Crows

After leaving the hollow Nathan made his way further into the giant whatever it was. He killed a few hollows. They weren't as attractive as the woman and besides, they would come back, and it wasn't like he'd be around when they did. At any rate he found himself standing next to a large birds nest.

"You, you, give us smooth!"

"You, give us silky!"

Nathan jumped a bit. The voices came from somewhere but he wasn't sure where. At any rate he opened up his bag and looked around. He pulled out a small stone that he had picked up.

"You want this?" he asked.

"Yah, yah!" the first voice said, the other agreeing with them. Both voices were female.

Turning the small stone over in his hand Nathan looked out into the darkness. "I'll give this to you, but can you come out? I don't like talking to strangers," he said.

"Here, here. Give us smooth?" one voice said. Much less disembodied. In fact, to Nathan, it sounded like it was coming from behind him.

Turning around Nathan found a young woman in a ragged cloak. It wasn't falling apart though. I looked aesthetically worn if anything. In combination with the woman's raven hair she reminded Nathan of a bird. Underneath her cloak Nathan could tell that she wasn't wearing anything. Even in the darkness Nathan could make out the patch of dark hair the woman was sporting between her legs.

Nathan handed over the small stone. The woman took it. Her hands pushing her cloak open enough to show Nathan the whole of her naked body. Her skin was pale and smooth, much like the stone that Nathan had just handed her. The woman was content to gently stroke the small stone. Uncaring of her nudity. Nathan wasn't one to pass up such an opportunity and took his time in shamelessly ogling the woman's full breasts, and soft navel and thighs. He wasn't able to get a good view of her womanhood. Even though it was bare, the shadows mixed with her pubic hair to prevent Nathan from seeing anything other than the well maintained garden.

"Smooth?" the other voice asked. Nathan broke his attempts to catch a glimpse of the beautiful woman in front of him. The other speaker had made an appearance. Cute was the first word that popped into Nathan's head. Unlike the other woman this one was younger and more petite. And disappointingly clothed.

She had short black hair and the same cloak as the woman but this one was also wearing a two-piece black tunic that left her tender midriff and adorable thighs bare. Nathan looked around in his bag. He had no other stones. All he had was some petrified thing that the old women had given him.

He pulled it out and the short-haired woman instantly locked her eyes onto the hard thing. "Give? Give?" She asked with a step towards Nathan.

Nathan turned the petrified… Thing? No, petrified something seemed more fitting. He had no use for an inert rock, but he wasn't about to give it up for nothing. These women had failed step one of any negotiation. They had let him know that they were interested.

"It would be a shame to lose such a silky, smooth rock," Nathan began. The two women seemed to wilt slightly. "But I could be persuaded to exchange it for something…"

In the blink of an eye the short-haired woman vanished. Just as soon she returned, a large club in her hands. Nathan looked at her and gestured to his body. He wasn't weak by any means but there was no way that he would ever be able to use such a weapon.

The short-haired woman seemed to realize the absurdity of what she was offering and so she left and came back with a few other things. Nathan scoffed, "An old whip, a fisherman's spear and a ring. Is that all you have?"

"Yah, yah…" the short-haired woman said sadly.

"Well in that case I'll have to hold on to this… Unless…" Nathan let his eyes fall on the short-haired woman. He focused on her clothing. It was torn at the hem but, as with the other woman's clothing, the damage looked intentional.

The short-haired woman seemed to understand what Nathan wanted. She blushed and gestured over at her exobitionist companion. The more endowed of the two just shrugged. And kept stroking her silky smooth rock.

Although she was more petite the short-haired woman wasn't young, at least not in a conventional way. Both she and her larger companion had a sort of agelessness about them. If Nathan had to guess their ages he wouldn't have even known where to start.

While their physical appearances were similar Nathan felt that the short-haired one was younger. Not just because of her lack of assets, but because of the way she held herself. She was much more shy, or rather she was shy in general, and that made Nathan want to make her strip. He knew the weapons that he had been offered were legendary items, but weighing them against the chance to make such a woman bare herself… Well, it was obvious that Nathan would prioritize the woman.

Clothes rustled as the short-haired woman let her cloak fall the ground. She looked adoringly at the thing in Nathan's hand, but her adoration was tinged with a timid reluctance.

Still, embarrassed as she was, the short-haired woman reached up and lifted her top. The tattered cloth slowly rising up and exposing more and more of her cute abdomen.

At last it was off. The short-haired woman's face was flushed, but she made no move to hide her small assets. Small assets indeed. While the short-haired woman was certainly feminine, her chest was almost washboard flat.

The short-haired woman looked pleadingly at Nathan. Nathan shook his head. "Not quite enough, I'm afraid."

The short-haired blushed even deeper, but nonetheless let the bottom half of her tunic slip to her ankles. Her bare body was completely exposed. In the half-light her pale skin almost seemed to glow and iridescent white. Well, her face was glowing red.

And she had a reason to be embarrassed. After all, Nathan was staring intently at her naked form. His eyes soaking in the small mounds on her chest, the gentle curve of her waist, and the smooth hairlessness of her precious mound. Indeed, while her companion had a thick bush, the short-haired woman's nether regions were quite barren.

"One last request," Nathan said.

"Silky? Smooth?" The short-haired woman asked, almost begged.

"Let me touch you," Nathan said, "Just once."

The short-haired woman's face somehow managed to turn redder, but she nodded her consent. "Yah, yah… Smooth…" she murmured as she let Nathan draw closer. Her eyes closed as she couldn't look him in the eyes as she prepared herself for Nathan's hands to explore her small breasts, tight butt, silky thighs, soft belly, and tender womanhood.

To her surprise she felt Nathan take her arm. Her slender wrist in his caloused hand. A smooth stone was pushed into her palm. Her eyes opened. "Silky… Smooth?" She asked uncertainty.

Nathan patted her head. "I'm not the kind of man who would force such an unfair trade from a beautiful woman."

The short-haired woman smiled and nodded happily. "Yah, yah! Silky! Smooth!"

Nathan turned away. "See you. I'll be back with something worthy of trading for your body."

The short-haired waved as he left. Her embarrassment overshadowed by her happiness that the man hadn't taken advantage of her. Ignoring the fact that he had traded a stone that was worthless to him for a front row examination of her body. Which was quite the poor deal.

But then everyone was happy, so, while it wasn't a fair deal, it was a net-positive for everyone.

The better endowed of the two took the short-haired woman's distraction as a chance to reach down and squeeze her butt. The short-haired woman started as she recalled her state of dress. In a flash she grabbed her clothes and vanished into the shadows, the other woman following suit.