An Elf All For Herself

“Would ya... like me ta make a show o’ it?” Beryl tentatively asks.

“Yes.” Krvavy replies without hesitation, looking the lithe elf up and down.

Suddenly much more nervous, Beryl takes a deep breath as she unbuckles her bark bracers. Placing them on the ground beside the hot spring pool, the tanned elf turns her gaze back to Krvavy with a subdued smile on her face.

Keeping her eyes locked onto the barbarian, Beryl reaches to her sides and unties the knots holding her wooden breastplate in place. As her breastplate falls to the ground the green tunic worn beneath it is fully revealed, and her hands immediately make their way to it.

Grabbing at the hem over her hips, the elf tantalizingly lifts her top up, slowly twirling around as she does so. Bit by bit, her toned belly is revealed, the skin covering it is ever so slightly lighter than on her hands and face.

Her midriff is incredibly well-defined, almost unnaturally smooth and taught. But unlike Krvavy’s exaggerated abs, the belly of this tomboyish elf exudes elegance and grace, looking more like the strong core of a dancer or gymnast.

Beryl’s body turns away as the green tunic lifts up high enough to expose her breasts, bound in a grey fabric wrapped around her torso. But in doing so she reveals her back. Strength and beauty are on full display from Beryl’s shoulders to her lower back, and something about it just draws Krvavy in. While her abs weren’t individually defined, the muscles here are, though they don’t look out of place on the elf’s slim body.

Tossing the tunic aside, Beryl glances back over her shoulder with a playful twinkle in her eye. She then begins to bend down at the waist, putting her firm rear in the tight leather pants on full display. The lithe elf bends down more and more, stopping only when her head is near her knees, where her upside down face winks at Krvavy from between her own legs.

The flexible elf begins to loosen the bark armour on her legs and untie her boots, all the while wiggling her tight ass. Letting the wooden armour fall to the ground, Beryl slowly straightens back up, sensually trailing her hands along her form-fitting pants as she does so.

Still facing away from Krvavy, the wood elf leans slightly to one side and lifts a leg up, once more showing off her flexibility. Pointing it straight up into the air, almost as if she is doing the splits while standing on a single leg, Beryl takes off her boot and the sock beneath it. Tossing both aside she slowly lowers her leg and repeats all that with her other side.

Now standing with just the bindings around her breasts and the tight pants clinging to her legs, Beryl glances back over her shoulder one more time, smiling widely as she sees Krvavy’s entranced gaze. Grabbing onto the waistband of her pants, the tomboyish elf begins to slowly shimmy them down over her shapely ass, gyrating her hips in a circle as she does so.

Sinking between the firm mounds of her ass is a grey strip of fabric similar to those binding her breasts. It seems she has wrapped up her hips in a basic form of underwear, keeping just the most important parts covered up.

As her leather pants continue their journey down, the light caramel flesh of her toned legs is revealed bit by bit. Her legs are nearly as toned as her belly, and just like the lithe elf’s midriff they exude elegant strength.

Beryl steps out of her pants and finally turns back around, flushing with arousal and with anticipation clear on her face.

The tanned wood elf playfully brings a hand up to her chest, resting her arm across her covered breasts. Her other hand goes behind her back, and with a single tug causes the bindings to fall away.

Her breasts are not hidden completely by her arm, as Krvavy can see the swell to them. They are possibly around a B-cup in size, perhaps a little smaller. To the elf they are nice handfuls of firm flesh, and Krvavy can hardly wait to see what they are like in her own hands.

Focusing so much attention on those tanned elvish breasts almost makes Krvavy miss Beryl untying the last of her underwear and letting it drop down. Just like the rest of the elf’s lithe body, Beryl’s slit is smooth and hairless. She is dripping wet, with her fluids visibly running down her thighs, and a quick glance at the discarded undergarment shows it to have a soaked spot as well.

“Like what ya see, my dearest love~?” Beryl purrs out, slowly stalking towards Krvavy, sensually placing one foot in front of the next.

