Source: Original
Lead: Switch
Tags: Adventure
"Callan!" Eira shouts as she blasts through a few undead to reach him. No good. She's kept busy a while away by the horde as they wail in her direction - growling, spitting, throwing hands. Eira wails back with her massively unbalanced warhammer, which impacts the front few enemies while she swipes her attack from the right to the left. This is bad. They don't often have trouble with battle.
"Eira!" Callan fights back against skeletons and man-sized rats. His two blades only keep him barely unscathed as they slowly but surely overwhelm him. Before he's completely taken over, Eira's hammer comes flying in to clear the front line of his opposition. "Huh?" Eira jumps, skips, and swings around many obstacles to race to Callan's side. Both waves of enemies pile up in front of them as Eira retrieves her hammer. Callan provides decent cover for her and they are pushed back to a cliffside.
"At least we go together," Callan smiles with a hollow look in his eye. Below them lay raging water, slowly filled by heavy water falling. "Fuck," Eira chokes and wells in her eyes. "It's a decent end," Callan tries to calm her nerves. With one brave zombie, it launches through to keep Callan's blades busy. And with that, the others pile on and break his footing. Instead of being crushed, Eira pulls him back by his chest and the both of them go flying off the cliffside. The tribal creatures don't follow but they do keep one of Callan's swords that was lodged in one's chest.
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Fortunately, the two find respite as Callan pulls up a very drenched and unconscious Eira. A quaint spot of land at the bottom of many waterfalls. "Guh," he exhales as he drags her up shallow ground and falls to his front, totally exhausted. After gathering his breath, Callan makes haste to check her breathing. He has no background in healing so he checks her pulse, pulses her chest, rolls her to her side, and does anything he can to get some sort of reaction out of her. "Hey, kid. Come on now." Callan slaps her face as a last resort. Nothing. Sighing, he analyses the area to find a place to rest. A hollow in a rock.
Callan's skinned a few small animals and strung them together with leaves and whatnot to structure them make-shift bedding and a rug to keep warm. He's sparked a fire nearby and has them both stripped bare.
Cozy-bodied in the cove, Eira wakes and slowly opens her eyes to see Callan resting at the entry, keeping watch. Her hand rests upon her bare stomach which causes some fright. "Uh? Hey!" She sits up in a hurry with the rug over her chest. "What the hell?"
Callan shifts an eye her way but doesn't stare for longer than necessary. "You're alive," he speaks in a surprised tone. "Easy. So we don't get sick through the rest of our mission. One interruption can not lead into another." She turns away with red cheeks and notices their armour and clothing hung up about in the shade. "Sun's fallen," he tells her. "Have to wait till they heat in the morning."
"Oh," she says with her eyes drawn downward. "Hopefully the others will wait for us." Callan looks down, wondering the same thing. It wasn't out of the ordinary they left a man behind. Especially in this field of business. Surely their achievements and accolades will speak for them to hold the team up just another day.
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Callan and Eira reach the seemingly abandoned port and make way across the river to an island not far away. That being a secondary hideout for their guild, they claim what they need and continue their journey. They climb onto their ship not too far away, where others are waiting for them. The guild is attacked by a Kraken and they eventually defeat it when Gorris sacrifices himself to use his power: the absolute freezing of the Kraken and the surrounding ocean. After a while, other members of the guild manage to thaw the ice and break away from the creature's grip. The ship is damaged and they sail at half power to their destination. However, the lack of control causes the ship to break into a rock and sink. Callan is knocked unconscious and ends up on an island with Eira, who saved him from the wreckage and claims they were split from the others.
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The island is apparently abandoned. After hours of walking around its perimeter, they've found no signs of human activity. Such an unfortunate sequence of events. On what earth did luck like this exist? All the while, Callan cycles through their options, thinking of literally anything that would help them survive in uncharted land.
Callan and Eira were paired a few times before because they're in the same guild, but they don't know each other too well. He's overprotective, and so is she. Though it's been awkward over time, they're both drawn to each other over the adventure they've had, and two days into their adventure on the island they give in to unexpected feelings. But before that, Eira woke early the first morning to find Callan was missing.
Concerned, she went looking for him - quietly so any kidnappers weren't warned of her coming. She finds him at a spring, washing and touching as well. Embarrassed, her head rushes red but she can't turn away. Something about him had been interesting to her and she'd never seen a person do it either. Sitting at a rock, throwing his head back and going at it with his hand barely fitting around the width, Eira was filled with a lust she never thought of. She stayed until he finished and sneaked away back to bed.
