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Releasing Tensions

Part one of two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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"Oof!" Chetney groaned, the small gnome (though he was not always a gnome) stretching out his back as he put an arch into it. "That was a difficult one."

It was not always something that he would have revealed, that he had struggled with the day of travelling, but he had been working with Fearne more than enough to know that he could reveal just a little more of himself there. People just tended to make assumptions about him, which was fair enough: he assumed things about them too. Yet it was his age and the lines of such in his face that highlighted that he had lived for much longer than others, his ears pointed and yet drooping over at the tips.

Fearne, however, never seemed to treat him as if he was any different at all. The faun smiled, her mossy hooves settled on the ground as she puffed out a breath, frosty air pooling before her lips. Her seafoam hair spilt down her back as she smiled, despite the chill of the air. Somewhere, high above, snow had started falling, sending tiny, frozen flecks to the land below. They would want to be inside soon, so that they could regroup and then carry on, merely exploring the land and seeking out what bounties were there for them to take. It was rare that they had nothing in particular to do, but it allowed them to talk more, to move with less purpose across the land.

"Perhaps an inn would be best to slip into?" She suggested. "We have more than enough coin to pay for it right now."

Chetney nodded.

"Hm... I think a massage could work quite nicely too, don't you think?"

If they didn't have such an easy, light relationship between them, a sparkle in the small gnome's eyes, it could have come off as creepy. Yet things had been changing between the faun and the gnome for quite some time, two beings that, somehow, had found one another and come to an understanding in a world that was forever challenging and changing around them.

She smiled, though there was a teasing edge to it.

"Oh, you would say that, wouldn't you, Chetney?"

He shrugged, his smile breaking into a full, easy grin.

"What can I say? I intended it to be for you."

Fearne laughed lightly, pulling her furs closer around her, though they were taken from animals that they had hunted during their missions and chosen quests. Nothing went to waste when they hunted, of course, but it was Fearne who had a kinder eye for that than Chetney.

"Of course, you did... Come on then, let's head for the inn then, it can't be that far."

The town that they were in was sprawling, yet still small enough for them to traverse on foot, for they had no pack animals with them at that time: they would reduce their mobility and ability to traverse higher terrain especially. There were a couple of inns, but they chose the quieter one, one where they would be able to get a good meal before heading upstairs with the key to their room.

Filling their bellies was the first port of call and went a long way, with flagons of ale, towards making both the faun and the gnome feel more like themselves again. It was easy to sit there, laughing and talking, letting whatever it was that had softened between them ease into something more all over again. Anyone watching them could have easily assumed that the two of them were together and not even Fearne nor Chetney could have denied them, either way.

They weren't in a relationship, but considering that sex was a big part of their more relaxing time together, when they were bundled up in a tent or staying in rooms at inns, not having a base to go back to, not at that time. But that suited them both, feeling out the nature of things and taking things forward, even if they didn't quite understand those "things". Chetney had been alone for so long that he didn't quite know what to do about it, though being close to Fearne made him feel good.

Did there have to be anything more to it than that?

Retreating to the room, however... That was where things grew interesting. Chetney smiled and stretched out his arms above his head, stoking the fire while Fearne comfortably stripped down, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to do. Casual nudity between them had begun when they had been out travelling, needing to wash in rivers and lakes, but taking things at a slower pace had simply worked for them.

It was casual...but it also could have been something more.

He joined her in nudity, though the difference in their heights did cause a few issues with him hopping up onto the bed, cursing at the rather sturdy frame.

"Unff... They should make these things lower!"

Fearne laughed lightly, lying back on the bed, relaxing into the comfort. With the heat of the fire that Chetney had stoked into a blaze roaring at the back of the room, the soft warmth infiltrated every corner of the room. For those small comforts, she was excessively grateful.

He smiled and scrambled up at last, kneeling beside her.

"Now scoot over," he said. "I've got my hands all warmed up by the fire just for you!"

She giggled, though there was no embarrassment in her features. She stretched out obligingly on her front, breasts pressed into the bed, her head propped up on her arms with her hair spilling softly around her face. It framed her like a halo, though the faun was no angel, despite what others thought of her. She was so much more than a pretty face and was in the process of truly striking out on her own adventure.

"Mmm... If you insist."

