Boredom

He was bored.  He sat there thinking of what he could be doing and where he would be if he hadn’t joined the Honor of Dragon.  Until now he had felt he was a part of them, since he had helped them on many occasions.  Being an archer can be an asset to any army.  They had sought after him to join for years because of his very good eyesight.  The unit he was assigned was newly formed and they were waiting for more men before they moved out.  That could be another month.  So for now he just sat there amongst the new soldiers.  He didn’t know any of them.  The ones he did know were ones he had met out in the field over the past few years.  Unlike most of the others here, at the end of he day he had someone to go home to.  Only problem was that she was pregnant.  Tonnagell was an amazing woman.  He knew he loved her and was anxious to see this child born.  He hoped for a son.  They had already chosen a name if it was to be a boy.  They were still discussing several names for a girl.  Migus had been adamant that they name the boy after his father.  He had watched his father die a hero trying to keep the Dryads from taking over a small village.  His father had taught him how to survive in the forest and how to hunt with his bow.  He knew that he could have learned the same things from his mother, but she died when he was a young boy.  That last year of her life had been very hard on his father.  She was paralyzed from the neck down.  He could still remember seeing her fall back into the pit that the three of them dug together.  He also could remember the snap he heard when she hit the floor.

He shook his head and tried to put his mind on other things, like that wench he saw the other day.  He remembered her from the tavern that he used to frequent years ago.  He remembered also what a good lay she was and that old ornery tavern keeper didn’t let her be had cheap.  He wondered if she had moved up in the world since she was staying in the lair.  She was probably more costly now than back then.  She had one beautiful body and he remembered that she used to entertain by dancing with a sword.  She certainly had some good muscles on her.  Now Tonnagell was a very fit woman and she knew the forest like he did and she was schooled in herbs and other secret things.  She had a good position in the lair caring for sick dragons and helping with the care of the newborn ones.  They needed extra attention until they shed their skin at about a year old.  They didn’t have wings or scales until then.  Yet even though she was beautiful and smart and was very good at throwing a dagger, she was not athletic.

His thoughts went to what it would be like to find her place and get a good humping out of her.  He practically got lost in these thoughts and sat there with a faraway look in his eyes, not noticing anything or anyone around him.  He thought it would be good to get a daily humping out of her since Tonnagell hadn’t given him more than some cuddling these past two months.  To have that firm lean flesh in his groping hands was a thought that was making him drool into his unkempt beard.  He ran his hand through his motley hair as if he was trying to make himself look better.  Tonnagell told him often that he was handsome except for his wild hair.  It wouldn’t grow long and it went in several directions.  She had started putting a special ointment that she made, in it lately and it was now longer than it had ever been.  Still he kept his beard even though she had requested that he shave it off.  She kept telling him that he was good enough to join the Elite Dragon guard that worked directly under the Dragon Keeper.  He laughed at that.  He was too much like his father to be a leader of men.  Of course he didn’t feel like he was going to be much good as a follower either.  Those thoughts were far from his mind at this moment.

Tonnagell was from the far north and she didn’t talk like anyone else.  He loved listening to her way of speaking.  Her mother had been accused of being a witch and her father packed a cart for her and sent her away.  She had learned much from her mother and he didn’t want her to be tried as a witch also.

The first time Migus ever saw Tonnagell was in the winter about ten years ago.  He was out hunting food for Ylja, the woman that took him in when his father had been killed.  It was very early in the morning and the sun was just about to rise.  The snow had been on the ground for the past few weeks and a fresh snow had fallen during the night.  He had been sitting behind a log near a deer trail.  He had seen tracks there these past few days and was hoping to get sight of them this morning.  He had also been laying out food on the trail to attract them.  He had been there sitting quietly with his bow for over an hour when he heard a noise behind him.  He slowly turned around.  Looking up the hill behind him he saw the source of the sound even in the dim light.  He could see things far away that others couldn’t.  Ylja told him that he had dragon sight.  She had then made him a drink and taught him how to find the plants to also make it.  She said it would help him improve his sight and keep it sharp for many many years.  That drink tasted terrible.

The sound had been made by a horse.  He could see it about 400 yards away.  Its reigns had been tied to the back of a wagon.  It looked like the horse had been asleep on the ground behind the wagon that night.  The wagon was covered with a thick layer of the snow that had fallen during the night.  He wondered where the owner was.

