Swordplay
“Alright class, quiet down for a second. We have a new student today. Fyrn, introduce yourself,” said Syd. The variously aged class paused their sparring to look at me.
“Hi. I’m Fyrn, I’m 18,and I want to get better with a sword,” I said—trying to be done with this attention as soon as possible.
“Thanks Fyrn, welcome to camp. You will be training with Leynia today. She’s right over there.” He points toward a girl about my age, with beautifully long golden-red hair, and kind green eyes. She meets my eyes as I shift my gaze from her head down to her toes, sizing up my opponent. She was muscular, but still had the soft curves of a young woman. She was wearing a dark green tunic and brown trousers, while brandishing a dull wooden sword. As I walked over, I picked up a training sword of my own from a nearby rack.
“Hi, nice to meet you Leynia.” I extended my open hand in greeting.
“Likewise. So, do you have any experience with a sword?” she asked as we shook hands, her palm roughly calloused.
“A little bit, but not nearly as much as you by the looks of it.”
She giggled a little, and said, “well let’s put it to the test.” She lifted her sword in a ready stance. “Ready?”
I copied her stance and nodded.
She lunged forward and stabbed at my torso, but I sidestepped just in time, guiding her blade away from me with my own. I took the opportunity to slash at her side, but with barely any power—I was afraid to hurt her. She easily parried my strike and did the same thing: a slash
at my shoulder. I stepped back, but not in time. Her sword smacked into my shoulder with a wack—likely bruising me.
“Well, not bad for a start. Try not to leave yourself so open after striking, instead, swing like this,” she said as she walked up behind me. She pressed her body against my back, gently grabbing my weapon hand and my left side, under my new injury. Her soft touch was surprising, given the bruise she gave me only moments before. I couldn’t help but focus on her chest rubbing against me, instead of the swordplay she was trying to teach me.
“Focus. You should stab your opponent in a small arc, like this.” Apparently she could sense my preoccupation.
I followed her guide: stepping as her body pushed on mine, stabbing as she extended my arm, twisting my hips as she pushed against my side.
“There you go, now try without me.”
I do as she said, getting in a ready stance, arm out. I lunged forward with new speed, slicing through the air, using my legs and hips for power where I was once reliant on my arms alone.
“Hey! Nice job! Keep it up and you’ll be as good as me,” she said smiling at me.
“Thanks for the tips, it’s fun working with such a good teacher,” I said, returning the smile.
We stood there for a moment, meeting each other’s eyes. She was so close I could feel her breath on my neck. I could see every detail of her glimmering green eyes, her smooth freckled skin, her full lips. I swear nothing else existed but me and her in that instant.
“Time for break!” Syd yelled over the wacks of sparring swords, breaking us out of our magical stupor.
“Come on, let’s get some food,” Leynia said.
I followed behind her, appreciating the view.
After lunch, we got back to sparring. I eventually dealt a blow or two, but couldn’t tell if she was just letting me win a little. Either way, I had fun with her—besides getting a lot more bruises.
Once we got too tired to continue, she asked me if I wanted to walk with her. I quickly obliged and we started towards the forest nearby.
“So Fyrn, what brings you to camp to learn the sword?”
“Well, ever since my parents died in the war, my sister and I have been living alone. And you know how dangerous it is out here.
“I just want to protect her, and myself. And who knows, maybe a sword will come in handy.”
“That’s a good reason. Mine is a little different, but I understand wanting to protect people.”
“So what is it… your reason?”
“Well… my mother was one of the best with the sword, and her mother before her. I was always pressured to continue the family tradition. Bring honor to the family.”
“That sounds rough. But, I wouldn’t worry about disappointing them, you’re really amazing with a sword.”
“Thanks Fyrn.”
After a bit of a walk, we came to a clearing in the forest. By this point, the sun was setting, and there wasn’t much light left. The first stars could be seen above us, peaking around the branches of the trees.
“Let’s stop here for the night, I love sleeping under the stars in the summer air,” said Leynia.
“Me too, it’s just so free feeling. The cool air, the soft grass, the smell of fresh air.”
We settled down into the grass, side by side, gazing up at the stars. Fireflies buzzed around us, providing a faint glow to see by. The trees stood tall around us, swaying in the soft breeze.
“Hey Leynia, I really enjoyed today. Thanks for helping me with training, and taking me on this walk. This is really a magical place,” I said as I turned onto my side, looking into her green eyes again.
“No problem. You’re a good student, a quick learner.
“You know, it’s been pretty lonely out here for me… I haven’t had anyone to talk to in a while. The other guys at camp are really annoying and super immature. But I think you’re different. I can see it in your eyes, the way you speak, the way you walk.”
“I’ve been feeling pretty much the same. The only company I’ve had for a while is old Syd and my little sister.” We laughed.
“And I haven’t felt like I could trust anyone in so long. And here we are, lying under the stars.”
