A Weapon

Even a simple tool would do, so Tsan set about scrambling over the obstacle course of furniture. The kitchen was always a solid bet, she thought to herself, and with some effort tugged an iron cleaver free of a mess of rusting cookware. The cleaver itself didn't seem worse for wear, and she vaguely recalled a nursery rhyme her mother had told her once.

Iron of men,
For monsters made,
Steel of kin,
Protects the glade,
Metal of sin,
Its masters betrayed.

There was something comforting about the verse, even if she could no longer recall the meaning or even the rest of the rhyme. Clutching the cleaver, she took a deep breath, feeling more confident now that she was armed, and casting about the hut for further armament.

On the wall, she spotted something, a leather wrapped handle half-hidden behind a tipped tower of shelves. It took long moments to shift them aside, but given the application of her shoulder and some determination she won her prize.

It was a sword. The blade was of middling length, and it was rather plain, with the crossguard and blade shaped in blocky geometric designs. What was extraordinary was the metal it was forged from, black and dull, not seeming like a metal at all, yet harder than steel.

She wondered at those that had built this hut in the wilderness, carving out a little spot for themselves and leaving the treasures of ancient wars on the walls. Letting out a slow breath, she resolved to look for some footwear.

Tsan stiffened, feeling warm breath play across her neck, while a pair of breasts pressed into her back. A lilting, melodic whisper, colored with an accent she couldn't place filled her ear while lips pressed to the tapered point. "What brings a daughter of the fae to this place, I wonder?"

Soft hands slid over her shoulders and then down her loose shirt, groping her breasts, massaging them and teasing her pale-pink nipples to hardness. A shudder ran down the elf's spine while an involuntary gasp slipped from her. Trying to focus, she questioned, "It's a fair trick to sneak up on an elf, love. How'd you manage that?"

The teasing digits at Tsan's modest breasts gripped her nipples, tugging them outwards, making them into cones before releasing the captive flesh. "It isn't hard. Children of the fae gave up so much to infest this world that they blinded themselves to all others." The giggle that followed was disarming, and Tsan found herself calmed, despite the warning that the words should have been.

"Do you mind, love? Not that it's unpleasant, but we've only just met, after all." Tsan did her best to take control of the situation, even though thinking felt like running through knee-high mud.

The hands relinquished their grip on her chest, pulling back over her shoulders and then sliding down her back. Slipping around the elf's waist, one moved to rest over her womb, while the other pressed down towards her sex. "You'll share some company with me on such a cold, dreary day?" The words were question and command, delivered like a teasing melody at the edge of hearing.

The elf gave a squeak as knowing fingers combed through her landing strip before they found her plump slit, rubbing along the lips, while the thumb circled Tsan's clit. "Ah! As... ah... lovely as that sounds... I should very much like to see your lovely face?"

It slipped around her then, keeping the hand down Tsan's pants. Nudity revealed every inch of tanned, toned skin, curving generously to offer a rubenesque figure of wide, child bearing hips and heavy breasts capped with chocolate nipples. Between its legs hung the most notable feature, a massive, equine shaft, the flared head already leaking milky liquid as it bobbed, only half erect and already almost the size of Tsan's arm. She gaped at the thing, seeing the heavy sack beneath it, and sure that she could see it pulse with the churning seed within.

Its voice snapped her attention to the soft, pouting features, plump lips slightly parted and curling upwards at the edges, as if a smile struggled to break through. "Is my face to your liking, daughter of the fae?" A hand on Tsan's shoulders was urging the elf downwards, to her knees.

Tsan found her mouth dry, her eyes flickering over the creature, from the chestnut curls that brushed the floor behind it, to the massive tool dangling before her face, occasionally booping her nose with its flared head, to the angelic face peering down at her. "Y-you're not human." In her confusion and arousal, the elf resorted to observing the obvious.

It tittered then, booping her nose again, and Tsan found herself kissing the tip of the cock thoughtlessly. "Neither are you." Tsan's whine when the member pulled away from the elf's face brought another snicker. "Don't worry, you'll like the view better from down there." It cooed.

Down there was underneath the menacing bitch-breaker, the shaft laying across Tsan's face as she licked mindlessly at the heavy sack, lavishing attention on it while an involuntary purr came from her throat.