The horse was pawing around and making too much noise.  Migus figured he better check this out since he doubted that the deer would come by with this racket.  Quietly he got up and made his way through the trees and rocks.  He had to take his time since he was not following a trail and the snow hid much of what was there.  Even so he still was able to make his way with barely a sound.  By the time he reached the wagon the sun was up.  He saw no one around.  He was about to look into the wagon when the horse suddenly grabbed a rope with its mouth and pulled.  Bells jangled.  Migus suddenly thought ambush and whirled around expecting people to pop out of hiding.  Nothing happened.  Then a sound from the wagon made him freeze.  Slowly he turned around and what he saw made his eyes widen and his jaw drop.

Tonnagell had been asleep under a thick blanket in the back of the wagon.  She had sat up and let the blanket fall exposing her large breasts.  Migus found himself only looking at them.  Until she cleared her throat.  Then he looked up to her eyes.  One was green and the other was blue.  He had never seen anyone whose eyes were different colors.  For a moment he felt so plain only having brown eyes. Her long straggly hair had flames of red mixed with blonde and she had so many freckles all over.  He had never seen freckles before.  He wanted her and started planning how to achieve that.

They just looked at each other for the longest.  The cold didn’t seem to be affecting her.  Their breath mixed together and that made her giggle.

Then she spoke, “I didna know I ada vistor.”  Migus was hooked for life.

Voices brought Migus back to the present.  He looked up to see a wagon of women approaching.  It stopped nearby and as the women began to climb out, he recognized the tavern wench.  He could tell from their wet hair that they had been to the lake.  There was some gathering there this day for the women.  He wanted this wench and he followed her discreetly as they entered the lair.  The torches along the corridor cut out of solid stone lit the way.  The wench he wanted was walking with another woman that also looked familiar.  It was obvious that they were very close.  They kept giggling and laughing over things they were talking about.  Just before the wench got to her door the light haired one took a different path saying she had someone to meet.

Migus gave her a few moments after she entered her dwelling as he pulled out his money bag.  He got out a smaller one that was empty and counted out some coins into it.  Then he put away the first bag.  He tossed up the little bag and caught it with a smile of lust upon his face.  He looked about and saw no one in the corridor.  Quickly he walked up to her door and knocked hard.  A slow moment passed and then the door opened to reveal his desire still in her blue robe.

He pushed the door on open as he walked in uninvited.  With one hand he tossed her the bag of money and the other hand caught the door and swung it shut.  She stood bewildered looking at the bag of money.  Migus became impatient.  He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her toward the bed at the far side of the room.  Her robe came open and he saw she was naked underneath.  He undid his belt as he pulled her along.  He was enjoying his being so rough with her.

As he tossed her upon the bed, she let out a very weak, “no.”  He didn’t hear her.  He climbed onto her and forced her legs apart and mounted her.  She gasped as he grunted.  He squeezed on her breasts hard and then pinched her nipples.  This seemed to awaken her and she began to hit him.  Oh, this was really good.  Migus had never had a woman act like this before.  He just kept humping on.

Then she screamed a loud piercing, “NO!”  Right next to his ear.  That added anger to his excitement.

He yelled back at her to keep quiet, but actually he wanted her to keep fighting him.  She screamed more and he growled and yelled at her until suddenly he felt a sharp pain just below his right shoulder blade.  It was a sharp deep cold pain.  One he recognized.  A pain that should not occur during a good humping.  Still he stayed mounted.  He was determined to finish what he paid for. 

Then a second and third scream filled the room.  It was like he was surrounded by this wench.  This was the wildest hump he had ever done.  He was lost in it.  Lost until he was suddenly grabbed and drug off of the wench.  His seed spurting out upon himself and the floor as the guard’s drug him kicking out of the room.  They didn’t stop to let him pull up his pants or to listen to any of what he was saying. He was so angry.  He yelled at them and screamed indignities.  That didn’t faze them.  He wriggled all about, but they were too strong even for him.  He tried again and again to get out of their hold.  They were too well practiced at handling their charges.

Suddenly they stopped and plopped his bare bottom onto a cold stone chair.  A red lady was there.  She pulled the dagger from his back and began to bandage him.  The guard shackled his legs to the stone chair.  The bloody dagger was tossed onto the floor in front of him.  Then they left him.  He was not comfortable and his pants were still down below his knees.  His throat was sore from yelling at the guards.  He watched them leave as he wondered where he was.  There was very little light.  He let his eyes adjust.  He was very bewildered but at least the bandage helped make the pain begin to dull.  He wondered who stabbed him in the back and who screamed those other screams.  He looked down at the dagger on the floor with his blood on it.  The dagger was in the style of the swords of the elite guard.  Only a family member of the Dragon Keeper would have a dagger like that.  His heart sank.

He sat there alone for a long while feeling so humiliated.  He let himself fall asleep.  It was the only thing he could do while he waited.