Dawn Rising

Chapter 4: A Beginner’s Guide to Negotiation

Ike was sitting at the desk in his spacious tent, trying to read by the last rays of the evening sun as they poured through his open tent-flap. Titania had just left, and he was going through the reports she had left behind. The new size of the army had meant that her long-held, but unofficial, position of surrogate mother to everyone had become a reality. She was now responsible for checking up on all the soldiers’ health and mental wellbeing, and reported it back to her commander on a daily basis. Ike smiled as he remembered how Soren had initially added it to his own duties, and had proved to be a catastrophe; for all his abilities with numbers and tactics, the mage was still incapable of understanding people, and Titania had rapidly taken over, much to everyone’s relief.

In fact, administering the ever-growing army had been more than Soren could handle by himself, and he had cast about for an assistant. To everyone’s surprise, Mia had volunteered, and, even more shockingly, had proven herself to be an excellent accountant, so that even the tenacious mage could find nothing wrong with her work. Working with the co-operation of the newly-arrived merchants, she was now in charge of organizing food and medical supplies for the whole army, leaving Soren free to concentrate on tactics.

Ike’s workload had also increased. His evening meetings with Soren had turned into separate evening meetings with Titania and Mia as well, and now meant reading through two extra daily reports. Still, if the army wasn’t efficient, there was absolutely no way they could win. The coming battle for Seliora had to be won, or else everything would be lost.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over his reading. “You know, you shouldn’t strain your eyes like that, boss. It’s just not good for you.”

It was Mia, standing in the entry way, a bundle of scrolls under her arm.

“Hello Mia. I suppose you’re right, particularly if I’ve got read all those by tonight. Lamp oil is just so hard to come by at the moment, so I always try to manage as long as I can.”

“Well, that at least is one worry I can take off your mind,” she said, unhooking a flask that was hanging from her belt. “I’ve just managed to find us 40 gallons of oil, at a very good price. So long as we’re careful, that should last us till the end of the campaign.” Saying that, she put the scrolls carefully on the floor, then topped up the lamps from her flask.

“That’s fantastic news!” said Ike, genuinely impressed. “If you feel like it, put a bit of oil in the stove and I’ll make us some celebratory coffee. Make yourself at home, too.”

“Roger!” she chirped, pouring the last of the flask’s contents into the small stove. Then she produced a flint and began lighting the lamps, while Ike busied himself with brewing the coffee. By the time he had finished, she had them burning, and had just closed the tent-flap.

“Here you go,” he said, passing her a mug. “Cheers! And like I said, make yourself comfy. Titania and Soren always do.” Though the tent was spacious, there wasn’t much in the way of furnishings. The lone chair lay behind the desk, and Ike’s bunk lay opposite it. The rest of the space was taken up with weaponry, repairing materials, charts and other things, but nothing to sit on, so she accepted the coffee and sat down on the bunk. This was only her third visit, but she didn’t seem to have any qualms about sitting on his bed. Titania and Soren always sat down gingerly, and remained ram-rod straight, as if they didn’t want to relax in front of their commander, despite having known him for years. Mia’s easy-going nature was definitely refreshing. She even pulled off her boots, and stretched her legs across the bed. The sight brought a slight lump to Ike’s throat; her stockings hugged her flesh, showing off her long, lithe legs to great effect, an effect enhanced by the practical shortness of her pants. With a slight shake of his head, he dispelled the thought.

“Phew! It’s good to get my feet up,” grumbled Mia. “That bloody Aimee woman drives a hard bargain. I think I’d rather wrestle a wyvern than go through that again any time soon. Honestly, battle is much easier, and a hell of a lot less tiring.”

“You did well though,” remarked Ike, who had picked up the report and was leafing through it. “Sure, she’s made a profit, but then she always does. You seem to have fended her off nicely, which is more than most of us can manage. Every time I try to do business with her, the old bag comes on to me. I think you’re right – wrestling a wyvern would be nicer than that.”

Mia laughed. “Ha! Wow, she really is ambitious isn’t she? Wanting the hero of the War on her arm? Still, you’re unattached as far as she knows, and she probably could never find a better caravan guard.”

