'work' for the Breton lad

 The boys face brightens hopefully as you make your way back to him; a wide grin splits his face as you tilt your head towards the bedchamber doors, trotting eagerly across the room and unlocking the door he ushers you into the small bedchamber beyond, closing the door behind him as he steps in behind you.  The room sports a large 4 posted bed, a battered wooden chair and desk; late afternoon sunlight beams through a small window over the desk, the boy pulls a coin purse from his belt and tosses in onto the table, he looks at nervously “um, m-my name is Kevan” a sultry smile is on your lips as you tell Kevan to remove his robe, scrambling to do so he shows a somewhat pudgy body though his cock looks to be a decent enough size.

   You drag the chair into the middle of the room and gesture the now naked young man into it, he looks uncertain but sits down; tossing your long red hair back over your shoulder you start to move, gracefully swaying at the hips your fingers start working on the tight cloth wrapped around your breasts, Kevan’s face is a bright red as you gyrate before him slowly unwrapping yourself, tossing aside the breast band you at last reveal your perfect b-cups to him, they are a pale golden hue and adorned with small, dark red nipples.   After sensually caressing your breasts for a long moment your hands slide down along your taut belly, giving the young man a sultry look you slowly inch your pants lower on your hips, gravity eventually takes over and the pants fall to the floor of the inn. Like all Elves you are hairless below the neck, a fact clearly shown when you step out of your pants, revealing your long, silky legs and hairless slit.

   You grin impishly, bucking your hips and sliding your hands up your thighs; as you sway your hips to inaudible music your hands slide up along your stomach, finally cupping and stroking your breasts.  Turning to face away from him, bend slightly and present your luscious ass to the young man, you playfully shake it you and then give it a quick slap; a teasing smile appears on your lips as you hear a hoarse gasping from behind you.  You press yourself against his groin, slowly and teasingly grinding your naked ass into his lap, feeling his hardness against your bottom.  

  Your turn back around and drop to your knees before the chair, you look up at the red faced Kevan with a smoldering gaze; teasingly running your fingernails along his inner thigh your smile widening when the seated Breton squirmed.  Dropping your head you began to run your tongue along his cock, working up and down his shaft, coating it in your saliva, caressing it with your lips; you could feel it becoming even harder as you work. Once you were satisfied that his shaft was sufficiently coated you start to suckle on the head of his cock, lashing it with your tongue as you slowly bob your head on his penis, each time taking more and more of his cock into your mouth.  It wasn't long before he grabbed a tight hold of your hair with both of his hands and began to **** himself even deeper; you can feel his rock hard shaft hitting the back of your throat. As he lets out a long groan he shoots his load deep down your throat, his hands grasping fistfuls of your long red hair with an almost painful tightness before relaxing as he sags back. 

   Rising from your knees, you tug the young man to his feet, guiding him to the bed you shove him onto his back and before he knows what is happening you are crouched on the bed above him, your bare quim a bare inch above his straining penis.  His eyes widen in pleasure as you slowly impale yourself on him, you feel his straining cock fill you, your tight walls gripping him like warm velvet as you begin to ride him.  His cock brushes against your clit with every stroke and you can feel the heat building inside of you and you cum, throwing back your head you wail in pleasure, your hips continuing to move, each stroke only increasing your pleasure.  Below you Kevan groans and thrusts into you fast and hard, you feel his cock swell inside you and a moment and he cums with a bellow, shot after shot erupting into your hairless slit.  

   Both of you are breathing hard as you fall forwards onto the bed, landing on your side beside Kevan, one of your legs in still draped across his groin.  Time passes; they are both silent save for their slowly calming breaths, Soon enough though you can feel something hardening against your leg, climbing to your knees you reach down and slowly guide the penis once again into your sopping quim.  The night passes slowly for you as the young Breton possesses surprising stamina but sometime in the early hours of morning he at last fell asleep, having taken you a further two times that night.

   The sun is warm on your face and you can hear birds chirping as you lay there, eyes closed and still half asleep you roll over in the bed.  Your hand touches warm flesh beside you and you recoil your eyes snapping open in surprise, a brown haired young man is lying beside you, his eyes are closed and he is snoring gently.  Memories of the previous return to you as the haze of sleep fades from your mind, gently lifting the sheet from your body and trying hard not to wake your sleeping bedmate you slowly slide yourself out of the bed and onto your feet.  

   You dress quickly, pulling on your clothes you quickly scoop up the purse holding your payment; casting a furtive look backwards you see Kevan is still snoring, opening the door you leave the room, gently closing the door behind you.  Standing in the street outside the inn you tilt your face skyward, judging by the sun it was perhaps two hours to midday, the town’s merchants would be open and you had not only a purse full of money but also a quest.  

   A few moments spent among the traders quickly changed the small purse of gold into a long steel sword, a thick pair of both gloves and boots fashioned of sturdy leather, the last item you purchased was a helmet fashioned from the thick pelt of a brown bear.  You settle the helm onto your head as your step outside the shop, your long hair spilling out below the helms rim in a cascade of brilliant red-gold, Peering around the small town you wonder if there is anything else you should do....