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When they returned, he ducked into his room to change and staggered at her smell. It was
everywhere. The air was so thick with her cream he could practically taste it on his tongue.
He went to the bed, crawled in, and rolled his face in the furs. He lapped at them with his
tongue, shuddering at the lingering taste.
With a hard-on so tight it hurt to stand upright, he went to his clothing trunk. His
discarded clothes had been gathered and left on it, but he wanted fresh. Opening the lid,
her smell again hit him. He shook his head, dazed. When he lifted out a pair of woolen
pants, he buried his face in the crotch. She had worn these. Her come was all over the
inner seam. When he lifted out a shirt, the cuffs smelled of her too.
He dug deeper and took out the next set, but they were the same, as were the third set he
came to. The scent was caught in his throat now, his dick throbbing. He grinned. The
little black-haired, silver-eyed brat.
Staggering into the clothes, dreading how he was doomed to a hard-on until he had time to
jack himself off, he went to his comb in a niche on the wall. Her scent was all over it.
One long, dark hair twined in the teeth.
His chest worked like a bellows as he went to pull out his wooden practice weapons. He
couldn't believe it when he lifted the lid. If anything, her scent was even stronger. He
lifted out a wooden club. Was the end of the handle darker than the rest? Damp? He tore
through his weapons chest, tossing them perilously about for the first time in his life. She
had used nearly every one between her legs. The handle of his ax, the tip of his short
staff, the grip of his bow -- some of them still had drying tracks of cream on them.
He thought of her, spread out on his furs, his sword pumping from between her legs, or maybe
she'd lain over the bow, humping it from above. Kneeling, dressed in his clothes, rocking
the staff between her thighs like a seesaw. Fumbling with his pants, he got them open in
time. He hunched over, grunting as his balls and ass squeezed once, twice, thrice. Long
ropes of thick white come lay gleaming on his rug as he gasped for breath.
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