In Tri'lanna's pussy

You pull her face off your cock and lead her up to your head. The feel of her lithe body on yours is exciting. You kiss her deeply and stroke her skin. She passionately kisses and caresses you, her fingers petting your face and hair. You roll over, landing on top of her, never breaking the kiss. The Elf moans to your touch.

In a soft, sexy voice, she says something that you are almost certain means, "Take me, Hans. Fill my body with yours."

You wiggle your hips until you feel your fat cock head poised at her slick entrance. She definitely is ready and excited. You slide one arm down until it is under her butt. You push gently, thrusting the first inch of your shaft inside her slight body. Tri'lanna gasps. With slow, short strokes in and out, you inch your way into the Elf's body.

She sings a wordless melody with her squeals and moans, and clasps her legs around your torso. Her face is a mask of pleasure.

Then you feel a barrier to your progress inside her -- Tri'lanna's a virgin and she wants you to make her a woman! Blood surges to your stiffness, making it swell even bigger.

You pull back and then thrust in quickly, piercing her veil of purity instantly and filling her completely. Tri'lanna cries out, a dramatic change to her vocal music, which doesn't stop. You let her unused opening get accustomed to your thickness. After a minute, the elf maid pulls on your body with her heels and wiggles beneath you. Her voice leaves the darker song and returns to the earlier one. She's ready.

You withdraw and thrust into her again, setting a slow, but steady pace. Her pussy is very tight, but also very wet from her excitement. You find the sensation of fucking her incredible. Every time you push into her, Tri'lanna sings another phrase of her song of passion, and her hips rise to meet you. You have been with moaners and screamers, and some that make hardly a sound, but you've never been with a girl who sang while you plundered her body.

Your body propels you headlong into your passionate deflowering of the elf girl. Her music and dance give you such pleasure as you've never felt before. The horrors of the last few days start to retreat from the ecstasy upcoming.

As you fuck her, you kiss and nibble at her pale skin. Your lips and tongue seem to inflame her nearly as much as your thick penis. When you find her breast and suck at the nipple, her song reaches a crescendo and her body follows a few seconds later. The elf arches her back and her whole body quakes as she experiences her first orgasm from a human being inside her. Her inner muscles beat on your shaft relentlessly.

You feel your own orgasm approaching. You think that perhaps now, in the midst of war, may not be the best time for anyone to be pregnant, let alone an elf girl with a half-human child. You begin to pull out, but then the idea of creating new life as a balm against the **** and destruction of the demon army weighs in your mind as well. Meanwhile you pound away at the girl's flesh as she thrashes and warbles.

Which prevails -- reason or new life?