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Becoming Woman Ch. 03 free porn video
Author’s Note: There are no quick fixes here, this is my attempt at romance, rather than what a friend of mine refers to as a ‘stroke story’.
Alas, this chapter is longer than I’d originally intended, and I dare say(though I hope otherwise), the next shall be just as long.
My earnest thanks to Kira, I truly value the time and effort you take with your editing. Also, I would like to thank Jim for your input!
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Deln woke to find the sun streaming unwelcome light onto his face. Groaning at himself for forgetting to close the door the night before, it took him more than a minute of staring at the large bay window to realise he’d moved into Morwendor’s rooms sometime during the night. Pulling one of the thin pillows into his chest, he rolled over and pulled the moss-green blanket over his head, completely uninterested in anything the day had to offer him.
Not a few minutes passed, and a loud banging rang out from his door through to Morwendor’s chamber, and he groaned inwardly.
‘Master Bard! Sir?’
Another loud banging, on Morwendor’s door this time, and Deln grumbled something unintelligible but unfriendly towards the intruder, and hugged the pillow tighter.
‘Master Bard! Sir Balron bids you come to the castle gate, quickly!’
There was a time when Balron’s summons would have made his stomach flutter, but now Deln only felt contempt for the beckoning guard.
‘Master Bard!’
‘Yes, yes,’ he grumbled, getting out of the round bed. ‘Tell him I’m coming-‘
But he didn’t get to finish his sentence, as the door was thrown open, and a tower guard came striding into the room, his feathered helmet and spear-tip almost reaching the ceiling.
‘Excuse me, my Lord, but he bids you come now,’ he pressed curtly, eyeing the disheveled Bard.
Frowning, and wondering exactly what the emergency could be, Deln’s thoughts quickly turned to Morwendor, covered in blood, being carried through the castle corridors, and he threw on his abandoned tunic from the floor, and followed the guard’s sprint through the castle to the top of the barbican.
‘Deln! Good to see you up before noon,’ the First Knight quipped, giving the rumpled man a raised eyebrow.
‘I am in no mood for jest, Balron. What is it?’ Deln growled, leaning, panting against the short stonewall.
‘We thought at first that it was chasing a deer, but, well, see for yourself, Master Bard,’ Balron replied, pointing into the distance.
Pulling his long hair back into a loose pony-tail, Deln followed the direction of the knight’s finger, and saw, without a doubt, Morwendor, in all her ragged, wild glory, being chased by a gargantuan Tiguran from the edge of the forest, over the fields and towards the castle. Deln couldn’t pull his eyes away from the ginger and grey striped forest cat, so close behind the fleeing woman. It was horned, much like the horn of a mythical unicorn, but there were two of them, and only appeared on females of their kind, used to protect their young against aggressive pack members.
‘Look at the size of it! Must be what, twelve, fifteen feet!’ one of the guards further along the wall exclaimed, making Deln’s stomach turn.
‘And those horns! Gods, wouldn’t want to be on the sharp end of those,’ his friend replied.
Both fell silent as the Minstrel glared them down.
‘What is she doing?’ he whispered, his eyes drawn to her as she zig-zagged in front of the great beast, slowing and speeding up in front of it.
‘Being hunted, by the looks,’ Balron replied, frowning at the advancing sight. ‘Strange for a tiguran to be out in the open, though. Archers! Ready aim!’
‘NO!’ Deln screamed, pulling the captain’s arm down. ‘They’ll hit her!’
Balron tsked, and waved his men down.
‘What do you suggest, then? She’s still two miles from safety,’ he said, directing his stern gaze to the pale man.
Deln stared at the wild woman, followed closely by the wild animal, pounding over the fields towards them. Fear was flooding him so much he couldn’t move, but an idea came to him, a mad idea that would never work, but he had to try.
‘Open the gate,’ he said, to which the knight immediately shook his head. ‘Open the gate, and give me a sword. Close it after me, I don’t care.’
‘Wait, my Lords!’
Both men directed their gazes back to Morwendor, who’d broken ahead of the beast. Coming up close to the castle, she put a fair distance between them, and then stopped, and spun around to face her pursuer.
‘NO!’
Deln’s horrified scream was drowned out by the huge animal’s roar, and it lowered it’s head, horns pointed straight at the girl, claws digging into the earth to give it more power and speed.
She crouched low, and just as he was sure she was about to be pounced upon by it, she sprang atop a rock and jumped high into the air. Landing perfectly on the beast’s straining back, she grabbed both horns, holding herself steady. With a powerfully sharp yank, twist, and screech, the animal stumbled, Morwendor jumping off it’s back to the ground again. As soon as she was standing still beside it, she looked up at the barbican and waved cheerfully at the men, all of whom had dropped their jaws to the ground. Beside her, the giant tiguran lay still, it’s considerably sized neck broken.
