(Lemon) *Insert Appropriate Title* (Lemon)

[Iesu]

LEMON

If you're under 17 years of age, do not read any further. Though I tried to make it as tasteful as I can, it may still have an obscenity or two.

I'm bad with titles...


I could still see smell the scent of burning corpses wafting up to the heavens, reaching upon the skies to the clouds itself, with the rains that fell as if to sign that neither did heaven want the days victory, and though we are days from it now, I couldn?t help but feel? unfulfilled with what has happened. I could still hear the babbling of the magicians them, bolts of flame and thunder rushing from the skies as if the gods themselves were just mere pawns to the machinations of man, but I was not really one to complain. Out upon the forests to where orcs and goblins congregate and to what more aptly we could call their ?home?, all you could rely upon is cold fury, and all you really have is a blade by your side.

But here we are, upon the marbled palisades of the capital city, upon the morning sun, and neither corpse to smell nor magic babbles could be heard but simply the morning sun barely even warming the world, a perfect time of day. Already I could see lining up the streets upon the path towards the castle were hawkers and traders of every sort, as if the roads themselves were sidewalks for shops, but I was not really one to complain. Here in the cities, the ?almighty? zeny was the power and tool and it was the case, or I?m probably just bitter that my flamberge broke upon the forge and I still had to lose all my hard earnings for nothing.

But I hated the crowds, it was perhaps too loud for me, too? crowded, and I?ve had enough of crowds with sleeping in carriages that could carry twenty men but inside were forty, and enough of merchants over-priced just because they?re far from civilization.

I started my path down towards the lower palisades, a salute here and there from the occasional guard passing by, and though I was nothing more than a field sergeant, I relished upon the respect, upon the bows and greetings that marked how important a man of position was in our little world, or perhaps that field sergeants that survived more than three battles is rare enough as it is, and maybe I just got lucky this time.

My arm moved to rest upon the brand new hilt of a brand new blade which has never tasted blood nor seen any action ever in its creation, but an unused blade is better than a broken sword imbued with a billion ores and still worthless to swing. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, almost silent with to how all things should?ve been, but I was not really one to complain.

The gates themselves were held open to anyone upon this morn, and barely even a gold of light upon the skies, only the blue light that raced first before its parent sun could even see the world below. My steps echoed with the stretch of leather and scratch of plates, a solitary swordsman out on the road, perhaps to just get a heavy whiff of the air, maybe just too bored of it all, but I the thought of what was to come never occurred to me, and I was glad enough for the silence that encompassed me.

The shadows could barely conceal a solitary figure in the dark, across the open fields and just upon the tree canopy, though a single tree as it was the shadow laid to rest upon its wooded trunk, with eyes fixed on me in a solitary stare.

The lady of the sun?

I smiled to myself, a thought under a breath at the ridiculous musings that ran upon my mind, though I could not piece the image myself, feminine enough as it is, I could not even hide the smile that had formed upon my lips.

?Careful where you tread, Sergeant?? The voice made itself clear, stepping forth from the shadows, revealing a heavily armored woman, the clang of steel against steel silent enough that only I could here, her voice, in a way calming and yet still evident of power and position, ?And to think were you a moment earlier you would?ve caught my with my pants down? literally??

I moved my stance to a salute, my gaze returning hers, a voice almost monotonous, indifferent in a way, the manner a dog must act when it?s with its master, ?Perhaps outside the city would not be the place to bathe? Brigadier General? Banditry has been at a high, as you might already know, and leaving yourself??

?Don?t lecture me, Malakai?? her fingers ran upon her hair, moist from the rivers, a few drips falling upon the ground as her steps moved her closer to me, her voice softer now, almost a whisper, ?I?ve had enough lectures for today??

I moved a step towards her as well, concern resting upon my embrace as I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her form closer, her tired breath heaving upon her chest, almost in a single motion did her head rest upon my shoulder, and being a head shorter than me helped her form to be easily accommodated in my arms even from the heavy armor that she wore.

