Best thing in the world

As she led him to the tiny room, barely bigger than the cell he'd recently been released from, he mused on how her people had fallen. Once was the time when the only elvish whores were exiles who sold their services dearly to kings and princes, and a man like him could only dream of fucking the arrogance out of one.

Now he watched as she disrobed, the import brand just above the neat little patch of pussy-fur marking her as property. She was like a dream, pale and willowy, framed between the bare stone walls and lit only by a few candles on the room's single wooden shelf.

The mattress was straw but thick and it yielded comfortably to his bulk as he laid the elf back, pressing his lips to hers assertively. She tasted of cherries, his eyes half-closing as he lost himself in the hungry kisses. His hands roamed across the elf's pale skin, exploring her with the gentleness that came of knowing his strength.

Her fingers found him, pulling his clothes off and running over his muscles. He was like a caricature of a human, his shoulders too broad, his barrel chest appearing fat at first, only to prove the layers of thick muscle. His face was too broad and just a bit too flat. Not the face any woman would find handsome but it was honest enough for him.

He'd never known his father but his mother had described him often, a legendary warrior with fingers that could snap a grown man's wrist but instead caressed, gentle and firm as they claimed her heart and her womb. He did his best to honor the description, teasing along the elf's figure, a blind supplicant feeling the subtle curves of his goddess.

Her nipples hardened and she arched her back as he slide a hand down her belly, teasing over the brand and giving a gentle tug at her bright pink tuft. Then his fingers were sliding along her pussy, gently parting the lips below while his tongue parted the ones above.

Soft moans slipped from the whore as he fingered her. Her wetness collected on his fingers and her thighs spread wide, inviting him in. He sunk a single digit within the silken depths, inciting a cry he was sure could be heard in the common room below as her tight folds stretched around his thick finger.

His mouth planted rough kisses down her neck and chest before latching onto one of her pink nipples, sucking it until she squirmed with delight. He gave it a final nip with his teeth, just enough to make her squeak before he released the glistening bud to the chill of the air.

His finger had begun to move, stroking in and out, letting her accustom herself to the thickness before he added a second, pressing it into her slowly while she throw her head back. He'd had many women in the old days and he'd learned a patience that his younger self had lacked, carefully stretching and priming his conquests to his size before he claimed them.

"This one will hurt." He warned her, before pressing his lips to hers, devouring the squeal as his third finger began working into the once-tight depths. He thought he might have felt the shudder of her pleasure as he began to stroke the three thick digits in and out of her, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over her clit.

He hadn't stroked more than a few times before she pushed him away from her lips, taking a breath "Let me get on top."

He pulled his fingers from her, rewarded with her smile as he gently maneuvered to lay on his back with the elf straddling him. Her hands looked tiny on his massive cock, gently positioning the head against her slit. Then she began lowering herself onto him and it was his turn to gasp in sudden pleasure. The elf's tight cunt massaging him the whole way down as she slowly sank down his length.

He thought he could see the bulge in her belly by the time she was impaled on him but he dismissed it as a trick of the dim light. Taking her thighs in his hands, he helped her shift up and down him, milking his cock into the slender elf.

Their breathing came in quick, **** gasps and the room warmed with the exertions as she bounced atop him, her hips grinding to draw his seed from him. With a sudden rush of pleasure his muscles tightened, driving deep inside her and emptying his load into the elf while she rode her own breathless climax. She fell atop him, mewling pleasantly as she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"What's your name?" He rumbled contentedly, grateful for the low fertility of the elves as his leavings leaked from her slowly.

"Saditha. Sadie." She mewled, fingers playing with his chest hair idly.

"I've a mind to sleep here tonight, Sadie." He stated, running his fingers down her spine.

"Please." She whispered.