Ike caught the inflection, even if it was unintentional. “What do you mean ‘as far as she knows?’ I am unattached.”

Mia had the grace to blush slightly. “Oh, come on Ike. It’s not like everyone doesn’t know about you and Queen Elincia.” Ike stared at her hard, and she squirmed beneath his silent gaze, deeply regretting the slip of her tongue. “It’s… well… um… you know… army camps aren’t very private places, and you and the Princess, as she was then, were quite… vocal. Most of the camp heard you – we all thought it was rather sweet the way you were both pretending nothing was happening between you.”

Uncharacteristically, panic passed over the warrior’s face. “You heard us..?” he gasped, incredulous. “But we were… we were…”

“…Doing it every single night,” finished Mia for him. “And most mornings. And during the day when there wasn’t a battle on. We had a hell of a time of it, you know? Lots of sleepless nights for those whose tents were closest to yours, and lots of time making sure to keep Rolf and Mist away so they didn’t find out the facts of life too early, and Geoffrey too, so he wouldn’t try to kill you. I think Lucia was almost having a nervous breakdown, having to constantly spike the Princesses’ drinks with Maidsroot – after all, they didn’t want an heir on the way before she was married.” Mia sipped her coffee and grinned mischievously, enjoying seeing her commander flustered by every item on her list. “I have to say though, we all admired your stamina. I think some of the men got quite jealous.”

“I’m shocked,” he said, struggling to regain his composure. “Really, really shocked. I had no idea.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said comfortingly, feeling a bit bad about how embarrassed she had made him. “Like I said, army camps are hardly private. We understood – you and the Princess were under a lot of pressure, so none of us were going to begrudge you some relaxation and pleasure. Still, you really should stop pretending… just get it out in the open, boss. I’m sure even those snooty Crimean nobles will accept you eventually.”

“Actually… Elincia and I broke it off. She wanted things that I couldn’t give her. I’m not really interested in a relationship, at least not at the moment. I just want someone to mess around with.”

“Oh,” said Mia, putting down her coffee and lying back on the bed with her hands behind her head. “I’m sorry Ike. I didn’t mean to stir up a painful topic.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing,” he said levelly. Rather self-consciously, Ike went back to examining the resource reports, and there was silence in the tent, apart from the occasional crackle of parchment. Mia lay back comfortably on his bunk, sipping coffee as she watched him.

“Was she your first?” The question came suddenly, and Ike paused for a moment before answering. It was often hard to remember that Mia, despite her good-looks and shapely figure, was first and foremost a soldier, and had a soldier’s bluntness of speech. Her talk around the campfire was as laddish as any of the men.

“No,” he replied after a moment, and then assuming she wouldn’t be satisfied with that, he carried on. “No, she wasn’t. When my father made the decision that I was old enough to officially join the company, then he also decided I was old enough to know the taste of a woman. The night after my first mission, Gatrie and Boyd took me to the whorehouse in the town.”

“Was it good fun?” she asked mischievously, teasing the information out of him.

“As it was my first, we hired the most expensive woman. A beautiful red-head she was. Gatrie had gone off to do his own thing, but Boyd and I enjoyed her together,” he replied, smiling at the memories. “Of course, everything kicked off a couple of weeks later, so I only got down there a few times.”

The memories were very pleasant, and his penis was stirring with them, so he tailed off rather abruptly in the vain hope of not getting too excited. Still, his own sense of mischievousness was piqued enough to ask: “What about you? How was your first time? Some first rural boyfriend, perhaps? Tender kisses in the barn that slowly lead to something else?”

“Hmmm… not quite,” she said. “When I was fifteen, I was enrolled in a small fencing school about a day’s hard ride from my home village. The master only ever took on twelve pupils at a time, and always boys – he only let me in because I had already been practicing with a blade for some years, and he thought he could see a lot of potential in me. My first time was about three days after that – Tomas, his name was. We had been practising in the courtyard, just the two of us in the evening, and next thing I know we’re up against the wall, fully-clothed and all, and he’s inside me. Good times!”

