He knew it had been a while since his last visit. Ruth also knew she would pitch a fit at his missing eye, unsure if word had filtered through her other connections. It didn’t matter anymore. The elf had adapted, sometimes forgetting, but he rarely stumbled to a fall anymore or bumped into corners of things. He hadn’t expected to add hammocks to the latest thing to reacquaint himself with.
Don’t think about it…
The image flashed before him just as the thought betrayed him, ass shifting in the saddle uncomfortably. His head shook while urging his horse forwards, riding up the path towards the Back Water’s stables. No-one seemed around at first, but Ruth paid it no mind, still distracted as he dismounted and sheltered the beast. Unusually he lingered, and needing his hands to be busy toyed with the horses mane, knotting it into strands.
Why he invited her, I don’t know. I mean I know why, but it’s the ceremony? It’s literally me, Haulean, Meg, him and the fuckwad marryin’ them and I doubt they are gonna be packin'. His voice trailed from a whisper to a hushed muttering, and eventually he’d sigh and begin grabbing his stuff. He can’t seriously think he’s gonna die on his wedding day. I’ll kill him. Again. After I bring him back, he's not leaving me with her again. No. He wouldn’t, but only because Meg didn’t deserve it. She deserved a win, one that wasn’t forced on her like Arlathan.
Dropping his pack on the stables threshold, Ruth leaned against the open doors. Dora was fun, annoyingly reliable but he’d liked that she’d been on the outskirts. Being Nairn’s new mech meant she was closer, nearer and around people who knew things about him. Was there an agenda besides business, friendship? He’d a clearer picture of the trust he’d had when she was just a professional contact. Now it felt complicated, his mask slipping on occasion in her company far too easily for his liking. What the fuck is wrong with me… again shaking his head while he looked over the place.
After a while, a grin began to grow. Ruth chuckled,You gonna come out of your hiding place, or am I gonna need to sniff you out like some mabari mutt? A devious look was cast around in search, ears tipping to catch the first altering sound of her feet shifting. How long you been standing there, eh?
Long enough to know you need to be fucked, and bad, that's what's wrong with you... She teased playfully as she padded into the stables, already dropping her dress to the hay as she came up behind him and pressed to his back. Ruth had come to visit her at just the right time -- she had been left too many times over the last few nights, incredibly unfulfilled and needed the type of relief only he could offer her. Her arms snaked around his middle as she hugged to him, burying her face into the robes he wore, careful not to touch anywhere that she knew from their years together would be an immediate stop to their time together.
Wanna tell me what's got you so riled up, or do I need to tease it out of you? And you know I can tease just about anything out of you. But something told her that this wasn't just a normal visit, he might need something different, her to play a different part. Over the years she had played many different parts for Ruth, and every time she did, she knew it was because of a woman -- none of the male partners he ever took left him like that. She wondered if it was because men just were less problematic in their approach to sex, but she knew that couldn't be the case.
Then again, it would be nice to see you on all fours while I ride your face. Choice is yours Ruth, tell me what you need, since I definitely didn't expect you back so soon yet. She made no move to undress him, even if she was already soaking wet at the prospect of a public shag -- customers would be coming by soon enough, and everything had already been taken care of for the night, so she wouldn't be getting called away any time soon. You need me on my knees, my mouth wrapped around your cock, or ass up in the air, trembling and dripping for you to fill me, or do you want to stretch me wide with fingers and take me up the ass. She trailed off, sighing a little at the heat he put out through that robe of his.
Ruth scoffed as she teased him because she was right. It had been a short while since he had the opportunity for a good fuck. The flutter of fabric gathering on the ground caused his grin to widen though while his arms remained loosely hanging even as hers slid around his middle to gently lean into his back. It was reassuring to know someone understood where to leave well alone when it came to touching, the lines marring his back were not stories he spoke on during flings of fancy. Willie understood that.
Oh it’s just as you say. In need of a good fucking. He’d sigh, lying effortlessly. She could wonder about the finer details all she liked but Ruth was in no mood to delve into a session, talking about the little feeling he allowed to surface. Maybe after she cleared his head a little he’d perhaps own up to needing something, but the stubborn independent streak in him walled up most times.
