down a surge of anxiety, but she managed to relax as Helgaer pushed gently inside her. When Helgaer's tongue lapped gently at the top of her kunta again, all her doubts evaporated on a deep, heart-felt groan of pleasure. She felt herself clench around Helgaer's finger, which continued gently pushing inside her. She remembered the feeling from years before, but had not remembered it well. She had never done this to herself. Gods above and demons below, why had she not?
Camille rolled her head and curled her hands into the bed, no longer able to relax as Helgaer's finger began slowly sliding in and out of her.
Her hands gripped the bed and her legs stretched apart. She shuddered, feeling the edge of her own climax tingling through her.
Helgaer accelerated her tongue and her finger. Camille began panting loudly, urging herself on. She lifted her knees, pulling her feet back to her buttocks as she squeezed around Helgaer's finger.
Her climax was explosive and loud.
When Helgaer moved up to lie on top of Camille, Camille seized her and pulled her into a fierce hug, wrapping her arms and legs around Helgaer's body. Camille held on for a long time after her shaking stopped.
Helgaer covered the ground using long, effortless strides.
Two more days had passed. It felt as though a lot more healing had happened. Her cuirass was nearly as comfortable as her vest had been. Her cloak was welcome when she set off, yet did not get in the way as the sun rose and the air warmed. Her weapons hung easily from her belt.
She was still too low down the mountains to feel at home, but the pines and the cooling air of approaching winter helped her feel comfortable.
Camille had left at sunrise, intending to strike out far from the cabin to check the lie of the land and see if there was any movement of soldiers, traders or bandits that she should know about.
Helgaer was following her general intent, but going directly to a meeting place above the town of Ghalib. There was an imperial fort outside Ghalib on the far side, on a ridge. Camille planned to ask the locals if there had been any rumour of Captain Koda.
Helgaer worked her way rapidly down through animal tracks and rock scree to the road, quickly settling into a distance-eating pace while keeping a very wary eye and ear open for any sight or sound of other humans. Where the land permitted, she struck across country, still not completely comfortable with being exposed on a road that had already set bandits against her.
The sun climbed without her pace slowing. Her side twinged once or twice, but she was still comfortable and breathing lightly by the time she reached a signposted intersection, turned off the road and headed straight uphill on a thin but well-worn track.
She came at last to a rocky clearing on top of a ridge directly above Ghalib. She found a rock to sit on, refreshing herself with a swig of water as she mapped out the surrounding land.
Camille knew this place but, with a fort nearby, did not come here often.
The fort was not so close that Helgaer could make out figures on the battlements, but she could see the giant Ortlin flag it was flying.
She glanced up at the sun. Camille may still be an hour away at least. Her gaze dropped to Ghalib. It was prosperous in the way that traders, not craftsmen, were—obviously rich, but a gaudy rich that seemed to be sitting on the surface. Helgaer's lip twisted in scorn.
She drew her sword to polish the edge while she waited.
She did not have to wait long.
She heard Camille's footfalls as soon as Camille saw her.
Helgaer's greeting died on her lips when she saw the expression on Camille's face.
Camille held up a small bag. "Food," she said curtly. "I met a farmer I know. We will not have to look far for Captain Koda. The word is, he arrived two days ago. Even these villagers are nervous. The farmers are nearly petrified. The first thing my friend said to me was 'Stay away from here'."
Camille threw Helgaer a cold lump of
Camille rolled her head and curled her hands into the bed, no longer able to relax as Helgaer's finger began slowly sliding in and out of her.
Her hands gripped the bed and her legs stretched apart. She shuddered, feeling the edge of her own climax tingling through her.
Helgaer accelerated her tongue and her finger. Camille began panting loudly, urging herself on. She lifted her knees, pulling her feet back to her buttocks as she squeezed around Helgaer's finger.
Her climax was explosive and loud.
When Helgaer moved up to lie on top of Camille, Camille seized her and pulled her into a fierce hug, wrapping her arms and legs around Helgaer's body. Camille held on for a long time after her shaking stopped.
Helgaer covered the ground using long, effortless strides.
Two more days had passed. It felt as though a lot more healing had happened. Her cuirass was nearly as comfortable as her vest had been. Her cloak was welcome when she set off, yet did not get in the way as the sun rose and the air warmed. Her weapons hung easily from her belt.
She was still too low down the mountains to feel at home, but the pines and the cooling air of approaching winter helped her feel comfortable.
Camille had left at sunrise, intending to strike out far from the cabin to check the lie of the land and see if there was any movement of soldiers, traders or bandits that she should know about.
Helgaer was following her general intent, but going directly to a meeting place above the town of Ghalib. There was an imperial fort outside Ghalib on the far side, on a ridge. Camille planned to ask the locals if there had been any rumour of Captain Koda.
Helgaer worked her way rapidly down through animal tracks and rock scree to the road, quickly settling into a distance-eating pace while keeping a very wary eye and ear open for any sight or sound of other humans. Where the land permitted, she struck across country, still not completely comfortable with being exposed on a road that had already set bandits against her.
The sun climbed without her pace slowing. Her side twinged once or twice, but she was still comfortable and breathing lightly by the time she reached a signposted intersection, turned off the road and headed straight uphill on a thin but well-worn track.
She came at last to a rocky clearing on top of a ridge directly above Ghalib. She found a rock to sit on, refreshing herself with a swig of water as she mapped out the surrounding land.
Camille knew this place but, with a fort nearby, did not come here often.
The fort was not so close that Helgaer could make out figures on the battlements, but she could see the giant Ortlin flag it was flying.
She glanced up at the sun. Camille may still be an hour away at least. Her gaze dropped to Ghalib. It was prosperous in the way that traders, not craftsmen, were—obviously rich, but a gaudy rich that seemed to be sitting on the surface. Helgaer's lip twisted in scorn.
She drew her sword to polish the edge while she waited.
She did not have to wait long.
She heard Camille's footfalls as soon as Camille saw her.
Helgaer's greeting died on her lips when she saw the expression on Camille's face.
Camille held up a small bag. "Food," she said curtly. "I met a farmer I know. We will not have to look far for Captain Koda. The word is, he arrived two days ago. Even these villagers are nervous. The farmers are nearly petrified. The first thing my friend said to me was 'Stay away from here'."
Camille threw Helgaer a cold lump of
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