“I’m surprised,” said Ike, letting it show on his face. He had laid the reports aside and was listening to her story intently. “I hadn’t thought you the type to go into things hurriedly. So Tomas was your first boyfriend?”

“What? Heck, no. He was just my first. It was only sex, you know? When you’re the only girl sharing a room with eleven horny teenage boys, you quickly do the rounds, and learn to enjoy it.”

“All eleven of them?” said Ike incredulously. “By the Goddess, I thought I was experienced, but you make me look like a total innocent.”

“Well, it just kinda escalated, you know,” said Mia, carrying on her story. “The men all approached me at one time or another for the first few weeks, usually to share their bunk for the night, but sometimes during free moments in the day. Then, after a while, we started having little threesomes, then foursomes, and so on. The first time I had all of them was amazing – we were in the communal showers, all twelve of us, all naked, hot, wet and turned on. After that, well, we ended up doing it pretty much every night.”

“Fuck me!” Ike swore. Mia, still lying on the bed and looking up at the ceiling, suddenly grinned widely.

“Now there’s an idea.” she said wolfishly.

“Eh? What?” he said confusedly, before suddenly realising what she meant. “Hang on, Mia. That was a curse, and you know it.” At that, she rolled over onto her side and looked directly at him.

“So? Why not? We’re both just looking for someone to mess around with. And please don’t give me any bollocks about not wanting to sleep with a subordinate. You may command a large army, but the Greil mercenaries are more like friends and family than underlings. What’s wrong with friends having a bit of fun together?”

“It wouldn’t be professional.” he replied, realising how weak it was as he said it. “And besides, this is all rather fast.”

“Aw, come on Ike, don’t give me that,” she said, her eyes still smouldering. “I can’t see from here because of this desk of yours, but I’d bet my last gold piece that the front of your trousers are saying ‘yes’ even louder than your mouth is saying ‘no.’” She was right, of course; his dick was rock hard, and the material of his pants painfully tight around it. His mind was still trying and failing to work out the logistics of an eleven-on-one orgy (after all, she only had a limited number of places you could stick it? Surely?), but the mental pictures had turned him right on.

“No, I’m sorry Mia, but it would just be weird. I think you should go now, and we won’t talk about this again.” She didn’t reply, but got off the bed and walked around to behind him, then draped her arms around him and whispered in his ear.

“Ike, from the moment I met you, I’ve wanted to fuck you. And the only thing that has prevented me from acting for all this time is the belief that you and Elincia had some cushy domestic life planned ahead. And now when I find that you are not only single, but also not interested in a relationship, you want me to go away? Not a chance. It wouldn’t be weird – what’s weird about a couple of friends who enjoy sex not having some fun together? Heck, I think it’d be weird if we didn’t screw.”

Ike didn’t say anything. He was sitting ramrod straight in his seat, not daring to make a move. He was very aware of Mia’s breasts pressing into his back, and that his manhood was going to need some sort of release soon. In his mind, professionalism wrestled with desire. Suddenly, Mia’s hand went to his crotch.

“Ah, I was right – you are horny!”

Desire beat professionalism.

“Fine, Mia. How do you want to do this?”

“Good,” she said, letting go of the bulge in his pants, but still hugging him from behind and whispering in his ear. “I’m glad you’ve seen sense. Now, first thing I want is for you to take your top off and let me get a good look at you. Seriously, all those hours we spent training together, and I never once got to see you shirtless – you really don’t know how to treat a lady.”

“What?” he said, disengaging her from him. “You want a striptease? I thought you wanted to have sex?”

“All in good time, boss, all in good time. Right now, I want to see you shirtless. If you like, you can remove your boots as well.”

“Fine, whatever. I’ll humour you, but just so you know, this is already starting to feel pretty weird.” With that, he pulled off his boots and stood up. A few seconds later, he had the buckles on his armour undone, and pulled it off, revealing his muscled torso.

“Ah, now that’s how a man should look,” she purred, slowly walking around him. “I like a bit of muscle on my men – it’s why I always prefer soldiers to mages. Those bookworms are far too scrawny.”

Ike was feeling rather embarrassed by all this. Sure, there was something about the situation that really turned him on, but it was still nonetheless embarrassing. “Is this really necessary, Mia?”