?Sarah?? The words escaped my lips, almost melancholic and surreal, her head nudging against me upon the mention of her name, a tighter embrace as if she would never wish to let go, ?Is it really that hard..??

?Why didn?t you join the crusaders with me..?? She spoke in a manner that she always did, though this time a tone that took care to not offend, as if a small apology that my words were not that easy to answer, ?Or even the knights..? The recommendation I wrote up for you is just rotting away in the offices??

My voice was simple, the vicious and honest truth, ?I just didn?t see the point?? My arms eased around her slightly, moving her a bit to look upon me, eyes that reminded me that the world was still a sane place, ?If I wish to be a swordsman all my life then no one can really stop me now, can they??

?But?? Her voice was almost teary, almost heart wrenching, a tone that lost hope, or perhaps knew that it wouldn?t have any, ?If you were there? it would be? you would be?? her voice stuttered, ?We could??

She fell upon a silence, the crimson upon her cheeks growing even more, and the fierce crusader that led the spearhead of the attack was now simply once again the young novitiate that long ago he had saved from delving too deep in the caves of the archer town, and for a moment, I was lucky enough to realize her words and the meaning behind them.

?Every chapter of love, because of distance, covers a story never forgotten, a tolerance and compassion that never runs dry, a never ending promise.? My words were calm, collected, no longer the brash and unthinking youth, no sergeant boosting morale to a fellow soldier, albeit a low ranking field operative consoling a high ranking official, a brigadier general nonetheless, would sound ridiculous, but it was simply the words of a man told to wait upon the woman he could not part with.

?But I want to be with you?? Her words teary, from the distance that they two had experienced with all this foolish talk of sages and wizards of the impending end of the world, an emotion that rushed across the whole world itself, presuming to take it all and leave only the two of us in our very own world, ?I just??

My gloved hand moved upon her face, serene and soft still even after the horrors of war and Glastheim, she was still the lovely and meek youth that I had so long ago helped, leather meeting the tear that formed just by her eye, and the very same hand that rubbed gently upon her lips, trailing the sensitive flesh then moving the gloved hand to my lips, the only thing I could do to a kiss denied to me for so long. It left her yearning in a way, her feet moving to a tiptoe, her eyes half-closed and in a manner that her lips wished to reach mine, trying to speak, an exclamation mark that told me that the time of waiting had ended.

I am yours?

My lips touched hers gently, silently, my head tilting closer to accommodate her height, though my own actions were there to assure her that I would be liable to an error in what we were to be in, if it was truly that wrong. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her all the more closer to me, the heave of her chest with a breath nervous rocked against mine, even through the metal plates, her anxiety could not be hidden. She allowed my weight to take her down, pushing her back a few steps and once again leaned upon the tree, her arms accepting my embrace, in a manner of never to let go once again.

Gentle and reserved as it were, I felt a mass of flesh within my mouth, her tongue that slowly, shivering in a way, played upon mine, and slowly enough, such ways that would never force, fragility in her demeanor. I ran my tongue lightly across hers, relaxing upon the moisture between us, the blush heavy upon her cheeks. She tilted her head back, catching her heavy breath, though a nervous clasp upon my shoulder told me that she wished for me to stay. Her fist clenched upon my chest, upon the leather chest plate, tugging upon it with the eyes of a woman questionable on her experience. She tilted her head away, a quivering lip that spoke to apologize, trying to make sense of what she was to do.

Do not worry yourself?

I could still here those words that echoed upon my head, turning her form to rest upon mine, still her breath made a sense upon me that whatever it was I had planned; she would take upon it, her words a bare mumble and only the final mark of the whisper remained with my hearing.

Anything?

My hands ran upon her armor, a part of which I had known already with its form using it once before, the laces just below the arms that banded pauldron-gauntlets to chest plate easily released themselves from the tying, her voice in a way to add more to my thought and feeling, ?I?m glad? you decided to take a walk? this morning...? she voiced dreamily, trying to put the words into only one breath, yet failing with the nervousness upon her, ?I? was wishing? about??

