Edie

Edie

SasatheShy

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Chapter Two: The Hunters from Naltin

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Forter hustled and bustled with crowds of people morning, afternoon, evening, and night. But surrounding the well camouflaged town was thick, high pine trees, mountains, lakes, and rivers, giving the people a safe environment.

The Tiller Woods; beautiful, mountainous; brilliant. These woods provided Forter with plentiful game and crops.

Just northwest of town, the greatest of animals could be found. Large antlered deer and elk roamed most of the plains, eating the plentiful grasses and weeds. Nocturnal beasts, from foxes and raccoons to coyotes and wolves, scavenged for scraps and hunted the many herbivores to keep nature balanced. And, of course, the smallest of animals: birds, squirrels, and rabbits, fed off vegetation, including crops, which displeases the humans. However, the Tiller Woods was home to all.

With winter nearing, some of the first snows began early. This made finding game somewhat more difficult for the humans hunting for Forter, and other nearby small towns and villages. One particular hunter perched a top a large limestone rock as his gaze wandered the trees for any sign of movement.

Resting in his left hand was a finely bent bow, and in a satchel cradled to his back rested many sharp-pointed arrows. His right hand touched at the rock he was on. His fingertips graced the coarse surface, showing that even as a hunter, he cared for the nature around him.

He wore heavy clothing to keep him warm, including leathery gloves and boots. The ground was laced with only a small amount of snow, and it was only chilly. The man peered up at the clear sky, seeing few white clouds gradually floating overhead. He sighed agitatedly, ready to relax as he believed there was nothing nearby to hunt. But just then, a crunch below made his ears perk. Slowly, he peered down, and took notice of a young doe only some feet away. She was leaning down, eating and chewing up white and yellow wildflowers.

The man grinned. With quick, silent ease, he had his bow in front of him, and an arrow out, aiming and ready. He closed one eye as he waited for the perfect position. It had to be perfect, otherwise, the doe would get away.

The doe turned, becoming an easier target for the hunter’s bow. This made him grin. He whispered, “You’re mine” just as rocks on the hill beside him came tumbling down.

Spooked, the doe took one glance up before turning and rushing into the brush.

“Son of a bitch,” cursed the hunter as he got to his feet. He turned, watching with a wide jaw as another hunter came falling down the hill. Once at the bottom, the other man, uninjured, began laughing.

“That was wild,” he shouted, noticing the hunter with the bow standing on the rock. He waved and laughed even harder.

“Roddy, you son of a bitch!” the hunter yelled. “I had a fucking doe in my sight, and you’re stupid plunge made her leave!”

Knowing he was in deep shit with his friend, Roddy tried to stifle his laughter. “I -- I’m sorry Lavan, I had no clue. I just -- took one step and found myself sliding down the hill, so I went with it.”

“You always go with it,” Lavan growled. “That’s what makes you a bad hunter!”

“Ouch,” Roddy said as he put a hand to his heart. “That hurt, Lavan.”

Rolling his eyes, Lavan jumped off the rock and walked up to Roddy. “Where’s Pip and Blythe?”

Roddy pointed up. Lavan lifted his chin to see Pip and Blythe standing up on the hill.

Pip was a handsome man with spectacles. Spectacles was a hard thing to come by. Only the truly rich or lucky got them if needed. To his left stood Blythe, a female hunter, which was also rare. She smiled, and ruffled her short brown hair before slowly making her way down the hill. Pip followed right behind her.

Once on the bottom, Blythe took Roddy’s arm. “You okay?”

“Of course,” Roddy grinned as he kissed Blythe’s chapped lips. “A little fall like that couldn’t scratch me!”

“Speak for yourself,” said Pip as he made it to the bottom. “Your neck is bleeding.”

“Is it?” asked Roddy as he removed one of his leathery gloves to feel. “Huh, well -- it’s only a scratch.”

Blythe took a look at Roddy’s wound. She sighed. “It’s pretty bad, Roddy.”

Rolling his eyes, Lavan suggested that they make camp for the night. The other three agreed as they began trailing the woods to find the perfect camping spot.

