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Lyneth the Orc: Part Two (complete)
🕑 Added 2021-09-07 19:01:00 +0000 UTCI had seen the new pottery studio from a distance, as I wanted to keep from getting in the way before Lyneth and Llyr were ready to show it off. I knew how important a workspace was, and how personal it could be when creating the right one. When I arrived, Nicolai and Mila were already crafting something under Llyr’s tutelage while Lyneth was preparing the kiln. Her back was turned as I came in, and she was busy loading up the wood inside.
“Emmon, welcome,” Llyr said. “Have you come to christen the kiln with us?” He was sitting beside Mila, who was having trouble getting her piece to form. Nicolai, on the other hand, seemed to take to the wheel as well as he did a sword.
Lyneth turned and smiled as I came into the room, wiping sweat from her brow. “Would you like me to show you how to work the wheel?”
I suddenly felt very self-conscious. I had tried to dress nicely to celebrate their accomplishments, but now I felt out of place. Was it because I was now horribly aware of Lyneth’s advances? For sure. But was the underlying current of my own attraction at fault? Also possible. “I think I can figure it out.”
I sat down beside Nicolai, who was beaming. “I’m making a vase for Mama,” Nicolai said proudly.
Mila glared up at him. “He’s showing off.”
“You’re doing just fine, Mila.” Llyr said gently.
Lyneth approached and prepared my wheel with water and the raw porcelain. It wasn’t the color I had expected it to be. “Use the pedals, and you can go as fast or slow as you need. And add water…” She started to pour water over my hands. Lyneth had her arms around me, towering over me, leaning down. She was a lot of woman for a guy like me.
Mila smirked, and she instantly reminded me of her grandmother. “Unsure how to go about things without a hammer and a chisel, Mr. Northtook?”
The Polar royal family scares me for many reasons, but none so much as the ability they have to change their aura on a dime. Mila, I feel, is going to be terrifying once she matures. “Not so much. I’m used to my medium moving like this.”
“I like it when they squirm,” Mila titters.
“All young ladies should,” Lyneth laughed. She leaned back over me. “Now, you can’t be too rough with the clay. Yes, you need to work it, but you always need to remember how delicate it will be when complete.”
“I’m aware.” My cheeks feel hot, especially with her so close.
I managed to craft a small bowl, with high walls that I thought would serve me well for storing small items in my studio. Once the pieces dried a bit, they were painted and glazed for the kiln.
I noticed an open drawing pad, and inside there were notes and sketches that Lyneth had made. There were notes written by Katrina, and sketches to show the progress Lyneth had made to get the right design for the royal collections. “No peeking.” Lyneth closed the drawing pad and set it away. “It all has to be a surprise.”
“I beg your pardon, I didn’t realize.” I glanced back at the kiln. “It’s amazingly well-constructed. You should be proud.”
“I can’t take the credit. Llyr and the masons did all the really hard work, I just designed the interior.” She smiled with pride towards her creation. “Our father built our first kiln all by himself, and he even moved his beloved henhouse in order to make room for it. It’ll always be my favorite, but this one is pretty close.”
“I wish I had such tender memories of my father,” I huffed.
Lyneth looked down at me. “What do you mean?”
I grimaced and shrugged. “He didn’t like me pursuing an art career. That’s the gist of it. You don’t need to know much else.”
“Shame,” she tutted. “Seeing what you have created, I couldn’t imagine not feeling a sense of pride in you.”
My heart jolted. “But, that’s just me.” Lyneth walked away to pull Nicolai away from the kiln, because he was inching far too close.
That evening, Lyneth and llyr presented Katrina and Gregori with their children's creations. Later on, Lyneth came and handed me mine just as I was about to leave the studio. “Good thing I caught you in time.” She offered me the bowl. “Here, I figured you would want it.”
The bowl felt much heavier than I expected, and the glaze was smooth and silky. “Thank you. Not as good as my sculpting, but…”
Lyneth smiled. “Everyone has a first step. It may not be in the right direction or on solid ground, but everyone has it. You’re at least skilled with your hands. I could give you some lessons if you’d like.”
“Thank you, but I’m still struggling with how to go about this newest statue,” I sighed. “I don’t know if I have the creativity to take into another art.”
“Maybe it’ll help. Trying learning another technique. It could open your eyes so you can see what’s in your sculpture again.” She gently shoved my shoulder. “It’ll be fun regardless.”
I managed to keep my balance and not fall over. “But you should be focusing on the royal collections.”
“I can do two things,” Lyneth smirked.
I couldn’t deny I was curious, and I was looking for new ways to enhance my work. I suppose the stress of the upcoming ice sculpting festival was getting to me. I was working so hard on the preparations that they had sapped a lot of my energy. “Maybe one lesson. We’ll see how that goes.”
