Dawn & Dusk (Warhammer Fantasy Commission) (Excerpt - A Helping Hand)

He was immensely thankful when Naestra took that opportunity to enter the room. She looked at both Lukas and Arahan, cocking her head at her. “You are not trying to frighten young Lukas here, are you?”

Arahan rolled her eyes. “Always so serious, Naestra. Little Lukas and I are just having a bit of fun.” She looked pointedly at Lukas. “Isn’t that right?”

Lukas sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and nodding.

Naestra looked skeptical, shaking her head. He suspected that she was quite accustomed to her sister's bluster and attempts at intimidation. Naestra looked at him. “How are you feeling?”

Lukas smiled at her, running a hand through his short, red hair. “My strength is returning. Thank you.”

Naestra smiled. “It gladdens me to hear that. But, I think a bath is in order. Wouldn’t you?”

Lukas shamefully sniffed at himself, looking back at her sheepishly. “I suppose I do need one. My apologies.”

“Ugh, finally he noticed,” Arahan groaned jokingly.

“Sister, please…” Naestra said, rubbing her temples. She looked back at Lukas. “You needed to get your strength back. I will walk you to the grove, if you will allow me to.”

Lukas smiled and nodded as he stood up from the bed. Naestra stood close by for him to lean on in case he needed to. For a moment, he nearly stumbled now that he was making full use of his legs for the first time in days. Fortunately, he regained his balance a moment later. Whatever Naestra had done to heal him while he was unconscious had worked wonders, as the skaven poison no longer hindered his movement like it had days earlier.

Satisfied, Naestra led him from the hut, looking over her shoulder at Arahan. “You will watch the border?”

“Obviously,” Arahan replied, waving her off with apparent disinterest. She turned to watch the perimeter of the forest treeline with bow at the ready.

Supporting him, Naestra walked him to the grove that was deeper into the woods a short walk away from the outpost. Lukas’ eyes widened when he beheld the striking sight of a small pool surrounded by foliage, complete with a waterfall. He was beginning to understand why the wood elves were so protective of their home, if they had natural beauty such as this to come home to.

“It is quite something, is it not?” Naestra asked.

He looked at her, finding that her beauty fit right in with the grove. “Yes…it is quite something.”

Naestra smiled. “Now…take off your clothes, and I will help you in.”

“Take off my clothes?” he asked, looking sheepish for a moment.

She cocked her head at him. “Of course. How else are you to bathe?”

Realizing how foolish he sounded he shook his head. “Right…of course.” Some soldier of the Empire he was. Battling skaven was a thing he could do, but he shuddered at the thought of disrobing before a beautiful wood elf woman?

Taking a breath, he saw that she had turned around to give him some privacy. He removed his pants and undergarments. His shirt had already been removed, save the bandage that covered his wound. Kicking them aside, he turned around to face her. He gulped with trepidation, having never shown himself like this to a woman before.

When Naestra turned to look at him again, she did not appear to be put off by it, however. She merely smiled as she stood next to him. “Come on, let’s get you in.” Taking him by his good arm, she helped him step down onto the outcropping of the pool so he would not slip on the shallow water. When he was in the pool, he let out a sigh from how refreshing the water felt, especially after days of being bedridden. It was easy to get lost in the feeling, leaning his head back on the grassy knoll behind him with eyes closed as he let all his concerns and worries drift away. He sat like that for several long moments.

“Lukas.”

The sound of her soft voice got his attention, and he opened his eyes. His jaw dropped from what he saw, realizing that she had completely disrobed and was standing over him.

Naestra smiled, removing her hands from her luscious breasts. Lukas gaped as the benevolent dark-haired “daughter” of Ariel bared her nude body to the astonished young man. By Sigmar, she was beautiful. He had never seen a naked woman before, even a naked human woman. But this she-elf looked like a goddess to him. Her athletic form was flawless, trim and fit, her body unblemished and pristine. Naturally, his eager eyes went straight to her breasts. They were perfectly shaped with not a hint of sag, with delicate pink nipples that captured his attention.

“Do you like what you see, Lukas?” Naestra asked, wading her way up to him through the water. She ran her fingers through her dark locks, her raven hair falling down to her shoulders. The covering that remained was the strange half-mask that she and her sister wore on opposing sides of their faces.

Lukas dumbly nodded, gulping. Beneath the surface of the water, he felt a familiar stirring in his loins. He lowered his hands beneath the water to cover his manhood, hoping that the gorgeous she-elf would not notice that shameful state he was in.

“I thought you would,” Naestra purred, now standing right in front of him on the outcropping. There was no condemnation in her voice or disgust, but rather intrigue and eagerness. He looked up at her, his breath catching in his throat now that she was standing only inches away from him in all her glory. His eyes went to her pubic mound, and he was dazzled by the neatly-trimmed thin patch of black pubic hair just above her delicate sex. “But there is no need to be embarrassed.”

She ran her fingers over his muscular arms, and he for the first time realized how slender and lithe she was compared to him. It was deceptive, however. He knew enough about these two elf females to know that they were a two-woman army whose strength and skill was not to be underestimated. She could kill him easily if she wanted to, he knew. And yet he knew by now that she was safe in her presence. Safe…and immensely aroused.

