Warning: Adult Content
They finished the walk back to the caverns in silence. Drum asked Fray if she would see to sleeping arrangements for Lacy and Brian and Fray and led the pair down into the darkness.
Down one of the side tunnels they came to a large room that was set up like a barracks with bunk beds standing in rows like bookshelves in a library.
Fray spoke to a young man who was sitting in a chair near to the entrance and he rose and guided them along to a pair of empty bunks.
"You two can fight over top bunk, but keep it down, people are sleeping." Fray whispered.
She pointed to a tunnel that branched off of the side. "Latrines and the bathing area that we showed you earlier is down that way. Any door leads outside if you follow it far enough. But if you get to the room where the God stands, you have gone the wrong way. All of those tunnels lead to gates. Besides, you aren't worthy of that room yet."
"You mean, you aren't going to chain us up? Not going to put us in cages?" Brian asked.
"Is that what you want? Would that excite you, little man?" Fray asked and Lacy rolled her eyes.
Brian blushed and turned away. Fray laughed.
"Look. Go ahead and run if you want. No passage is unguarded. No exit is blind. We will see you. We will run you down and we will make you regret it to your very marrow. Good night."
Fray waved tiredly and walked back the way they had come.
Kon was sitting on the edge of the bed, sharpening a spearhead when Fray's head appeared over the top of the ladder that led to their elevated room. When the clan had first found the tunnel system, several small caves were discovered way up on the main cavern's walls. They had served some sort of shamanic purpose for the indigenous people that had lived there long before and the walls were covered in signs and paintings.
When Kon had become one of the clan's greatest warriors, he was offered the honor of using one of the rooms. He asked Fray that very night if she would join him on their path into the future and she had quickly agreed and they had been together since that night.
He looked up from what he was doing as she climbed over the lip of the tunnel. His eyes watched her movement intently and she caught his eye and said, "What?"
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and every time I see you it hits me just as hard… Gods, you are breathtaking."
She tossed a tiny stone from the floor at him and he didn't even attempt to block it and it bounced off of his forehead. Nothing in his demeanor changed, he didn't flinch, didn't blink, didn't acknowledge that it happened at all.
Fray couldn't stand it and began to laugh and by the time she reached him, she was bent double and she collapsed onto the fur covered rope bed next to him and she gasped out. "Great warrior poet. You make me laugh."
He nodded, placing a hand on her hip as she lay curled around him like a cat. "We have laughed a lot my Love. We have laughed away endless hours."
She reached up and rubbed her hand over his bald head. He closed his eyes. "Mmm, stubble…" She said, "You know I love stubble."
"You know what else we have spent endless hours doing?" Fray asked as the tips of her nails slid over his skull.
"Ummm, picking mushrooms?" She smacked the back of his head, hard.
"Guess again. Try harder." She told him.
"Skinning…" Another hard smack.
"You aren't very good at this." She told him.
He stood up and turned around. His voice sounded like thunder on a distant hill. "Take your clothes off and I will show you my next guess."
Her smile was wicked and her eyes captured the flames from the lantern that hung above the bed. "That's better."
Their lovemaking was as varied as their moods and right then it bordered on violence. Kon often referred to this kind of coupling as his favorite fight. They struggled and fought for dominance, asking no quarter and giving none. Expanses of skin were left with handprints, bite marks and scratches that mapped the paths of their passions.
Her strength meant that he did not need to pretend that their struggle was real. She tested him, challenged him, made him show his power in order to be inside of her, but in a way it was like fighting the ocean. He was a force of nature and his energy and effort was as much a turn on as anything else about him. Well, except perhaps for his tongue.
His eloquence of words extended to other gifts and there were times that he left her exhausted, weak and smiling and afterward, sleeping like a bear gone down for winter.
They were perfectly matched and when they had at last collapsed, sweat covered and exhausted onto the bed, he rumbled quietly into the whorl of her ear. "I think you want me dead."
She turned her head slightly as she backed her spine up to fit against the barrel of his chest. "What?"
"In the morning…" He thought for a moment before continuing. "Okay, probably early afternoon. I have to step into the paddock with that nightmare spawned boar, armed only with that spear." He nodded across the room to where it stood. "And I have to do it in front of the whole clan. A morale booster. A demonstration of skill and renown."
"Yes, and?"
"You've bruised my legs, pushed my back to it's limits, bitten my arms and wrists until they are raw and nearly bloody and to top it all off, you have probably strained my ribs on both sides. I think you want that big bristling bastard to kill me."
She giggled. Pressed her ass up against him and wiggled it.
After he groaned, she giggled again and said over her shoulder. "You're a hero. A champion. A warrior of the Red Branch. Am I to understand that one round of fairly tame fucking is going to do you in?"
He pulled her close and laughed. "When you put it like that…"
She ground herself back against him again and said, "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."
2022 Lance Cheuvront
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