“Of course it is. Would you go into battle with a sword that you hadn’t fully examined first? Because I wouldn’t,” she said, still circling him and looking intently.

“That analogy really doesn’t work, you know,” he replied. This had rapidly become the oddest sexual encounter of his life, and yet somehow its surreality was invigorating. His hard-on hadn’t diminished one bit.

“Hmm, maybe you’re right,” she mused, pausing in front of him. “Anyway, I think it’s about time I had a look at the rest of you – at the minute, I feel like I’ve left a birthday present half-unwrapped.” She knelt down, and undid his belt. A moment later, she pulled his pants down and the full 12 inches of his throbbing member sprang free. For the first time, a look of genuine surprise flashed across Mia’s face.

“By the Goddess, Ike – you’re huge!” she said, her eyes only inches from its angry red head. “I’ve never seen such a large cock before.”

“Yeah,” he replied. There didn’t seem much more he could say to that.

“Ha, and you’re so modest too,” she giggled, still admiring his manhood.

“So, what now?” he asked. “Are we actually going to have sex, or what? This was your idea, Mia.”

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you that the expectation of an event makes it that much more enjoyable when you get round to it?” she said, standing up and grinning. “Why don’t you go and get on the bed, Commander?”

“Right, that sounds more like it,” said Ike, sitting on the edge of the bunk, his proud dick rising up in expectation. “Hang on, this isn’t right. I’m completely naked, but so far you’ve only taken your boots off.”

“Hmm, well I suppose I could take something off,” she murmured, then quickly pulled off her detachable sleeves. “How does that work for you?”

“Not really,” he replied. “I was hoping for something more... revealing.”

“Oh, I don’t know Ike... I wouldn’t want you getting any perverted ideas.”

“What the hell-“

“Wait a minute, boss!” she interrupted him. “I’m not saying I won’t. Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement?”

“Arrangement?” Ike asked quizzically.

“Of course,” Mia replied. “After all, you’ve put me in charge of negotiating things for the camp, so it’s only right that I get to practice my bartering skills. Let’s see, how about this for a deal? I’ll take my top off if you... hmmm... oh, I know! I’ll take my top off if you masturbate for me!”

“What? This is...” he began, then checked himself. Whatever game Mia was playing at, he was getting seriously turned on. Any good strategist knows that if an enemy starts using unexpected tactics, then the best thing to do is to meet them full on: if she wanted to play games, he could match her.

“Stockings too!” he barked.

“Eh? What?” she said, momentarily nonplussed.

“Your stockings as well,” he explained. “You take off your top and stockings, and I’ll do what you asked.”

“Yes, okay,” she said smiling, but the confident light had vanished from her eyes. She reached down to the stocking tops of her right leg, and slid it down to her knee, before pausing.

“Well?” she said, arching an eyebrow at him. “I thought we had a deal?”

Ike met her gaze brazenly, smiled, and confidently wrapped his hand around his member. He began to lazily stroke himself, all the while smiling at her.

“Hot damn, that’s a good sight,” she breathed, as she finished pulling off her stockings. Then, with a bit of fidgeting, she had her top off. Now she was only wearing her short skirt, and Ike got a full view of her free breasts, the sight of which sent an excited tremor through his cock and made him speed up slightly. They were pert and perfect, neither too big nor too small, and the dark nipples were invitingly hard. Her whole body was slim and athletic. Elincia was quite curvy underneath, but Ike could see he was dealing with a warrior here. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her, and he could just about make out the vaguest suggestion of muscle under her toned abdomen.

“By the Goddess, you’re beautiful,” he breathed. She smiled, and to his surprise leaned over and kissed him. It was passionate, her tongue wrestling wetly with his. He stopped masturbating, and put all his effort into kissing her back. Eventually, she broke it off, panting.

“I thought you said this wasn’t about romance,” said Ike quietly.

“It isn’t. I just wanted to kiss you, that’s all,” she replied. Then, still leaning over him, she reached out a hand for his cock. In a swift motion, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“What?” she asked, looking surprised. “Don’t you want me to?”