It was easy, however, to let Chetney massage her, the gnome's hand expertly sweeping her upper back and shoulders. He pushed and kneaded carefully and easily into the sore muscles, knowing just where her pack had been digging into her shoulders, the weight of it needed for their travels and yet not always all that easy to bear.

The focus of the massage, however, was not on muscles, not for them. It was something far deeper and prompting a relief of tensions like nothing else ever could, his hands easing down over her back, to the small of it, toying at the top of her glutes.

Yet the gnome did not need to stay there, not as he swept over her backside and them up again, easing out the tensions, pressing into her muscles as his brow furrowed. Even though he was trying to focus on massaging her, it was hard not to think about his rising need too, admiring the shape and form of her body, the eroticism of her shapely form curious even to him.

He didn't know why the faun so entranced him, from the smoothness of her pale skin to the fluff of her brown faun fur. Her glutes were thick and tensed a little, as if she was trying to show off the muscle, however subtly, visible even through the soft fur, her haunches like that of a deer, though Fearne had always preferred faun over deer. Her tail twitched back and forth as he massaged down the backs of her thighs, fingers playing over the hamstrings, though he did not press down too hard, particularly when she flinched from the ache and sting over her hamstrings.

"Oh!"

He chuckled.

"Fancy something a little easier?" Chetney invited. "Roll over onto your back for a moment, let me see what I can do for you, darling."

The term of endearment was one of the first times that such had slipped from his lips, but, thankfully, Fearne did not comment. He didn't know how far to go, but he did know still how to give a damn good full body massage.

With the faun on her back, his hands worked up her thighs again, focusing on the quads, how the muscle had been abused during their travels and needed more than a little recuperation. Still, the gnome could not ignore just how firm her legs were, how the muscle seemed to press back up into his hands, the fur tickling his palms. He worked his way up, letting her stomach be and only lightly tracing her abdominals and obliques, though more sensuality still was to be had in the massage of her breasts.

"Ohhh..."

Fearne blushed a little as his hands swept over her breasts, though it was something that they had done many times over before, even though that time was a little more intimate, somehow. His hands dug lightly into her breasts, giving her a deep massage, though Chetney never once applied too much pressure for her, his palms brushing her nipples as if he was trying to bring another flicker of heat to her body.

Knowing the gnome, that's what he most likely was trying to do. But Fearne did not mind, not as a warm glow enveloped her body, his fingers going up over her shoulders, massaging in slow circles, as if they had all the time in the world together. The night stretched out before them with nothing else to do and she sighed warmly, his hands once more teasing over her breasts, rubbing around the nipples, even letting them perk softly against his fingers.

"Mmm..."

She blushed a little, her body reacting to his touch, though everything was right for them, exactly the way it was. Even then, the faun wondered if there was something there for her, something different between them that she should have paid more attention to before.

But they could have whatever relationship they wanted between them, the faun nipping lightly at the inside of her cheek as her body heated up. It felt as if there were hot, flushed patches creeping across her skin, though it was still pale and smooth, a lighter shade than it was in the warmer, hotter months of the year where more of her skin was exposed to the elements. And yet it was easy and smooth there, his fingers massaging into her breasts, worshipping them.

She adored that, shivering into his touch, relaxing more and more. It did not feel as if she should have been quite that relaxed, considering the eroticism of the situation, but Fearne took all that she could, moaning faintly, though it would have been a far cry for the faun to feel embarrassed at all about any sounds she made as passion mounted. His skilful hands slipped lower and lower, until they were no longer caressing her breasts at all, working down past her stomach to her thighs.

Fearne couldn't hold out a groan then.

"Mmmph..."

"More pressure?"

Chetney grinned up at her, letting everything that Fearne did (or didn't do) guide him. She was more sensitive around her thighs that day, but her legs parted seamlessly for him to work his fingers more and more deeply into her inner thighs, finding every tiny point of stress and soreness there. The travelling apparently had done a number on her body, though he was more than happy to take his time with her.

He let her roll over again, presenting her back and buttocks and calves to him, though he took her back in long, sweeping motions of his hands, more to warm the muscles than to ease soreness from them. He had to keep her warm, despite the flickering, dancing fire, though things would soon truly heat up between them, all in a way that kept them both warm without any outside interference at all. The backs of her thighs, however, begged his attention too, right up to the crease at the base of her buttocks, his fingers working and kneading, even as his body responded to the sight of her too.

