A Shalar Is Born

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Celeste rode into town on her father’s horse, planning to spend the night at the inn. Eddleton was a frontier village in the Kingdom of Saria, an outpost of modest civilization far from the great cities of the East.

Its wide streets and wooden buildings were home to about two-hundred; not counting all the farmers, trappers and traveling merchants who might be in town on a given day. She was in town to buy seeds for her family’s spring planting, with a second agenda her father probably wouldn’t approve of.

Celeste arrived at the smithy just as Darus was putting the last shoe on a horse. The village blacksmith was a few years older, with quite a reputation among the local ladies; due to equal parts charm and skill with his cock. He also had the body of a man who swung hammers all day and no intention of settling down, all of which made him a perfect candidate for a bit of sweaty recreation.

People on the frontier enjoyed an open attitude toward sex. As her mother had always said, some enjoyed being open more than others. Celeste was convinced she was one of those people, but she was looking for something more exciting than the tedious fondling of boys from the neighboring farms. She was looking for a man, and she knew which one she wanted.

Her problem was that Darus still thought of her as the awkward girl who would pester him with questions for hours on end. These days she stood around flirting for hours, but he didn’t seem to be getting the hint.

She got a room at the inn, changing out of her farmer’s tunic and pants for a green dress that went well with her golden hair. It wasn’t fancy, but it laced up the front and managed to give her some cleavage. She’d been working up the courage to do this for weeks and was determined to get through to him this time, no matter how blunt she had to be.

Celeste walked into the smithy with a leather bundle, containing knives and other tools in need of sharpening. “Would you mind if I wait for these?”

Darus said, “If you’re looking to catch up on village gossip, this might not be the place. I haven’t been getting out much lately.”

“So I hear,” she said. “Word is, you’re a busy man these days…servicing half the town if the stories are true.”

Darus laughed, unwrapping the bundle and laying out the blades on his workbench. “Sounds like my legend is being exaggerated.” He pedaled his sharpening stone, working on the first knife. Celeste was thrilled to catch him stealing looks at her chest.

“Could be worse,” she said, grinning. “You could have no legend at all.”

“Very true. And then, where would I be?”

She said, “Probably beating farm girls away with a stick, just like you were when you started. What does it take for a woman to get your attention these days, anyway?”

He chuckled. “Something bold, that’s for sure. Too many men act like women are giving them some amazing gift by spreading their legs in the first place. I prefer the ones that are willing to put a little effort in, at least.”

Darus looked up when she didn’t respond. She was gone, and the door was swinging closed on the back room where he lived. Finishing the knife, he set it down and went to investigate.

Celeste was inside, standing with her back to the door. Darus asked, “What are you doing back here?”

“Something bold,” she said, turning as she finished unlacing her dress. She pulled it open, toying with her nipples. “Subtle wasn’t working, so I decided to lay it all on the table and risk making an ass of myself.”

Darus stared, saying, “Put those away. I’ve known you since—“

“Since I was a child,” she said. “I know. But I’m not anymore, and I’d appreciate if you’d stop treating me like one. If you don’t find me attractive, fine. But if you do, I want you to start treating me like a woman…and I’ve heard stories of what you can do with a willing woman.”

He said, “My time’s pretty well spoken for these days. If I took on another playmate, I’d probably end up neglecting someone.”

She said, “I’m sure there’s plenty of you to go around, and you can’t possibly be getting everything you want. Show me how to please you. Show me what other women won’t do for you. I want to learn, and I’ll do whatever you tell me.”

Darus grinned. “Somehow I doubt you’ve got a proper appreciation for what I might tell you to do.” Tilting her head back, he whispered, “What makes you think a few farm boys have gotten you ready for someone like me?”

“I hope they haven’t,” she said. “If you’re as clumsy as they are, then you don’t deserve your reputation.”

He said, “I always thought you looked at me like an older brother.”

“I used to. Then I grew up. See,” she said, pointing at her tits, “all grown up.”

“I’ve noticed,” he said, sitting her on his dining table, kissing her as she melted into him. “Just so I’ve got this straight, you’re offering to obey my every command and let me use your body as my personal plaything?” She nodded. “Then I think an inspection’s in order. Lift your dress for me.”

Celeste obeyed, with a satisfied grin. She already knew she enjoyed being told what to do, but she’d never heard such confidence in a man’s voice. She had his attention, intending to keep it.

Darus sank to one knee, leaving a trail of kisses up her thigh, blowing cool air across her dampening mound.

They heard a familiar voice from outside. “Darus, are you here?” It was Jonah, the chief elder; a cheerful old man who had every one of his wits about him. Darus slipped a finger inside Celeste, getting the squeal he was going for.

She looked down at him with shock, whispering, “He’ll hear us.”

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