He had a devilish smirk on his face before he made his way over. ‘Damn.’ He said as he gently leaned down to look me in the eye. ‘That’s a ver... inviting position.’ ‘Do you need an invitation?’ I taunted back, smirking a little bit. Something about this place and the vodka had gotten me going, and made me loose my inhibitions. Just the look on his face and the strange saunter to his step made me smirk back at him. He didn’t bother to answer me, he just kissed my lips, deeply. I didn’t taste any. An oak tree still stood between their tents, but its appearance didn’t show the venerable old gnome where they camped. This one appeared to be a young, immature oak. He noticed an ember glowing in a gash on the side of the tree that still smoldered. The tree stood tall and straight otherwise. Clint stood in the middle of that tiny clearing surrounded by other similar trees. Happy little animals in the underbrush made their presence known as they chittered amongst themselves.“Wa... , what. " Cerberus?" he suggested."No way. Too passive. You're definitely not the guard dog type. You'd be hiring a three-headed dog rather than be one." True," he chuckled. More seriously he added, "But I do intend to protect my people."After I nodded, he sighed. "Anyway, after some rather fun and productive encounters with a couple Celtic kingdoms before we even entered the future France, our first encounter there proved to be quite illustrative of the Celt's sexual morés."Putting the Pyrenees behind. She came out all cleaned up and had a wash cloth and washed off my cock and hand. She told me to take off my pajamas and she would wash them and began putting her clothes back on. I stripped down and watched her dress. She said we couldn’t tell dad and that we probably shouldn’t do this again. After that, I jacked off anytime I wanted and especially if she was around. I would watch her dress or undress any chance I got and she didn’t seem to mind. I would come in from outside and be either.