she stated matter-of-factly.
"Obviously not. I've known him since I was five" – he replied with indignation.
"But now, you are thinking if he approves of your decisions as a commander. The youngest, as I heard."
"I... OK. I am a bit. He is like an older brother to me and you know, that I haven't really had a father. And he is, maybe not appointed but still, something like the leader for all of us. So..."
"You want his approval" – she stated standing up. – "You are a good commander. Stop double guessing yourself."
"Yeavinn is older, he should..."
"Leave Yeavinn out of this tent, please" – she said strongly.
"Is he...? Toru, I don't want any argument over something so trifle. If he is uncomfortable, we must stop at once."
"He doesn't know what he wants. Lastly, it was Saraid..." – she stated coldly. – "Don't be silly, we are Aen Seidhe, we share."
"Yes, we do. But... I do not wish for any quarrel" – he replied, putting on his weapons.
"How long do we know each other? Fifteen years? You know, that I wouldn't endanger this commando for sex, even with you" – Toruviel replied with finality in her voice.
"Sometimes I'm not sure, if you come to me because you want to or because you don't want to commit to him too much. You've fallen in love with him, Toru. I can see that."
"I... I don't know, either. But... I'm not planning to ponder about it for too long. We'll see what the future brings."
"The wind is blowing from the West today. What the future will bring is snow" – he chuckled.
"You are mocking me."
"I am. But, right now, we must hurry. I need to check the camp before..."
"The inspection. You see it as an inspection. Don't pretend otherwise."
"OK. I won't" – he said with an unsure smile and moved to leave the tent. But just before he left, he added: – "You know... You should be the commander. Everything would be easier."
"I know. One day, I will" – she answered chuckling. – "But, right now, I'm quite comfortable where I am, mind you. After all, it is you, who is waiting for the inspection and possible scolding, not me. I see only advantages of my position" – then she started to laugh openly at him.
"You are great" – he stated coldly and left.
She dressed up slowly, thinking about this whole conversation. But she knew, that she should join them outside, so she emerged from the tent. Once outside, she shivered from the cold immediately.
They haven't seen Isengrim for a while now and she was pondering how he was. Maybe he would bring good news? Maybe something is changing? But more possibly the news would be the same as always: recruit and wait. But everyone was getting tired of waiting.