Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 4 by Xolodnik Xolodnik

Who are you?

Kyle

This one is a copy of "Well, Kyle" branch, but that one gives me bad gateway message, so sorry for the duplicate.

AI generated branch, please leave comments. Any feedback is appreciated.

Kyle awoke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to orient himself in the unfamiliar surroundings. He found himself lying on the soft, cool grass of a dense forest, the sunlight filtering through the leaves above, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air was crisp and clean, carrying with it the sweet scent of earth and leaves. But there was something else...something strange and intoxicating. He couldn't quite place it, but it seemed to fill his senses, making him feel oddly at ease despite his confusion. He sat up, wincing as the motion sent a wave of dizziness through him. He glanced around, taking in the towering trees that surrounded him on all sides, their trunks twisted and gnarled like the fingers of ancient giants. It was then that he noticed the distinct lack of any signs of civilization. No roads, no buildings, no other people. He was completely and utterly alone in the middle of the forest.

His heart began to race again as he tried to stand, but his legs buckled beneath him and he fell back to the ground with a groan. He clutched at his aching head, wondering how long he'd been ****. A rustle in the bushes nearby caught his attention, and he looked up to see a tall, slender figure emerging from the undergrowth. It was an elf, he realized with a start, a female elf with long, flowing blond hair and curves that seemed to defy gravity. She had the most captivating emerald green eyes he had ever seen. As she approached, he found himself unable to look away from her.

Her hips swayed hypnotically with each step, drawing his gaze to her curvy behind. He could feel himself growing harder beneath his clothes as he stared at her breasts, perfectly shaped and full, straining against the fabric of her flowing white dress. Her long hair cascaded down over her shoulders and back, shimmering like spun gold in the sunlight. Kyle's mind reeled with confusion and desire as he watched her approach. Was she real? Was this all some sort of bizarre dream? And why did he feel so drawn to her?

As she drew near, he finally found the courage to speak. "You're...an elf?" he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper.

The tall elf stopped a few feet away, her emerald green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yes, I am," she replied, her voice soft and melodic. "And who might you be?"

Kyle felt a blush creep up his neck as he realized he had no good idea how to answer this question. "Um...Kyle?" he ventured tentatively.

The elf raised an eyebrow. "Kyle," she repeated, rolling the name around on her tongue. "That's an interesting name. And where do you come from, Kyle?"

Kyle shook his head, still feeling dazed. "I-I don't know," he stammered. "I just...I don't remember anything. One moment I was in my apartment, and then the next, I woke up here."

The elf studied him for a moment, her expression a mix of sympathy and curiosity. "It's alright," she said gently, taking a step closer. "I'm sure whatever happened will become clearer in time. For now, you should rest here with me." She gestured to a nearby clearing where a small stream bubbled over smooth, round stones. "My name is Syliana," she continued, "and I will take care of you until you are well enough to find your way back home."

Kyle couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him as he listened to her speak. There was something about her voice, her presence...it was comforting, reassuring. He nodded, finding the strength to stand once more, and followed her across the forest floor to the inviting clearing. As they sat by the stream, she began to tell him stories of her people, of their history and their customs. He found himself utterly captivated by her tales, losing track of time as they sat there, the sun dipping lower in the sky, bathing them in its golden light.

As the day gave way to evening, Syliana laid a blanket out for him to lie on, tucking him in with a soft, gentle hand. She sat nearby, watching him for a while, her emerald green eyes twinkling in the firelight as she stoked the flames of a small campfire. "You know," she said thoughtfully, breaking the silence, "if you really did come from another world...if that's what brought you here...then the chances of you ever getting back are slim."

Kyle's heart sank at her words, but he couldn't deny the sense of peace that washed over him as he listened to her speak. "I know," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire. "But...I don't want to leave. Not yet. Not if it means leaving all this behind." He gestured around at the forest, the campfire, Syliana herself. "Here, with you... I feel at peace."

The elf smiled, her emerald eyes shining with unspoken emotion. "I am honored that you feel that way, Kyle," she said gently. "But you must understand that your place is not here, with us. Your life, your purpose, lies somewhere else. You must find the courage to return to it."

