Tales of Itto 3 The Touch

This was a memory that came to Itto often.
Itto, now called Darkseer, pushed his feet through the crackling snow as he made his way back into the citadel of the Order of Hieronios. His broad shoulders were wrapped in a thick cloak, but they still shivered as the harsh wind hit him. His strong back bore several bags of grain, brought up from the nearby village. The sun was beginning to set as he finally arrived.
“You’re late!” A voice called out from the ramparts.
Itto looked up and saw a fellow member of the Order, Yonn Bruber, standing at watch with his longbow.
“The warm spell yesterday made for slower walk when the snow refroze last night.” Itto replied.
“Baker Jim is eager to get to work for our coming guests’ banquet. He’ll be pleased to see you’ve returned.”
“I’ll be sure to see him immediately.”Itto said.
Itto passed through the gate and came into the courtyard. Several paladins greeted him. Itto had become welcome among the order. He had friends here now. Family. Crestus Sunwhisper rushed over to him and the two embraced as brothers.
“Welcome back, brother. You’ve been missed these last three days. What kept you?” Crestus said.
“The merchants from the village needed an extra day to assemble their supply. They didn’t expect one man to purchase so much.” Itto said.
“I’ll bet. It’s a blessing that you were able to go. Our horses would never have been able to make it in the ice.”
“It was my honor. I hope that are guests are able to make it through the conditions.”
“The last messenger indicated that everything was on schedule.”
“Fortunate.” Itto said. “Well, I best get these to Baker Jim.”
“Let me take one of those.” Crestus said, as he grabbed one of the bags off Itto’s back. Too late, he realized that the weight was far heavier than he expected and he threw himself off balance. “Well, I see you’ve lost none of your strength from your days on the battlefield.”
“It doesn’t come as easy, but all of my training here in the last ten years have prevented me from getting too soft.” Itto smiled a toothy smile as he helped Crestus up.
The two carried the grain to the baker’s. Then headed to the canteen. After a long day of travel, Itto needed a drink and Crestus was always a ready companion. Several pints of ale later, the two had gained a rather large gathering of compatriots. Crestus entertained the group with songs learned in his travels. Itto performed feats of strength.
As the night progressed, Itto took notice of a younger member of the Order, a human female named Ellay Hol. Her eyes and his locked on several occasions. Itto was bashful at first, but eventually the ale gave him courage to speak with her directly.
“You seem to be the hero of the day, Lord Darkseer.”
“Your formality is appreciated, m’lady, but not necessary. We are equals here in the service of Hieronios.” Itto replied.
“So you say.” She said with a smile.
“So I know. Our pursuit here is justice and justice is built upon the value of action, not seniority. It is the only reason that I was given a chance to join the ranks, despite once being an enemy of the people here.”
“That was a long time ago.” She said.
“Almost a lifetime ago.” He returned.
“More than that. I wasn’t even born when you waged war against the elves.”
“Well, I am quite old.” He paused and pulled away slightly. “And you are quite young.”
“Not so young.” She placed her hand on his.
In a few moments, the two had made their way to Itto’s chambers. Ellay pulled the tunic off of Itto as he undead the buttons of her blouse. Ellay was tall for a human, almost as tall as Itto, but lean, like a dancer. Her copper hair looked like fire in the candlelight of the chamber. She ran her long fingers along Itto’s muscular chest, gently caressing each of the many scars that adorned his frame. Itto gently kissed her neck, moving up to her ear, which he lightly suckled on. She let out a soft gasp. Her hands moved down to Itto’s trousers and pushed them to the floor. Her hands moved along the inside of his thigh, until coming to his erect penis. She stopped, noting the texture, and pulled away slightly to look at it.
For a moment, Itto was embarrassed. It had been a long time since he knew the touch of a woman and he feared that he had become too enthusiastic.
“Is it…” he started.