“Sure,” he replied. “But I think you want it as much as I do. Perhaps more. That puts me in the dominant bargaining position – so, what are you willing to trade?”

Mia laughed. “This has got to be the first time any girl had to pay for this! Okay then, boss, what do you suggest?”

“Take off your skirt. And that’s my final offer.”

“Yes, sir!” she said, straightening up. In a smooth motion, she dropped them down. Underneath, she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all, and Ike found himself looking straight at her. She was shaven, something Ike had heard of but never seen before. Her inviting pink lips were glistening and moist with anticipation, and he felt his dick throb with desire and longing for her.

“Like what you see?” she asked, kneeling down again.

“Oh yeah.” he replied, then gasped as she took his member in hand. Her technique was flawless, gripping him with just the right amount of pressure, gently but firmly massaging his foreskin up and down around his head. The feeling was sensational, waves of pleasure flooded through his body, and his shaft quivered with sexual ecstasy. With her free hand, Mia reached down between her own legs, and began to pleasure herself, her fingers deftly teasing her lips with a practiced touch.

Within moments, she was panting and flushed, and when she looked up and met Ike’s eyes, he nearly came there and then. The sight of this stunning, beautiful creature looking up at him with longing while she gave his manhood the best workout it had ever had, while simultaneously playing with herself was almost more than he could bear.

“And... how much...” she panted, “will it cost... me... ahhh... to use my mouth?”

“You can... ugnh... have that on credit.”

Mia started licking along the sides of his shaft, her warm, wet tongue caressing his hardness even as her hand continued to stroke it. After a few moments, she moved to his head, and her tongue flicked out in quick, playful movements that sent wave after wave of pleasure through his bucking body. Whatever her experience might have been, she seemed to know exactly what to do to pleasure a man in the most incredible way. Next, she moved in closer and began to gently rake her teeth across his swollen head, while all the while her tongue continued its irresistible assault upon him.

Ike couldn’t help but cry out, the feeling was so electrifying. His dick was huge and swollen, his angry red head desperate for release. Suddenly, Mia wrapped her lips around him and in one quick movement took his entire length into her mouth. Ike was shocked; he’d never experienced it before. He and Elincia had tried oral sex a few times, but she had found he was too large to handle. In fact, Ike had thought his manhood was too large for any woman to deal with, but here was Mia deep-throating him entirely.

The sensation was incredible; the heat and tightness of her throat squeezed him blissfully, and the feel of her wet, dextrous tongue along his shaft sent torrents of molten pleasure cascading through the entire length of his arousal. His balls ached for release, and he fought to keep his climax at bay.

She began to move up and down the full length of him, slowly at first. He gently but firmly placed his hands in her hair, encouraging her to speed up. Each thrust sent a blazing spark from his groin to his mind, and nothing existed except the hot, passionate feeling of her mouth sliding up and down him.

He began to move her faster and faster, and she moved with him, bringing both her hands to bear upon him as she furiously sucked his eager cock. Ike’s mind now blazed like fireworks, his hips bucking uncontrollably, his dick tremoring wildly, the ache in his balls mounting as his climax grew. Holding her hair firmly, he thrust deeply into her mouth, and his climax exploded out of him. His mind blanked in ecstasy as wave after wave of cum surged out of him and into her mouth and throat. He felt her swallowing, her throat muscles contracting around his manhood that seemed to blaze like a bar of white-hot iron. She kept making small movements up and down him, teasing every drop of his seed she could out of him, as his orgasm went on and on.

“That was... incredible,” he breathed. She pulled him out of her mouth, his cock liberally spattered with saliva and cum.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she said. “But I’m even happier that you’re still so hard, even after climaxing like that. You really are incredible.”

It was true. Ike’s dick was still rock solid, standing proudly up and demanding more attention. Mia reached out and lazily stroked, chuckling at the slight wince he gave as she manipulated his tender member.

“Well, you certainly got your money’s worth,” she laughed. “But now it’s my turn to have some fun.”

So saying, she gave him a firm shove, pushing him down on to the bed. Then she straddled his hips, sandwiching his throbbing manhood between their naked bodies as she leaned over him. She kissed him, almost tenderly, and he could taste his essence on her lips; the thought of it made him harder still.