Chetney crooned to Fearne, entering a softer side of his psyche as he slipped his fingers up higher, but still between her legs, easing them apart increasingly as she lay on her front. The faun quivered, fur bristling, though she still very willingly flicked her tiny faun tail up high for him, making sure that every last part of her was completely exposed. He took the offering, his fingers brushing the soft folds of her sex, though the lighter, fluffier fur there hid her pussy more than anything on a human or a gnome woman would have. Yet a bit of hair wasn't ever going to turn the gnome off, not as he slipped his fingers against her folds, teasing the gleam of moisture glistening on her pussy lips.

He smirked softly, enjoying her reactions as she hugged a pillow to her chest, relaxed and succumbing to pleasure. His fingers easily worked back and forth inside her, her passage accepting his first finger and then the second, pushing both inside her with the casualness of a long-time lover. Chetney knew so very many of the ins and outs of her body by that time and worked her over easily, curling his fingers down inside her so that they curved towards the front of her pussy and her G-spot. It took a little sliding and grinding for him to find it, but Chetney knew that he had hit it at the very moment that she stiffened, her tail even going ramrod straight.

"Ohhhhhh..."

"That's right," Chetney murmured, getting more into the moment. "Just relax..."

She tried. But she couldn't fully relax as his fingers drove deep, grinding teasingly back and forth over her G-spot, showing her everything that she had been missing and more. They hadn't had much time to relieve those kinds of tensions while they'd been out on the road and Fearne had not at all realised just how much she had missed it. Gripping the pillow tightly, she got her knees under her, humping and bucking back against her partner.

She just needed it, that curling, twisting pit of need in her stomach aching for more. Yet Chetney was more than glad to give her everything that she wanted, nestled in close to her, between her legs, the softness of her fur warming him through. He panted softly, caught up in the moment, though he ignored even the mild ache and stiffness in his wrist as he finger fucked her, working as deeply as he possibly could. There was nothing else for him, not in that moment, thinking of her and her alone, no more and no less. Even for him, being able to give that much attention to someone was special, something that could take him away from everything else that was going on at that time, even the trials of the road and his own body. Well, it was good to have someone around that liked and did not mind that part of him too.

"Oh..." She tensed, toes curling and then flexing, hardly containing herself. "Yes... Oh, Chetney... I'm so close..."

He pushed her there, breaking that line of tension as he thrust her right over the edge into bliss. She moaned, pressing her face down into the sheets even as they rumpled and twisted under their bodies, locked in a moment of bliss, though Chetney got something different from massaging and masturbating her than the faun did.

He grunted, pressed up against her as he helped the faun ride out her orgasm, the grinding bucks of her hips ever so beautifully seductive. Chetney smiled, hypnotised by them as she squirted around his fingers, her juices dripping down, coating both his fingers and a part of his hand. It was a little on the messy side, but, hey, they weren't going to be the ones who were cleaning the sheets and laundering everything needed from the inn's room afterwards...

"Mmm..." Fearne groaned, stretching out. "You should...mmph, let me treat you nicely now too, Chetney."

He grinned.

"Well, I suppose I could," he said, dragging out his words. "That is, if you insist..."

The faun smiled, still a little shaky in the warming afterglow, though she knew Chetney's body so well that she didn't honestly have to think twice about anything. There was a little hair on his body, his skin a little wrinkly from both his age and his heritage, but it was all those little nuances that Fearne enjoyed leaning into with a person. She wanted to see the real person, the person that was underneath outside appearances, what they presented to the world. And there was so much more to Chetney than what others took of him...

Murmuring to him softly, she slid her hands over his shoulders and down his back, following the line on either side of his spine. Unlike the gnome's treatment of her, there was no specific place on his body that her fingers lingered more than any other, though she could follow his grunts and groans, zeroing in on the sore spots that Chetney, sweetly so, was too proud to point out to her.

Much the same as he had done with her, she focused on giving him a full body massage, finding the smallest of spots to bear her fingers lightly into, though she had a more nuanced, tactile touch than Chetney - it was just something that she had learned from another faun years ago. Her tail twitched back and forth, legs aching softly from the force of her orgasm, but she didn't mind that even as he rolled onto his back at her gently bidding. A look of discomfort crossed his face, if only for a split second, as he shifted his weight. A press to the front of his shoulder brought another shudder and muttered curse, her eyes gleaming as she caught it. Even when he didn't want her to.