As night befell, the four hunters soon sat around a crackling fire. Blythe was fixing up the cut on Roddy’s neck with a damp cloth and some herbal medicine as Pip and Lavan grilled some trout they had caught in a lake just some feet away.

Roddy groaned as his cut was clean. “Fuck… That stings.”

“Well, it’s your own damn fault for thinking you’re immortal,” Blythe said as she finished up. “There. Now, that wasn’t so bad was it?” She received a slobbery kiss as her reward, and she welcomed it.

Going back to serious business, Lavan eyed his three friends as he turned the fish. “How’d we do today?”

“Not so good,” Pip answered. “Two hares and one quail.”

“That’s it?”

“Afraid so,” Pip said, nodding.

Sighing, Lavan looked down at the crackling fire. He rubbed his forehead, feeling agitated.

Blythe looked over at Lavan. She gave him a gentle smile. “Lavan, don’t worry about it. We’ve had worse days than this.”

“I understand that,” Lavan argued. “But we’ve been walking these fucking woods for a week, and we’ve only managed to get two deer shipped back to Naltin. It’s bad enough that we’re the only hunters left in our village, but to think we’re the ones making them starve?”

“We‘re not making them starve,” Blythe said, hoping Lavan’s anger would die down.

“Well, it feels like we’re at fault,” Lavan said.

The three other hunters went silent. They agreed with this. Naltin was small and fragile. Barely any strong people were left in the village. Lavan, Pip, Roddy, and Blythe were of the final few, and volunteered to be food finders. Unfortunately, this year, their luck was seeming incredibly crude.

“Listen,” said Blythe as the fish finished cooking. “Forter isn’t far from here, and I’m sure they have an inn we can stay at. Tomorrow, let’s find a place that will hold our catches for us, and for now, let’s not worry about this.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Roddy said as he held Blythe close. “You’re so smart.”

Giggling, Blythe whispered, “I try.”

Lavan tried hard not to sigh. He wanted to further argue this, but the plan was not a bad idea. After all, his feet hurt like hell, and his back was killing him from sleeping on the rocky floor… And from the look of his friends, he knew that they all felt the same aches and blisters.

“Fine,” he said. “Let’s eat, sleep, and get to town tomorrow.”

Satisfied with this choice, the four friends each took their trout and hungrily ate.

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Midnight came, and an abrupt noise caused Lavan to open his eyes in alert. Slowly sitting up, he placed his sword on his lap as he looked around. He soon found the culprits responsible. Frowning, he watched as Roddy dragged Blythe out of distance towards the lake. The two giggled like idiots. Blythe held a hide blanket made from an elk in one hand as she did best to keep up with Roddy. Lavan knew exactly what they planned on doing. He shook his head as he stared over at the still lit fire. Thoughts of his village fogged his mind. He could not get their faces out of his mind. Children, women, and elderly. Only a few good, strong men. It made Lavan sick to his heart. He wanted to help them. All of them. Last year, he and his group had done well, bringing home six deer, one elk, and lots of smaller creatures. But this year --

Shaking his head, Lavan closed his eyes. He didn’t want to think of any circumstances that may be caused due to his lack of skill that year. But it was every year that his village fought, and somehow, every year they seemed to survive -- even after that -- fatal day.

Lavan just growled thinking about it. That particular day when they had entered his village. Those men in uniform. They had taken everything of value he’s ever owned.. His father’s watch. His mother’s best necklace and earrings. Everything. His whole village suffered, and those that had tried desperate to hold on to their belongings had gotten a sword through the stomach. Lavan swore he wanted them dead.

Those damn Cretchen.

Sighing, Lavan shook his head. “Get out thoughts. Get out.”

“Talking in your sleep?” came the sleepy voice of Pip. Lavan turned to find Pip laying under his own fur covers, and he was staring up at Lavan.

Lavan chuckled. “Just thinking…”

Pip sat up. “Lavan, listen, I know you. You do stupid things in order to make others happy. But we’ve all got to stick together. This year’s been bad, we know that, but being angry won’t make a change. We have to be strong for the village.”

“You’re right, Pip,” said Lavan as he stretched his legs. “You’re right.”

