Boots on the Ground Entry Five

Entry Five: Things get hot for Boots!

“Ah, my little milk-drinker,” came a sleep roughened voice and a hand came to stroke my hair, “you won’t find any there but you can keep trying!” My personal guard chuckled. Hilt roughened hands caressed my body and I dutifully tried to get my breakfast from her bountiful offerings. Try as I might it was just not to be. Her hands left my body to take my head softly and draw it upward, and I could see the happy blue eyes looking at me with affection, an affection then demonstrated as she brought my lips to hers, as we engaged in lover’s kisses. The heat of those kisses fired our bodies as well as we moved against each other. Soon, too soon, the loving kisses stopped, but my strong lover drew me higher as she began to love my own modest milk glands. She too failed to urge milk from them though it did tend to cause a melting heat in my core and a wetness that my hips began to grind against her. Her hands came to my hips, strong fingers gripped my bottom, kneading it as I expressed my need in soft moans and stroked her honey colored hair. She pulled me higher placing a kiss on the softness of my trembling belly then looked up at me with a lustful grin.

“I think I want some hot glazed sweet roll for breakfast, and I know just where to get it!” Her arms were made strong from hours of sword practice and she easily muscled me around, not that I fought her knowing her intentions. Finding the sweet roll she wanted, I could feel her hot tongue begin to lick at the glaze she found there while her strong hands held me should I foolishly try to escape. No, I would not try to escape, though I was quite certain I would find release before too long. My hands stroked the long hard muscled body beneath me as my eyes drank in the lithe beauty of it, then I realized that I could also have the same delicious feast my lover was enjoying. My hunger grew at the thought as I stretched out and lay down on the satiny soft body bringing the fragrant heat, as sweet as a sweet roll fresh from the oven, within reach of my hungry lips and tongue. Moans, groans, and soft liquid slurping filled the morning as my lover and I shared the best of morning repasts. Sweet release came for both of us, though neither one of us were wanting escape, and then again, and once more before we could take no more of that exquisite pleasure. We snuggled in each other’s arms exchanging delicious little kisses.

“If you are done ‘rewarding’ our hero,” said Captain Rana from the doorway, “the rest of the village needs her, though not so personally.” She said with a smile and a chuckle before leaving. I think it was a draw as far as which of us felt the most rewarded. Reluctantly we left each other’s arms to gear up for the day. There was one last embrace, one last kiss before we took up our weapons. Our eyes met and a lot was said though nothing was spoken. To steal a moment in times of trouble and strife was a treasure for both of us. Chances were small that it would ever be repeated, but neither of us would spoil it with regret. She left to go to her post, and I went to the Captain in her office.

“The Covenant is gathering for a final push into the village to spite your efforts to forestall it.” Rana said with a sigh. “We have an escape plan, this is not our first time, but the alarm needs to be sounded and the mainland warned. The beacon tower may have already been taken but nonetheless, you need to get to it and light it, while we gather the villagers to make our escape to the cove at the far side of the island. I have complete confidence that you can do this.”

The beacon tower was not far away. Though it was surrounded it was not heavily defended, so I had little trouble burning my way through the few Covenant that got in my way. I lit the beacon and headed back to the village. Sgt. Tilrani who had been guarding the gate up to the beacon tower lay suffering from wounds when I reached the gate. She begged me to save the Earthturner family that had panicked in the initial rush of Covenant soldiers. Her wounds were too many and too great for me to heal her, and it made me fear for my guard lover. She was no doubt doing her job, bravely, staunchly, and I would help if I could, but I had my own job to do.

Grabbing a bucket from the well, after burning down the soldiers guarding it, I made my way to the Earthturner House. I put out the fire at the door and found Denskar cowering inside. I sent him to the gathering point and continued on my search for the others. I found Aera at the Snowbourne house and sent her to the others as well. Littrek had gotten himself trapped in the stables. I put out enough of the flames to give him a path to escape and sent him on his way. Why in the name of all the gods Trynhild had ran to the docks was beyond my understanding, but she was young and foolish. I torched a few more Covenant and followed her to the crypts of Last Rest, where the others were gathering to make their flight.

“I have studied the layout of Last Rest.” Rana said as I reached her at the entrance. “We must lead the others through the crypt, and you must help me with the traps and the unquiet dead.” Sure, a Heroine such as myself was expected to take the most risk, but I was sure Rana would do her fair share.

There were spike traps and flame traps. There were levers to be thrown and doors to be opened to allow the villagers a safer path through the crypts than I was traversing. The skellies were no real problem as I had plenty of experience crushing their boney asses. The exit of Last Rest was into a small cove. No Covenant had found it and it was relatively safe. Several fishing boats were there to take the survivors to the mainland. Rana thought it best to make for Dhalmora, a small Argonian village down the coast in Bal Foyen, rather than directly to Daven’s Watch. I had no clue about either place so I didn’t argue. As the survivors boarded I searched the faces for my lover. She was not among them. My heart was heavy and there was much for which the Covenant would have to pay. I would collect my blood price.

I had much to think about on the voyage. Much of who I was, was lost to me. Boots Dragonbard had been a Dragonknight Mage. Slowly those skills, abilities, and attributes were being recalled to the person I was now, but the progress would be slow. Who Boots was a person, background, family, and experiences may have been lost forever. In its place were my Guilds, the Daywalkers and my sisters of Forest’s Angels, and the greater Guild of Savage Hearts. Where they were in the world I did not know. Copies of my journal would be periodically deposited in the Guild Banks, so that they would know of my journeys, my adventures, and perhaps as I found my way through Tamriel I might find a few of them. Perhaps even to travel with them from time to time. They were my family, now, and I will not fear to share everything and anything with them. My gains, my losses, my loves, and my heartbreaks will become known to them. My life, as they say, will be an open book. I look forward to seeing them in person, or hearing from them, hearing their opinions, sharing their thoughts about me and my journeys, and even hearing their own tales of adventure.

Ahead I see the shores of Bal Foyen and Dhalmora in the distance and I know not what awaits us, the survivors of Bleakrock. For now I know that the Covenant is now a sworn enemy with much to account for, and I plan to bring them to that accounting whenever and wherever possible.

ForestLyle