The Great Hollow; A New Frontier

If El would thank Teus for anything besides his help with getting them out of that forest, it was his ability to read the mood and exclude himself from an awkward situation. He whispered a quiet word of thanks, unsure if the man would hear, but confident that there would be some way in which he would in this crazy new world. Suppressing the highly intoxicating sexually energies of the bull was something that took the bulk of El's supernaturally granted powers and the strength of his character as an honorable knight.

He didn't pull out of Tzita's arm, opting to just drag her along like he figure he could considering his physical might and stature, comparative to hers, and looked around the area in which Teus had sent them to. It seemed they were inside the Great Hollow, about midway, with a lot of land to trek and a lot of scenery to take in. There was a stream that El could only assume would guide them down valley, if it indeed did flow downward, and people of Bucky's race grazing the lands. Not the mention that everything was exceptionally green.

"Seems like we made it... Lady L'sia, but we wasted almost a day inside of that forest and the sun is beginning to set." El worried about whether his strength would diminish because of that, but they would cross that bridge when they came to it. He wasn't entirely sure how his special ability, granted by his unique genetic structure, actually worked just yet. If all else failed, he stilled had the power armor of the Taurus and the natural strength and speed of the bull that he'd been granted by returning to this world as a unique member of the Bostaurus race.

El breathed in deep, very deep, like the deep a man with his lung capacity could, believe me it was deeeeeeeeeeeep, and exhaled for the longest couple of seconds of his life. The caress of her long digits and soft hands on his perfectly sculpted, practically chiseled from marble, chest, the feel of her body heat on his back, and her heated breath in his ear tempted the stalwart defender with thoughts he'd managed to bury since the night they spent together in Virgo's, sleeeping.

No matter if El wanted to deny it or not, and he really didn't, Tzita was a temptress and she tugged at the reigns of the bull like a professional bull rider. Her taunting was as agonizing for him as a bull staring at the muleta of an experience matador. It was a battle of attrition between willpower and instinct. Guess what side was taking the most hits, huh?

After his exhale, El rolled his neck, putting a hand to his forehead to scout the land more with his sharper vision, while he placed his other hand upon Tzita's on his chest. Against his better judgement, the words, "I suppose we could set up camp for the night. We're right by the stream and another night won't hurt," slipped from his lips, but what did you expect? The refusal to deny his attraction to Tzita only strengthened the call of the bull.

El nodded his head, to affirm his own decision and not her playful cooing of allusions. Of course, from her perspective, without him saying anything, it would see like that were more the case though. Once she was off his back, undid his cloak like cape, or was it a cape like cloak? Whichever and tossed it off to the side, revealing the rather long tail he had and that his top was much more of a sleeveless tunic that stopped just below his hips, where his pants took over.

He stretched out, taking the ankh around his neck in hand after he was finished and tucking it inside of his top, before rushing over to their bundle of supplies. They were still bound up tightly by Tzita's chains, but a quick grab and rip from El's hand was enough to pull the chains loose so that he could unpack the supplies and find the essentials for a campsite. They need the tent, obviously, a few sleeping bags, though he opted for a bundle of blankets and pillows instead to make a pallet they could share (don't judge him), and kindling supplies. Any and everything else could be felt out once he'd established the essentials. It really was a great thing that they were basically right next to a river.

"Okay, tent first I suppose." He confirmed with himself, taking up the hammer in his hand and the bag that the tent was packed into. It seemed like a much fancier style tent that he was used too, but compared to his world everything here was fancier. It's size, judged by eyeing the size of the bag, was comparably to that of a military tent from his world so it was more than enough space for the both of them. They could actually store the rest of their supplies inside as well if they really wanted too. He unpacked the tent, finding placing it a safe distance between the canton wall and the stream was a good idea so they could have ample sitting room for a campfire.

Afterwards, he went to work.

El brandished the hammer like a trained warrior, striking the nails for the tent into the ground like they were the skulls of enemies that were meeting an unfortunate end. Funny thing was, El never much like the idea of using a warhammer, but there were men in his platoon, burly and large, that took better care of their hammers than they did their wives and children. The weapon just didn't hold an aesthetic appeal to him, even if he was more than capable of using one himself.

He struck at the final nail, the tent pretty much finished with being put up save for this last nail. It hadn't taken him that long to put the tent up, given his speed, and he hadn't needed Tzita help either in doing so. Regardless of that fact, the sun had almost finished setting and he figured that he could begin on building the campfire. So he dropped the hammer after he struck the final nail for one last time and dusted his hands before moving to search for kindling.

Tzita had been busy with her book and secret training for a while. Long enough, in fact, for El to finish kindling a flame and setting up logs for them to sit on if they chose to sit around the fire. He was already seated on one, with the tent full assembled behind him, poking at the fire with a stick to make sure that it had enough material to sustain itself for a while. If it didn't, there were longs close to the tent to throw on it to keep it burning.

He didn't look up when he heard her voice, more preoccupied with the fire, "Finished up?" El asked. He wasn't sure what she'd been doing, perhaps freshening up, but he left her to her own devices. He hadn't expected her help when it came to setting up the campsite.

Even sitting in front of the fire, stoking the flames, didn’t prevent El from feeling an eerie chill creep up his spine. He didn’t shiver, but boy did he want to from the discomfort that he felt come along with it. It was the sensation of the stare by a predatory animal. A predatory animal that hadn’t just found its prey, but was preparing itself to strike. There were none here, of course, and few species were higher on the food chain than humans were, but El couldn’t shake the feeling.