‘Have you ever seen anything like it?!’
‘Gods, a woman! Felling a beast that size!’
‘With her bare hands!’
Ignoring the gushing men around him, Deln flew down the battlement steps, and through the opening portcullis, heading to where Morwendor stood, huffing in front of the dead animal.
‘ARE YOU MAD?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!’ he bellowed, running towards her. ‘You could’ve been killed!!’
Morwendor let herself be caught in the man’s embrace, let him press her close to him and spin her around, clutching her head to his chest. The sound of galloping hooves behind them told her that others were coming as well, but she didn’t pull back, instead, turned her head so she could speak.
‘Fast this way. Carry dead hunt take more time,’ she said softly. ‘And you call.’
Deln blushed darkly at her words. He was beyond questioning how she could have heard him from as far as the forest. The mere fact that she’d heard him and come running expanded his heart so much he thought it’d burst.
‘Morwendor, I must congratulate you on a most successful and impressive hunt.’
Balron stepped down from his steed and studied the dead animal while Morwendor and Deln broke their embrace.
‘Thank-you,’ the girl replied carefully, eyeing the knight warily.
‘May I ask how you got it to chase you?’
Morwendor looked between Deln and Balron, not sure if she wanted to give her hunting secrets away.
‘Make it angry with Mor-me,’ she said finally, satisfied with her answer.
Balron rolled his eyes and pulled a length of rope down from his saddle. Before he could wrap the length around the beast’s ankles, the girl was in front of him, baring her teeth, fury written all over her dirt-stricken face.
‘Unless you want to carry it all the way to the kitchens?’ he asked, undeterred by the feral image in front of him.
Deln pulled her back, but she continued to glare at the man, uninterested in losing her fresh prey to him.
‘Thank-you, Sir,’ Deln said, to the Knight’s nod. ‘Come, Morwendor. Come and have a bath.’
Morwendor allowed herself to be led away, giving the Knight a last defiant glare from over her shoulder.
Back in her rooms, Morwendor let Deln fuss over her, filling the tub with hot water and ordering her in. She didn’t understand his obsession with clean skin, but still sniffing annoyance on him, decided it was better to let him do as he pleased for a while.
‘Morwendor, how did you make the animal angry with you?’ he asked, finally breaking the silence as he rubbed a sponge down her back.<
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Relishing the knowledge that Morwendor was back within reach, he pushed aside his excitement and focused on cleaning the girl. She’d gotten dirt on her stitches, she’d have to visit Mary anyway in case she’d acquired a new injury while away.
‘I make bad word on mate, and make pee on food,’ she replied immediately, causing the man to cough behind her. ‘She does not like pee,’ she added, turning around and giving him a look like he ought to understand that.
‘No, I can’t imagine many animals do,’ he replied, blushing and picking up the lost sponge out of the quickly darkening bath water.
‘Why they take hunt away?’ she asked, content to note his bristling scent had calmed a little.
‘They’ll prepare it for dinner, tonight in the court.’
At this, Morwendor stood, ignoring the water splashing over the side of the tub, heat raising through her body to her cheeks.
‘No! I hunt for you, not court! Not court dinner, Deln dinner!’
Caught off-guard for the second time in less than a minute, Deln wiped the splashed water off his face with his sleeve. There was nothing for it, he’d have to bathe too, now that he was covered in her dirty bath water.
‘And I appreciate it, I’m very grateful,’ he called as she clambered out of the tub and disappeared from sight. ‘It was very impressive!’
Getting up, he followed the girl’s wet footprints from the bathroom to her bedroom dresser. He thanked the gods above that she still hadn’t figured out which clothes went on first and closed the dresser drawer again.
‘Morwendor, I don’t eat meat,’ he said, directing her back to the bathroom.
Experience should have told him to expect it, but he jumped when her sharp teeth dug into the wrist on her shoulder. She let go just as quickly, and directed her fiery gaze at him before climbing carefully back into the tub.
‘Not good. Deln eat meat. Meat is good food.’
‘Yes,’ he replied tiredly, ‘meat is good to eat, but it does not like me, and never stays in my stomach.’
‘Deln?’
‘Hm?’
‘You not want hunt?’
Defenseless against her hurt tone, Deln shook his head and pulled her back so that her matted hair lost the leaves inhabiting it in the water.
‘I do, Morwendor, I feel very special. I’ll enjoy tonight’s dinner, yes?’
The girl smiled up at him from where her head lay back in the water, and he was charmed by her sweet smile. In turn, Morwendor’s attention was drawn to the twinkling pale blue eyes giving her such a gaze that she was sure she was blushing over her entire body.
