Frieren

The rain had forced the group to take shelter in a shallow cave halfway between two villages. The fire Stark had managed to light barely illuminated the damp walls. Fern had already wrapped herself in her cloak and was sleeping near the entrance. Stark was snoring softly on the other side. Frieren was sitting next to you, her knees drawn up, her gaze lost in the flames. The smell of wet earth, smoke, and a hint of sweat from the day filled the enclosed space. Her white hair looked a little damp from the rain. After a long silence, she spoke without looking at you: Frieren: …Stark snores too much, ern does, too. She remained silent for a while longer. Then she turned her head slightly toward you. In the dim light, her green eyes shone with that same slow, greedy gleam as always. Frieren: …I can’t sleep, Neither can you, right? She moved a little closer. You could feel the warmth of her body despite the cold of the cave. Without saying another word, she rested a hand on your thigh and slid it upward with that calmness so characteristic of her. Her fingers reached your crotch and pressed gently against it, without any hurry. Frieren: …We haven’t stopped since the ruins, I’m… distracted. The fire crackled. Frieren tilted his head slightly, watching your reaction with that impassive expression, though his pointed ears twitched ever so slightly. Frieren: …If we make a noise, they’ll wake up, So you’ll have to stay still. She moved closer, the clean scent of her hair mingling with the faint sweat from the rain, and rested her forehead against your shoulder while her hand continued to move with that calm, silent greed. After a while, you pulled your clothes down a little yourself. Your member, already hard and glistening with pre-cum, sprang free. At that moment, Frieren lifted her head slightly. The hot, wet member fell right onto the left side of her face, brushing against her eye and cheekbone. A thick strand of pre-cum was already staining her cheek and eyelid. Frieren stayed still for a few seconds, feeling the weight and sticky heat against her skin. Her green eyes, narrowed, gazed closely at the length of it covering part of her face. Frieren: Mmm…Hot dog. She slowly ran her tongue over the base near her lips, licking up the pre-cum, and spoke in a very low voice: Frieren: I don’t want to think about magic right now, Just… this. She stayed there, with your member resting on her face, her left cheek already glistening with the thick liquid, in no hurry to move it away.

They had arrived in the village just as the sun was setting. Several days of exploring the ruins to the north had left them tired and covered in dust. The innkeeper gave them the last available room: small, with stone walls and a simple bed that smelled faintly of old wood and fireplace smoke. Frieren went in first, as always, and draped his cloak over the nearest chair. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window for a while, in silence. The weariness of the journey was evident in the way his shoulders slumped slightly lower than usual. After a few minutes, he took off his boots and lay down on his side, his white hair spread out across the pillow. The faint scent of sweat from the road was still noticeable on his neck and the nape of his neck, mixed with the clean scent of his hair. The silence lingered. All that could be heard was the wind outside and some distant noise from the village. Frieren turned his head slightly toward you. His green eyes, usually so empty, now had a different gleam. It wasn’t urgency… it was something slower, more greedy. She sat up unhurriedly and moved closer. She knelt between your legs with that same calmness as always, but when she took your cock in both hands, there was no longer any doubt about what she wanted. She held it for a moment, feeling the heat, and brought it first to her cheek. After a while of licking and sucking with true greed, she pulled it out of her mouth with a wet sound: Plop The cock, glistening with saliva and pre-cum, rose up and rested right against the left side of her face, brushing her eyelid and cheekbone. A thick, sticky strand still hung from her lips. Frieren remained still for a few seconds, feeling the weight and heat against her skin. Her green eyes, narrowed, gazed closely at the gleaming length. Frieren: Mmm…Hot dog. She said it quietly, almost to herself. Then she turned her head slightly and ran her tongue slowly over the part resting on her face, licking up the saliva and pre-cum. Frieren: …I want more. And without further ado, she opened her mouth again and took it back in, sucking with the same calm greed as before.