“Okay, just one. But I can promise you, you’ll be coming for my tutelage more than you expect.” Lyneth’s smile grew as her cheeks flushed a darker shade.
Maybe I was drawn to her, but that could be rooted in the initial flattery of her flirting with me. We agreed that I would come after lunch for my first lesson, which would give us all the time we needed to see to our regular duties.
When I arrived at the studio the following day, I heard a loud crash. I walked in to see Lyneth standing over a broken dish. She gathered up the broken pieces, laying them in a lined box which she handed off to Llyr. “Have you got the gold ready?” she asked. Then she turned, spotting me as I came in. “So you did decide to show!”
“I promised I would,” I answered. “What are you doing?”
“Llyr and I are doing a test plate before we get going, just to be sure our designs work well with the metalworking method we use.” She motioned over to a wheel. “Go ahead, take your seat. I’ll be with you in a moment.”
I took my seat and put on the apron hanging off the back of the chair. Lyneth returned, setting up some water and the clay. “I want you to first get used to what you’re doing. The speed of the pedals, how to use the water, but most specifically how you hold your hands. Just get used to it, and I’ll be back in a second.”
“How should I hold my hands?” I asked.
Lyneth smirked. “Like you’re holding something precious, but in a cup,” she giggled. “Be right back.” She went off to work with Llyr over the broken plate, and I watched for a second before settling in to focus on my work. I shaped and reshaped the kaolinite several times before Lyneth returned. She showed me how to mold it into intricate shapes, and a rolling technique that I found really interesting.
I enjoyed the craft so much that I came back the next day. I returned again and again, and all the while Lyneth and Llyr worked on the royal collections for Nicolai and Mila. I saw Lyneth poring over her work, how intently and lovingly she crafted each item. I thought I had a steady hand, but seeing her paint was like watching the earth move around stone. She had such a dazzling technique that it awed me.
One evening, I was helping her clean the studio. Llyr had gone to deliver a completed piece to Katrina, leaving the two of us alone. “You really seem to be taking to the craft,” Lyneth said.
I looked up at her. Some of her hair had come loose around her face. “I have been enjoying it. It’s helping me see my new statue much clearer.”
“That’s great.” Lyneth tried to push her hair aside, but she smudged dust and dried clay on her face. “Oh, darn. This is when it gets aggravating.”
She stepped aside and took her hair down. I’d never seen it down before, and it flowed in soft waves as she combed it out with her fingers. “It’s pretty,” I said without thinking.
Lyneth looked at me with a shy expression, then turned away and scooped it all to one side. I cleared my throat. “It looks nice down.”
“Maybe so, but it gets in the way.” She ran her fingers through it, then looked back at me. “I’ve never really worn it down around anyone.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. “I got some brandy from back home in my room.” That wasn’t what I expected to say. “Would you like to try it? As a thank-you for all your teaching.”
“Halfling brandy,” she murmured. “Is it strong?”
I smirked. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
Lyneth tied her hair, then followed me to my room. I fetched the new bottle that had been sent to me and poured two glasses. “Halflings enjoy their drink more than you’d expect.”
Lyneth took the glass and looked inside. “Smells good.” She took a sip. Her eyes popped open, and she held the glass at arm’s length. “Oh my.”
I had to laugh. “You underestimated it, didn’t you?”
“I did!” She watched me as I took a gulp. “I’m surprised. I thought orcs drank it as stout as it came.” She eased back in her seat. “Do you drink alone?”
“Mostly, although admitting that out loud sounds rather strange.” I swirled the liquor in my glass. “I’ve not really had anyone in my room before. Not since I got here, at least.”
“I’m honored to be your first.” Lyneth took another sip. “Is there someone you think of when you drink?”
I shook my head and sighed. “There used to be. But these days I’ve not thought of anyone in a long time.” I glanced over at her. “And you?”
“I’m too shy to say,” she chuckled.
My heart skipped a beat. “Is it me?”
Lyneth licked her lips, then up one tusk. “Maybe.”
“I know you said you like short people because of your father. But I have to be honest, it still shocks me,” I confessed. “Surely a statuesque woman like you could find just about anyone.”
“Oh, I can find plenty by just throwing a stone. But the heart wants what it wants. I can’t explain it, but I saw you and my heart decided for me. You’re handsome, talented, and…” She stopped and looked away. “See, now you’re trying to embarrass me.”
“I would never. But thank you for the compliment.” I looked back into my drink. “I do think you’re lovely, stunning in fact. I admire anyone who is so in love with their craft. That is an instant attraction for me, no matter who it’s for.”
“Come sit beside me.” Lyneth patted the seat beside her. “So we don’t have to yell across the room.”
