Frequent showers were mixed with periods of light drizzle, becoming cooler as the plains sloped gradually upward toward the northeast."Doesn't anybody...live in this country?" Pete asked after a second day had passed with no sign of civilization."Not permanently," Dron replied. "A few herds of meat animals pasture here, followed by wandering herdsmen. The plants grow too sparsely to support steady grazing, and this high plateau country is too cold for most people."His explanation was interrupted. She smiled a broad smile and stretched her arms up over her head. The sheet lay across the middle of her chest and she arched her back, letting it fall away and exposing her small breasts. She slipped out of her bed and stood looking out the window, absently tugging at the boxer shorts she wore. They were way too big for her (after all, they belonged to her older brother Jeff) and she had used a safety pin so they now hung loosely across her lower hips, rather than falling completely off her. .....'Now she is naked before me. Down on the grass doggy fashion, her beautiful, firm cheeks in the air, face down with her head on her folded blouse and her tits and nipples being grazed by the gently swaying grass. Her cunt, excited by our foreplay, is dribbling fuck juices down her creamy inner thighs, spread apart awaiting my pleasure. My cock is throbbing, rigid and slick with pre-cum and my balls aching as I move forward on my knees until I'm nudging her slick shaven entrance.I move it. With trembling voice, I began to speak. “Yes. It’s mine. It has been in my family for generations.” Somehow I doubted the truth would do me any good. “The priest would never touch it. I was told it came from the elves, and I was destined to give it back. I have been searching for you for months.” “A priest! You are a Christian?” The disgust in the king’s voice was clear. “I’ve been to the church, but that’s probably as far as that goes. I’ve always been aware of the flaws of Christianity (I.