An 1572, Jour du Frêne, seventh hour after midnight. Forêt de Maravelle. I groaned, sleepy. Eyes shut tight. Fresh air hits my lungs, damp, woodsy. Birds chirp. Cascade roars nearby. Body aches from rough ground. I sit up. Rub my face, beard, hair. She’s gone. Panic spikes. Her blankets rumpled, gear scattered. Not far.
Then I see her. Pale shape rises from the pond. Water drips off perfect skin. Ass round, dimples at the small of her back. Tits full, nipples hard in the chill. No scars, no flaws. Pubic hair neat triangle. She turns. Laughs, crystal clear. Eyes yellow-orange lock on mine. Smile pulls me in.
The Awakening Rush
“Join me? Fresh and invigorating.”
Feet move before brain catches up. Water to ankles. Ice cold shocks my cock down. She giggles. “Not dressed, surely?”
“You okay sharing with a stranger?”
Her grin widens. “Humans think us prudes. We bare skin freely. No shame.”
Braies off. Splash in. Shrinkage hides my hard-on. But memory stirs it back. She swims close. Body ghosts mine. Naked heat inches away. Thoughts scramble. Want to grab her.
Fingers trace my beard, shoulders. “Eredur, wanna fuck?”
Choke. Stare. Direct as a slap. Reputed prude elf begging it. She laughs. Presses tits to my chest. Lips brush chin. “Alone in nature. We crave each other.”
Snap. Hands grip waist. Crush her close. Kiss savage. Tongues battle. Legs wrap my hips. She impales on my throbbing cock. Tight. Hot. Velvety grip.
Primal Unleashing
Fingers dig scars, muscles. She grinds. I thrust slow, deep. Build speed. Grip ass cheeks. Squeeze. Her feet massage my balls, urge faster. Pound harder. Pussy milks me perfect.
Breaks kiss. Eyes burn. Shoves face to tits. Bite nipples. Suck hard. Nails rake chest. She arches. Roars orgasm. Body shakes. Eyes roll back. Pure animal bliss.
Almost cum. She squeezes balls. “Not yet.”
Frustrated growl. She leads to cascade base. Bends over rock. Spreads legs. Fingers part pussy lips. Pink, dripping. “Fuck me now. Cum inside.”
No chance to refuse. Hands on hips. Slam balls-deep. Water pounds her back. Thrust brutal. She moans shrill. Pushes back. Slap of skin. Grip hair. Ram relentless.
She cums first. Fire howl. Pussy clamps. I explode. Groan victory. Flood her deep. Hot spurts. Legs buckle.
Pull out. Cum leaks down thighs. She turns, smiles tender. Kiss soft. Reality crashes. Job’s cover. Haluna waiting. City schemes behind. This? Pure sin. Elf pussy owns my secret now.
Pack up silent. Road ahead. Thrill lingers. Heart pounds. No one knows. My forbidden rush. Oozing cum scent clings. Grin hidden. Worth every risk. Crave more shadows.