Leaving.

Selan woke up with a groan, looking at his side he saw that Francesca had rolled over in her sleep and snuggled against him, while her right hand lied possessively on his cock, and her head rested on his chest. Selan smiled, his own hand lied on Francesca's delectable bubble butt. Two of his fingers pressed against her cinnamon ring, and as he slipped them past her rosebud, the brunette moaned softly, while she pressed her honeybox against the half-elf's leg.

Selan kept pumping his fingers in and out of Francesca's pliable bunghole at a slow, relaxed pace.

Eventually a soft, short shriek left her throat, and the half-elf felt his leg getting soaked with the brunette's gelatinous juices. Francesca's eyes slowly opened, and she blinked a few times before her sapphire blue eyes locked with the half-elf's violet ones.

?Good morning.? Selan said with a grin, as his fingers started to move around in her ass again.

?It is.? Francesca moaned. ?I was afraid that everything that happened yesterday, was just a really, really good dream? She added, as she raised her head from Selan's chest and kissed him.

Then, when Francesca noticed how the head of Selan's rapidly engorged cock was lying on his chest, she smiled at him, and took the plump, crown of his monstercock in her mouth. They both lied their for a while, Selan fingerfucked Francesca's ass, while she sucked on the crown of his cock like it was a popsicle. It didn't take too long before both of them climaxed, Francesca's cheeks billowed out as a load of the half-elf's spunk was pumped down her throat, and Selan received another blast of girlcum on his leg.

Both of them relaxed in bed a little longer, until Selan eventually got out. Francesca groaned in disapproval. ?Stay a little longer.? She begged. ?There are plenty of other things we can do in bed.? The brunette added in a naughty tone of voice, as she shot him a come-hither look.

Selan chuckled in response.

?As much as I want to, we need our energy on the road.? Selan explained, while his eyes never left Francesca's massive, gravity defying tits. ?So I'm going to fix up some food for breakfast.? He quickly added, as he shot into his clothes. Selan heard Francesca giggle, as he shut the door of his bedroom.

Before he went to the kitchen however, Selan went to his mother's room to wake her up and check on her. She had been able to keep last night's dinner down, and had been laughing and joking like before. At the moment she was snoring like a cave bear, and her forehead still felt normal. Selan then called for her to wake up, and shook her a couple of times, but she stayed asleep.

?I'm sure she wakes up when she smells food.? Selan muttered as he went to the kitchen.

It didn't take long before the table was filled with bacon, eggs and sausages. And Selan's instincts proved right when his mother walked out of her bedroom as soon as a plate hit the table. She was wearing a red dress, that showed plenty of leg and a lot of cleavage. Selan cocked an eyebrow, and Anja grinned in return.

?Like the dress?? Anja asked. ?Seeing as your going on an adventure, I thought I might use it on Old Sam and get a good deal for the food and drink I'll have to buy.?

?Threats of **** didn't work any more?? Selan said with a smile. ?I'm pretty sure that you'll give the old fart a heart attack though. If he doesn't get one from seeing you in that dress, he'll get one from seeing that dagger strapped to your leg.? He pointed out, after his mother shot him a angry look.

Selan's mother ?humphed? and sat down to enjoy her breakfast, and just when the half-elf was about to get Francesca, she entered the living room. Selan stared at her, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. Francesca had slipped out of her robes, and was wearing something a little more comfortable for the road. A deep blue blouse was stretched out over her expansive chest, with enough buttons undone to show how her locket disappeared in her cleavage. The brunette's legs were clad in a black skirt, that nearly reached her calves, but the high slits on both sides still showed plenty of leg.

Francesca smiled at Selan's stupefied expression. ?I guess you like it?? She asked him.

?I love it!? Selan replied, as he locked eyes with her.

?Good! Now let's eat!? Anja said, and everyone agreed with her on that.

After breakfast, Selan decided to pack his things. His mother had given him her backpack, and he was packing his clothes when he heard someone behind him. Hoping it was Francesca he spun around, but saw his mother standing there carrying a sword. It was not her own sword, even in it's sheath Selan could tell that the blade of the sword was slightly longer, and not as wide as the one his mother carried.

?So this is how it ends.? Selan said dramatically. ?A mother, killing her own son for insulting her cooking too many times.?

?Don't be a smart-ass right now, Selan.? Anja said seriously. ?And at least my cooking was better than that of your father!? She added in defense.

?Alright, alright.? Selan sighed. ?Now, who's sword is that??

?It's yours.? Anja answered. ?Your father made it before he left, together with the smith.?

Anja handed him the sword, and Selan observed it. The handle was wrapped in pitch black leather, and the guard appeared to be a dragon, or some sort of lizard, with it's mouth open from which the blade portruded. The scabbard appeared to be made from a dark black wood, the black scabbard displayed a silver leaf. As Selan pulled the blade from the scabbard, he was surprised to see that instead of dull gray in color, the blade had had a blue-green hue to it.

?I don't even know how to fight with a sword.? Selan, sighed as he sheated the sword. ?I'm far better with bow and arrow.?

?Not many people have elven swords, and those who do are to be respected. Because they were either strong and skilled enough to defeat an elf, or are considered equals by them and have deserved a sword of their own to be made.? Anja explained, but to Selan it sounded more like he had a giant bulls-eye painted on his back. But the sword was still a gift from his father, so he could not bring himself to leave it.

?Then I guess I should learn how to use it quickly.? Selan grumbled, as his mother handed him a sword belt to strap it on.

After Selan had packed everything and strapped his longbow and a full quiver to his back, Francesca and him said their goodbyes to his mother. Anja had given them a map as a going away present, and told them to come back safely.

As they walked, Francesca told Selan of her life. How she did not know who her father was, and that she had a sister two years older than her. As well as how her mother had passed away when she was fourteen and how she was sent to the local temple as an acolyte of the gods, and her older sister to the University of Magi because of her magic capabilities.

In turn Selan had told her of his life in Greyrock, how his mother was a runaway Ciry who had eloped with his father. How his father had left them when he was twelve because a woman was chasing him, even though he was married.

After they were done talking, Francesca pointed out the plants which had healing capabilities and how you should prepare them. Selan taught her how to shoot with bow and arrow, as it turned out she was pretty talented and shot a rabbit for dinner. But eventually night came, and they sought a secluded spot to eat, and eventually sleep...