The pure arousal pouring from the tomboyish wood elf’s mouth causes Krvavy’s long since hardened rod to twitch beneath her loincloth, causing the fur pelt to fall aside and drawing the elf’s attention down.

Beryl stares wide-eyed at Krvavy’s exposed cock, a look of surprise across her face.

Guilt flashes through Krvavy, as she realizes that she didn’t tell Beryl about this. From what Beryl has said, she is a lesbian. She probably wouldn’t like this, if it wasn’t for the collar. “Sorry... I should have told you about this... It just passed my mind...”

The sound of guilt in Krvavy’s voice shakes the elf out of her shock. “Ach, no! There is nothin’ ya got ta be sorry about! Ya just caught me off guard, is all!”

“It’s just that, well, you like women yeah? I should have been more upfront, even with the... you know...” Krvavy mumbles out, crestfallen.

“Ach, stop tha’! Ah’m not disgusted or anything, so don’t ya worry! Ah’m actually happy that ya’re one of those Draklings!” Beryl professes, grabbing onto Krvavy’s hands. “And yeah, Ah know about that. Ya don’t live as long as Ah ‘ave without learning a bit about the others who walk these lands.”

Standing on the tips of her toes, Beryl gives Krvavy a quick peck on her lips. “Ah’m actually real happy ya have tha’, ya know? Ah ‘ave never slept with a man, or a woman like ya. Ya’d be my first~! Oh, how happy Ah am ta share tha’ wit’ ya~!”

“But it isn’t just tha’ Ah’m happy about. Because ya ‘ave this thick spear,” the elf purrs out as her hands grip onto Krvavy’s shaft, “Ah can have yer children~! Oh, Ah’m so...” the elf tears up, “Ah never thought...! And even when ya’re gone, years and years from now, Ah’ll have our children and children’s children ta keep me company!”

The sudden talk of children catches Krvavy off guard, which the elf quite obviously notices. “Ach, don’t ya worry about ‘aving children right now! We Elves aren’t the easiest ta breed, and this is a safe time fer me! And even when it isn’t safe fer tha’, Ah can mix up some herbs together keep from catching the swelling sickness~! Ah should probably do that fer yer other girls, yeah?”

Krvavy nods at that, a bit shocked at having gotten really worried and then reassured in such a short time. Wanting to get her mind off of that more serious topic, Krvavy brings one hand down to her waist to begin untying her loincloth while her other hand goes up to Beryl’s face, cupping the elf’s cheek.

Dropping her loincloth to the ground, and kicking it aside, Krvavy gazes down into Beryl’s beautiful blue-green eyes. They really are like gemstones. Her scaled thumb pokes at the elf’s lip, and without breaking eye contact Beryl opens her mouth and gently suckles on it.

The sight of that causes lust to shoot through Krvavy, her cock throbbing in Beryl’s hands. But Krvavy doesn’t give in and actively tries to resist that lust. She wants to stay in control for this, so that she can make this special for Beryl.

Stooping down, Krvavy pulls her thumb from Beryl’s mouth and claims those lips with her own, filling her mouth with a faintly fruity flavour. She planned on going a bit slow and being more romantic with the kiss, but that plan is thrown out the window as Beryl eagerly and enthusiastically begins to kiss Krvavy back.

It immediately becomes apparent that Beryl is much, much more experienced at kissing than Krvavy is. The elf’s nimble tongue is dancing around Krvavy’s mouth, wrestling the barbarian’s inhumanly long tongue with ease.

Lust spiking up once more, Krvavy leans further into Beryl and hungrily forces her tongue into the elf’s mouth. Beryl quickly falls into a more submissive role, letting Krvavy’s tongue explore her mouth, though the tomboyish wood elf is far from passive and seems to guide Krvavy as she does so.

Despite the increasingly aggressive kiss, Beryl’s hands continue to stroke Krvavy’s long shaft. It almost feels like the elf is trying to memorize each and every detail of Krvavy’s cock with how much care she is putting in her movements.

