Elf world the complete s.., p.65
Elf World : The Complete Series, page 65
We devoured each other with a savage hunger as the powerful taste of raw cinnamon roared through my mouth. Her sweet saliva was spicy and hot, making our passionate kiss a lot like doing a Fireball shot.
Her tongue tickled the roof of my mouth, flicking in and out in probing stabs while further spreading its spicy goodness. I liked the sensation of sliding my tongue down between the two halves.
Her hands slipped down my front, and she began boldly rubbing the bulge in my pants. My cock was already stiff before she got anywhere near it, but now it throbbed so hard, it almost hurt. Sensing my urgency, her skillful fingers easily loosened the drawstring. She slipped her fingers beneath the band and eased my pants down.
She took a step back and smiled at me, then raised her hands above her head. I took the cue and lifted the bottom of her shirt, wiggling it up and over her head until her gorgeous tits popped free with a yummy bounce.
They were just as full and round as I had envisioned, but her nipples did somewhat catch me off guard. Those bright red buttons stood to attention with arousal, and to me they looked just like cherry candies.
I greedily cupped one of her breasts, firming it up from beneath before my lips latched on. I suckled her nipple, groping all around the front of her ultra-tight shorts while desperately trying to find a way to get them off.
I came to my senses and realized I couldn’t do this with one hand, so I let her handle it. She made it look easy, shedding those ultra-tight shorts like a banana peel. Our naked bodies rushed back together, and I returned all my attention back to her soft tits.
I alternated my attention between her sweet fireball mouth and going back to suckling on those luscious tits. But when my lips popped off her nipple and I moved back toward her mouth, she stopped my advance with a finger pressed to my lips.
“I want to suck your dick,” she purred. Her other hands crept down my front, her fingers wrapping around my rock-hard shaft. She admired it for a moment, slowly jacking it in long, smooth strokes. Caught up in her rhythm, I couldn’t help but roll my hips back and forth with the motion. “And I’m getting the impression it wants to be sucked,” she teased.
Her tongue lashed out, flicking my lips with the speed of a viper while she continued caressing my cock. She leaned in and kissed the side of my neck, then began working her way down my front. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back as her kissing lips move down along my stomach. There was a brief pause in the action, and I could feel her mouth hovering just over my cock.
She took her time, admiring it up close, and I could feel her warm breath washing over my shaft. I gasped when her moist lips finally suckled over the tip like a soft, wet kiss. The touch of her mouth was so gentle that, if not for the lingering warm moisture, I might have thought I imagined it.
I opened my eyes and looked down at the little elf. She smiled up at me with the tip of my cock barely gripped between her lips. “I haven’t done this in a long time,” she said, mumbling with my dick in her mouth. It almost seemed like she was apologizing for her passiveness, and not really sure what to do next.
“You’re doing fine,” I said, trying to give her some encouragement. “Here, let me just...” I gently held the sides of her head to keep her from moving too much, and then I slowly rocked my hips back and forth. I tried not to be too aggressive as I carefully dipped my cock in and out of her warm, moist mouth.
Her lips curled forward and back, each slow dip painting my shaft with another layer of glistening saliva. Her warm, wet mouth felt so good that even with this slow, passive blowjob, I was in constant danger of a premature climax.
“Oh, that’s so fucking good,” I said, as much to myself as to Syllia. Each slow plunge sent a warm tingle rolling down my shaft.
I felt Syllia’s flickering tongue moving along the bottom of my cock. She seemed to want to do it on her own now, so I let go of her head and left her on autopilot. I watched my shaft disappear and reappear as her suckling lips took in about half of me at a time. But she wasn’t shy about gazing up at me, and she kept solid eye contact when her lips sank back into my groin.
That time she even gagged a little but still refused to look away when her eyes teared up. The soft blowjob was a different experience from the other elves I had been with, and that’s how I knew she was telling the truth about how inexperienced she really was.
She was a powerful woman by most measures, the captain of a ship, with business contacts all over the realm. But that sort of life left no room for any sort of sustainable love life.
I intuitively knew I needed to be careful with her. I doubted she was a virgin, but she probably hadn’t been with a man in long time. And almost certainly never with a human. She was trusting me, and I suddenly felt obligated to make sure this was a good experience for her. I really liked Syllia, and I wanted tonight to be special for her.
I stepped back, my cock slipping free from her slippery mouth with a wet pop. Then I raised her up by the shoulders and our lips locked as our tongues twirled inside each other’s mouths. Holding the long embrace, together we sidestepped our way across the room until we reached the bed.
She smiled up at me when I eased her down onto the mattress, and then leaned back on her elbows for support before slowly spreading her legs. She had been naked for a while now, but I hadn’t really taken the time to admire her yet. So I took a step back to do just that.
Even though her thighs were thick and meaty, her body was lean and fit. My eyes roamed up and down her body, drinking in her naked beauty as I began stroking my cock. Her sex was shaved except for a thin line of bright red hair, and her outer lips, bedewed with moisture, glistened in the soft light.
She reached her hand down between her legs and began rubbing her damp slit in slow circles. “I’m getting lonely over here all by myself.” She winked, slipping her finger in and out of her sex. “Why don’t you come over here and join me?”