As the night deepened, Kyle found himself growing more and more content where he was. Syliana's stories, her presence, her eyes...they all seemed to envelop him, to make him feel as though he truly belonged here. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the fire and the softness of the ground lull him into a deep, contented sleep.

He was awoken sometime later by the feel of warm breath on his neck, and the sensation of being held tightly against a soft, feminine form. Syliana's large breast were pressed tight to his chest, and he could feel her heart racing. In the dim light of the stars, he could make out the look of desire in her eyes. He felt a thrill of excitement course through him as he realized she was getting drunk on his sweat.

"Syliana," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "What are you doing?"

She moaned softly, her hips grinding against his. "I...I can't help it," she managed to say between ragged breaths. "Your scent...it's intoxicating. It's making me lose control." Her hands slipped down his chest, tracing slow, sensual patterns over his skin. "I am so hot now Kyle, I feel so wet down there."

Kyle felt his heart racing in time with hers, his body responding to her touch. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together in the night air. He could feel her hands fumbling with the laces of his clothes, and he helped her undo them, eager to be closer to her.

As she slipped off his shirt, revealing his bare chest to the cool night breeze, she gasped. "You are so strong, Kyle," she breathed, running her hands over his defined muscles. "I have never felt anything like this before." She leaned forward, her lips finding his nipple, and she began to suckle gently, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him.

He couldn't help but glance down at her head, noticing the wedding ring on her finger. The thought of her being married sent a pang of jealousy through him, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. He decided to confront her about it. "Syliana," he said, his voice rough with desire. "Your ring..."

She looked up at him, confusion clouding her eyes. "Yes?"

"It...it means you're married, right?" he asked, feeling a mixture of anger and envy welling up inside him.

Her expression shifted from confusion to understanding, and then back to desire. "Yes," she whispered, reaching up to touch his cheek gently. "I am married. Please, I want it so much. I know I am a cheating wife, but I can't help myself." She leaned forward, her lips finding his ear. "Your body...it feels so good, Kyle. So right. I want you inside me." Her hands moved lower, slipping between them to stroke his hardening length. "Please, please do not deny me."

Kyle felt his resolve wavering. He had never been with a married woman before, and the thrill of the forbidden was almost too much to resist. As she continued to plead with him, her eyes filling with tears, he found himself giving in. "Alright," he whispered, his voice rough with desire and the knowledge that he was crossing a line. "But only if you tell me more about your husband. What does he do? What does he look like?"

Syliana's tears spilled over, trailing down her cheeks. "He is a good man," she said, her voice catching in her throat. "He is a woodsman, and he works tirelessly to provide for our people. He is strong, and handsome...but he had never made me feel the way you do." She leaned forward, kissing him passionately as her hands moved up to undo his trousers. "Please, Kyle," she murmured into his mouth. "Take me."

Kyle felt a surge of power course through him as he finally gave in to his desire. He helped her push his trousers down, revealing his aching erection to the cool night air. Syliana gasped at the sight of it, her hands shaking as she reached out to touch it. "It's so big," she breathed, her eyes wide with wonder and lust. "I've never felt anything like this before." She leaned forward, taking it into her mouth and running her tongue around the head before taking him deep inside her mouth.

Her lips were warm and soft, and she moved expertly, sucking and licking in a way that sent waves of pleasure through Kyle's body. He could feel his control slipping away as he began to lose himself in the sensations she was creating. As she continued to work on him, he couldn't help but wonder about her husband. "How does he...?" he managed to ask between gasps. "Does his size compares to mine?"

Syliana pulled away from him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh, he's good," she purred, "but not as good, not as big as you." Her hands moved up to his thighs, pushing her mouth deeper down his length. She feels his cock head bumping on her throat, and looks up to see his eyes, to ask his help. Without hesitation, he guides her, and she takes him deeper still, feeling the full weight of his length in her throat. She gags and chokes, she cannot breath at all and has to hold her breath, but she doesn't want to let him go. She wants to feel every inch of him, to make him feel as good as he's making her feel.

Her fingers dig into his thighs as she nests his cock deep in her throat, the tip of her tongue swirling around the base of his cock. Suddenly, she feels the grip on her hair tighten, her head get violently lurched forward, and her nose hits his pubic bone. It's painful, but her tongue does not stop to lick his balls, when his hot cum spills over the end of her throat and flows down her stomach.

