Discoveries: Chapter 5
TitaniumBlossom
(Oh, look, writing lemon at 9:00 in the morning. I really have improved in the whole finding new hobbies department. Whatever. Also, Thanks to the quick reviewers. Its nice to have people remind to write stuff. Only one more chap to go, methinks. I'm not good with long stories.)
Miner woke up once in the half-dark of early morning. She was still tired, so she resolved to do something about Archer after another period of sleep. When her eyes opened again, she tried to lift herself up, but Archer's entire body was pressed up against her, and his arms were lightly holding her, but his...thing was pressed up against her rear, from below, and she could feel its hardness against her, which was definitely doing something to herself. Her temperature raised, a certain something in her pooled up, a tightening.
She got up, right away, shaking off Archer's feeble sleeping attempts to hold her in place. She looked back at him, and realized that her pant situation was not fixed. She had slept pantless in bed with a man. Shaking this off, she opened her chest and pulled a few bundles of cloth, and some lapis lazuli, putting the whole mess onto her workbench, she dyed the cloth and arranged it like a pair of jeans, and sewed it all together, giving her a new pair of pants. She put them on, and turned around to see Archer lying back on his elbows, smiling.
"That was quick.", He said, eyes twinkling. "I was kinda enjoying the new look, though"
She walked over to him, and leaned against a wall, facing towards him.
"I notice you chose my bed instead of yours.", She stated.
He gave a little noncommittal shrug, as if to say "Yeah. So?"
"Do you like me?", She asked.
Archer said nothing, but gave another kind of shrug like a "Yeah, whatever"
Miner stepped closer, onto the bed.
"Do you like me. As in like, like?", She asked, face close to his.
To her surprise, he moved his head forward and kissed her softly, and then pulled away.
"Is that sufficient?", He asked, smile gone, completely serious
"Ss-ssure", she stammered, getting off of the bed and picking up her pack. "I've got some stuff to do. Care to come with?"
Archer nodded, and Miner went to the door that enclosed a set of stairs that went up. She scaled them, going up to what she called the farm. Trees and rows of crops stood for far distances, alongside pens of animals.
"I need to check on my wheat."
"Your what?", He asked, incredulous.
"I'm growing wheat. For bread.", she answered.
"How did you get the seeds? I never could manage to find them. And more importantly, how did you keep this whole thing hidden from me? I was seriously living right next to you!", He asked, incredulous.
"The seeds were the easiest part. I plowed grass with a hoe, and I found a few clusters of seeds just lying there in the dirt. I planted them, put them next to water, and they grow by themselves. I just have to keep animals off of them, which is the hardest part, but I got fences around them too, and that lets me box the animals in.", she said. "To keep it hidden from monsters, I used trees on the edges, and also planted a forest on all areas of approach. I also roughened the edges to keep things from climbing up, like spiders."
"I never got around to the farm part. I hunt what I want, when I want it. I used to have it all in my house. You know, until it got burned down. By a certain somebody.", Archer said, punctuating the last sentence with a certain vehemence.
"Look, Archer, I'm sorry about that, but-", She started, but was broken off by Archer stepping closer.
"Seriously? You just destroy my life and say you're sorry? That doesn't really cut it, in my opinion."
"I saved your life, Archer.", Miner tried to reason. "I think that's worth more than your house."
"I wouldn't even have been outside of my house if you hadn't set the forest on fire. It really is your fault, but I forgive you anyway. I just want you to remember it, that's all."
"I'll remember. I got a fishing rod from it, though. And I found somebody else."
"And so did I. I guess that means something. How did you end up here?", Archer asked.
"I woke up a long time ago. It was sandy. I was on a beach. I had clothes. I wasn't hungry. I wasn't tired. But I was afraid. Terribly afraid. Of everything from the wide sea to the spacious land. I worked feverishly, beating my hands until they were bloody against trees, ripping logs apart with my bare hands to make tools, digging with a wooden spade in hardened ground. I piled dirt with my hands, packed it into place. I hit rock again and again with a wooden pick, the tool itself vibrating in my hands and jarring my nerves. And finally, I had made an enclosure. I spent the night listening to the sounds of monsters outside, thinking I was safe. Just as I thought it was safe, a spider climbed over the walls and pounced upon me, tearing across my stomach. If I hadn't kicked it off and broke through my fort, It would have ripped a hole in me and started eating my entrails. Then, a creeper waited outside. It blew up, and knocked me 10 feet. Another one came, and almost blew off my legs as I crawled away. And That's how my first day ended, with me bleeding, shellshocked, and crawling away from monsters who wanted to kill me and feast upon my body. As soon as I could walk, I beat a pig to death and ate its flesh raw in front of its brethren. I made a sword, armor from the hide of cows that I had beaten with a cudgel. Then I made a tower, with crenellations to prevent spiders. That lasted for a while, until a creeper came to life within and climbed up to the top to get me. I spent a few weeks underground recuperating. Then I moved on to a new island. Skeletons ambushed me underground. I moved to the desert. Got mobbed by zombies after wandering too far. And so the story goes. Something will happen here, and then I'll be moving on. There really is nothing tying me down anywhere. No hope for rescue, no hope for escape."