The two sat in silence for a moment, taking in the fire’s warmth. Soon, Pip looked back over at Lavan. “Want to go and spy on them?”

“Fuck yes,” Lavan said.

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Elsewhere, two cackling hunters raced down to the lake. Blythe rejoiced as Roddy threw the elk skin onto the ground. He grabbed her by the waist, growling lustfully as she laughed.

“Roddy,” she gasped, trying not to laugh too loudly as he groped her neck. “Mm…”

The two fell to their bottoms, sitting on the skin as they began making out. The moon was full, shining just enough light on them as they began undressing one another.

Their heavy articles of clothing got tossed this way and that. Blythe, though a woman, wore men’s clothing as a hunter. However, Roddy did not seem to mind this as his large, tender hands swiftly untied and pulled down her shirt, allowing her nearly flat breasts to greet the chilly air. If not for the fact that she had nipples the size of marbles, some may think Blythe was a man. She was sensitive, though. She gasped as she felt a brush of wind pass by, causing her large, hard nipples to harden even more. Roddy’s needy, slithery tongue greeted them, causing warmth and coolness that made Blythe wet between her legs.

She rummaged her right hand through Roddy’s hair as he suckled her. She had managed to get the black buckle keeping her cloth pants up off.

Roddy groaned. He pulled away from her nipples, grinning as he took off his own shirt. He reached for Blythe’s pants and forced them off with one prompt motion. The two had had practice. It showed.

Fully naked except for her leathery boots, Blythe flirted with Roddy using her deep, sparkling eyes as she spread her legs wide, keeping her booted feet planted in the sandy ground. She leaned back a bit, rubbing her left hand down her small, flabby stomach and to the dark hairs protecting her petite vagina.

Roddy was thankful for the moonlight, as he was able to make out every curve of her adorable body. He was ready to howl like a wolf as Blythe used her pointer and middle fingers to spread her moist lips wide open. She licked at her lips, begging him to feed off her.

He needn’t be flirted with twice.

Leaning down, he gently grabbed her behind, hoisting her two holes closer to his face. She kept her lips open just long enough for his tongue to find access. It entered her as he began eating her up, growling and moaning. He seemed vicious, but he was excellent at thrilling his woman. Blythe had removed her fingers just as she felt his tongue lick at her vagina. She let out a sharp moan as she balanced on her arms and elbows.

Only seconds in and Blythe began feeling her vagina vibrating. She licked her bottom lip with satisfactory, moaning and urging Roddy to continue. She let her eyes drift shut as she arched her head back. The beautiful aromas of the lake, trees, and flowers helped made Blythe feel even more sensuous.

“Ooh…” she moaned as a runny, warm substance drizzled down her right leg. She had had a delightful quick orgasm, knowing more was on the way.

Roddy pulled away and started to pull down his pants. Sitting up, Blythe helped. With a pleased smile, she took Roddy’s penis in her hand. She frowned slightly, seeing that his tip was hiding from the cold under its own skin, but she’d show it that there was something wonderful awaiting it.

She placed the penis in her mouth and began suckling. She put her hands around to feel Roddy’s firm bottom. Her fingertips moved over little, fuzzy hairs as she pleased his front.

A low growl left Roddy. The woods was making his animalistic instincts come out. He became hard in Blythe‘s mouth. All eight inches of it, winning over the cold.

Smiling, Blythe released the penis. She rubbed it with her free hand as she dreamily stared up at Roddy. He knew that look. She wanted to be on top. He loved it when she was on top.

With his pants at his ankles, and his own boots still covering his feet, Roddy laid back against the elk skin, ignoring the bumpy rocks hiding beneath it. He watched as Blythe got over him. She positioned her wet vagina over his penis, and taking his penis in hand, she moved her hips down, and shuddered as he was inserted inside of her. Both friends let out delighted moans. Placing her hands on Roddy’s stomach in order to keep balanced, Blythe spread her legs, pointing her knees out and keeping on her toes as she began moving up and down on her grand friend’s shaft.

As the two fucked, neither realized that Lavan and Pip had just found them, and were eavesdropping through a thick set of bushes.

