chapter 6

...and with some pleasure watched the fullness of her breasts shift under her thin linen top as she moved to serve him. He could not help the demands his body made, his dwarfhood stirring from the sight of her and his mouth watering from the delicious scents from her cooking.

As she sat back and picked up her food she laid out her plan for the day. "Entwives do exist, friend Gamli. They have just been gone for so long they have faced into the stories and out of memory. The ents are not willing to be uprooted to fight. They will just sit there and let the world die around them, thinking that their tree herds are safe from all. But I know better....we need the entwives to rally the ents into action."

Gamli swallowed and replied, "A noble quest, friend Melda, one worthy of two such as us. What we can do using small numbers, stealth and courage can only end in success." He finished gamely, not quite as enthusiastic as she, mentally preparing himself for the journey.

"Will it be far?" he asked, licking clean the bowl she had handed him. "I'm not very swift, especially moving through the forest in full gear." She nodded, thoughtful, calculating and seemingly unwilling to take her eyes from him. They were interesting eyes, eyes in which the light changed somehow as her gaze traveled over him. Unconsciously he tugged his cloth shirt down over his full belly.

She laughed and stood, a tinkling elvish laughter that he found very pleasing, stretching her arms and flexing her sturdy shoulders. He half smothered a gasp as her tunic tightened across her very ample bosom. Her smile changed to something deeper as she looked down at him.

"Yes, friend Gamli, it will be far...but don't worry," she said leaning over and gently poking him in his stomach. Her breasts swinging loosely beneath her, the cleft between deep and sweet smelling. Yes my interesting new companion and aloud finished "I will somehow encourage you if you grow too tired or walk too slow."

He was thankful for his beard covering his cheeks as he blushed. She straightened up but left her finger lingering on his stomach for an extra few seconds. "Well, I'll get prepared to go if you don't mind taking care of the fire. We don't want it to consume the trees. Fire is a hungry thing." She had that far away look in her eyes again... like she was somewhere far away.

She turned and picked up her tight fitting armor and started to slither in as he threw dirt on the fire.

The spot on his belly where she touched him felt like it was on fire, the warmth from it radiating through his body from his head to his toes. His senses still reeling as he finished smothering the fire and smoothing out their tracks in the soft forest loam.

Why did she do that? He asked himself, placing his hand over the spot briefly before buckling up his leather armor. It was incredibly pleasurable, mysteriously so, almost as if she had known exactly where to touch him to create an inner vibration inside himself.

He grunted, elf magic, bah. But what a woman. He finished packing, slipped his battle axe into his broad studded belt and shouldered his pack. Turning with one last look for left items or non-natural marks and tracks, he moved to her side. Yes, she was ready. Well packed and sturdily built, her breasts now bound, her narrow waist and womanly flare of her hips making a very stimulating and inspiring sight. She was smaller than he remembered, the top of her head about eye level. Interesting lady he mused, very interesting.

"Well then my beautiful but mysterious new companion, I am ready. Where you go I will follow, my axe as well as my body is yours to command."

He watched her glance at the sun and quickly establish direction. "South it is," she said, "shall we be off?" And without a look back she strode into the depths of the forest at a pace he could barely follow.

But follow he did eagerly, inspired to keep her in sight...for the view of her lithe, curvy body was mesmerizing to watch, the graceful curves of her rear end, the amazing strength of her sturdy thighs as she lept from root to rock, bounding across streams like a deer.

So engrossed in keeping her in view he lost track of time, the sun swinging overhead and setting, transforming the magical forest into a treacherous, dangerous place. Only by matching her steps was he able to avoid the pitfalls the forest seemed to tempt him into.

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lots LOTS more to come...orcs and wizards and shapechangers, oh my!