"You don't have to be so proud, Chetney," Fearne admonished him lightly, though knew too that it would go over his head. "You don't have to stay in this form either, now, do you?"

She posed it as a question as the gnome picked his head back up, eyeing her levelly.

"Are you sure? It's been a while for that one..."

Fearne smiled, her head tilted slightly to the right, her smile developing a coyer edge to it.

"Only if you think you can handle me like that..."

Fearne was not always that forward, but it felt right in that moment, as if she was able to take a cheekier step forward there than before. The gnome chuckled and nodded, meeting her halfway, though his shift into his werewolf form was quick, in a burst of power and fur. He did not grow as large as he usually did in that form, for Chetney was neither an ordinary gnome nor an ordinary werewolf, but a little larger than her only, perhaps by head and shoulders. His muscles rippled, even under his fur, which layered down over his body as if it was trying to hide it.

Fearne purred lightly, tongue clicking in the back of her mouth. He was glorious like that too, the shift between gnome body and werewolf body something that would always fascinate her, though she hoped that she didn't come off as if she was obsessed with it in a bad way. She just enjoyed it, being trusted with seeing every part of the gnome, especially when his werewolf shape only usually came out when he was forced to use it. Of course, that would always be Chetney's decision and his decision alone which body he chose to take on, day by day.

Still...she could adore even more of him like that, admiring the gleam of his dark fur, almost with a silvery-blue tint to it in the darkness of the inn's room. Although the crackling fire had burned a little lower, letting out more heat than light at that time, they could still more than easily see one another, though Fearne's vision was a little worse at dawn and dusk, whereas he did not have such issues.

Her hands roamed him, admiring his strong thighs, for she knew that he too had been looking at her body with that quiet gleam of pleasure in his eyes. There was something there, maybe, just a little something, but Fearne sank into the moment, making it so she didn't have to think or worry about anything else.

Her world was small, in that moment, the aroma of burning wood - pine, she thought, with something else mixed in - filling the room, adding a strangely sultry air to the moment, as if something else was pulling through the little bedroom. She rubbed him down, over his broad chest and shoulders, feeling out the edges of every single muscle there was to be found there. It was so much more defined as a werewolf, boasting his strength, than Chetney was as a gnome, but that was to be expected from the nature of his body. It was still the kind of muscle, one way or the other, that Chetney had to maintain and work out. Travelling and working, however, was more than enough for his werewolf form.

And yet the faun could not resist the tease of him as his shaft plumped up, already pressing eagerly from the werewolf sheath that it was glad in. He had already been a little hard and a little aroused before, but the moment was right for more as she splayed her fingers out over his hips, grazing his balls as she massaged down lower.

Chetney grumbled and groaned, still relaxed enough with her to show that he wanted more, that he wasn't hiding anything back, though Fearne only cocked her head and gave him a little smile. No, he would have to wait, would have to allow her to continue her massage, sweeping down his legs, back up to his obliques and even letting her fingers curl around to the soft fur of his sides.

His shaft and balls, however, well... It was not crude to say that they were significantly larger than they were when Chetney was a gnome, though all remained easily in proportion, nothing out of place, not in any way. Her fingers teased around the base, tugging lightly at the softer fold of flesh, though she could not hold back from caressing his hard rod of flesh for all that much longer. Some things, after all, just had to be enjoyed and taken, one way or the other.

Chetney groaned as she took his mat in her hand, grunting lightly, the werewolf of the moment rolling his hips up. Even though his back had not been fully massaged as a werewolf, he did not mind: there were far better things for him to take and spend his lust on. Like the heat curling through his body, making his toes and claws dig down into the bed, partially shredding the sheets where he was a little too caught up in things. But that did not matter either, even if it meant that he might well have to pay a fee for replacing the inn bedding. It would not be the first time.

And yet her hands, oh, her hands... They seemed so much smaller than they were when he was a gnome, but it was different as a werewolf, a difference that resonated deeply in him. Chetney grunted lightly, looking down the length of his body as his thick, dark tail wagged between his legs, laid out there as if it was pointing up directly to his crotch and the treat that he really wanted to be pleased. Passion and arousal, after all, could not be set aside, not for so long.