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"I'm sure we've seen this cliff formation before," Callan sighs. He sags his arms and makes a stop at a log. The same log he saw when he regained consciousness on the island. Annoyed and angry, Callan crumbles internally, doing his best to not frighten his partner. "That's it," he lets slip, believing they're dead for sure.
Eira looks at him with widened eyes, frightened and horrified for their future, and sits next to him on the log. "No," he shakes his head. "We can find some things and make it work…We can make it work." Eira looks up to him with a slight smile and rests her head on his shoulder. "Yeah," she agrees. "And when you're getting angry like this," her voice breaks in nervousness. "It's okay to use me to relieve yourself." Eira buries her face in his clothes and grips his sleeve, embarrassed by her sudden confession.
Shocked, Callan turns his head slowly. "I-." He doesn't want to say anything that would make her uncomfortable - not after that. "How long have you been feeling that way?" She rubs her legs together, growing uncomfortable. "I guess. It's been there for a while. And, maybe seeing you yesterday morning helped in my decision." "Uh," Callan's face heats up. "What exactly did you see?" "Mn," she rubs her face in his sleeve. "I saw it." Understanding immediately what she meant, he relaxes his muscles. "Right." She reaches up and kisses him on the cheek with shivering lips.
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"No pigskin," Callan laughs as he leans down over her, his hands placed at either side of her body. "It's worth the risk," Eira tells him, a smile on her face. He drops to kiss her lips as she manages his trousers over his rump and she feels a trunk of meat hit her skin. "Oh," she feels her cheeks turn red. "I haven't practised in a while," she giggles nervously. "Wow, fuck." Eira stares as she strangles the thing, wielding it with both hands. "So cute," Callan smiles. "We don't have to, we-" "I want it," she interrupts. "I need it," she teases.
Biting at her neck, Callan continues to hold his weight off her body while she throws her head back, moans and works herself underneath her beautiful. "Uff, ooh~," she moans, gently pulling him closer and moving her hips. He lowers to her collarbones, kissing downward to her breasts that he exposes to the glow of fireflies.
"I haven't done it before," Eira admits. "At least, not…properly." "It's an honour to be your first," Callan throbs in her hands. She rubs it against her pussy and presses it against her hole. "I'm happy it's you." Eira sinks it into herself and her eyes roll back as it's sucked in. She barely gets past the head when she grimaces in pain and softly whimpers. She breathes deeply a few times to pump adrenaline before pulling it in. Callan lowers himself into her slowly with her guidance.
"Nnf, ooh, fuck~...Nnn…Yes, fuck, shit~." Every plunge of Callan's supersized cock left an impression on Eira through a variety of moans, whimpers and sounds, all circling the same feeling. A painful pleasure.
Callan had not had as good a lay in years and not one in general for months, and so he feels immense pleasure that'll not keep him at it for long. "Egh," Callan begins grunting and growling in her ear, letting himself slip away and into her. "Fuck…Nnf…Eira…"
Callan grits his teeth and begins to drool as one brain is sucked away, and the other is sucked by her. He begins to grow deaf as his drive peaks and his lust takes over completely. "Ooh, unf~. Yes~, fuck. So good," she tightens around his cock for the second time since they started. "Nng, fuck, unf, fuck," he almost shouts while thrusting into her.
Callan kneels and holds her hips up while driving into her. "Eira," he moans while staring into her loving eyes with blurred vision. "I'm gonna-." She says something but he can't hear it. She throws her arms back and closes her eyes, fully taking in his movements and only feeling Callan.
"Guh!" Callan convulses as he feels his full sac pour through his girthy dick and inject his partner's fresh;y fucked womb. Apparently a first time. Hopefully, it's one to remember. And it will be.
He clutches her sides tighter with each pulse of his member, and he holds her bottom up until his cream seeps out of her grip. "Ooh~. Ooh~. Ahn. Fuck~," Eira repeats, out of breath and satisfied. He lets her down easy and drops to her side, facing the sky.
Eira reaches down her hand and he notices it making its way to his. Callan joins with hers and they recover together as night has come. A bit chilly but after hot, sweaty, unprotected sex, they weren't bothered.
Unprotected. This would become an issue later on.
-Berserker x Throbbles