The Tempest of Eerikki - Book One - THE PANACEA QUEST

Chapter 18

The conditioning of an Elite Warrior takes time. The senior neophyte rotte that included Tempie's were now approaching the proving time. Their practice sessions were becoming more intense, longer and harder. Also, expected to stand stag and one at a time had been taken on the regular recce, undertaken by rotten of the King's Fahnlein.

There were many not-so-subtle changes in the bodies of her fellow neophytes, they were all taller and now sported the unmistakable warrior "V", broad of shoulder with massive biceps, chiseled pectoral chests that led to highly defined obliques and abdominals. These chests were all mounted on strong legs, calves with tight firm asses. Their faces also matured jaws squared, as their cheekbones deepened so did their voices. Rheinhold and Lachlan's voices had deepened while not as much as Batair's their voices were now a clear baritone, a mouth-watering sight that drew the attention of many of the hold maidens.

So it was that Tempie was surrounded daily by the sweaty toned masculine bodies of her fellow warriors. More than anything, it was their scent that seemed to tickle at something within her, driving her blood to run and her breath to catch. It was a musky spicy fragrance, that until recently she had only ever associated with her Elite Warriors, it had always meant strength and safety. Now it spoke to her in a different way.

"Tempie, rise." Khalon barked.

Tempie found her blood was boiling and her uncontrolled breath covered the tremble of her tensed muscles. During an advanced defensive move, Rheinhold had grabbed her. She had smelt his spicy musk and felt the bulge of his half erection press into her back. Though his stiffness was no surprise, Averta had explained that boys of his age often had trouble controlling their responses it was his scent that had caused her to lose control. She found herself on top of Rheinhold pinning his arms her thighs straining to straddle his massive chest, eyes blazing, her own chest heaving and her face but an inch from his. A low primitive growl escaping her lips.

"Tempie rise!" Khalon barked again.

This time she sprung to her feet her fists still clenching her mind blazing. She had never felt so out of control. Khalon positioned himself in front of his beloved neophyte attempting to break what he thought was a berserker state.

With one massive hand, he caught Tempie's chin raising her eyes to him. "Tempie what is wrong?"

For the first time, Khalon realised his Tempie was a girl no more, but a very developed female warrior. She now sported the well-developed muscular structure of someone who trained daily, her Jerkin stretched across soft full breasts her firm fit trousers only emphasising the fullness of her hips, yes, a woman, no longer child.

Khalon found his own shaft had stiffened under her gaze, waves of sexuality pouring off her forcing him to catch his breath.

Now confronted by Khalon, Tempie found the sensations increasing. The older warrior's musk was deeper and hinted of a more exotic unknown spice. She inhaled his scent, as an alpha female would scent the air, it made her nipples tighten and something within her belly clenched. Another low primitive growl broke from her lips.

The mature warrior now felt her full feminine power and this made him want to roar.

For the first time he felt his own control slipping, forcing his command to come out harsh jolting Tempie to action. "Tempie be on your way now, go cleanse." If she had been male, he would have suggested she swim in the dark ponds whose waters were always icy.

Khalon was also sure he would need to find his own way to the dark ponds to quench this sensation.

Khalon looked to ensure Tempie was on her way and then strode to his master's side, leaving an astonished group of neophytes.