Chapter 9: Milf list
The mountain cold air bit at my face as I stepped from Valara’s lodge into the pre-dawn darkness, my breath forming small clouds in the crisp air.
The peaks of the Silvermount Range loomed like sleeping giants around our village, their snow-capped summits catching the first pale hints of sunrise.
This was what I hated the most about this village. The winter lasted far too long, and this damn coldness always makes my body shiver.
My boots crunched on the frost-covered stones as I made my way down the winding path toward home, the events of the night still burning in my memory like forge-fire.
Valara, she was such a cougar. She was so full of lust and desire. I didn’t know she had such feelings – not feelings, I have to say desire, purely sexual intentions. I could feel the stinging pain where her nails dug into my back.
I looked at the people while I was walking. But my mind was occupied with Valara now.
The village was stirring to life around me.
Smoke began to rise from chimneys as the early risers stoked their hearths, and I could hear the lowing of cattle being led to pasture by shepherds who had risen before the sun.
Our settlement of Paren’s Rest clung to the mountainside like a cluster of brown stones, its buildings crafted from the same granite that formed the bones of the mountains themselves. Each house was built to withstand the harsh winters and sudden storms that swept down from the high passes.
As I approached my family’s compound—a modest collection of buildings clustered around a central courtyard—I caught sight of movement in the shadows of our porch.
Rena must be furious after seeing me and her mother like that.
But I wasn’t bothered. She’d been acting friendly enough with Daken the other day, laughing at his jokes and letting him help her carry water from the well. If she wanted to play games, she’d learn that two could dance to that tune.