Elf world the complete s.., p.21
Elf World : The Complete Series, page 21
Ilenia was not Neia, and when it came to sex, the two sisters had very different tastes. Although Neia certainly had her moments, she was not as aggressive as her sister. The difference between them was apparent to me right away. And if I was going to have any hope of satisfying Ilenia, I was going to have to dig deep, both figuratively and literally...
Challenge accepted...
But before I ever made a move toward fulfilling that mental promise, my feet seemed to slip right out from under me. As I landed on her bedroll, it took me a moment to realize that I had actually been lifted and put back down by the powerful elf. Before I could react, her face was suddenly buried between my legs, and I felt my cock engulfed by a slippery warmth.
Her wet lips slid clear down to the base of my shaft in one go, and I bit back a gasp as my cock hit the back of her throat. My legs tensed as my back arched, but that only encouraged her more as her head began bobbing in a smooth rhythm. And each skillful plunge came with a slightly different feel to it. Sometimes, her darting tongue sent a blissful surge coursing down my shaft. Other times, the moist suction was so intense, it raised my hips right off the ground.
My trembling fingers gripped the sides of the bedroll as her wet mouth consistently hit the base of my cock with every deep dive. The rhythmic, wet squelching sounds perfectly matched the moist tingling strokes shooting down my shaft. It was one of the most incredible blowjobs I had ever had in my life.
Every so often I would catch her peeking through her curtain of hair at me. She would slow for a moment, and then smile with a wink before her smooth bobbing continued. Now and then she would take me all the way in like a sword swallower, then show off by licking my balls while her tight throat continually milked my shaft.
Of all Ilenia’s skills, she had this one completely mastered.
The tingling tip of my cock was always on edge, constantly ready to fill her mouth with my seed at any moment. The building pressure came so close that I had to grab her head to stop her next slurping plunge. Barely able to speak, I twirled one finger in the air as I lay my head back.
Taking the hint, she flipped around and began lowering that lovely pink petal down toward my eager mouth. A second later, her hungry mouth collapsed back down onto my cock from our new sixty-nine position. But this time she reduced her tempo as the slow, wet slurps came gentle and deep. I think she understood how close I was to popping, and decided to show mercy.
Gazing up at that glistening slit, ornamented with a thin black strip of hair, my mouth salivated at the thought of finally being able to taste her for the first time. She seemed to know that too as she took her sweet time, lowering it agonizingly slow just to torment me. Unable to wait another damn second, I gripped her firm ass and pulled her crotch down against my watering mouth.
With no patience to work up to anything at this point, I immediately speared my tongue straight in as deep as I could. Her whole body shook as she gasped with pleasure. The taste of mint roared across my tongue as I greedily lapped away. Stunned by my sudden aggression, her head stopped bobbing as I stabbed my tongue into her pussy again and again, rolling it around to savor all her juices.
Once she was past the initial shock, her hips relaxed as her pussy melted down into me. Her head bobbing resumed in a glorious wave of moist slurping plunges. She tasted like mint chocolate chip ice cream, and I couldn’t get enough. With each stab, I pulled her ass down against my face, effectively doubling the depth of my tongue’s penetration.
We sucked, licked, and devoured each other, our faces feasting in between each other’s legs until I just couldn’t take it anymore. I yearned to be inside her and just couldn’t wait any longer.
I rolled once, turning her over onto her back. I rotated my hips away while still keeping my face between her legs. I eased my licking just long enough to give each of her soft thighs a gentle kiss before diving back to her flawless pink folds. I pushed the back of her knees and rolled her legs upward, allowing me even greater access to her gorgeous sweet blossom. I sank my tongue in deep, savoring that unbelievable burst of mint one last time before lowering her legs back down.
“Please, fuck me,” she purred like a cat as she spread her legs as wide as they would go. Her pussy lips gaped at me, glistening with a combination my saliva and her own savory juices. “Don’t make me wait. Please, I’ve wanted this for too long.”