“I’ve never…been with a woman,” Lukas sheepishly admitted as Naestra’s feather-light touches traced over his skin, being careful to avoid his wound that was still healing. He gasped but did not protest as the slender, naked wood elf straddled his waist. He felt the tip of his rapidly-hardened cock brush against her thigh as she sat atop him, the water gently splashing around them.

“There are few things purer than a virgin. It is nothing to be ashamed of,” Naestra whispered breathily, leaning her head down, planting kisses down his muscular torso. Lukas breathed heavier as this beautiful woman’s lips traveled across his skin inch by inch, inflaming his lust. The more base part of himself wanted to grip her slender waist and impale her on his prick right then and there. But he would not dare push the boundaries without her approval. “But I am surprised this is so. Did you not have lovely females in the Empire to share yourself with?”

Lukas shrugged shyly. “None that paid me any interest. I’m just a spearman, not an officer. Some of the other men have visited the brothels in Reikland, but I…did not want to,” he explained.

Naestra smiled. Her hand had crept down to his thigh and he flinched reflexively in response. “Shh, it’s alright.” With her other hand, she touched his cheek, turning his head to face her. “Lukas…do you desire me?”

Lukas opened and closed his mouth several times, feeling very much like a timid boy at that moment. He could only answer truthfully though, even if it resulted in her putting an arrow through his eye. “Yes…I do. But I could never disrespect you so, milady.”

Naestra let out a serene chuckle. “You could not disrespect me, young Lukas. You are in my care; you are my responsibility. It is my duty not just to heal you, but to attend to…all your needs.” Her hand dipped beneath the surface of the water.

“Naestra…I cannot…” he protested half-heartedly. In truth, he did not know why he was resisting what he truly desired. What his body truly desired. And she seemed perfectly willing to oblige. Eager to, in fact.

“It’s alright, dear Lukas. There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. I want to take care of you.” With her eyes never leaving his, her soft, delicate hand encircled his throbbing hard erection, causing him to gasp from her touch. “Let me take care of you.”

Her hand began tenderly massaging his member, and he moaned. Her delicate touches sent sparks of pleasure coursing through his loins the likes of which he had never felt before. He had pleasured himself before of course, in isolated and rare moments alone when he was back home in his small, humble house in Reikland. But it was entirely different to have someone else’s touch upon his member for the first time.

Naestra stopped for a moment, giving Lukas a light push further up onto the outcropping along the edge of the pool. He was surprised for a brief moment but obliged the gorgeous elf woman as she guided him partially out of the water. His cock sprang up from the water, and Naestra’s eyes widened with delight as his fully erect human member breached the surface of the pool.

Her eyes were brimming with lust upon seeing his cock fully erect. It throbbed in front of her with his primal need, towering like a pillar. Her earlier suspicions were correct; despite his youth, he had both her own mate and Arahan’s beat in terms of both length and girth. She did not know if Lukas was the exception or the norm when it came to human males, but she could not bring herself to care in that instant.

Her hand reached up for his cock and she wrapped her slender fingers around the girthy shaft once more. He threw his head back and sighed as he felt her taking her in hand again. “By Ariel, my hand can barely wrap around it,” she said with amazement. Lukas could tell she was not stretching the truth to boost his ego either. Looking down at her slender hand gripping his shaft, he could tell it was a struggle for her to contain all of him.

Naestra looked more than up to the challenge, however. The raven-haired wood elf began to stroke him, her hand sliding up and down his shaft. He gasped with bliss as he was stroked, her touches the perfect combination of gentle and firm. She smiled, delighting in her ability to bring him pleasure, especially when her fingers tickled the sensitive spot just beneath the thick mushroom-shaped cockhead.

“That’s it,” she cooed. “Moan as much as you wish. We are alone here.”

Lukas did, finally embracing the exquisite pleasure. Naestra soon added a second hand to the mix given that he had the size and girth to accommodate a two-handed grip. She started firmly massaging and wringing his length with a firmer grip and more frequent strokes from base to tip. Precum bubbled up from the tip of his cockhead in regular intervals, lubricating her strokes and causing wet squelches to be heard in tandem with his shameless moans.

One of her hands drifted to his balls, gently tickling and stroking them as her other hand simultaneously continued to work his shaft. Her expert handiwork by now had caused spurts of precum to flow from his cockhead, his shaft lubed up with a lather of his own preseed thanks to her hands. He had always produced quite a lot of precum; it had actually been an embarrassing affair to have a salacious dream while he slept in the barracks, to wake up with his trousers completely soaked through. Lukas was concerned and embarrassed that the woman in front of him would be disgusted by it, but if anything she seemed to enjoy and quicken her efforts even more as a result. Before long, he felt himself approaching a wonderful release, as her fingers and hands seemed intent on milking the seed from his balls.

Naestra’s hands withdrew from Lukas’ cock just as he was on the verge of his first real orgasm from another person. The blissful threshold he was about to cross over evaporated in an instant, and Lukas opened his eyes. He looked down at Naestra with sudden desperation as she gazed up at him, his long, thick cock bobbing in front of her. His member looked red and swollen from an imminent orgasm cut short.