Certain fornications

The ruins lie before you, a vast temple that has fallen into disrepair. You and the elf girl, who's name you've discovered is Nemiri, approach together. All the way there she's been shooting sideways glances at you, and appreciative glances at that, in spite of her stated hatred of humans. She's even begun to warm up to you, after you've talked to her a bit.

As you reach the outskirts of the ruin, you see her looking at you again, this time biting her lip seductively. You've had enough of playing cat and mouse with her; you put a hand on her arm to stop her.

"What is it?" she asks as you turn to her.

"Oh, nothing much. Just this," you say, and lean down and kiss her. For a moment she doesn't respond, too surpised to do anything, then she begins to respond, and, discarding her bow, throws her arms around your neck.

Like wild animals you grasp at one another, lips locked together in a desperately passionate kiss that tangles tongues together in a vicious dance as you push her backwards until you stumble together into the wall of the ruin.

Nemiri is small, less than 5 feet tall, but she's a firebrand, and she writhes against you violently as you press harder and harder against her. Her hands skipped down from where they had entangled themselves in your hair, down over your chest, fingers playing upon your front, to your belt- and you, mirroring her thoughtlessly, move your hands from her hips to the hem of her dress.

Nimble fingers soon solve the problem of your belt buckle and move on to the buttons of your trousers as you lift her dress to reveal the smooth, soft skin of her strong thighs. She slides her hand within your trousers and draws out your large, hard penis to slap against her taught stomach- you find the dampness of her underwear and draw them down, over her hips and down her legs, and she lifts one leg and then the other so you can remove them.

Now you hoist one of her legs up and lean down to press the head of your cock against her wet opening, and that spark in her dark eyes begs you to do it, to fuck her, even though you're a human and she's an elf and for her it's taboo.

You don't wait any longer. You enter her swiftly in a single movement, simultaneously lifting her up so she's pinned against the wall. She wraps her legs around your waist and throws her arms around your neck.

“Oh gods...” she breaths.

You roll your hips and Nemiri gasps a long shuddering gasp; You bury your face in her neck and kiss her soft skin as you fuck her steadily, driving into her with long slow strokes. She's incredible: there isn’t a spare ounce of fat on her, there isn’t a single muscle that's not perfectly toned so she can look better or run faster or fuck harder; and her pussy is hot and tight and wet.

You're filled with desire, and on instinct you pick up the pace. You fuck her, harder and faster, until you're slamming into her each time with more **** than most women can even take. She all but sobs with joy when you tear open her dress, mindless of how you damage the buttons, and lean to take a hard nipple in your mouth.

“Oh gods,” she moans. “Oh John... oh...”

You kiss your way from her nipple, over the soft flesh of her breast and up the arc of her neck- and your lips find hers and press against them, passionately. You're locked now, pelvis to pelvis and lips to lips, you driving into her, your cock penetrating deep into her time and time again. Her arms clutch yet tighter around your neck, her fingers fisting in your hair as her small breasts bounce against your chest.

At last it's too much for her; she tears her lips away from yours, her back arches, and with a low shuddering moan she comes for you. Her muscles convulse around you, squeezing you, massaging you, and it pushes you right to the edge of climax.

“Oh fuck,” you groan. “Oh fuck, I’m close!”

“In my mouth,” Nemiri whimpers. “Come in my mouth!”