Gripping my cock in one hand, I inched my way in. “Is this what you want?” I rubbed the tip up and down against those slippery damp folds, each moist pass parting them open just a little bit.
“Yes,” she begged, arching her back. I didn’t think it was possible, but her legs spread even farther apart. “Please...” She sounded winded, as if she had just sprinted a mile. I continually rubbed the tip up and down, her moist folds molding around the head with each pass. When even I couldn’t take it anymore, I inched my hips forward.
Her petals easily absorbed the tip as if her entrance was lathered with warm butter. But right after that, I ran into some pretty formidable resistance. It was still slippery wet, but the walls had constricted to a tightness I just couldn’t pass through. I eased my hips back and forth, each gentle push making just a little more headway into her slick entrance.
It took a few tries before her tight pussy finally relaxed enough to accept my full girth. Ilenia moaned as her tense body suddenly went limp. I had hardly even moved yet and her walls were already pulsing around me in mini spasms.
I fell into her, mashing my lips against hers as my hips started to pump. Consumed by her scent, all I wanted to do was taste her again and again. Mint still lingered on my tongue as a fresh burst of cotton candy exploded though my mouth. It was more than I could ever ask for, and yet I was still greedy enough to want more.
Ilenia moaned into my mouth as her body bounced with each hard thrust. Our mouths were still locked together, but it was my tongue doing most of the probing. Nearly paralyzed with ecstasy, she struggled to respond in kind as I slammed into her with deep, rhythmic strokes.
She wrapped her legs around my hips, gripping the back of my hair as she pulled my head down against her chest. My eager mouth sucked on each of her nipples in turn as I drove my cock as deep as I could. Her pulsing wet pussy began to tighten even further as my hips bucked against her.
With Ilenia, it was a completely different kind of sex. Raw, savage, and downright primal. There was even a moment or two where I feared I might break her. But the sturdy elf took my pounding like a champ; no matter how hard I thrust, she seemed to want more.
Our ragged breaths mixed with the squelching of moist flesh on flesh, and a fiery heat began to build up inside of me. I had been holding on as long as I could, but the way her wet pussy was milking my cock had pushed me to my limit.
“Isaac, I’m going to cum!” she shrieked as her spasming walls clutched my cock like a powerful wet fist. The spasming became so tight that all I could do was thrust my hips and bottom out inside of her.
“I’m gonna... I’m gonna..” I couldn’t even assemble a coherent sentence as my whole body tingled from head to toe. Warmth shot through me as I jerked and bucked, spraying my seed in pulsing fits. The pulsing bursts seemed to go on forever before my body finally went limp.
And even after that, it was a good minute or two before my senses returned to normal. Like I had done with Neia before, I left my cock inside her as we lay in each other’s arms, kissing softly as I savored her sweet taste.
I cared deeply for Ilenia, just as I cared deeply for Neia. Back home, the idea loving more than one woman was frowned on, even considered absurd. But here, it was just a normal part of everyday life. Having multiple lovers was no different than having multiple friends.
I didn’t understand everything about this world yet, but there were certainly some customs I could easily embrace without anyone needed to twist my arm.
“Guys? Guys?” Neia called out from a rather far distance away. Obviously she was just trying to give us a heads-up that she was coming back. I had an immediate impulse to roll away from Ilenia when I heard her calling, but the knee-jerk reaction was just an old instinct kicking in. That conditioning was from another world, and it didn’t mean anything here.
“Oh, you’re back,” Ilenia said, lying on the bedroll with me as I cuddled her from behind with one arm draped over her hip. Neia just grinned at us. I still struggled to believe that this was normal and they weren’t the least bit jealous of each other.
“Did you bring the firewood?” I asked, smirking.
“The what?” Her face crinkled up in confusion.
“The firewood,” I repeated, my grin widening. “The reason you left in the first place?”
