Carpe Diem, Carpe Pet!

The cave entrance looms ahead. Or rather, it sits there looking strangely small. You realize with a start that you must have grown a great deal over the past few days. The increase in power must have been accompanied by a proportional increase in stature as well! You used to be able to just walk into the cave, with only the tips of your ears scraping on the roof. Now you have to almost double over to get through. Its just another reminder of how far you've come over the past few days.

The journey back from the swamp has given you time to get a much better look at Pet. She's on the short side for an elf. At about 5'0 she's more or less the same height as you have grown into. Her golden-blonde hair has been drawn back into a complicated affair that includes a pony-tail and braids that run from her temples to link underneath the pony-tail. A white flower has been interwoven into the whole affair. Her delicate ears are pierced here and there with loops and studs of gold. She wears a silk tunic that contours to her every curve, sleeveless and down to a mini-skirt length. A sharp V embroidered with gold and darker green intertwined serve as an appropriate decoration to the swell of cleavage they highlight within. There is a group of three belts that intertwine at her narrow waist and hold her various adventurer's gear. Finally, thigh-high boots round out the ensemble. They drape around her well-toned legs at the top and narrow down into some very stylish heels. They really serve to emphasize how sexy her thighs look between them and the edge of the tunic, and the heels add a distracting sway to her gait that's really driving you to distraction.

Inside the cave widens out into a cozy chamber. You don't keep much in here, but on one side is a small fire pit with a cooking pot suspended over it and on the other is a sleeping area made up of reeds and long grass you've collected as a sort of mattress. "This isn't so Weehh!" Pet begins, only to be interrupted as you grab her hand and fall backward onto the matted plants with her on top. Further protest is cut off as you lunge in for a sizzling kiss. She freezes for a moment as if unable to process what is going on. Then something seems to click (whether receiving an 'order' or just her own understanding is unclear) and she returns the affection with enthusiasm. Her body melts against yours, a fascinating contrast in firm muscle and soft curves. Your over-sized hands wander over her back, shoulders, and sides, eager to explore your conquest as fully as possible. Thick calloused fingers trace patterns along her flawless skin. Feeling bolder and eager to continue, one hand engulfs her perky breast through the soft material of her top while the other slips down her spine and across the small of her back. She arches her back like a stretching cat, a comparison reinforced by the purr of a moan as she presses her chest further into your insistent hand. Even through the material you can feel her hardening nipple pressing against your palm.

You roll that hard proof of her arousal around in your hand while you knead the sensitive flesh around it. You take the firm taut curve of her ass in your other hand and rhythmically squeeze that as well, interested in the similarities and differences of her feminine charms. It yields beneath your plundering fingers only to spring back to the beautiful spheres that helped catch your eye in the first place. She throws her head back with another wordless cry and you take the opportunity to nibble along one of her ears. From the cute noises she makes, she really enjoys that.

Reluctantly, you let go of her chest and roll both of you over onto your sides. As intoxicating as this exploration is, its no where near enough. You grab the bottom of one of her thigh-high boots and pressing against the bottom of her thoroughly-mauled booty with the other hand for leverage pull the obstructing leather down and off. The legs beneath are clean-lined and just as athletic as the rest of her, tight and firm without being overly-muscular or unhealthily skinny. You trace a fingernail down the back of her thigh and knee, then smirk as her toes curl involuntarily. The other boot is removed with a little more haste, discarded for the treasures they protected beneath.

By this time your more than aware of the burning hardness growing between your legs. Her scent is clean and fragrant and completely hers. You grab the bottom of her tunic and jerk it up in a sudden change of pace. You peel the garment up her toned young torso until the tops of her breasts pop free, forcing her arms up over her head but leaving her face covered. She is wearing a pair of simple white panties and nothing else beneath. Apparently the breasts standing out proudly from her chest need no further support! To show your appreciation you take one of them into your mouth and roll your tongue over the hard pebble that crowns the perfectly-shaped mound. You hum into the sensitive flesh and nibble when you feel like it. While you do so you slip thick fingers beneath the thin fabric covering her most secret place and crook them to explore the silky folds there. She is completely hairless and already growing moist. You suppress your impatience and lay slow, rough-skinned circles around and around the intimate flesh and occasionally dipping in and out, testing her readiness and drawing muffled but highly-interesting sounds from your favorite Pet.

You are looking for more than self-gratification, after all. Your pride demands that you completely overwhelm her with your sexual prowess just as you already have on the battlefield of the swamps. Only once she is writhing and shuddering beneath your eager hands do you allow yourself to succumb to your lusts. You strip the tunic the rest of the way off of her head but leave her arms bound with it, as you rather like the way her body is stretched out as a result. Her chest presented to you for enjoyment, her smooth abdominal muscles emphasized. Her expression is absolutely priceless, a study in contrasts between confusion and embarrassment and eagerness and lust. Your eyes don't leave hers as you grab the sides of her panties with your clever toes and pull the interfering garment down and away. You don't want to miss a single moment of her cute face and what your taking her reflects in those lovely expressions. Guided by instinct, you worm your hips down to meet with hers and easily position your shaft against the entrance of her core. Gliding your member along her moist heat once or twice is enough to coat it with her dew and then with a primal cry of triumph you thrust inexorably into her molten core.

She is velvety and slippery and incredibly tight, gasping as she struggles to accommodate your thickness. Now fully in the grasp of your own desires to claim her completely you are relentless, not stopping or pausing until you are fully within her. You twist your hips and member deep within her as if making yourself at home before withdrawing to set an implacable pace, her shapely hips bucking and rolling beneath you. Her fist-sized breasts bob up and down with the motions and her heavy breathing. Long, hungry moans escape from her half-parted full lips. The friction of her skin beneath yours is exquisite. She wraps one of her long legs around behind you, **** to move the two of you even closer and deeper together. Your hands run up her curved flanks to her breasts and back down to the flare of her hips and she ripples in slow wave-like motions beneath them.

The heat of her sopping tunnel is intense, like the two of you are melting together in a sea of carnal sensation. Time passes, though you are largely unaware of anything beyond the trim figure you are wringing sweet cries from and the myriad of sensations she is drowning you in. You are still surprised when she suddenly throws her head back and wails while her inner walls clamp down on your rock-like pillar, bending her back like a bow. Seeing the proof of your conquest brought to shuddering release is so sexy that something snaps within you and you desperately grab her hips to thrust one more time as deep as you can before plastering her womb with your lusty seed. You slowly and instinctively thrust into her again with each throbbing contraction as you try to catch your breath.

You cling to each other, sharing the glow for a while. Eventually, Pet stirs next to you, rising up on one elbow with her hair cascading down one side of her face. "Um... I haven't done this very often, so I hope I was...!" You cut her needless apology off with another kiss, this one warm and slow and thorough where before had been marked only with hunger and urgency. She tenses, and then relaxes against you again, liquid and feminine. Only as you feel your thickness growing against the soft warmth of her inner thigh do you realize you're only getting started.

Neither of you gets much sleep that night. Or the following day.