“You ready?” she asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. Standing upright on her knees, she positioned herself above him. By the lamplight, he could see just how wet she was; her pussy glittered enticingly. Taking his member firmly in hand, she brushed his head across her nether-lips, sending shivers through both of them. She slowly lowered herself on to him; the feeling his cock, still tender from his first orgasm, was almost painful in its intensity. Mia’s sheath was hot and tight, and he had to resist the urge to start bucking up into her there and then. She gave a low moan as she descended his length, her back arching in pure physical pleasure, which caused her shapely breasts to rock enticingly. In moments, she had fully impaled herself on him; the sight of this gorgeous, naked creature atop his manhood was simply divine. She moaned again, her eyes closed in sexual ecstasy, a light film of perspiration making her skin glimmer in the lamplight; all this was having an effect on Ike.

“By the Goddess, is it possible? You’re getting bigger?” she asked breathlessly. Her lips were spread as wide as they could go, barely able to contain the width of Ike’s excited, throbbing dick.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on,” he conceded, a slight whimper in his voice. “If you want to do this, you’d better start – I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it.”

She placed her hands on his muscular abdomen, bracing herself. She began to ride him, slowly at first, before building up some speed. Her snatch made wonderful little wet sounds as she slid herself up and down his length, rising up until just his head remained within, then thrusting downwards and burying him in herself. Ike had never had the woman take charge before; Mia was pleasuring herself with his body, and it felt fantastic.

“Oh, that’s good... that’s really, really good,” she panted, her thrusts fast and deep. “Aah, that’s fucking wonderful!”

Her tight, wet, hot cunt was almost painfully pleasurable, his eager cock throbbing and pounding against her inner walls. Her ecstatic bucking motion caused her shapely breasts to dance enticingly, and he reached up and took them in his strong hands. He caressed them passionately, even roughly, enjoying their supple softness, and the feel of her hard nipples against his palms. He felt her cavern tighten in pleasure.

“Oh, Ike, that’s incredible!” she cried. “Keep going! Ah!”

She was now riding him as hard as she could, like a wild thing, panting and moaning. Both their bodies glittered with perspiration, as Ike continued working her breasts roughly, his head thrown back as little groans came through his clenched teeth as he fought desperately to keep his orgasm at bay.

His hips were bucking of their own accord, instinctively thrusting him up into Mia’s hot passage. It was getting tighter, and Mia’s motions were becoming more and more erratic as her orgasm built as well. His hands slid down from her breasts, down her abdomen, to steady her hips.

“Yes, Ike! Yes! Do it!”

He didn’t need her instruction. Nothing mattered, apart from the incredible feeling in his dick; he burnt with the desire for release, even as he tried to delay it as long as possible. He thrust as deeply into her as he could, his body arching as ecstasy racked his frame, white fire seeming to spread through his loins.

“Ah! Ike! I’m gonna cum!”

“Me... too!”

With one last, deep thrust, he pulled her on to him, just as her muscles clenched orgasmically around him. His mind seemed to overload as he came, his hot seed spurting into her womb. On and on it went, as if he hadn’t had a release in months, rather than just a few minutes ago. She screamed his name as his semen erupted into her, filled her sopping cunt and overflowed, forcing its way out between their sexes, onto her thighs and his genitals.

The long seconds went by, until it was over, and Ike fell back onto the bed, with Mia on top of him. Both of them were sweaty and panting, and his manhood remained lodged in her. A few seconds passed in silence.

“By the Goddess, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Mia said. “So how was it for you?”

Ike didn’t reply. He was still breathing heavily.

“Ike? How was it for you? Come on man, say something!” she urged. He muttered something, but she didn’t catch it.

“Pardon? What was that?”she said.

“My turn.”

“Your turn? What do you – aah!” she cried, as he flipped her over on to the bed. She couldn’t believe that he was still hard, but now he lay on top of her, wildly thrusting his rock solid dick into her.

Ike was barely rational now; nothing in the world mattered except fucking the gorgeous creature who was writhing in pleasure underneath him. She had teased him and teased him, and now she was getting the fallout from it; he had never felt so horny in his entire life, and despite having already cum twice he needed to feel her body beneath his.