I just needed a moment to take her in, to burn a mental picture of this lovely creature into my memory. And now that I had down that, I wanted her more than ever.
I approached the bed, stroking my cock. Then I crept across the mattress on all fours and settled my face down between her legs. She moved her hand away and spread her legs even further, allowing me full access to her glistening petals. I kissed my way down her inner thigh before making my way to her lovely blossom.
I dipped my tongue inside her, causing her to shiver and arch her back. Although not as strong as the saliva from her mouth, her natural juices also tasted of cinnamon. She clutched two handfuls of sheet and let out a soft moan as I slowly lapped at her sweet petals.
She gripped the back of my head, pulling me down into her while my probing tongue searched between her folds. I could lie here and drink her juices all day, but my throbbing cock couldn’t take it anymore.
I wanted—no, needed—to be inside her... But I also needed to show restraint.
I rose with my cock in hand and positioned the tip just outside of her entrance. I slid it up and down in a probing tease, her glistening lips parting around the head with each pass. The probing tickle caused her legs to spread even further, urging me to come inside her. She gazed up at me, her breaths coming in short bursts, her chest heaving with excitement.
“Put it in,” she stammered, her trembling voice breaking apart as her lips quivered. “Please,” she begged, her exotic eyes seeming to double in size. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”
She gasped when I dipped my spongy head into her wet warmth, but I went no further than that. I moved up, taking my time while carefully positioning myself. “How does that feel?” I whispered in her ear before I began kissing the side of her neck.
“Wonderful,” she gasped breathlessly. Now that I was finally inside her, she seemed to settle down a little.
I began moving my hips, slowly dipping in and out of her wetness, and she twitched with each shallow plunge. Each time I only got about halfway before the resistance of her channel served as a warning for me to withdraw. I had no intention of forcing anything, my movements smooth and slow while never giving her more than half my shaft.
We gazed into each other’s eyes, our tongues tangled together while my cock slowly dipped in and out. She was so tight that I could feel each individual pulse of her velvety-soft walls, and I had to fight my own instincts not to thrust.
But soon the intense resistance began to ease up, and after a few minutes I believed she was ready to receive my whole cock.
I watched her face intently, reading her expressions when I slowly moved all the way in. She groaned and arched her back, opening her hips as her knees fell to the sides. She seemed to take it quite well, so I decided to increase the pace a little.
Our mouths devoured each other while I slid my cock all the way in and all the way out. I had increased the tempo somewhat, but wasn’t going to push it any more than this. Despite going deeper and faster than before, the sex was still soft and slow by any measure.
The rising pressure in my cock was a slow build, and because of that, I knew the release was going to be intense.
Her breaths began increasing, her chest heaving while she moved her hips in rhythm with mine. “Isaac... Isaac,” she huffed. In a sudden show of aggression, she reached up and scratched her nails across my chest. “Oh shit... Oh shit, Isaac.”
There was no need to explain it; her spasming walls clutching my cock spoke for her. The pulsing contractions clamped down on my cock, trying to milk me with each pulse. It sent waves of pleasure rolling through my slow-moving shaft, and I knew we were both about to climax at the same time.
“Oh shit, me too. I’m about to...” I muttered, unable to complete a proper sentence.
Having the discipline to stick with this slow tempo the entire time had led to an insane buildup, and now my quivering cock was right on edge. It began pulsing long before any meaningful release, and at first, my seed only came out in oozing drips.
Then came the first hard spurt as I bucked between her legs, coating her inner walls with a thick, white blast. Several more followed, and the delayed orgasm suddenly turned me into a roaring volcano. Syllia’s pelvis rose into me again and again, reacting to each thick, warm spurt while I filled her like a machine.
“Ohhh...shiiit,” we said in unison when the robotic pulsing of my cock finally ran out of juice. I went limp and just stayed on top of her until our quivering bodies had enough time to somewhat recover.
When I finally sat up and eased my cock out of her, a pearly trail of my seed dotted her inner thigh. “I am...quite full,” she said weakly, lying there with her forearm draped over her eyes.
“Er, yeah, sorry about that,” I said in a mock apology. We both laughed. “That release was way more than normal.”
“I take full credit for that,” she joked, and we both laughed again. Then I settled in beside her, and we lay in each other’s arms. Exhausted but quite satisfied, neither one of us was going to have any trouble sleeping through the night.
Chapter 8
When I rolled over, I found myself squinting against the morning sunlight shining through the window. I thought it was unusually bright, and for a moment I wondered if that had something to do with the reflective water and being out at sea.
Of course, it was also possible that we slept like logs and it was just really fucking late.
When I finally surrendered to the morning and opened my eyes, there was Syllia lying next to me. She was already smiling, and unlike me, appeared to be wide awake. Had she been lying there, staring at me for hours? I didn’t know if that was cute or creepy.
“Good morning,” I said in my groggy morning voice.
“Good morning,” she said in a rush, and quickly rolled up against me and gave me a smooch on the cheek. Then she treated my arm like a blanket, flipping it over her shoulder while throwing her back up against me.