The filth that dripped out her mouth caused him to laugh, head tilting back to let it ring out in the stables. It broke some of the tension in his shoulders, the gremlin in him taking over. Taking one arm, Ruth spun her around to face him, edging her up against the stables frame using his few inches to tower over her. I think here, and like this, is a good place to start.
A hand found her hip, sliding down over the softness of her skin to hook around the underside of Mina’s thigh and with little effort hoisted her upwards. Using the frame as leverage, Ruth pushed himself into her, grinding his pelvis against the slick warmth of her centre. The hand at her elbow made a slow journey down her side, he could trust her to hook her ankles around him while his digits scouted, gripped and teased her bare chest, guiding a nipple into his mouth to tease, mumbling, I better not hear a word of complaint, either. I can smell how wet you are for me, Willie-minx.
There was an intrinsic sort of trust that came from being someone's sexual partner for the better part of one's adult life -- the sort of trust that allowed him to man-handled her into the position he wanted, while she did what she needed to help facilitate the position -- hands gripping the edge of the horse stall, for instance, to help keep her weight low for him to be able to thrust up into her over and over until he came from the effort -- her ankles crossing behind his back, so that even in his more frantic moments, they'd not slip apart. Trust was something that they had for one another in these moments, and the understanding that what they did in the dark was between them, whether it be because of someone else or not, their time being adjoining puzzle pieces was theirs and theirs alone.
And those years had made it so that she knew where not to touch, where not to make comments -- her body situated finally, and her folds parted and filled, she let one hand come down to his shoulder, her thumb along his neck, to trace over the column of his throat as his lips closed around air pebbled flesh. Being a whore, one would have thought that she lost all the joys of sex long ago, but with she never had with Ruth. One of her regulars had told her it was a disease of the mind, her compulsion to fuck and be fucked -- he had read about it, he said, in one of the manuscripts in the City -- nymphomania it was called, which she didn't believe, she could stop any time she wanted, and she was going to, for Colt. She really was -- after she sorted Ruth out a few more times.
Only for you, you know that, you got me trained that by the time I know it's your horse coming up the lane I already start dripping down my legs, and lucky for you, she breathed quietly as she teased her thumb along his throat, to have him look up to her, so that she could claim those lips with her own, to feed deep of the kisses she dreamed of so many days and nights. I've not had a client in over three days now and you know I can only shove my own fist in me so many times before even that loses it's appeal. Can't even chop courgettes for the stew either without thinking they'd do the trick. I was contemplating the aubergine too, and then here you are, answer to my prayers.
She was comfortable. A safe bet, but adventurous sexual partner. And while the nasty green eyed goblin that lurked in him would have everyone believe there might be more to the lust than met the eye, she knew better. He was a jealous lover, but not in the usual way. She could fuck whoever she wanted, even Colt, if she hadn’t already, and he wouldn’t bat an eyelid. She was free. Like him. To explore whoever and whatever they wanted.
Something in the air was changing though. Ruth didn’t know what, or when it would strike, but the foreboding was something he couldn’t quite shrug off, even as her tight core wrapped around him so perfectly. Fuck.
Hips rolled, roughly thrusting up into her just to hear that delightful little squeak of hers. Ruth grunted, his eye rolling lazily in time with each of his thrusts. Deep, heavy, building in tempo to chase that temporary high. Gods he needed that image out of his mind, their position currently all wrong, but the pleasure still clawed along every nerve as he ground into her. Ruth scoffed a laugh, Normally I’d not care about who you’re fucking, or not fucking, but right now… Hands readjusted, dropping her deliberately, but safely back to the ground. Right now I just want you screaming.
His hands snatched her chin, cupping and forcing a hard kiss, teeth biting. Without leaving her a breath, hands turned her around while he backed her up against the stable doors, reaching to open the top half. Lemme see that ass jiggle.. he’d hum, his cock twitching against her folds while a hand roamed down from her shoulders along her back, pressing her to bend over the door.
So what if the regulars, or Coop caught the show… what did he care about that as he drove back into her. Courgette’s ain’t got shit on this…