‘Yes.’
‘Will you come to dinner tonight?’
Morwendor’s happy expression immediately closed. He’d asked this of her before, and she’d already turned him down. Now she wondered why he was asking again. She sat up and frowned to herself, she was no tame pet, she would not sit and be quiet to make others feel comfortable.
‘No. Not want-‘
‘-people staring, I know,’ Deln finished for her, unable to help feeling a little disappointed. ‘Do you want me to bring dinner to you again?’
Morwendor splashed Deln, frowning deeply at him. Tempted to bite, she held back only to berate him some more.
‘I hunt to bring you dinner. Not always Deln bring me dinner.’
‘Why don’t we eat together, then?’ Deln compromised.
‘Not with others?’
He shook his head, biting his tongue. As much as he was sure King Imlan would disapprove of his absence yet again, he didn’t want to let the wild woman out of his sight, and felt as though his own blush was turning just as deep red as hers. How did they come to be so awkward around each other?
‘Just the two of us. I’ll show you where the kitchens are and then we can eat back up here. My rooms have a small balcony, so we can sit out with the stars. How does that sound?’
‘You stay and eat with me?’
Morwendor got up and walked into the towel her golden-haired man offered. They hadn’t eaten together since the last night she’d stayed in the healing house, and she missed it.
‘Dry yourself off, and I’ll help you put a dress on. Then we’ll go together to the kitchens and fetch dinner.’
As soon as she was dressed, Deln took the girl’s hand, and they walked hand in hand to the kitchens. Biting her tongue to distract herself from skipping circles around Deln, Morwendor let him lead her through the candle-lit corridors of the castle. Servants passed them by, carrying large, silverware platters on their shoulders. Morwendor avoided their curious, wandering eyes, gripping Deln’s hand a little tighter.
‘You fell a huge tiguran on your own, and yet passing a few servants in the safety of the castle halls with me by your side still bothers you?’
Morwendor stared up at the blonde, trying to make sense of his words, but gave up quickly when he didn’t seem to need a response.
‘Deln, I am lost,’ she said finally, when he stopped them.
Unbeknownst to Morwendor, they stood in front of the kitchen door. The cooks knew him well for his bad reaction to meat and his love of toffee, but they would be meeting his charge for the first time, and he wasn’t sure how she’d react to the sight of so much food and such a bustling place.
‘Stay close to my side, Morwendor. If you see something you’d like, tell me and I’ll ask the cooks, yes?’
Bright orange eyes stared up at him, and Morwendor nodded that she understood. Taking a deep breath, Deln knocked loudly once, and swung the large wooden door open.
Directly in front of them, a white haired man of massive girth stood behind a wooden bench, and when his beady bright blue eyes fell upon his favourite bard, he opened his arms and showed his flour covered palms in greeting.
‘Ah, Maestro, welcome, welcome! How are ye this fine evening, lad?’
‘Well, thank-you, Master Gridath. And you?’
‘Oh fine, fine, lad. And who’s the wee one ye’ve brought with ye tonight?’
Gently pulling Morwendor around from behind him, Deln smiled at her encouragingly while she took in the numerous benches, furnaces and apron-wearing cooks rushing around behind the giant man.
‘This is Morwendor, Master Gridath-‘
‘Ah!’ the cook interrupted and leaned over the counter, pushing his fat, moustached face forward. ‘Say t’isn’t so, Deln, she’s but a wee little thing!’
‘Deln? I do not understand his word-speak,’ Morwendor grumbled, still grasping one of his arms with both hands.
The cook was staring at her, but she didn’t want to match his gaze, there was something greedy about the way he looked at her, like he was contemplating her as a serving of food.
‘Morwendor, this is Master Gridath, Head Cook for the King.’
‘Oh, a fine title, to be sure, lassie, but nae’ ye mind it, jis call me Gridath if ye can manage,’ the jolly man responded giving her a toothy grin. ‘Is it true, lass? Dinnae tell me ye were all alone hunting that beast?’
‘Hunting? Yes, I hunt for Deln dinner, but he say to me ‘I do not eat meat’.’
‘Oh, aye, lass,’ Gridath replied, giving her a wink as she relaxed in front of him. ‘I’ve been trying to fatten him up since he was nae’ but a wee lad, but he eats less than a waif as yerself.’
‘What is waifasyerself?’
‘Someone like you,’ Deln supplied, raising an eyebrow at the cook.
‘Oh.’
Morwendor had to agree, she couldn’t see Deln eating a whole fish in one go, either.
