<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/MAT_CAUTHON_by_solitarium.jpg)</div>Vyslav Nikolaivich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=220839.msg10880224#msg10880224)<br/><br/>Even wrapped in a blanket and cuddled close against Iolana's naked body, the barn was getting cold.<br/><br/>Still a young man, Vyslav had a knack for finding girl's interested in passion without strings.  He looked at Iolana's beautiful face, half dozing in the sensual daze, and wondered idly if just maybe a string or two might not be so bad?  Iolana was starting to get serious with an upstanding farmer from a few miles away.  It had already happened to most of his favorite playmates...<br/><br/>No, Vyslav wanted his freedom.  There was still a big lot of world out there too see, and he'd barely begun.  He woke Iolana with a kiss. The barely blond girl stretched and whispered, “ready for more, handsome?”<br/><br/>Vyslav chuckled softly, “Always, little one.  But you need to get back up to the house before your father comes looking for you.”<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>A little while later, bundled up in his green jacket with the fur lining, with soft leather gloves keeping his hands warm and sprightly, Vyslav abled down the road, with sword on his belt and his hard-earned magelock pistol in it's holster.  He blinked a little at what he saw up ahead...  Was someone lifting a body over a saddle?<br/><br/>Antsy—he loosened his magelock, but kept his hands clear of it as he hurried to catch up.  “Daumantas Ivanov,” the young man called, “What’s going on?  Is she all right?”