It wasn’t until he felt the warmth from Tzita he realized what predator had singled him out. “Just about, making sure we can stay warm before bed.” Of course, there’d be no need for a fire if they weren’t going to relax before turning in for the night. He didn’t feel hungry, and Tzita hadn’t mentioned anything about food either, but the fire would be useful for cooking as well if the need arose.

He stopped poking at the fire, using his free hand to clutch at one of Tzita’s that was hanging loosely over his shoulder. He turned his head as best he could to get a look at her from his peripheral, mesmerized by her visage in the light of the moon. “Is that so? I’m quite interested in seeing it.” The fire had enough life, as it was, El was just picking at it to keep himself busy. He stood, not pulling out of her clutches but lifting her off the ground as he did so, and stretched his arms up towards the sky with a satisfied exhale.

Instinctively, El gripped at the reins that Tzita had manifested around his neck, the chains she favored so much. Personally, El wasn’t really into her always wrapping them around him neck, but it didn’t ever present any actual harm to him and so he never commented on it. It just one of the quirks of hers that he’d have to get used to, and she did it so much that he was acclimating well.

Involuntarily, he was pulled forward to about eye level with Tzita, realizing just how much taller he had gotten with his return to this world now. She wasn’t very short, taller than the average woman from his world, but he towered over her by a foot or more if he was judging correctly. It shocked him, slightly, that she had enough physical might to pull him as she had, because he was unable to notice she had used metaphysical means in order to assist her in such a feat.

“Oh, and what exactly is there left to do out here?” He asked, slowly using his hands to pull at the chain he’d grasped before to reel her in. As far as he was concerned, he had properly assembled the tent and created a roaring fire, so there was nothing left to be done. He’d been able to control himself enough not to search her out when she’d left him to put the tent together, but that grip had slipped once she’d started whispering in his ear and completely vanished when she licked his lips.

Once in range of physical contact, El placed his hands to her hips as she rose in the air, allowing his head to follow her and his eyes to remain locked in her mesmerizing gaze. He needn’t be forced to kiss back once their lips made contact and their tongues were properly introduced. He only cursed that it was so short lived.

“I’d say we’re both… sufficiently warmed.” El slowly trailed his tongue across his lips, eying her exposed neck not long enough for there to be any lag between that and him placing his lips to it a brief, small kiss. Slowly, his hands slid from her hips, across her waist and grasp firmly at her shapely bottom. “Maybe you need more convincing, hm?”

El was more preoccupied with fondling her derriere, than the words she had the say or the how close she pressed herself against. He'd taken heed, still unsure about what she wanted to so him, but it was... kind of a minor concern to him. What took precedent was defusing this curse that came along with the Taurus' blessing, at least until El could learn to fully control it. In the mean time, the curse wasn't actually all that bad.

But! Despite all of those thoughts that were coursing through his brain, El's chivalry forced him to calm himself long enough to say, "Why don't you show me the surprise first, I'm curious." After all, the needs of a lady took more precedent over the needs of a gentleman, and it wasn't like they were going anywhere tonight since the camp was set up. Besides, if he took her words at face value then he preferred not to just use her and abuse her before he could see her surely exciting surprise. He looked up at her, resting his chin comfortably in her pillowy bosom, expectantly.

El couldn't be sure if what she meant had a double meaning, but it didn't stop his hands and arms being ready to catch her, princess style, once she let loose of whatever was keeping her afloat. He assumed it was a small amount of her magic, but of course there wasn't any definitive way for him to be sure without seeing her actively use it in a form he could witness with his eyes or her just out right telling him.

"Ooh well let's not keep me in suspense!" El yowled with excitement, practically tripping over himself to rush into the tent. He'd left his cloak out, hanging on a branch of the tree that was close by, but he figured he could worry about retrieve it later.

El wouldn't think of damaging her, not on purpose anyway, but he could admit that she may experience a series of minor bruising if he couldn't properly control himself. Tzita didn't seem the type to mind. If he was reading her correctly, she seemed to like it on the rougher side.

As she repositioned herself, El used his big, strong hands to run across her curvaceous frame. They were graced by the plumpness of her shapely derriere, which they squeezed, before they found themselves sliding from there, upwards, to her hips then her back, to properly support her new position.

Gently, he kissed her inner thigh, "I believe your exact words were, 'Eat me.' and that I shouldn't ask you later." Of course he remembered, wholeheartedly, pretty much everything that she'd ever said to him. There was also a few points where she promised him pieces of chocolate and, in this situation, El lightly ran his tongue against a small length of her plump and soft inner thigh to see if her rich chocolate colored skin tasted just as sweet as it looked.

There would probably never come a time, in the near future anyway, that El would tell Tzita if he'd had the opportunity to bed anyone in his own world, nor how many. It was clear to see, and judge from his appearance and age as well as his chosen profession, that El was at the very least... experienced with manners of the flesh. It may not have followed the universal code of chivalry to the letter, but everyone made addendums. El, personally, only made them when he was especially infatuated with someone and Tzita made him positively swoon.

References to food aside, or perhaps happily continued, El needed both his hands in order to properly sample the exotic delicacy spread before him. He felt like a king! Gently he bent his knees, kissing at Tzita's inner thighs slowly, sensually, to distract her, to get closer to the ground and pallet of plush comfortable blankets that he'd prepared for them. There were so plentiful and fluffy that laying amongst them was almost like laying on the softest mattresses.

"I'm quite a glutton, Lady L'sia, I may not be able to stop until everything is gone." He teased, once he'd properly lain her down, freeing up his hands that proceeded to use stroke from her hips down the length of her thighs and back up again. "Are you prepared to accommodate such a selfish guest?"