Fucking An Elven Blade's Sheath

Naughty's insistence had quickly paid off. As per any usual evening, my cock was speared into her forge-hot orange-glowing puss, my waist locked in the vice of her slick thighs. The black lace of her thong was set at the side of her sex. Every ridge and fold inside of her sucked greedily at my length as I slapped thrust after thrust against her mound, balls knocking against the crease of her ass.

The tuft of pink hair atop her mound was matted and dripping with foaming love-spittle. Every plunge split her wetter and looser, while her insides tried to grasp at me like an oiled fist, begging for seed. Her cervix kissed my tip like a priestess blessing a spear.

“Ahhh-****! Haaa, haaaah—ngghh!♥” her pebbled nipples dug into my chest.

“Aaahhh, aahhh, aaahhhnn♥!” she moaned, her voice shivering in my ear, repeating with each thrust. The girl’s amber eyes rolled in half-lidded ecstasy as my cock-head battered the door to her womb.

Her body let out wet squelches-

schlk-

schlk-

schlk-♥

squelch-

slop-

plap-plap♥

It was all obscene music, a feral choir of body-noises finally freed. Each echoed with our rhythm, each punctuated by her breathless gasps, “Mmm- ohhh yes, deep- deeper!”

We'd taken a few days off from rutting, in our dogged pursuit of the bandits, and in that time my loins had swollen to an incessant ache, a need to use her sheath as my own. My hips ground against hers with a rhythm that drove us both wild. I hammered her iron, disgorging sparks with each blow. Every smack of our flesh loosed a slap!

slap!

slap!

smack!

smack!

smack!

THWAP! ♥

Naughty cried out, “Nnn- oh ****! Th-there! More please…more, more, more!♥” Her voice rose shrill, approaching a wail, “Aaaahhh, Haaahhhh!♥♥♥”

I grabbed her ass and pushed her hips down harder onto me. My length buried into her, down to the root, and she shrieked, “Aaanngghh! Fu-!♥

Aaahh, aaahh-nnnggghhh yes! ♥ Yes ****-! More!”

Her juices flowed down my thighs and I bent to bite her neck, tasting her salt and metal. Her skin had little give, I had to tear into her like a hunk of meat to even make a dent, “Take it-“ I snarled against her throat. Her pulse pounded into my teeth as she writhed on top of me, shrieking again as I rocked into her quaking depths, pistoning raw and merciless. Her hole stretched wide as my every vein and ridge dragged across her soaked inner walls. She gushed around me, frothing as I bottomed out again and again. Each collision threw out a-

thwap!

thwap!

thwap!

squelch!

pffft—schlk—plap! ♥

“Mmm-****, deeperrr…♥” she moaned and rocked her hips back down to swallow me again in that sweltering hole. I throbbed inside her as I drove again to the hilt, filling her with intent to breed, fully aware no elf could carry a mortal child. The impossibility just made the fantasy more devilish. She clung to it, wailing, “Please ****, put a baby in meee…♥Stuff me, make me your mare!”

"Naught, you greedy little trollop-" I snarled as she clamped tight around my base and milked me with quick, hungry hip-pivots. Her drenched folds raked over my length like hot silk. Each stroke seared and made my shaft twitch, maddened inside of her. A bead of release surged forth to the tip of my cock and I pressed my back harder into the tree trunk, **** to ride out her relentless squirming.

“Shit Naught, fuckk, not yet…♥” I begged, then my voice broke and a moan tore itself from me, “Huahhh…ahhhnnn♥” I couldn’t stand how high and sweet it sounded, hated how she could make me plead like that again and again. It always made me feel like I was back in training, a squire, wrapped with her in my master’s barracks letting her rub my clit until it was raw and swollen… I always tried my best to hold them in, but she was getting to me. Her pussy milked me, clamping down in waves, and drew another girlish plea from my lips, “Nnn… Nau-!♥”

She slid her fingers under my tunic and seized my right breast, squeezing it with her little claws, "So unfair, your cups floweth over and you get to sling that fat cock..." Her rasping voice wavered as she fought off waves of near-climax to taunt me.

My breasts were easily twice the size of hers, soft, heavy handfuls that had plenty of bounce. She was nearly flat, which was typical for a blade. Armor, axes, maces, those were typically gifted of chest. Not that I minded one bit, I liked my elf nimble and sharp. She pinched my nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it until it throbbed. I bucked up into her with a snarl, "Quit whining you filthy bitch… I'm happy to share."

"Oh fu-! Fuuuck!♥" she howled, and her arms snaked around my neck as I set a rigorous pace into her that made her whole body quake. I felt her slick folds clamp and twist around my girth. My hands dropped to her hips and dug in hard enough to bruise, fingers biting into iron-like flesh as I dragged her down hard onto every aching thrust.

slap!

slap!

slap! ♥

froth bubbled at my base, her pussy spluttered.

“Mmmhh-fuck!!!” her back arched high as I split her open, thriving within her spasming walls. Her teeth ground together, and drool spilled down her chin. Her whole body jerked in time with my thrusts, depositing a thick rim of cunt-froth at the base of my cock.

"Oh God! Oh ****, fuck-nnnggh-ha-haaah!" I slammed into her pelvis with devastating ****. Each impact brought a shudder through her form. She dragged her nails down my chest, lighting it ablaze. Then she fell forward, her cheek pressing tight against my tit, sticky with sweat, her mouth hung open in a whimpering scream. Drool rolled down in a cool trail to the bottom of my swollen bud, kissed by the night air. Each thrust stretched her out further, broke her in like a fresh set of leather gloves, "****, ah-f-fill me! Pump me full, breed me, please don’t stop!♥"

My lips pulled taut, a growl caught in my throat. Seeing her like this, stretched tight around the base of my cock, begging for more, Naught was more to me than a piece of equipment. She'd been a constant companion, a stalwart ally through every hellish mile. I'd never called her friend, we were something different, something more important than that. The truth of it was real, but unspoken.

"Fuck Naught-♥, my greedy little bitch…" I wrapped an arm around the small of her back and pulled her close as my cock swelled and throbbed in her belly. Her trembling form only rebounded into further throbbing, we were both circling the drain, about to come undone.

schlk♥

thwap♥

plap♥

smack♥

I bit the pointed tip of her salty ear and huffed, "I'm almost there..."

"It's been three days, your sack must be swollen and ready to burst..." she nuzzled against my breast, "I want it all-hah-flood my cunny, I want those drips to coat my thighs...♥"

The way she said it ripped away my last ounce of control, I pressed into her pussy, felt the grip of her hole spread wide around my base, like she wanted to pull my sack inside her, “Unhhhh” she shook into my chest, and my cock spewed into her, flooding her sucking little hole.

spurt! spurt! splurrt!

throb! gush! flood!♥ “Mm-Mo-orrrdd…♥”

pourrr♥

She bucked wild, grinding her clit into my pubic bone and bit my collarbone. Her whole body went rigid, as hard as the steel of her sword-form. Her cunt milked and gushed…

Squishhh!♥♥♥

“Mmmh-hah-ha-ha-mm-****…♥” She pressed her sweat-drenched forehead into my neck, “Not worth… the wait… You have to fuck me♥, nnnhhh, three-times-a-day…♥”