Fearne, however, clearly had no intention at all of denying him, using both hands on his cock, one after the other stroking up his length, pumping it over and over again. The tip drooled a bead of pre-cum and he barely even had the chance to feel how it tickled the head of his cock before her wandering hands swept it away. It served as perfectly adequate lube to coat his shaft, smeared along the palm of one of her hands as she stroked him, repeatedly.

"Unff..."

He grunted, not able to help himself, though everything was right in the moment, everything allowed, everything coming together better than even he could have anticipated. But sex could be like that with Fearne, simply easy, simply something that they both needed. Chetney did not hold back his grunts and groans at all as she rubbed his shaft, teasing her fingers all the way down to the base, making sure that there was no inch of his cock that was left without all the attention that she could possibly give him.

He really...liked that about her, how Fearne took her time. Chetney wondered why he had never told the faun that before.

Chetney, however, did catch her grin as she switched her attention to his balls, treating them as she did his cock. His length throbbed and ached, but he growled, long and low, at the attention that she gave his nuts too, the orbs so fat and round that they wobbled where they lay between his thighs, against the bed. Fearne's expert fingers rocked and cradled them, not being too rough and not being too gentle either, panting heavily, everything coming together at the moment that it mattered the most.

"Unff, yeah, that feels...mmmph, good..."

He could barely get the words out, but Chetney did not truly have to, not when she already knew and understood his body so well. He let his long tongue hang out, aware that he was being a much softer kind of werewolf than he usually was, but things had changed, so much had changed. The faun's fingers worked around his nuts, massaging and rubbing, sometimes using more pressure and sometimes using less, so that, at times, her hands barely felt as if they were ghosting over his furry balls.

"Mmm, seems you're enjoying that..." She breathed. "Relax, Chetney... I'm just doing for you all that you've done for me. Mm, your muscles are so nice, you're so big..."

Chetney shivered at the praise, the worship of his muscles, his body suited to her and yet bigger, harder to take. He knew that, but it was hard to let go, sometimes, as if there actually was something there that was holding him back when that should never have been the case. He could let go anytime he liked, especially as she left one hand pressing lightly on his nuts, testing his readiness, and the other on his cock, pumping it up and down. He was so thick in that form that her petite hands could not close quite around him, but neither of them minded something like that when their bodies still fit together as they were meant to do.

"Unff... Mmph... Nnggghh..."

The werewolf Chetney could not hold it, grinding his teeth, gnashing his jaws, reaching back behind him to grip the pillows as she teased his nuts and stroked his shaft, too many sensations all colliding with one another. Tenser than ever, the werewolf fought the urge to bellow and to fuck, still wanting to treat her nicely, to treat her gently, for they were still very much only just getting started. So much more was coming into play, though his resistance melted away as she leaned over him, her breasts pressing softly, insistently, to his cock.

"I think I can get you to relax that last little bit, Chetney, come on now..."

He groaned and would have cursed if he did not appreciate how she was teasing him so much. The soft pressure of her breasts was exactly what he needed as the faun leaned over his lower half, rubbing up and down his length, letting him thrust a little between them too. With her legs pressing his a little too wide, it was more difficult for Chetney to thrust up against her and bear his feet down into the bed, even though he had a little leverage. A little, however, was more than enough to slide his bare length back and forth between her tits, all with a little help from the rather sexy faun...

He hadn't thought about Fearne in such explicit terms for quite some time, but that was still all well with him, with them, as if it was a natural progression for them. In the moment, all Chetney had to think about was the push of her skin against his shaft, how he thrust up, throat trembling, letting out a splitting howl.

Climax took him, cock twitching and jerking between Fearne's breasts, though the knot had just enough pressure to shove him over the edge, thankfully. Normally, he'd need to have that locked into a partner or even have it squeezed to get there, but long, hot spurts of thick cum splattered her breasts, some errant spurts even marking her neck and the underside of her chin. Fearne laughed aloud in delight at getting him there, lips parted as she tilted her chin down, trying to catch a little in her mouth. She was not, however, as lucky as she hoped as he gripped her shoulders tightly, holding her in place through every pulse and grind of passion

However, an orgasm each for both, when they had the whole night with nothing to do stretching out before, was not going to be enough. It did not have to be anything extreme, but it was all that it had to be, even as the faun rubbed his shaft, laughing at how it didn't even soften.

Continued in part two of two...