Drunken Archer

They'd been drinking for several hours, the stranger and the green haired little hunter. He was a new face, had just come into the village, while she was the daughter of the headman. It was a close knit little place, people were wary of strangers, too many bandits and criminals running around these days for their tastes, so he was paid no mind. Except for her, she was unlike the others, she didn't see the harm in helping him; he didn't look like the normal sort that would bring trouble.

She introduced herself as Rebecca, and he was glad somebody would actually talk to him. He asked if she knew of a place where he might find somebody, anybody in need of a man of strategy. Or atleast an able bodied man that could fight, although that was a less desirable option; he was a man of mind, not muscle. She was good enough to show him to the local pub, the gathering place for the men of the village. She told him that it would be the best place to find those who were in need of his services.

To thank her, he offered to buy her a drink, a friendly gesture that she gladly took up, seemingly without a thought as to what other intentions he may have. She was a kind girl, but perhaps a little too much, considering how naive she seemed to be when it came to men. But even so, she was lucky, for he was a decent man, he had not a plan to do her any harm, much less take advantage of her.

With some ale in their stomachs, their tongues were relaxed. Her natural curiousity, backed up by drink got the better of her thoughts that he may not wish to speak of his travels, and she asked him about him about where he had been, what he had done; she wanted to know about his exploits and achievements. She confessed that was just a simple country girl, she'd never gone more than a few miles away from her village in the whole of her life.

He wasn't hesitant about telling her at all, he could in her eyes and the way she spoke that she truly wanted to know; if he were in her place, he'd be asking the same thing. He spoke at great length about his life over many a pint of ale, she was utterly fascinated by it what he had to say; he spoke of lands she never before knew even existed, of the people of the plains who loved their ocean of grass, of Bern and its dragons that still flew high in the skies. He spoke of the grand battles that he had taken part of, of the plans he had devised in great detail, she tried so hard to wrap her mind around the complex strategies he spoke of.

Before either realized what had happened the day had wasted away, the sun was beginning to set. But more importantly, the two of them were drunk, especially Rebecca; she was quite the little light weight.


They were both drunk. The pub was oddly empty that day... perhaps it was a sign...

Before he knew it, she was on him, straddling his lap, her body pressed against his own. Her small arms wrap around his neck for support as his hands are under her skirt, fondling her ass through her thin panties. She moans into his mouth as their tongue wrestle one another in his mouth... she's clearly an experienced girl.

Her small left arm moves between their bodies. As she shifts her weight a bit, allowing her hand to undo his belt with it undone, she slips her small hand into his pants, wrapping it around his stiffening manhood. He groans softly as she pulls her face from his own, and then he moans as she squeezes her hand around him...

"Ohhh... it's so hard..."

She mumbles with a slight drunken slur as she looks down at him, a small smile on her lips. Then, without any manner of warning, she slips down to the floor, her bare knees pressing into the wood below them. Without even needing to be told what to do, he opens his legs wide, allowing her to slip in between them. With a few tugs, his pants comes down... and her tiny hand, wrapped around his rock hard cock comes into view, for all the world to see.

With a small moan she lets go of his cock, noticing that a little bit of precum has dribbled down her fingers. She brings her little hand close to her face and looks at the slightly sticky fluid before licking it up, getting a taste of him. Making a sound of approval, she licks her lips as she looks up at him, that grin of hers telling him that he's going to enjoy what she has planned.

Her eyes sink back down to his manhood as she leans forward, opening her mouth wide. Slowly, she lifts her head up as she wraps her hand around the base of his shaft, stopping just on the verge of driving her mouth down. With a deep breath, she starts to take him into her mouth, inch after inch of his man meat vanishes into her warm, moist little mouth. He moans and groans as he feels more of himself moving inside of her. She just keeps going, actually taking him down her throat as she consumes more and more... until, finally, she's at his balls.

Exhaling, she stops for a few moments, allowing her throat to get used to him. His hands have found their way to her head... but her hair is so tightly braided that he can't work his fingers through it.

After a few moments, she starts to pull her away from his balls, causing inch after inch of himself to slip from her throat and mouth.



Bending her over the table, he pulls her skirt up, over her little ass, then pulls her panties down as she drunkenly whimpers. Pulling his pants down, he presses his stiff manhood against her little slit, making her moan softly as he rubs it up and down the opening, getting the head nice and slick before he thrusts forward. With an ear splitting moan from her, he burying himself up to the balls.

Without giving her time to get used to the girth, he starts to pump her, his hands slipping down to her hips, holding in her place. She moans and squeals as he he fucks her faster and harder, bucking her hips in an attempt to get him to go faster as her nails dig into the old ceder that makes up the table.

She moans and squeals like a cheap whore as he fucks her like an animal, making the table creak under the force and power of their coupling. She screams ever louder each time his balls slap her left leg, she can't take much more of this...

"Ohhh! Oh Elimine...! Harder! Harder! Fuck me hhhhaaaaarrrrddddeerrrr"

She begs him, on the verge of an orgasm. He's only too happy to give her what she wants. Placing his hands onto the table and leaning over her, he starts to fuck her with as much force as he can muster, making her scream at the top of her lungs, her tongue literally hangs out of her mouth as she cums, harder than she ever has before.

Of course, he doesn't stop... oh no. His own orgasm is building now, and he can't stop it. He starts to grunt like a wild beast as he pumps her little cunt, getting ever closer to the edge. He can't speak, he can't warn her... everything he has is going into this orgasm...

And then it finally happens, with a final grunt and thrust, he starts to empty his balls inside of her.