We met eyes again, and Leynia brought her lips closer to mine. I edged closer and after hesitating for a moment, closed the gap. My lips met hers, and I put my hand into her lush red hair. Leynia put her hand on my side, her leg on mine. She pulled me closer, and made-out with me eagerly. I ran my hand down her body, feeling her curves, her soft skin as I slid my hand under her pants. She rolled on top of me, straddling my hips, tugging at my tunic. I leaned forward and yanked off my shirt the rest of the way, sitting up to meet her lips afterward. I slid one of my hands back down her back, gliding along her soft womanly curves. I slid under her clothing, groping at her round ass. I took my other hand up her shirt, as she pulled it off and threw it behind her. Now free of clothing, her plump breasts fell down, her nipples pink and hard in the cool air. I started kissing her neck.
“Oh yes, Fyrn. I’ve been waiting all day for this.”
My member perked up at hearing that, pushing against her heavy ass. I made my way down with my kisses to her tits, feeling her ripe and juicy breasts under my lips. I sucked and nibbled at them as I slipped my right hand deeper into her pants. I found her treasure but the cloth was keeping me from getting any further. I pushed her backwards onto the grass. She inhaled sharply at the impact. I grabbed her pants, just below her beautiful hips and pulled her free of them. Now I gripped her voluptuous thighs and spread them apart, exposing her hairy entrance. As I caressed her smooth freckled legs, I leaned down. I took in her womanly scent as I placed my lips upon her folds. I spread her labia with one of my hands while the other travelled up to her curvy waist. I slid my tongue over her clit, circling her source of pleasure.
“Mmmmm… Yes Fyrn! Just like that.”
I kept a moderate tempo, licking her clit and placing a finger in her vagina.
“ohh yeah…”
I gripped her squishy, plump ass as I slobbered all over her pussy. I was fingerfucking her with two fingers now, slightly faster.
“Oh Fyrn! Keep going! Please!” Leynia screamed.
Now using three fingers, I reached down into her wet hole, pushing against her g-spot in a rapid back and forth motion. Meanwhile, I circled her bulb of pleasure quicker and quicker. Until… I felt her buck her hips into my face, her thighs grip my head, her ass quiver under my hand, her fleshy walls close on my fingers.
“Oooohhhh!” she moaned.
I slowly retreated, bringing my fingers up to her mouth and her round, perky breasts. She tasted her own juices while I messaged her wet tits.
With her natural lubricant in her mouth, she said, “Fyrn, I want you to fuck me. I want you balls deep inside my tight pussy.”
“As you wish, my lady,” I replied, with a smirk.
Finally, I took off my own pants, and revealed my rock-hard cock—all 8 inches. Released from the tension of my clothes, it bounced expectantly. She stared down at it in shock.
“I don’t think you’ll fit, Fyrn.”
“Oh yes I am, all of me.”
She widened her green eyes almost in fear. I looked over her sexy body: her legs spread wide expecting me, her womanhood soaked with our liquids, her full breasts resting on her curvy sides, her gleaming red hair shimmering in the starlight. I stepped forward, and joined my body to hers. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her on top of me as I leaned back upward. Now, sitting with her on my lap, my erection pressing against her firm ass, I said, “slide down onto me Leynia. I want to feel deep inside you.”
She pushed my chest back, onto the grass, in response.
She pitched forward, hugging my sides with her soft legs, dangling her freckled tits above my face. She slowly lowered, one hand guiding my dick, the other on my chest. I felt my sensitive tip glide past her wet, hairy folds. Her eyebrows folded in effort and pleasure, her mouth open in silent moans. She slowly lifted herself up and down, rubbing her tight, wet pussy walls against my hard shaft. Slowly, she took more of me inside her warm entrance, until I felt her soft ass slap against my balls and my hairy pelvis.
“Oh, fuck… Leynia!”
Encouraged, she picked up the pace, thrusting herself up and down my penis. I felt her crash down on me in pleasure, pull on my shaft as she rose, only to slap against me once more. The whole forest could hear our lovemaking, the sound of her warm, lubricated hole pounding my rigid cock.
“Say my name!”
“Leynia!” I screamed her name as I felt my pleasure rising to its climax.
“Penetrate me, Fyrn! Reach my cervix, pound my pussy!”
I felt her pussy quake around my cock, gripping tighter and tighter as my own orgasm approached.
“Fuck me, Leynia!”
She slapped back down on my dick one final time as we both shook with the weight of our climax. My balls drained into her vulva, my sperm spewing into her, impregnating her.
“Oooohhhh!” I moaned with her.
I pulled her down onto me, kissing her desperately as her sweaty tits brushed my chest. We rolled onto our sides and cuddled as our mixed fluids leaked onto the grass. We slept like that, in an embrace. And that night, on the soft grass, warm with love, I felt truly alive for the first time.