I shushed her just upon the last knot, and with her stand, and now released armor, her pauldron-gauntlets slid from her form, falling with a crash upon the ground, taking a step from me with her fingers upon her lips, trying to make a smile through the fear, or perhaps anxiety, the was written all over her face. She parted the chest plate over her head, letting it fall gentler now, revealing her upper undergarments, though just as quickly as she had removed her armor did she try to cover herself, her face a deepening shade of crimson all over again.

I turned her simply, a squeak moved from her throat though my arms were quick enough to wrap around her, on upon her chin, tilting her head back towards me, our lips once again moving closer, touching gently, her voice rumbling upon her throat every moment my tongue contorted with hers, soft moans of desire and her hands that moved behind her, reaching upon my lower garments only added an exclamation point to her actions.

She fumbled with my belt though she could not pull it open, perhaps she was distracted with the kiss, or perhaps with my hands that had moved within her bra, a silken lace that I could almost see through, with my hands pressing against her soft mounds, another soft rush of her voice shook in my mouth, all attempts she tried and only to weakly pull her head away, her voice barely even whisper, trying to form words in her expression, and yet again, only one word had made its way through.

Gloves?

I smiled upon her voice, shaking my head in a force of habit, pulling my hands from her breasts, though leaving a short pinch against the light flesh nub upon its end. The gloves separated easily enough, a twist of the tie and leather met the ground, hands scented with the tanning of aged gloves did not seem to bother her, and such a scent she had been used to. A moan vibrated upon her throat as my fingers once again played around her soft mounds, giving the soft nubs a pinch and a gentle twist which seemed to excite her all the more, though tried to hold back her shaking form, she bit her lip, holding back moans and desires that she had tried for so long to hide.

My hand tugged slightly upon her left breast, her head tilting back in a moan against me, our lips parting as she whispered my name, closing my eyes while the tip of my tongue gently grazing upon her shoulder, giving her neck a gentle bite, her form forced back towards me, her hands that fumbled upon my belt now gave up and simply wrapped behind her, around my back, wanting more of my motions.

I moved my free hand slowly down her slender form, upon the light skin now covered with sweat that reflected the morning sun?s light, creating small sparkles across her form, her eyes moving to a full close, my fingers nimbly undoing the tie upon her lower garment, allowing the half-dress to slide down, what?s left of which is her padded steel greaves and boots, her hand moving from behind me, holding upon mine, unspoken words as another moan rushed out of her mouth, a punishment of sorts for pausing my motion, a gentle twist upon her nip with my hand that only now had rested upon her chest, though she only eased her hand, guiding mine to within her lower body, sliding within the softest of silk of her under britches, mumbling against my ear, a voice almost in a state surreal that it was almost unbelievable.

My fingers pierced within her womanhood, forefinger rubbing her most sensitive part, her voice rising all the more with the motion, her eyes widening with the new feeling, different from anything else she had felt before, her moans all the more reaching up louder to the skies, a voice that spoke of her thoughts, her feelings?

With you?

Her eyes full closed tightened all the more as my pressure upon her womanhood deepened, fingers piercing within deeper until it could not reach anymore, a forefinger that made circles around her most sensitive part then for a moment brushing against the short hairs that formed a somewhat of a triangle that pointed to her womanhood. I saw her blush deepen once again, slight exhaustion that formed upon her face replaced with adrenaline as she wailed slightly, perhaps that my motions were to quick, but she moaned heavily against my ear, biting her lip she pushed her form all the more against the slow touch of my hand. I nodded simply, releasing her womanhood for a moment, a gasp, though more of a complaining moan escaped her quivering lips, her head leaning upon me all the more, her breath reaching my neck.

