Over the Mountain (Warhammer: Vermintide 2)

An elf was a rare sight in the human town’s tavern, her natural beauty entranced you instantly and though it was perhaps a reckless decision, she was the one that you asked to guide you through the forested mountain pass. With a green veil covering the bottom half of her face, the pale skin around her black eyes was all that she allowed you to see and yet she seemed equal parts curious and amused by your proposition.

Having not said a single word, she silently and gracefully stood up, gingerly grasping your hand and guiding you to the back of the tavern. The other bar patrons eyed you enviously while passing them, until the two of you were in a secluded backroom with tables, chairs and benches. There was hardly time to register the fact that she had unbuckled your pants and with staggering strength, she pushed you back and you landed in a comfy seat.

“What are you doing?” You sputtered, confused by this strange, but welcome turn of events. “A-are you going to help me?”

“Aye, I’ll lead the clumsy lumberfoot through the forest, but first I’ll need this beast to settle down.” She emphasized her point with a stinging slap to your hard dick as it popped out, “Unless your intention was to swing it around like a club. Did you think I would not notice a massive piece of meat?”

“Sorry!” You apologized profusely, “It’s just that when I saw- Ow!” The elf delivered another harsh smack of the hand, causing the cock to topple around like a toy with no sign of going flaccid. There was a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she took gently grasped it between her fingers.

“Yes, I know what you saw. Have a good look mayfly, you may worship me.” She teased, vulgarly placing her obscured face side by side with your cock. The elf almost seemed to be measuring it, gauging the length compared to her head. “I suppose there’s little choice then, your companion here will need to be coaxed into relaxing.”

Blessed Ranald, let my luck hold! You quickly pray in your mind and sure enough the elf timidly begins stroking, her other hand leisurely propped against your leg. She certainly seemed less accustomed to handjobs than ****! “S-since you’re going to help me and you’re doing… this,“ You started, “May I know your name?”

“Kerillian will do for our purposes.” The elf replied curtly, her small dexterous hand was speeding up as she gained confidence. “You need not introduce yourself, it will be clear when I address you.” You feel like she’s smirking behind her veil, though you hear the faintest grunt of exertion as she continues to steadily jerk you off. While it’s a bit dry, her gloves are soft and cut so that her bare fingers poke through and make direct contact with your shaft.

“Such short lives you glaikit mayflies suffer through, it’s no wonder breeding is all that’s ever on your mind.” She mused mockingly, staring into your eyes as you gazed back into her’s. “Did you think to bed me, the strange and mysterious elf? That you would leave your legacy in my belly?”

“No!” You hastily denied, “I wouldn’t, I didn’t!”

“It could be unwise to anger me mayfly, while I hold something you find so precious.” Kerillian’s black eyes narrowed, her clenching fist squeezing the throbbing meat between her fingers, “Tell me the truth.”

“Uh…” You mumble, mustering whatever answer that doesn’t get you killed. The elf has a deadly look as she patiently waits, “Yes? I wanted to lay with you.”

“There, not so hard?” Kerillian tilted her head, the hand she had noisily squelching around your cock began to go faster, “Though I suppose this monster certainly is, the size is noteworthy.” After marveling at your penis, she flashes a hostile glare at you, “Don’t let it get to your head mayfly! We don’t have all day, it’s about time that you finished.” You nodded and she redoubled her efforts, the soft fingers curled around your cock sliding ever faster, pushing you towards emptying your balls in Kerillian’s grasp.

“This is all you’re ever going to get lumberfoot, so enjoy it.” The elf taunted, “It would drive a human mad, to feel the hot, wet embrace of a daughter of Loren, such pleasure would be ruinous.” Kerillian’s hand was a blur now, urging your cock to explode in her palm as she continued speaking. “Hah! Could you imagine it, such weak mayfly seed erupting inside me like a geyser, sloshing around inside. O’ course it would all be a waste as it would never take hold.”

There was a feeling of tightness coiling around your throbbing testicles, a heavy load was rising up fast and about to burst out. Kerillian could sense it and deliberately aimed the pulsing penis away from her, just as the first shot blasted out. A few thick ropes of white spunk were milked out, steadily splattering uselessly onto the floor.

“Mhmm, a dangerous volume.” She approvingly hummed, “I wished for a more interesting life and it seems that at last, I’ve found one.” As the last of your semen dribbled out, she finally released your spent member with a cheeky click of her tongue. “Clean up the mess mayfly, you sully this tavern with your… visible disgrace.” As she began to leave, she turned back again, “Oh, and prepare to leave in an hour. I’ve arrangements that need to be tended to.”

Hopefully you made it through the mountain with this elf in one piece!