"Fuck, Syliana!" Kyle groans, his body shuddering with release. "That was...unbelievable." He feels a surge of power and lust course through him as he looks down at her, breathless and satisfied. The full moon above them casts an ethereal glow over her pale skin, making her features seem almost otherworldly. The thought of her husband, working tirelessly in the forest while she's here with him, fills him with a sense of illicit thrill.

With a sigh, he releases her hair, allowing her to take a deep breath. She looks up at him, her eyes shining with desire and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers. "That was...more than I could have ever hoped for." She leans in, kissing his balls gently before feeling his hardness rising again. "Wow, my husband could never go back up after that," she giggles. "He'd be so jealous."

Kyle looks down the line of Syliana's body, from her head, with its wild curls of hair, down to her full breasts and flat stomach, to the curls between her legs. He can't resist the temptation to claim her again. "I don't know how your husband does it," he murmurs, grabbing her hair in a tight grip. "I will fuck you so that you would never do it with him again." With that his roughly throws her down the ground right on her chest, Syliana makes a little gasp of pain. Her hair spreads over the grass, her breasts are pressed against the cold earth, her legs spread wide and her sex open for him.

Her wet slit drops a bead of her juices as he roughly pushes his cock into her, her body welcoming the invasion with a moan. He grabs her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin, and thrusts hard, forcing his length deeper inside her. Syliana's breath hitches in her throat, her eyes roll back in her head as the sensation of being so full and claimed overwhelms her. Her nails scrape against the ground, leaving furrows in the earth, as she tries to find purchase to match his brutal pace.

Kyle gets faster and faster with his thrusts. He grabs her hair again and pulls her back at him, her back touching his chest. "Kiss me you elven slut!" he demands, and she obeys, her lips meeting his. Their tongues dance as he fucks her, her teeth graze his lower lip, her breath mingling with his. She arches her back, pushing her breasts into the cold earth, offering them to him. He cups one breast in his hand, squeezing it roughly before taking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisting. Syliana lets out a gasp, her body shuddering from the combined sensations of pain and pleasure.

Her hands grip the ground, her nails digging into the soil as she feels the familiar tension building inside her. She knows she's close, so close to that overwhelming release. Kyle senses it too, and he pushes her harder, faster, deeper. His cock throbs inside her, stretching her to the limit, and she can feel his own impending climax. With one final thrust, he pushes her over the edge, his hot cum spilling deep inside her. Her body convulses with pleasure, her inner walls milking his cock as she cries out in ecstasy. "Get pregnant with my baby, you fucking elf!" he growls, his voice hoarse with desire.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her bearings. The full moon above them casts a pale light across their sweaty, entwined forms. She can feel Kyle's seed moving inside her, pushing against her womb. The thought of carrying his child fills her with a mixture of excitement and fear. She knows that her husband will never forgive her if he finds out about this, but the lust inside of her is too powerful to ignore. "Kyle," she says trying to catch her breath, "you should... know that," she gets on her knees and begins clean his dick with her tongue, "I can only get pregnant after a special ritual. It's something we elves have to do. You won't get me pregnant so easy. I'm so sorry."

Her words send a shiver down Kyle's spine. He grins, "Oh, fuck. I've got plenty of time to make sure you get pregnant with my baby. And if it means you have to go through some ritual, then I'll just have to make sure you do it often." He growls, grabbing her by the neck, "You are fine with hosting me in your house for a couple of weeks, right?"

His hands grip her neck really tight, she tries to answer, but she can't get a noise through. She nods her head up and down in agreement, still unable to speak. He lets go of her neck, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. "Good slut. Now, why don't we go to sleep. Make sure to wake me up with a nice blowjob, okay?"

He rolls off of her, pulling her body into his as they lie on their sides, spooning. She can feel his cock still hard against her back, and her own wetness still on her thighs. The grass beneath them is cool and damp, and the night air carries a chill that seems to sink into their bones. But the closeness they share, the bond they've forged in this moment, makes her feel warm and safe.

What's next?

More fun
Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)