It had been a long trek, the two unlikely companions getting ready for the new day's adventure. He came around the trees, seeking a cool pool of water to bathe inside. He heard the water rushing, his keen ears catching the rhythmic splash, promising a small waterfall. A smile peeled across his face as his mind through of the feel of a water cascading down his body. He pulled his tunic off, revealing his chiseled and battle-hardened chest.
As he came around the final corner, his smile was wiped from his face. His eyes fell upon his companion as she bathed under the falls. Being elven, she lacked modesty of being nude. She had heard him coming and was looking him squarely as the human came into the clearing. There was something about his roughness that intrigued her. She had coupled with the beautiful tree elves, had danced erotic dances. Yet, they were all so delicate. A bit too delicate, she admitted to herself.
She decided to discover what it would be like to be with the human ranger who had come to earn her respect, and, lately, catch her attention. With a slight, deft shift of her body, her demeanor shifted from bathing to seduction. The elves were known for seduction, and she was an expert ? even when compared to her kin.
She cocked an eyebrow as she realized the ranger had taken note of the shift. She slid back, disappearing behind the waterfalls. She would not make it too easy for the human. After all, he was getting a treasure; if he possessed the gumption to pursue a goal. She hated boys and insecure males who could only fawn from afar. The human was adept, but was he brazen enough?
Her question was soon answered as the ranger soon slid into the alcove behind the falls, his eyes burning with passion. She hid her smile. Claim me, if you dare, she thought for a short moment. Soon after, she felt his arms, strong and sculpted from years of archery and swordplay, wrapping around her and pulling her to him. He looked down at her. She would swear he saw through her soul. She felt suddenly weak under his presence. She wanted him. What was it about this mortal that held sway?
She had very little time to ponder as he began to kiss her lips, pulling her body impossibly closer, her breasts pressing flat against his torso. Their lips touched, then she felt his tongue entering her mouth. Instinctively repulsed, she started to pull away. Before her body could react, she felt the pleasures of the touching tongues. Yes, it was quite vulgar to her elven tastes... Yet, she could not deny the warming of her body; the flames of passions rising.
She pulled away, her breath short, and looked him in the eyes. She found a power in those earthen orbs. She was on new ground. She felt abandonment taunting her mind. Everything in her begged to release all restraint. But what kind of elf would I be?
"You surprise me, Kirklin." She said, her delicate hand going to his full hips, tracing the contours. She needed to gain her senses and have the world stop spinning about her.
"As you surprise me, Elorna." Kirklin said, his deep, soothing voice literally rattling her delicate elvin lungs.
"How long have you sought me?" Elorna said, still stalling for time.
"Too long." Kirklin said as he pulled her to his lips, his strong arms easily wrapping about her slim frame.
Elorna enjoyed the feel of his body, finding comfort in Kirklin's considerable strength. Her eyes open wide as she felt his cock stir to life, the awakening shaft rubbing against her stomach. She did not have a visual, but Kirklin size felt considerable. By the Winds, he is huge!
Elorna felt his hands go to her buttocks, cupping and lifting her. Soon, Kirklin was sucking and kissing her neck, his mouth leading down her body to her breasts. Urges for abandon grew inside her. She heard herself moan as the pleasure of Kirklin's actions reached through her. She stopped short, unaccustomed to making such noises. Elorna began to straighten, desiring to keep her poise.
He pulled her close, locking onto her body as he moved down her torso, his tongue and lips gliding along her silky soft skin. With minimal effort, Kirklin lifted Elorna's hips to the pool's surface. Kirklin's mouth went to her vagina, his tongue alternately sliding deep and then tapping her clitoris. He felt her legs clamp around his head. Soon she was moaning loudly. Kirklin looked up to Elorna, wondering if her elfin upbringing would kick in again.
Elorna did not care! To hell with poise! This human and his wondrous tongue sent pleasures through her which could not compare. Yes, an elfin male would never do such a thing, and there were elvish spells and incantations which caused pleasures. But Kirklin only needed his tongue.
After long moments, Kirklin raised-up, his tongue leaving Elorna's vagina. He was ready, she was ready. Slowly, he slid his throbbing cock inside her. Elorna's eyes flew wide; the mix of pleasure and pain mixing oddly to the elf's mind. She felt him go deeper and deeper. The elf moaned loudly, panting quickly following.