Even though Beryl should just as unskilled as Thea was, the elf’s nimble hands are bringing much more pleasure to Krvavy than those of the bratty noble. Her fingers trace along the ridged rod, playfully trailing up to the head where they tease the tip and collect Krvavy’s pre, spreading it all along the stiff length.

Krvavy abruptly pulls back from the kiss, leaving Beryl looking a little bit disappointed until she sees the sheer lust in Krvavy’s eyes.

Firmly grabbing onto the lithe elf’s shoulders, Krvavy forces Beryl back towards the warm water falling down from the hot spring above them. Beryl seems a bit confused as to why Krvavy has soaked the both of them. That bewilderment only deepens as Krvavy steps back and drags the elf towards her, taking Beryl out of the showering water as quickly as she had pushed her in.

Beryl puts aside her confusion as Krvavy’s gaze hungrily takes in her now glistening form. The tomboyish wood elf’s tanned body is even more alluring to Krvavy, her athletic and graceful figure almost glowing in the dim light of the hot springs.

Krvavy stops the elf as she leans in for another kiss. As much as Krvavy has grown to love kissing, she has something better in mind.

Carefully lowering her self to the ground and bringing the wood elf with her, Krvavy lies back onto the warm stone. Her hips jut up into the air, as her thick tail keeps them from lying flat on the ground, which causes her stiff cock to twitch in need.

Beryl’s eyes are drawn to Krvavy’s crotch, her hands reaching out to give the barbarian some relief. But once again Krvavy stops her, grabbing onto the elf’s hips and dragging her up.

“Oh~!” Beryl gasps out in pleasure as Krvavy forcibly makes the elf straddle her face. Despite their size Krvavy’s horns do not get in the way of that, instead they help keep the elf in place. The lower pair rest comfortably against the curve of Beryl’s firm ass, cupping the cheeks and giving her a place to rest against. The upper pair of horns give the elf handles to hold onto, which she happily uses as she looks down between her legs, staring lovingly at Krvavy’s lust filled eyes.

Grabbing onto Beryl’s athletic thighs, her fingers digging into the firm flesh, Krvavy begins to explore her elf’s soaked slit. Without any hesitation, the tip of her long tongue begins to trail around Beryl’s lower lips, making sure to use the fleshy bumps along the upper edges to give her elf even more pleasure.

Krvavy has never eaten out another woman before, especially not in this body with this overly sexual tongue. But she has a general idea on what to do, as she knows what feels good from her time outside of this game and in the real world, as Leanna. Though the fact that Beryl seems to have a rather fruity flavour to her is kind of odd, but not unpleasant. Just the pervert developers at it again...

Taking advantage of her long and surprisingly dexterous tongue, Krvavy continues to trail it around while she brings her attention to Beryl’s clit. It is fairly small and looks rather pointy, with a very narrow tip. A bit odd, but not ugly or unappealing in any way.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Krvavy opens her mouth and engulfs the thin elvish clit, along with the rest of Beryl’s slit. It isn’t the easiest thing to do, with her long tongue now pressed slightly inside of the elf, but Krvavy is able to focus her attention on Beryl’s clit while her tongue continues to roam around. The position is a bit awkward, with just the upper half of her mouth available, but she is able to gently apply suction and lavish it in half-kisses.

Beryl’s whole body quivers as Krvavy accidentally grazes her teeth against the elf’s sensitive nub. That sounded like Beryl enjoyed that, so Krvavy does it again. “Ah luhv yah...!” the elf slurs out in a moan, her thighs clenching tightly around Krvavy’s head.

The tomboyish wood elf can only handle a few more seconds of that before she climaxes, sweet fruity juices gushing out onto Krvavy. Leaning forwards and nearly collapsing, only able to hold herself up because of Krvavy’s upper horns, Beryl’s whole body twitches near uncontrollably.

Getting carried away by the lust clouding her mind, Krvavy doesn’t even so much as slow down as her elf orgasms. In fact, it just spurs her on, getting more aggressive with her tongue and penetrating it into Beryl.