Her scent wafted over me, paralyzed in a way of how Yggdrasil played upon her skin, though her breath had released me from the hold, forefinger slowly pushing deep within her, another moan that rumbled from her throat, once again her hands fumbling for my garments. My hand that rested upon her chest moved upon hers, giving it a small aid upon the task, though she fumbled once again upon my thumb that had just began to rub roughly her most sensitive nub. She breathed out a heavy sigh upon the click that echoed through the silent surroundings, her eyes half-opened, searching my face, the same solitary gaze upon my eyes speaking of secrets that we both shared, of words and promises that no one else understood.

She gently pushed my hand from within her, turning her form with the same grace I had always remembered, yet this time with what I have done, her legs failed her, her form falling against mine, her hands panicked and clamored against my shoulders, ruffling my form as my hands held her by her elbow and shoulder, her eyes upon me again, an apologetic smile as she worded out voicelessly.

Thank you?

My head shook once again out of habit but she shook her head as well, the words now form upon her lips, escaping with gusto.

Thank you, for loving me?

Lips fell parted, my expression one of a person that was not prepared, almost of a hunter that goes off without any arrows, trying to piece together an answer, within my mind was a chaotic flurry held back only by eyes of indifference. She smiled, a way that spoke that she knew of what was going on in my mind, her finger touching my lips, trailing from end to end gently then pressing it upon her own, closing her eyes, relishing such thoughts only inches from her. I moved my head closer once again while I felt her touch, her fingers moving within my lower undergarment, revealed now, fingers that wrapped slowly around my length, her eyes moving to a close, each moment that passed a nudge upon me with my efforts upon her womanhood, and in unison, our breathing hardened, rocking each other in each of our arms, until the moment that I could not give it another moment of patience.

Taking her by her shoulders, a form turned roughly, perhaps to rough, I pushed her against the tree?s heavy trunk, her voice cut by her breath in surprise, her head tilting up slightly to me in a smile, a slow and small nod said it all. She bit her lip as I guided myself upon her, within her womanhood, my length found home, albeit not as accommodating yet still warm in its acceptance. With the first rock, she gasped, her arms flung around me, my length that had accommodated itself now seemed to be too much for her, yet she shook her head rapidly against my shoulder, words echoing upon my mind, words of whispers from her.

Don?t stop?

A rumble of laughter escaped my throat, my motions upon her rougher now, her form gritting slightly from rubbing upon the tree, a forceful entry and more forceful of the motions as each moment that passed, the light of the morning sun reached us, warming and comforting, her form rocking with wild abandon as her legs lifted, wrapping around my waist, and I had given such a moment to render her as exhausted as possible. With loud moans that echoed around the forest trees, I almost tried to pull back, but her relentless grip around me would not allow it, so I did all that I could.

I pushed deep into her, slowed for a moment as she caught her breath, and as a surprise, the exclamation point, a rapid push into her that brought another forced her to scream, her eyes tightening all the more closed, her arms and legs around me almost choking as she shivered and I felt her juices flow over my length, though not yet upon my part. Upon my arms, she moaned louder and yet her form was weakening just as I had reached my moment, her grip could only allow me to release within her, though I tried the longest to hold it back. Her head tilted back, nodding slowly, as if to give permission, with the moment her weary and dream-fallen gaze fell on me, it was all I could take. She purred as my warmth moved in her, her legs limp, almost falling had my arms not caught them mid-air, pushing her to support upon the tree, slowly moving down upon the ground, falling to a sit, my length still deep in her, though the fact only made her smile, nudging against me, too tired to move.

I whispered against her ear, a voice playful in tone, ?I guess willows do sleep soundly??

Her eyes widened, arms and form all the more pressing against me, her head turning back quickly as she eyed the tree, evident now upon the new sun, with yellow eyes half-closed upon holes near its face, giving the sky a soft yawn, the branches of the tree shaking slightly, vibrating steps that moved the field as it made its way closer to water.

A lump moved down upon her throat, my hand moving upon her chin, tilting her head to look upon me as I nodded silently, a short laugh rumbling upon my throat with a warm smile that moved upon my lips. Her lips parted as well, revealing teeth upon her smile, her arms around me once again, pushing me down upon the forest floor, her kisses upon my neck confirmed the moment as perfect.

Round two?