Once fully inside her, Elorna felt Kirklin's mouth and tongue were back to Elorna's. Yes! That tongue! Elorna could think of nothing she desired more at the moment. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing the human deeply.
Cupping her ass, Kirklin held Elorna in place as he began to thrust. Soon the pace was as fast as the water would allow. The two moaned, cooed, and panted.
Elorna marveled at the precision in Kirklin's thrusts; each one sliding perfectly to and fro. More on her mind was the size of his wonderful organ. She could feel the bulbous head as it slid along inside her; tapping pleasure centers deep inside her. She locked gazes with Kirkland. His gaze never left her. Even without utilizing and spell or divination, she knew he sought pleasure her first.
Again and again, Kirkland's cock rammed home, their pleasures running high. He knew this was a moment stolen from a dream. He would probably regret it tasting the nectar of Elorna's passion. For good or ill, the life of a ranger allowed plenty of time for solitary reflection. True to his training, Kirkland pushed the thought from his mind and focussed on the moment. He would make the most of the moment. There is only now, he reminded himself.
And he would make the most of it. By the gods, he would make sure her thoughts lingered on him as well. She may be an elf, but she still had passions.
He pulled her to him, kissing her deeply once again. He cock steadily thrusted and receded. The rhythm was doing its job. He felt Elorna's vagina contracting, heralding her orgasm. Her moans gained in frequency and pitch. Kirkland's mind, ever alert, recalled the words of a sage. A hand moved from Elorna's buttocks and quickly covered her mouth and nostrils, forcing the elf to hold her breath as her orgasm reached its apex.
Elorna's eyes flew wide for a moment, the act catching her unaware. Before she could pull away, her orgasm hit, robbing her of strength. Then the elf was aware of the crafty human's ruse. Holding her breath, the orgasm seemed to double, then triple, in strength. The pleasure rose higher and higher. She knew the time was not long, but it seemed to go on and on; each deep thrust doubling the pleasure. The elf felt her legs go weak as the orgasm drained her zeal.
Kirkland released her mouth, allowing Elorna to catch her breath. He slowed his pace, allowing the elf to come down from her high. Eventually, their eyes met again, the elf catching the smirk on the ranger's face. It was not a smug look; more of a look of pride of one who had accomplished a grand feat. Never before had Elorna experienced such mortal, natural pleasures. She could not allow him to have this advantage on her; from all appearances, his climax was very far away.
This will never do!
The feeling of the moment was abruptly broken, both of their senses registering danger. Moments later, the source of the danger was apparent their keen hearing. It was a scouting party of the orcs they were investigating. The dozen creatures were loud enough; Elorna and Kirkland both knew they had time enough to gather their gear and weapons.
They looked to each other again, both unwilling to let go of the moment. Exchanging knowing glances, they knew they must dispatch of the scouting party. Both silently cursed their unwavering sense of duty. The two separated their bodies and began to move to the shore. As they reached land, the elf turned to Kirkland, her eyes alight with mirth.
Cocking an eyebrow, Elorna bluntly said, "Do not think this matter is complete, human. I shall repay you for your services." At that, she turned from him, dressing and preparing for the forthcoming orcs, apparently disinterested in Kirkland and his body.
Kirkland attention lingered a bit longer, his eyes drinking in the elf's body, a part of him lamenting as each piece of clothing covered her delicate and silky skin. The orcs were not a threat, he thought. Either of us could dispatch of the orcs with bare hands. Pulling his trousers on, his mind focussed on the larger matter. Alas, there was their companions who could not dispatch of a single orc. They should not suffer a death due to my passions, he reasoned.
Pulling on the last of his clothing, he watched as Elorna trotted away, her bow ready. A few moments later, he was following her, his keen eyes lightly scanning for any visual sign of the orcs. Mostly, his eyes were on Elorna. Soon, they would be back at the campsite, alerting the party and taking defensive positioning. There would be little time, if any, to look upon the elfin maiden.
A wistful smile played across his face as he replayed her last thoughts in his mind.
Rob Evans
September2002 |