Without a word, Ellay silenced him by kneeling down and running her tongue along the waffle-y shaft. Itto shuddered. She took the tip into her mouth, stretching her lips around the girth of it, and began to move her head back and forth on it. After a few moments of this, Itto couldn’t take it anymore and picked her up and tossed her on his bed. He ripped her pants off of her and proceeded to kiss the area around her clitoris. His tongue darted out and tickled her vulva. She cooed approvingly. He proceeded to continue licking and occasionally sucking on her warm, moist flesh, with her voicing her approval louder and louder. Finally she shook wildly. Itto looked up at her.
“Take me.” She whispered. “Do whatever you want with me.”
Morning came. Itto left his chamber to fetch water. As he walked to the well in the courtyard, several men applauded.
“Maybe we should start calling you ‘Moan Bringer’” Crestus said.
“I didn’t know there was anyone listening.” Itto said, shocked.
“Itto, don’t worry about it. Hieronios has many demands of us, but celibacy is not one of them. As long as you’re not straying from your path in the name of lust, no one can condemn you for exploring your nascent feelings of love.” Crestus said.
Itto filled his bucket.
“Have your fun, but remember to be ready to greet our guests by noon. They should be here shortly.” Crestus continued.
Itto returned to Ellay. Once more, they knew each other, before dressing for the day.
“How long has it been?” Ellay asked as she put on her shirt.
“Since the wars. I had a wife… and there were others in those days. Not since then.” Itto said.
“A wife? Any children?” Ellay followed up.
“None that survived.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” She replied.
“My people were all but completely wiped out. As far as I know, no one from my tribe survived.”
“Did you ever go looking for them?”
“No. For three years after being taken as a prisoner of war, I was held captive. During that time I was told of the fate that befell my people. I then came to serve the community for two years before being taught the holy arts. After five years as a student of the Clerics, I began my instruction as a Paladin, which continues to this day.”
They finished dressing and went to the great hall. Lord Pratantus Sunwhisper was waiting for them. Most of the other Paladins of the Order had arrived, though some were still coming in.
“Ah, Itto! Ellay! Good of you to arrive.” Pratantus said. “Together.”
“He knows.” Itto whispered.
“The ambassador will be here shortly. I’d like you both to be at my side when I meet with him.”
“Us?” Ellay was taken aback.
“I need some of my best to be with me. I respect you both and think you’d serve to help illustrate the diversity of our order.” Pratantus continued.
Sure enough, when the King’s ambassador arrived, Pratantus met with him with Itto and Ellay at his side. The ambassador laid out the King’s mission: A contingent of Paladins was requested to serve a special mission for the king in the southern lands. After much discussion, Crestus was named as the best candidate to lead the mission. Then they feasted.
Itto and Ellay served the roles of diplomats well. They charmed the ambassador and his entourage, showing that the stereotypes of stiff, stick-in-the-mud Paladins were unfounded. However, for all their focus on serving their order, their eyes continued to find their way to one another. Their hands continued to find their way into each other’s grasp. When they retired for the night, they did so together.
In the morning, Itto wished Crestus fairwell and good fortune on his journey. It all seemed so trivial compared to the excitement that burned in Itto’s heart when he thought of Ellay. They continued to court one another as the days slipped by.
Then it was all shaken up with a single message.
Pratantus received it. A messager came in the dark of night. Crestus and his envoy had gone missing! Itto volunteered to go after him. Pratantus, distraught, agreed, but ordered Itto to travel to the capital alone to meet with the King himself.
“Let me go with you!” Ellay begged.
“I am to go alone.” Itto replied.
“I wish to stay by your side.”
“And I wish to be by yours, but this is Lord Pratantus’s orders. He has his reasons.”
“Then have someone else go.”
“No. I have to do this. Crestus is my brother, in spirit if not blood.”
“But, I might never see you again. Who knows what happened to your brother when he was part of an armed group of trained warriors? How will you do any better?”
“I’ve survived some pretty close calls before.”
“Itto…”
“I know, Ellay. I know.”
“Think of me.”
“Of course, I will.”
“What will you do without me?”
“Well, there might be goats.”
They laughed. Then hugged. Then cried.
“You will always have a place in my heart.” Itto whispered.
Itto finished putting on his armor and set out.

Tales of Itto 3 The Touch

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