“Oh? Oh! Right...” She tapped her index fingers together. “I...um...couldn’t find any.”
“Oh, I see,” I said, turning to glance at the dying fire. It wouldn’t have mattered much, anyway. It was about time for us to crash for the night.
She glanced down at the two of us snuggling and gave an innocent shrug. “Room for three?” She grinned. When Ilenia and I both patted the spot on my other side at the same time, Neia wasted no time diving in. But the group snuggle was only enjoyed a few minutes before the three of us were snoring like babies.
Chapter 17
We found ourselves squinting against the direct sunlight. Morning came far too quickly as far as we were concerned, and the complete lack of shade made a longer sleep impossible. We eventually waved the white flag and rose to meet our mission.
As we sat down for breakfast, our reality was really starting to sink in. The gravel at our feet, a small rock in the distance, and even the sky above became focus points for our attention. We were doing anything we could to keep from looking at the mine entrance as we ate in silence.
“Okay, that’s enough of this,” I said as I stood up. “We can’t just sit here stalling, pretending this isn’t happening. So let’s just pack it up and get a move on.”
“You’re not even scared, are you?” Neia asked as she followed my lead and began packing up.
“Scared?” I scoffed as if her statement was ridiculous. “Girl, I am fucking terrified.” The ladies stopped what they were doing and turned their full attention on me.
Trying to always appear confident felt like a gray area to me, one that came with built-in boundaries you needed to be wary of. You could exaggerate it a little for the sake of those around you, but at some point it just became a dishonest deception. And now that it felt like that line had been crossed, I felt obligated to set the record straight.
“Does that surprise you?” I went on when the elves just stared at me in stunned silence. “If so, which part? The fact that I’m fucking terrified, or the fact that I’m willing to admit it?”
“Both?” Ilenia replied after a moment of hesitation. “I mean, I thought men weren’t supposed to say stuff like that. When they feel threatened or insecure, they’re supposed to posture and beat their chests like apes, right?”
“Yeah,” Neia agreed with her sister. “I thought men weren’t supposed to show weakness. It’s like a universal law or something.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sounds our worlds might not be as different as I thought. Yeah, we get that stupid conditioning beat into our heads, too, but let me let you in on a little secret. Fear is not your enemy. In fact, it can actually be a really useful tool. Think of it as a messenger, a tiny voice inside your head warning you of possible danger. That’s all... It’s not trying to deceive you or beat down your ego, it’s actually trying to help you. But once you have the message, that voice is no longer useful. Now it’s up to you to decide whether or not the warning was valid. You can’t leave the reasoning part up to that voice, or it will spew nothing but gloom and doom.
“Make no mistake, being afraid is not the same as being weak. Not even close... Abandoning your loved ones when they need you most? Now that’s weak! That’s fucking cowardly... And us? Well, we ain’t cowards.”
They smiled their understanding and their spirits seemed to lift a bit. I think they found my honesty to be refreshing. It was okay to be afraid as long as we were still willing to face the danger and do what needed to be done.
After getting everything packed and ready, we stood outside the mine entrance. Neia took a long look at that gold panel with elven writing. Her expression didn’t change much. “I’m guessing that’s not a love letter?” I assumed. Her answer came in a slow head shake, and I didn’t push beyond that. We were going in no matter what, so the foreboding message was irrelevant.
The way the darkness within seemed to just cut off the sunlight seemed almost magical to my eyes. It reminded me a little of Ursula’s cave home when my hand seemed to disappear into the shadow. With our torches in hand, I led the way in.
Unlike the flat, gravelly terrain outside the mine, in here the floor was all sand. Soft, deep sand like at a beach, the kind that sucks down your feet with every step. Marching through this sand trap was laborious, to say the least. And if we needed to run for some reason, we would be in all kinds of trouble. Well, I would, anyway. The light-footed elves would probably just leave me in the dust as a sacrifice to whatever was chasing us.