Miner turned away, trying to hide a tear.
Archer sat down next to her on a mud bench.
"I woke up next to a beautiful ocean. I was filled with happiness after seeing the wide world for me to live off of. The only downside was the loneliness. I hunted, I played, I lazed around. I made a boat, floated around for a while, saw a lot of different things. I found a forest, right here. I made a treehouse, decided to stay. And then you happened, and I'm still trying to decide what to do."
"You could always stay with me." Miner said. "It would be stupid not to. I mean, sometimes, I don't believe my luck. Another person, of the opposite gender?"
Archer looked at her. "I still think its a dream sometimes. Like when I kissed you. And when I slept in your bed- That was nice."
Miner looked back into Archer's eyes.
"I know its kind of a foregone conclusion, I mean, you like me, I like you, we're young, full of energy, and desperate for contact, but do you want to- Oh gosh, I don't know how to say this. You know what, forget this society bullshit. We're the only two people in this world. Want to have sex?"
Archer smiled his classic smile, and said, "I was wondering when you'd ask. Yes."
"Right now?", She asked, looking at the ground.
"Don't you have to do something about the wheat first?"
"Yeah. I'll get working on that.", She said, getting up and opening a gate. She closed it behind her, and started hitting rows of wheat with her hoe, bundling them and planting seeds in their empty spots.
When she was done, she motioned to Archer and headed down the set of stairs. Archer followed.
She tossed her pack next to her workbench and looked to Archer.
"How do you think we should do this?",Archer asked.
"Like this.", Miner said, and kissed him.
LEMON BELOW THIS LINE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Archer returned the kiss, and Miner held his head closer. Archer put his fingers in her soft hair, stroking it as she pushed her tongue out, into his mouth. He went along with it, fingers still entangled in her hair, feeling the silkiness of her strands. Archer grunted, and Miner pushed him to the bed.
He landed with a thump, with Miner on top of him. She kissed him one last time, and sat up on top of him, pulling her shirt off. She put her hands at the hem of Archer's shirt, and he put his arms facing out, letting Miner pull his shirt off and throw it where hers had gone. Then she leant back in and kissed him.
His skin was warm against hers, and his hands were on her toned back, moving in a gentle caress, nimbly moving from the knot of her breast bindings to the waistband of her jeans.
Miner stopped pushing with her tongue and let Archer take over, his tongue now in her mouth. He shifted his hands to the knot where the strip of cloth that bound her breasts was tied and undid it in a little movement. She sat up again, hot weight of her body pressing upon Archer's very apparent need.
Archer looked up at her there, on top of him, her breasts hanging free. They were larger than he had expected, but not gigantic. More than he could fit in one hand though, as he found when he placed his hands upon her soft assets, squeezing and moving them.
Miner gasped as he let his thumbs brush her nipples, already erect and straining against his hands. He took one in between his index and thumb and rolled it gently, back and forth. She let herself go limp, and all of a sudden, her chest was in contact with Archer's face. Archer enjoyed her fragrance for a second, before dragging his tongue in between her breasts, playing around, then flipping himself on top of her and unbuttoning his pants, pulling them off awkwardly.
Miner did the same, balling her pants up and throwing them where their shirts lay. She forced Archer back into his original position below her and took his undergarments off, sending them flying like all the other pieces of clothes. She shed her panties and looked down at Archer's member.
It was hardened already, and reminded her of Archer himself. If you were to pick a defining characteristic, it was long and thin, but not unnaturally so.
She looked at Archer. He looked back at her. Her decision was apparent on her face, and he nodded.
Letting out a big breath, she breathed in and descended on it.
It went past every barrier within her, filling her from below, throbbing inside her. It was an easy pass, and she barely felt the tear of her virginal barrier. She raised up again, knees bending, then dropped again. This time, she felt a jolt of pleasure go up her spine. It was amazing. She did it again and again, with a wild ferocity, mashing herself deeper and deeper on him every time, making him gasp or groan every time she came down like a valkyrie upon his member.
She sped up faster and faster, sliding up and down upon him, bouncing like a slime, up and down, up and down, until finally, Archer couldn't hold himself anymore and let himself go, just as Miner felt herself contract upon him, orgasming hard on his member, which started to shoot his seed out, into her womb. She could feel its warmth inside her, and she savored the last few seconds of pleasure, before feeling her limbs lose their strength as she collapsed upon him. She rolled over a bit, letting his softening member drop out, still leaking his semen.
"Oh my.", Miner gasped. "What have I done?