“Syllia?”
“Hmmm?” she hummed.
“Were you seriously just lying there waiting for me to wake up?” I asked. “You didn’t have to wait around for my lazy ass to come back from the dead. If you had stuff to do...”
“Stuff that’s more important than cuddling with you the moment you woke up?” She nestled deeper into me, her plump ass pressed firmly against my crotch. “Nonsense...”
I laughed nervously, but it had more to do with my rising cock pressing against her ass. Morning wood was a pretty normal thing for me, anyway. But now, with that soft lump of flesh riding against my groin, there was no stopping it.
“Well, thank you,” I said. “Hopefully I can make it up to you one way or another. Maybe help out with some more chores? I’m getting pretty good at swabbing decks. Or maybe I could—”
“Is anyone waiting for you?” she blurted out as she rolled out from under my arm to face me. “Someone special, I mean. You know... Is there anyone like that waiting for you when you return?”
I paused a second, but only because I was caught off guard by the random question. “Yes,” I answered honestly.
Her mouth shifted to one side, and she bit her bottom lip. “Who?” she asked softly.
“Well...” I hesitated again. “My wood elves, Neia and Ilenia. They are sisters, and I love them both dearly.”
“Sisters?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Yes, sisters. And then there is this drow lady, Lazziar,” I went on without missing a beat.
“A drow elf?!” Okay, that one caught her off guard. It was no secret that drow elves didn’t have the best reputations among surface elves.
“Yeah... Well, her and her mother, Aunrae, too.”
“What?!”
“But it’s okay, because I love them all equally,” I quickly explained, as if that actually justified anything. For a moment, I tried to imagine saying this to anyone back home, and the thought made me shudder. “And then there is the wood elf witch, Ursula, and the glass demon, Heiblim.”
Words failed her, and all she could do was blink at me.
“Oh,” I went on, for the sake of honesty and full transparency. “But the witch and glass demon were more like one-night stands. They’re cool, and I consider them to be good friends, but that’s it. I don’t think either one is going to be a regular thing moving forward.”
“Are you sure you’re not forgetting anyone?” she said in a dry tone.
I knew it was a rhetorical question, but it really did make me stop and think. “Mmm...no, I think that’s all of them,” I said after a time, reasonably confident that I was telling the truth.
“Wow!” She threw her back up against the wall side of the bed and crossed her arms. “You sure do get around, don’t you?” But she couldn’t hold her fake angry face for very long before we both began laughing.
That was just how it was here, and we both knew it. She wasn’t made of stone. She was still prone to minor fits of jealousy, but my having multiple women wasn’t a deal breaker either. She could live with it.
“But here’s an idea.” She uncrossed her arms and sat up excitedly. “What if you didn’t go back?” And this time it was me raising my eyebrows. “I mean, what if you stayed here on the ship with me?”
“Oh, Syllia,” I said, already feeling bad about where this was going.
“Just imagine it,” she pressed as her excitement grew. “You and I sailing on the high seas, traveling from city to city. Can you even think of a better way to see the world?”
“Syllia...”
“We would have so many sea adventures together.” But when I tried to interrupt her again, she smashed a shushing finger against my lips. “I am perfectly aware that you could never be faithful to me. I accept it, but I would also do everything I could to make sure you’re pleased and content.
“These other elves you speak so highly of, we could arrange visits where they come on board for days, maybe even weeks at a time. We could even send for the...demon.” Her features twisted up as she struggled to hide her confused feelings about that one. “If that is what you wish...”
I smiled and reached over, rubbing her thigh. “And then what?” I asked.
“Then...we will have all the adventures I just promised you.” Her smile sort of twitched in and out as she could clearly see my doubt.
“And what of all the elves who are counting of me?” I paused, and she dropped her eyes to the mattress without answering. “What of the olgoks? Should I just ride around on a ship with you, having high-sea adventures, as you say, while they continue their destructive march across the realm?”
When she remained silent, I scooted all the way over and put my arm around her. “Believe me, the temptation is greater than you know.” She smiled at that, and leaned into my shoulder. “But to turn my back on so many would break my soul. What you’re proposing is outright betrayal, and I could never live with myself if I did that.”
She sniffled and rubbed her eye, pretending something was just irritating it. “Well, I guess now I see the kind of man you really are,” she said, but then looked up and smiled. “Brave, dependable and honorable...And although it isn’t the least bit surprising, it makes me want you to stay even more.” She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “But I know you can’t, so I won’t ask you again.”
Suddenly, there came a loud crash, and the ship lurched. The force was so great that the mattress flipped. We were both thrown from the bed and hit the floor with a heavy thud.
“What the fuck was that?” I said, rolling back up to my knees. I reached out to steady Syllia, but she was already getting back to her feet.
“We must have bottomed out on a sand dune or hit a rock,” she said, rubbing the rising bump on the back of her head. “Wait here. I have to check and see if the damage is...”
The chorus of terrified screams coming from the upper deck painted a much different picture from what we were speculating. I sprang to my feet and went for my clothes and gear. “Come on!” I shouted. “We have to get topside and—”