“They’re both crazy,” Pip whispered. “They do this every night, even when it’s below freezing. I mean, just look at Blythe‘s nipples. They look about ready to fall off.”

“Shush…” said Lavan. He and Pip each held a pail in hand. It meant nothing good. Lavan looked around as he listened to the two panting. He spotted the lake and gave Pip a soft shove. “Come on --”

Blythe neared orgasm three. She huffed as she moved up and down. Her small knees had become red from the cold, but she didn’t care. Having Roddy’s strong arms squeezing her butt-cheeks made her feel warm. His smile made her feel warm. Of course, the sex made her feel warm.

Grinding his teeth, Roddy growled lowly. “F -- fuck…” he stared up at Blythe, showing he was about to release.. She nodded at him as she quickened her pace best she could. Usually, Roddy did all the work, but occasionally she wanted to be the one to please him.

As Roddy gave Blythe his ejaculation face, she quickly moved three more times as she came. She quickly pulled off of him, and grabbed his penis just as a load of his seed squirted over her stomach.. Seed dripped, soaking some of her pubic hair as she shook, finishing her third orgasm.

“Damn,” said Roddy, panting as he put his arms around Blythe’s tiny waist. Her legs wobbled as she rested on her lower legs and knees.. She leaned down, hugging Roddy close as they began kissing. Unfortunately, the moment the two had shut their eyes, their two sneaky friends came up on them with two pails filled with freezing water from the lake. Before the two knew it, they had water spilling over them.

“You two look flushed,” Lavan shouted. “Have some water!”

Both Roddy and Blythe shrieked.

Blythe slipped off Roddy as the two friends began shouting, “Run!” as they raced off laughing while Roddy started cursing them out.

“Fuckers!” he shouted as he tried getting his now wet pants up. He was still hard as a rock between his legs, which made the predicament embarrassing for him. “You fucking bastards! I’m going -- to kill you!”

While a red-faced, wet, nude Blythe began drying herself off with the skin, Roddy chased his two wicked friends down the lake’s sandy shore.

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Though the previous night had been ruined for Roddy and Blythe, the four friends made up easily. Out in the wild, they had to. Survival was them counting on one another, and even though they all played pranks, they had to get work down.

Lavan kicked dirt into the few final charred pieces of wood still crackling once morning came. He turned, seeing Blythe finishing packing up some things they used for cooking and fetching clean water to drink.

He pushed back his ruffled brown hair as he looked around the camp, making sure they had everything they needed. “We set?”

“Just about,” said Pip. He had a bit of blackness under his left eye. He had obtained it by tripping as Roddy chased him and Lavan down a small hill. Thankfully, it was no worse than just a black eye.

Lavan nodded. He went over to his own pack and hoisted it over his shoulder. His bow was fastened around his left shoulder, with satchel still, and his sword was buckled at his waist, resting in its sheath. The four had no horses. They hunted on foot, since horses would startle animals or get startled themselves. But the four friends were all athletic, and dominated the woods most times.

“Forter shouldn’t be far,” Blythe said as she cradled her sack over her shoulders. Roddy was carrying the two hares, and Pip managed the quail.

“Alright,” said Lavan. “Let’s go.”

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The four hunters had reasoned that it’d take them at least the whole day to find their way into Forter. Now, as it neared evening, the four found themselves in town, walking past the strangers eying them up and down, knowing what sort of business they ran.

“Keep close,” Lavan told them as they trailed the streets, looking for a place to stay. Blythe kept close to Robby, knowing he’d keep her safe as Pip walked alongside Lavan.

“There should be in inn somewhere in this place,” said Roddy. He lifted his chin, just as a specific building caught his eye. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Check it out…” he pointed up at the sign as his companions’ eyes followed. “Pig’s Thigh Inn. Let’s check it out.”

“Looks good,” said Lavan. They walked up to the door. Before entering, Lavan turned to them and grinned, “Let’s see if these folks are willing to lend us a freezer.”

“After you,” they curtsied.

The four entered the inn, hoping its owners would be friendly enough to help out a few passing hunters.