It could be a trap, but it was one I was willing to fall for. I sat next to her, feeling her warmth. She put her hand on my leg and I felt heated all over. “You’re blushing a lot.” Her fingers brushed against my cheek. “You’ve not drunk too much have you?”
“Barely anything.” I reached up, touching her hair. It felt silky between my fingers. “It’s the company doing it to me, I think.”
Lyneth leaned down, kissing my forehead and then my cheek. I turned to meet her, grazing a kiss and then planting one firmly. I slipped a hand around her waist, then smoothed it down along her thigh. “I’m not sure what you’re into, but…” Lyneth kissed me again. “We can take this to the bed if you want.”
“Very forward,” I breathed. “You seem to be wanting something specific.”
“Ever since I first laid eyes on you. But now that I’ve caught feelings, it’s much more specific.” She stood up, taking off her tunic. My heart sped up, my pulse pounded in my groin.
“Oh, wow,” I breathed.
Lyneth walked over and stretched out on my bed. I followed, tentatively climbing up beside her. I wasn’t sure how this was going to work. Was I going to be able to satisfy her? I guess I could get creative if needed.
I took off my clothes, nervously waiting until the last second to take my pants off. Lyneth pulled them down for me, cupping my rear in one hand and kneading it. She licked me, her warm tongue darting over my shaft as she moaned. It felt so good that I rocked my hips, rubbing my rear into her palm and my cock against her lips. I was growing harder, feeling the deepening pulse surge through my body. Her dark eyes peered up at me as she sucked on me. I grabbed her hair, pulling it gently before I wrapped it around my fingers, panting as she kept going. My body was dripping with desire with heat. “Wait. I’ll finish if you don’t stop,” I panted.
“Go ahead,” Lyneth purred. She lapped at my balls, then took them into her mouth. “You can come whenever you’d like.”
I shuddered, tightening my grip on her hair. I rocked my hips more, rubbing my cock against her tongue. I could feel myself spiraling fast. Her tongue, her moans, her touch, were all becoming overwhelming. I cried out, spilling on her lips, on her face, her breasts. She seemed to enjoy it, smiling as I pulsed through my long orgasm.
“You had a lot for me,” she cooed.
My legs were shaking. I needed to lie down for a second. Lyneth pushed me down onto the bed, kissing me hungrily. “Sit on me.” The words were a surprise again. “Sit on my face.”
Lyneth’s eyes lit up and her lips pursed. “You sure?”
I smacked my cheek. “I owe you one. I can do it.”
Lyneth licked her lips, watching me with a curious expression. “Just double tap if you need to breathe.” She sat up, moving herself so that her thighs were around my ears. Above me I saw something delicious, something moist and warm, and as her labia came closer I opened my mouth. I licked and suckled, sighing with pleasure as I tasted her. I used my fingers to open her up, my tongue to tease and my lips to stroke. Through her thighs I could hear her moans, but just barely. I figured if anything felt wrong, she’d move.
I found I could fit my whole hand inside her, so I drove it deeper. I felt her tighten around me, and her inner walls quivered as the heat grew between them. I licked and sighed, finding purchase upon her clit. I moved my arm, thrusting inside her while sucking that sweet bud. I heard a cry and felt a rush of heat.
Lyneth’s body trembled all around me, and her thighs relaxed, then tensed. My hand became trapped inside, and I heard another cry. The body above me shifted, pulling away before falling onto the bed. Lyneth was breathing heavily and curled into a ball. “Too much! Too much,” she panted.
I was shocked. I did that to her? I lay beside her, kissing her shoulder and rubbing her back. She began to uncurl, lying flat and smiling at me. “I knew you’d be good with your hands.” She took hold of mine, kissing the knuckles as she smiled.
I blushed, feeling my body heat up all over again. “I just wanted to repay you. That’s all. Was it really okay?”
Lyneth leaned in and kissed me, moving so part of my body was trapped by her breast. “It was great, Emmon.”
I smiled triumphantly. “Well, just be careful. I have pretty good stamina.”
“I can tell.” Lyneth kissed me again. “But I need a second to rest, big boy. Someone stole the breath from me.”
I lay back, letting her rest her head upon my chest. Her soft hair spilled out over my side and the bed as I suppressed a massive grin. “Take your time, Lyneth. I have all night for you.”
Lyneth chuckled and she raised her eyes to me. “I may demand more nights. What would you say to that?”
I grinned. “I must admit, it is a tempting offer. But why on earth would you want to spend them with me?”
Lyneth rose up, planting a firm kiss on my lips. “Because I’ve fallen for you.”
My heart pounded in my throat. “Oh, really?” I brushed her hair back and cupped her face in my hands. “Because I’ve found the face of my new statue, and I need to see it every night to get it right.” I ran my fingers along her cheekbone. “So I’ll need you in my arms.”