Our torches seemed laughably inadequate as the darkness swallowed up their flickering light like a giant black hole. The only way to make use of mine was to draw it close to whatever I was looking at, whether that be the pitch-black walls or the next spot where I was about to step.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to trade in my medieval torch for a nice, heavy-duty flashlight...
I don’t know if the elves were reading my mind or simply came to the same conclusion, because right on cue they raised their hands and created two of those glowing spheres. They helped a little, but the darkness still seemed to absorb their light in an unnatural way. It had been a while since the elves had performed any magic in front of me. At some point I would have to ask just how deep their bag of elf magic tricks really was.
The spheres followed us along, hovering overhead without any additional thought or effort from the elves. And now that I could see better, everything about the square-cut tunnel reminded me of a classic haunted mine. The jet-black walls looked to be made out of pure obsidian, which might help explain the way they absorbed light like a sponge. And every twenty feet or so there was a thick wooden support beam braced up along the ceiling.
I felt like I should be wearing one of those miner’s caps with the big spotlight on the front.
I expected to see at least a few thick black cobwebs up along the wood beams, but there were none. Again, the total lack of life, even insect life, was most unsettling.
Where light seemed to get slurped up like beer during Happy Hour, sound was quite a different story as our footsteps sent echoing crunches in all directions. Mine were utterly ridiculous as each step sounded like a popcorn maker, but even the light-footed elves struggled with keeping the sound down. The soft sand had solidified, and the ground here was more gravelly and rough.
The tunnel began to gradually slope downward. It wasn’t steep by any means, but still a noticeable decline. It eventually led us to a dead-end crossway where we had to choose which tunnel to take. There was a sign hanging on a hook overhead, but the engravings had long been worn away.
“Which way should we go?” Neia asked, her careful whisper sounding like a bullhorn in this sound-enhancing tunnel.
I took a long look in each direction, but I couldn’t see any obvious reason to choose one over the other. So I stepped out into the dead center of the crossway and raised my torch. “What’s he doing?” I heard Ilenia’s voice from behind. The flame danced and flickered to the left. I watched it for a time to make sure it was consistent. Once I was sure, I lowered the torch and turned back to the elves.
“Air is entering the cavern from that direction.” I pointed off to the right. “So I suspect there must be an exit that way. Come on.”
I led the way with caution, sweeping my torch back and forth along the dirt with each step. This place reminded me a little too much of my last D&D campaign, and I clearly remember the tripwire that sent a poison dart into my character’s neck. That game night sucked the sausage... But having it happen in real life would suck a whole lot worse.
As we got deeper, the movement of air became more apparent. But it wasn’t cool or refreshing by any stretch. It was warm and thick, with a lingering hint of tangy rot we could almost taste. And the deeper we went, the more pungent the odor became. It kind of reminded me of a bag of assholes set out in the sun to ripen for three days.
A low moan came from somewhere, and we all stopped dead in our tracks. It was hard to detect exactly which direction the sorrowful sound was coming from. Seemed like no matter which way I turned, my ears picked it up in equal volume. It was like it was seeping through both the walls and floor at the same time.
“Don’t worry,” said, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt. “It’s probably just the wind.” Just the wind? Oh God, did I really just use that tired old saying? Then came a sort of ticking sound. It was like someone was tapping the wall with a rock or something. The clicks came in a clear rhythm, three quick taps followed by a slightly delayed fourth. Pause, repeat...they were definitely not random. Just then our light spheres winked out. I wasn’t sure if their duration had expired, or if the elves just stopped using what minimal concentration was required.
“Oh really? So I guess the wind has learned how to play musical beats?” Ilenia groaned, her head on a swivel as she glanced all around in desperate search of the source. Her gaze eventually shifted back to me, her eyes narrowing in a look I had never seen on the elf before. “Stupid fucking human,” she hissed. I blinked... Now where the hell did that come from? “I see what you’re doing. This was all just some plot to lead us to our deaths.”
