Arin's Personal Crisis Aftermath: To Soothe a High Elf's Feelings

Getting Arin back to the castle was an eventful one, as Arin wept throughout the entire return trip. Although neither Devona nor Cielina may fully agree with rescuing Arin from the Drow, it was a better alternative, than having the full might of The Drow come crashing down on the kingdom. A few hours pass, while you shed your armor and clothes, then take a good bath. Just as you're about to wind down and find sleep, you hear a faint--but loud enough--knock on your door. Taking a peek through the door viewer, you see that it is Arin on the other side of the door. She had managed to take a bath of her own, but she was still reeling from the ordeal of being in the hands of both the hated Drow Elves, and a succubus. You can see her physical and mental struggle to hold back her tears. So when you open the door, she runs right into your arms, letting her tears flow freely again, as she tips up on her bare feet. Quickly, you close and lock the door, then bring Arin to the bed.

"Hold me tight, please." Arin whispers quietly into your ear, as she clings to you.

You work your way into bed, while Arin holds on tightly. The High Elf now rests her head on your chest, as you pull the covers over.

"I will never forget this, m'lord." Arin whispers to you, before she falls asleep. "Elves have strong memories of every event we go through, and this will stay with me until the day I finally pass from this realm."

While you wait for sleep to overcome you, you take the time to gently caress her fine brown hair, the patch of skin behind her pointed ears, and at the tip of those said pointed ears. Arin gently whimpers as she feels your touch, even as she sleeps. Although the temptation to strip her naked, and satisfy her intimate needs linger, you feel that it is best to let her be. She has been through something traumatic this night, and she needs the time to heal. So in this one night you have with Arin this week, you opt to abstain from such intimate activities...

...or maybe not.

When you wake up the following morning, you feel a warm, wet tongue licking your bared chest, and a hand on your already erect shaft. Clearly, Arin is already awake, tending to your intimate needs, before she focuses her anger on the humans that **** Fiona. She shifts her tall, slender, naked body up, so that she can kiss you, while she continues to stroke your shaft with her hand. Your hand move to cup one of her soft Elven breasts, the nipple already hard from her activities. She responds by shifting her body again, pressing your shaft against her pubic bush, brushing her silky strands against it. Some time passes before she gently breaks the kiss, and shifts her body to ride your shaft. She moves at a slow, gentle pace, keeping her moans quiet, while she gyrates her hips. You reach up, grabbing her soft breasts, rolling her nipples in your thumbs. Arin gasps from the touch, her blue eyes fixed on yours, as she rides you at that slow, gentle pace.

After awhile, you switch to a missionary position, still deep inside of her. Your ensuing thrusts inside of her are harder, but at a slow pace, allowing her to keep her gasps and moans quiet. She speaks softly enough at times to voice her approval to you, her long, slender legs wrapping around your hips. As both of you grow closer to climax, she reaches up to wrap her arms around your neck, and quicken the pace slightly. You stop your thrusts when she reaches her peak, feeling her petals milk your dick, while she arches her back, gasping hard. Once you feel her climax pass, you move inside of her again, until you're ready to climax. That's when you pull out, giving her time to sit up, and devour your shaft with her lips. Eagerly, she swallows your seeds, licking your shaft clean afterwards. Playfully, she glides your shaft along her creamy petals, then lick it clean again. All done, she shifts her body, so that she can kiss you hard and deep.

"Thank you, m'lord." She whispers to your ear. "Shall we prepare to retrieve the Gaelic maiden? My bow is yours."