He pounded into her like an animal, each long and powerful thrust sending spurts of cum from his last climax splashing over their thighs. It also provided some lubrication, allowing her to take such rough treatment. Her lithe body was flexing erotically beneath him, her breasts swaying to the rhythm of his motion, screams of pleasure tearing from her lips as he rode her. Her legs folded up behind his buttocks, urging him inwards, and her nails scraped along his back leaving fine wires of burning pleasure.

Every movement of his thick, hard cock sent a thrill straight to his brain. He had never taken a woman this roughly before, and was even more turned on by the fact that she was obviously enjoying it. Beautiful though Mia was, she was a real soldier, not some delicate flower. With every thrust he penetrated her womb, with every movement her passage seemed tighter, with every scream of his name she urged him on. Both of them had lost themselves to sheer carnal frenzy.

He felt the wonderful growing tightness in his balls, the instinctive urgency to fill her with his seed again welling up inside him. She was approaching climax too, her muscles bucking and twitching in uncontrollable sexual pleasure. With a final scream she came, her body arching beneath him as her cunt clamped down around him with agonising pleasure. It pushed him over the edge, and he flooded her womb with his seed, a seemingly never-ending torrent of cum exploding gloriously from his member, the thrill of orgasm pounding through his body, a cry of physical bliss tearing from his lips.

He pulled out of her, and collapsed on to the bed. His cock, finally softening, was drenched in both their juices. In fact, there was cum everywhere: both their thighs were slick with it, and the excess from her cunt was slowly dripping onto the already soiled blankets. But neither of them cared; they both lay there, their breathing slowing as they enjoyed the post-coital feeling of satisfaction and relief.

“That was fantastic,” Mia said eventually. “I think I’m going to be sporting a few bruises, but really, really fantastic.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I think I got a bit carried away.”

She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek; it was a surprisingly sweet gesture. “Don’t apologise. You were everything I had hoped for, boss.”

Ike chuckled, “You weren’t too bad yourself.” She gave him a playful punch on the arm for that. Then she sat up.

“Well, I can’t just lie here all evening, nice as that would be. I guess Soren will be here shortly, and it would probably be better if he didn’t find us lying naked together on your bed.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he said, also sitting up. “He’d probably have a fit or something over that. I guess we’d better get cleaned up – we’re both quite messy.”

“Yeah... so, when shall I come back? Ten o’clock? Eleven o’ clock?”

“Come back? What do you mean?” he asked.

“You don’t want this to be an end to it, do you?” she asked, the mischievous smile returning to her face. “I think it would make more sense if I slept here from now on. Then we can have some fun whenever we feel like it.

Ike smiled too. “That... that sounds good. And what negotiating will I have to do for it? Or is this situation a freebie?”

Mia laughed. “Oh, you’ll be paying for it, alright. I may end up spending lots of time in your bed, but I damn well don’t want to spend most of it sleeping. I’m expecting plenty of action, you know? I’m a hard woman to please in that respect.”

“Ten o’clock will be fine,” replied Ike, grinning.

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Authorial Commentary:

Dawn Rising, updated in... almost never!

Yeah, yeah, I know – I suck at meeting my own deadlines. There will be future chapters (I have the whole thing planned out), but these days I just don’t have a huge amount of time for writing smut. Actually, part of the delay was that I got distracted and started writing some Final Fantasy smut (which you can read on this site, if you enjoy my work) – and I hope to keep updating that as well. Perhaps I might also write some one-shots, though I’ll admit that I tend to get carried away with plotting out long, multiple episode stories.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I kind of liked the idea of Mia as a bit of a sex-kitten, and with Elincia unavailable then she’s an obvious choice for someone for Ike to work out his frustrations on. The whole bargaining and negotiation motif came to me while I was writing, and I rather liked the idea – I think it works quite well, and gives the characters an interesting chemistry.

As I say, god alone knows when the next update will come (hopefully not in many years time – I’d quite like to finish this before I die of old age), but when it does, expect more randy Laguz action!

Also, please review – it makes the author happy!