‘Gridath, could we trouble you for dinner?’ Deln asked, and the big man nodded. ‘And, a gentle portion of Morwendor’s hunt for me,’ he added, grimacing as the words came forth.
‘Yer asking for pain, laddie, but t’be sure, ye’ll have yer gentle portion,’ Gridath replied, unable to suppress a grin when he turned back to his cooks. ‘Oi Laurelei! Dinner fer two ‘n t’go!’
‘Aye, Sir!’ one of the cooks yelled out.
‘Anything else, lad?’
Deln gazed down at Morwendor, a small curve playing on his lips at th
e expectant look on her delicate features.
‘Do you happen to have any toffee left from my batch?’ he asked, to which Gridath nodded vigorously.
‘Aye, I wondered if ye’d be after summat sweet,’ he smirked. ‘Kept this aside, the others’ve pinched the rest,’ he added, handing over a glass jar from under his bench.
Deln opened the jar, and Morwendor immediately caught the enticingly sweet scent.
‘I know this smell!’
Deln laughed, the wild woman was staring at the jar of left-over toffee he’d made while she’d been gone like it was the biggest fish she’d ever seen.
‘I’m relieved to hear you say that,’ he quipped, surrendering the open jar to her outstretched hands. ‘I was wondering if you’d remembered how we met.’
‘Dinner’s up!’
‘Ah, here we go, Maestro, ye mind yer stomach now,’ Gridath warned as two cooks brought over a tray each, both with roast meat and vegetables.
‘Thank-you, Gridath. Morwendor?’
Deln motioned for Morwendor to give him the jar, but she clutched it tightly and shook her head.
‘Oh, dinnae worry lass, the Maestro here’d love to make ye some more jus’ soon as ye ask,’ Gridath offered to the wide-eyed girl.
Glancing between the jar and Deln, Morwendor bit her lip, and handed it over. He gave her a smile in return, put the lid back on and put the jar on one of the offered trays before taking it. Realising she’d need to carry one as well, Morwendor accepted the other with a nod to the cook holding it out.
‘Good night, Master Cook,’ Deln farewelled, and Morwendor followed silently.
‘Deln?’ she asked timidly as she followed his path through the now empty corridors, she didn’t have his hand to hold, and though nobody was around, she felt her heartbeat jump in tempo.
‘Concentrate on carrying your tray for now,’ he replied, leading them quickly back to his rooms.
Sooner than she expected, they walked past her chamber door, the surrounding tapestries telling her where she was. She could see finding her way to her rooms in future would be an easier task than it was currently and quietly smiled at the comforting realisation.
Deln stopped outside his room and put the tray down. Opening the door, he gestured Morwendor in, before retrieving his dinner. Curling his lip at the meat sliced on the plate, he followed her path into the room, and realised it would be the first time she was seeing them, and rued that it was already night.
The scent of Deln was on everything, as though soaked into every fabric. Morwendor’s head spun at the sweetness of it, and she wanted to press her face into every piece of cloth. Salivating madly as she watched him balance his tray one-handed and open the balcony doors, the sight of the world outside instantly stole her attention.
‘Come,’ he beckoned gently, and she followed his voice to the moonlit perch.
The platform was small: large enough for two comfortable-looking wooden chairs and a round table, but not much else. The stone banister was low, like the little wooden table, but the wide landscape, opening onto the courtyard below, and the trees stretching far off into the distance silenced her.
‘Do you like it?’ he asked, placing his tray on the table.
Morwendor nodded, her eyes stuck on the view, trying to take it all in at once. Deln was truly clever, to have his nest stuck to the side of the castle, but she wasn’t jealous, her nest was inside, safe and warm, and she could still see the world from her room’s window. But to eat and be comfortable so high and outside amazed her.
Gesturing for the wide-eyed girl to join him, Morwendor sat in the offered chair, but was no longer interested in food, and left her tray abandoned beside his. Instead, she stared at the world on display, while Deln lit the table lamp and set to his dinner.
‘Thank-you, Morwendor. It was very good,’ Deln said finally, putting his empty plate back down on the tray.
Her attention recaptured, Morwendor blinked at the man. Though he was still smiling, he was blushing furiously, his sky blue eyes twinkling at her again.
‘You like my hunt?’
In an instant, she was on top of him, again, and the anger he’d felt at being at her mercy before came back to the surface. He didn’t want her in charge, a woman, taking control of him like this, it embarrassed him.
A strong part of him resented her instinct to be on top, to keep a hold over him, but another, quieter part of him was joyful and comfortable in her embrace. He wanted so much to let her do what came naturally to her, but childhood memories of being teased and bullied because of his lean stature and gentle features were ingrained in him, and another voice, old and masculine told him to grow up and be a man.
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