Darkness was far off as the sun’s rays continued to thaw the overnight frost. The skeleton trees seemed to weep diamonds as the water drops glimmered. A fire crackled while two men sat on either side. Dionatos had been propped up against a tree with blankets wrapped around his thick torso. Hemp rope had been methodically wound across his arms and chest to keep him anchored and secured.
“Do you think he’ll live?” Sam said.
Blade shrugged his shoulders, knife in hand as he continued to whittle away a dried twig, “not sure.”
Sam sighed and leaned forward, eyes poised on Blade, “you don’t care do you?”
“Nope.”
“You’re a petched piece of shyke fresh from the ass of an ass.” Sam stood and walked toward Dionatos and Blade only chuckled.
Her hand felt his face, “still cold,” her head snapped toward Blade. “Do you mind being useful and starting a fire over here?”
“As a matter a fact I do mind. Can’t you see I’m busy?” Blade said.
Sam’s face grew red as Blade continued to whittle, eye contact never being made with her. She huffed and began to gather some dry wood to start the fire herself.
“You could use my shavings as kindling,” Blade’s lips curled into a subtle grin.
Sam glowered as she snatched up some twigs and avoided the bits of bark and heartwood in front of her husband’s feet. She turned in a way that allowed her hand to strike the back of Blade’s head.
“Oof watch it dear,” Sam didn’t bat an eye.
“I don’t understand why you don’t take this more seriously,” Sam grumbled as she used an ember from their fire to start another. “Its like you don’t want to have money,” she said.
“That’s because I’m quite content right where I’m at,” Blade set his knife and pointed stick down in front of him. “You’re the one who wants more and more,” Sam grumbled while Blade skewered two, cleaned, pigeon onto the stick.
He moved to set the birds against a boulder near their fire before he stood and moved toward Sam. He stopped and moved to his pack and fished out a small pendent. A tooth that had a hole bored through to allow for a leather lace to be threaded through. Soon he knelt behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
Sam whipped her shoulders from Blade’s palms, “don’t touch me.” Sam continued to poke at a log as the white smoke began to bellow. “I don’t want more--"
"Good because I got all I want and I'm not in a hurry to get anything else." Blade chuckled and dropped the toothed necklace to dangle in front of Sam's face.
Her eyes focused on the tooth as it swung back and forth. Blade softly chuckled as he noticed Sam's head turn in an attempt to look away from it, "come on, don't you dare smile Sammy."
Sam tried her best to not crack a grin as Blade continued to goat her to not smile. She finally chuckled and elbowed Blade lightheartedly, "you're a petched fool you know that? Now get that thing out of my sight before I knock another tooth out from your skull."
Blade laughed as he lowered the necklace with his hands and let them rest on her hips, "and I'll gladly peel it out from your knuckle if you do."
They both enjoyed a chuckle as the unmistakeable look of nostalgia twinkled in their eyes. However, it was short lived as Sam sighed.
"I just want to live without working so much,” Sam sat back and allowed her body to lean against Blade’s. “I’m just tired, I want to settle down, maybe have kids.”
Blade nodded his head and leaned into Sam’s body while his hands wrapped around her. “If that is what you really want, I can make it happen.” Sam’s hands moved to gently squeeze over Blade’s own. “Lets just bring this man into town and see what we can get for him. Hai, maybe if we don’t get a satisfactory amount we’ll keep him for ourselves.”
Sam chuckled and squeezed Blade’s hands. She began to guide the thick fingers across her belly while another of his hands was led toward one of her breasts, “tsk wouldn’t you like that huh? Another strong man to do work for you, kill for you.” She gasped when Blade’s hand squeezed her breast under thick clothing.
“No, I wouldn’t like that at all,” Blade shifted closer as his hand found the opening to her cloak. “If he was the one to do the killings your eyes would wander to him,” Sam gasped as rough palms caressed her breast a finger played with her teat. “And if that were to happen, I wouldn’t be happy anymore.” Sam smirked before her elbow moved to push Blade back.
He fell flat on his back between the two fires as a third began to grow between them. “Petch your happiness.” Sam was quick to straddle Blade’s lap, “I don’t care if you were to come after me if I were to go with another man,” her eyes narrowed, “maybe I’ll wake that man up by letting him feel me wrapped around him.”
“Tsk you slut,” Blade’s hand moved to grip Sam’s waist to throw her to the ground.
But his actions was halted as a blade was pressed to the underside of his chin. “Uh uh, is that really the way to talk to the thing that makes you happy?” Blade remained still as the dull side of the blade ran against olive brown skin. “Besides, right now I want you to make me happy,” Sam slid her hips against Blade’s groin.
“Mmm I could do that easier if you were to put the knife away,” Blade’s eyes were narrowed in on Sam’s.
“Awe, but you lose the sense of adventure that way,” Sam winked as she twisted the blade and popped a shirt button.
“Naughty,” Blade shuddered as his shirt fell away from his chest.
The firm torso had scars from puncture wounds to slashes, scrapes, bruises and some fresh cuts. But above all of that was two, leather straps, that crossed his chest. Attached to them were the sheaths of two daggers, the hilts marked with a crimson red hand print. Sam pocketed her knife and allowed her hands to wander and feel up Blade’s body.
He did the same as he moved to disrobe the furred cloak from around Sam’s body. He marveled her fair skin, flesh streaked with scars, that he traced up to each breast. As her cloak fell away a similar harness was wrapped around her chest. Though the sheaths of the daggers nestled tight under each of her breasts they became loose as Blade’s hands lifted them.
“Mmm, I have an idea,” Blade rumbled as Sam’s hands found their way into his pants. “Lets not attempt to sell our catch.” He gasped, “lets keep him to torture.”
Sam’s head lowered to Blade’s as she kissed him. When their lips parted she smiled, “but then I can’t cut you anymore.”
Blade’s hand rubbed and parted the fabric over Sam’s mound, fingers curled when he felt her warmth. “Of course you can, you’re the only one allowed to lay a scratch on me. Anyone else will die,” Sam moaned. “It pleases me to see you like this,” Blade flashed a grin as he pleasured his wife.
“Mm but I want something more filling right now.” Sam lifted herself and positioned him against her, “lets have a baby.”
The moans of pleasure slowly grew like a fire started from the spark of a flint. It grew into an intense flame as Sam’s impassioned moans mingled with Blade’s own. The cries of life creating life was mirrored for Dionatos. The screams and moans he heard were not ones of pleasure or lust, but of pain and suffering. The water that had consumed him swept him through his mind as it aggressively ferried him away. The cries began to grow silent and the current seemed to grow more lazy.
“Is it over?” Dionatos thought to himself and opened his eyes.
The water had grown still as blue rays of light shimmered above his head. Like curtains, they rippled through the slightly murky water. He swam toward the light unsure of what he might see when he surfaced. |