Melinir- The Pilgrimage

As the light crept into his eyes, he woke, looking over at the girl lying beside him in the huge bed. She looked so peaceful, tiny sleepy breaths making the white bedsheets rise and fall ever so slightly. She smelled fresh, like flowers and berries. Her smooth, shiny white skin was gorgeous, as was her black hair, strands of it sticking to her sweaty forehead, the pointy ear looked cute as it poked through the gap in her hair. She looked so peaceful.

Too bad he’d have to kick her out before his mother found her. There was no way the prince of Hallinir could be caught in bed with a common wood elf.

He didn’t really want to touch her again, in case she thought he’d become attached. He'd made that mistake before.

But he couldn't use her name, since he'd forgotten it. Much of last night way hazy.

He gave her dainty little shoulder a nudge, and she shuffled slightly, hair shuffling over her forehead. She stirred, emerald-green eyes opening a crack and glancing at him.

“Good morning, Prince Melinir.” Her cheeks rose into a beautiful smile that drew him back in; her cheeks had the cutest little freckles on them. Her teeth were so white.

“Good morning.” He ended the sentence abruptly, making sure not to drag it out and let her know he’d forgotten her name.

“Would you like to continue where we left off last night?” She opened the covers, allowing him to see her gorgeous, slender body again. She had the prettiest little red nipples, small but perky breasts, and the softest pubic hair he'd ever felt. He couldn't help but stroke it again.

The burn of arousal hit below his gut, made his heart flutter. The thought of being caught in the act crossed his mind, but there was no way he could pass this up.

He slid in beside her, kissing her thin lips deeply as their soft hands explored one another. Just her touch felt like a beautiful massage on his skin, everything she felt tingled.

He couldn’t deny the thrill of being with someone forbidden, someone considered beneath his station. Especially someone this sexy.

The morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets and entwined bodies. The wood elf’s touch was gentle but sure, igniting a fire within Prince Melinir that he couldn’t deny. As their passion flared, he pushed aside thoughts of his impending duties and responsibilities, losing himself in the moment with her.

The girl turned away from him, and bent over on all fours, looking over her shoulder at him, before spanking her own ass.

Prince Melinir couldn't help but chuckle at the playful gesture, the image of the wood elf's delicate form before him enough to push any lingering thoughts of being caught away for now. With a wicked grin, he reached out and spanked her gently, a feather-light touch that made her lean back and purr in response.

Their play became more intense, a dance of desire and submission that had Melinir captivated. He couldn't resist, and soon found himself slapping her ass harder, each strike leaving a bright pink blush upon her smooth, firm skin. The wood elf moaned and sighed, her body quivering with excitement as each spank echoed through the room.

Finally, he could hold back no longer. He positioned himself behind her, sliding into her with a single slow thrust. She gasped, her body tight around him as they began to move in tandem.

He gripped the silky smooth skin of her waist, using her hips to pull her back onto his raging cock as it slid in and out of her. Her breath caught in her throat.

Each stroke brought them closer to release, the tension between them building with every thrust. Sweat glistened on their skin, mingling with the scent of sex and desire. Her black hair hung down, as did the emerald earrings, and her cute breasts.

As he pounded into her, Melinir felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. He closed his eyes, lost in the moment, and forgot about everything but this. All that mattered was the wood elf beneath him, her body arching and swaying with his every movement.

He thrust into her, feeling her soft skin against his own, her silky hair cascading down her back. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her body matching each thrust. Each time his hips met her ass, the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with her gasps and sighs.

He couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, her body responding to his touch, her skin glistening with sweat. He felt invincible, untouchable, as he plunged into her time and time again. Each thrust brought him closer to release, and he could feel the heat building within him, the pressure mounting.