“So you want my body?” she asked, without taking her eyes off me.
Her voice sounded like distant chimes, clear yet full of vibrations that shot through my limbs. I stood on the shimmering moonstone terrace, high above the elven city of Lythariel, whose towers and arches glowed in the silver light of the full moon. Before me lay Elara, the warrior of the wood elves, with her copper-red hair falling like a cloak over her bare shoulders. She wore only a thin, white veil that barely concealed her breasts and left her long legs exposed.
“I want the pact,” I said, feeling my wolf urge to emerge. “But yes, I want you too.”
She smiled, a narrow, knowing smile that struck me to the core. “Then come here, shapeshifter. Seal the bond with your blood and your seed.”
I stepped closer, and the scent of night jasmine and her skin enveloped me. Her eyes, as green as the moss in the deepest forest, studied me without shyness. My hands trembled slightly as I grasped the veil at her shoulder and slowly pulled it away. The fabric slid like water over her skin, revealing her breasts, firm with dark, hard nipples that shimmered in the moonlight. I let the veil fall to the ground, and she stood completely naked before me, a goddess of flesh and blood.
Her breasts were full and plump, the nipples hard and aroused, dark like ripe berries. I could see how her ribs rose and fell with each breath, the flat stomach that tensed beneath those magnificent tits. Between her legs, in the shadow of her pubic bone, was the dark triangle of her hair, already moist, a glistening that drove me crazy. I could make out the curve of her labia hidden beneath that fuzz, and my cock immediately grew hard, pressing against my pants.
“You hesitate,” she whispered. “Are you afraid of an elf?”
“I’m afraid of losing myself in you,” I answered honestly. My heart pounded against my ribs, and I felt my cock stir under my pants, stiffening until it ached against the fabric. The mere thought of entering her, of sliding into that tight, wet cunt, was already driving me nearly insane.
She placed her hand on my chest, and her fingers gently dug into my shirt. “Then let yourself fall.” Her voice was a breath that stole my senses. I leaned forward and kissed her. Her lips were soft and cool, but under my pressure they became warm and parted. I tasted mint and something sweet, like forest honey. My tongue met hers, and she moaned softly into my mouth. Her hands grabbed my hair and pulled me closer, while my hand slid down her back, over the gentle curve of her waist, the roundness of her ass. Her skin felt like silk, coming alive under my fingers. I squeezed her ass cheeks; they were firm and round, and I felt the heat radiating from her cunt.
We kissed for a long time, and the kiss grew deeper, more demanding. She bit my lower lip lightly, and I felt a pain that made me even harder. “I want to taste you,” she murmured against my mouth and began to strip my shirt from my shoulders. I helped her, and soon I stood naked before her, the wind playing over my skin. She let her gaze glide over my body, over my broad, scarred chest, over my flat abdominal muscles down to my hard cock, which strained toward her. My dick was long and thick, the glans swollen and red, veins bulging beneath the taut skin. A thick drop of pre-cum hung at the tip, and I saw her eyes follow it.
“You are beautiful,” she said, and her hand ran over my chest, over my nipples, which stiffened under her touch. “A wild animal.” She sank to her knees, and I held my breath. Her fingers wrapped around me, and I sharply inhaled. Her hand was soft and cool, but her grip was firm as she grasped my shaft and slowly moved it up and down. The pre-cum spread over my glans, making it slippery. She leaned forward and took me into her mouth. Her lips were warm and wet, and her tongue danced over my glans, licking away the drop that had formed there. A moan escaped me, and my hands grabbed her hair. She took me deeper, and I felt my tip touch her throat. She swallowed around me, and the tightness and wetness almost made me come. “Not yet,” I panted and gently pulled her up. “I want to be inside you. I want to fuck your cunt.”
She smiled, a triumphant smile, and lay down on the soft cushions spread out on the terrace. She lay on her back, legs slightly open, and I gazed at her: her full breasts rising with each breath, the narrow waist, the curve of her hips, and between her legs the dark triangle where moisture was already gathering. Her labia were swollen, pink and wet, and I could see the little pearl of her clit hidden beneath its hood. The scent of her arousal rose to my nose, sweet and earthy, the smell of a horny elf. I bent over her and kissed her neck, the spot where her pulse beat. She sighed and turned her head to the side to give me more room. I wandered with my lips over her collarbone, down to her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked until it was hard as a small pebble. I circled it with my tongue, bit gently, and Elara moaned, digging her nails into my back. “Yes,” she whispered. “More.”
I switched to the other breast, while my hand stroked over her belly, moving lower. When I reached her center, she was already wet. I let my fingers glide over her labia, and they opened for me like a blossom. The moisture was warm and slippery, and I could feel her cunt pulsing with desire. I dipped a finger into her, and she flinched. “Oh yes,” she moaned. Her cunt gripped my finger like a vise, tight and hot. I moved my finger slowly inside her while continuing to suck on her breast. I added a second finger, and she gasped. Her hips lifted toward me, and I felt her inner muscles clench around my fingers. Then I pulled them out and licked them clean. Her taste exploded on my tongue—intense, feminine, irresistible, like a mix of sweet nectar and salt.
I wandered with my lips further down, over her belly, until I reached her center. Her scent…
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