“OH~! Luhv~!” The elf moans out as Krvavy’s tongue begins to feverishly explore her insides. Twisting around, Krvavy’s tongue gradually thrusts all the way into Beryl, hitting the entrance to her womb with enough **** to make the elf gasp out.

Krvavy pauses for a moment, her ignored cock twitching in the hot steamy air. Her green lust-filled eyes gaze up at the loving half-lidded aquamarine eyes of the elf sitting on her face. Without any warning, Krvavy’s tongue begins frantically pistoning into Beryl, causing the elf to jerk upright as another orgasm forces its way through her.

The lust and arousal clouds Krvavy’s mind more and more, blocking out everything but Beryl’s delicious moans, the sweet fruity taste of her juices, and the feeling of her muscles clenching around Krvavy’s tongue.

At some point Beryl had fallen backwards onto Krvavy’s body, though the barbarian has not loosened her grip on the elf’s thighs in the slightest. But that put Beryl’s head near Krvavy’s **** cock, which seems to have given her an idea. Firmly grabbing onto the turgid shaft, Beryl tilts her head back and plants a kiss at the tip.

The sudden sensation causes Krvavy to buck her hips up, pushing her rod against the elf’s face. Beryl eagerly opens her mouth, accepting Krvavy’s cock between her lips, but either due to the size or her inexperience all the elf can get in is the head.

Beryl relaxes her mouth, gently suckling at the tip, and lets the lust-drunk Krvavy buck her hips up again and again. Each thrust gradually forces more and more of her cock into Beryl’s mouth and then into her throat, only stopping when the top of the elf’s head rests against Krvavy’s pelvis and the thrusts can’t go any deeper.

Pleasure shoots through Krvavy each time the elf swallows and moves her tongue. The sensation of Beryl’s tight throat clenching around the tip of her shaft quickly overwhelms the barbarian. Her lengthy cock twitches and the movements of her tongue become more frantic, pumping her thick cum down Beryl’s throat and straight into the elf’s stomach.

But that pleasure isn’t enough to satisfy Krvavy’s lust. It isn’t enough to clear the horny haze from her mind.

Losing herself to the pleasure, Krvavy’s tongue continues frantically pistoning into her elf’s quivering slit, gulping down Beryl’s juices and her own saliva. Likewise, Beryl’s lips remain wrapped around Krvavy’s cock, each moan sending pleasant vibrations across Krvavy’s length.

The pleasure bleeds together in Krvavy’s lust-drunk mind, the convulsions of Beryl’s orgasms become a constant as the barbarian no longer has the presence of mind to tell when one ends and another starts.

Just as yet another high washes over Krvavy, spurting more of her cream into Beryl’s belly, a sharp metallic taste fills her mouth. Even like this, she knows what blood tastes like. The shock of that realization snaps her out of the haze of pleasure.

In a bit of a panic, Krvavy tries to pull back from Beryl, but only slams her head into the stone ground.

Slightly dazed, she lifts the elf’s hips up and drags Beryl up off of her body. A wet pop rings out as Beryl’s lips are pulled off Krvavy’s cock, the tanned elf trying desperately trying to suck down the last few spurts of thick cream which shoot out into the air, instead raining down onto her face and chest.

Beryl is left **** and gasping as Krvavy moves her aside and sits up.

Krvavy sighs out in relief, rubbing the back of her head. She didn’t need to panic like that, as the metallic taste was only from her teeth sinking into the supple flesh around Beryl’s slit just enough to draw blood. The bite mark doesn’t seem anywhere near bad enough to worry about. The same can’t be said about Beryl’s thighs though, as Krvavy is filled with guilt at seeing how her fingers left long bloody scratch marks across Beryl’s tanned flesh.

Beryl’s hips buck up from what seems to be another orgasm as Krvavy’s eyes trail up her firm form, the tanned skin glistening and glazed with Krvavy’s cum.

The elf’s breathing has stabilized quite a bit, though she is still panting out the occasional gasp. Her bloodshot eyes have rolled back in her head and her face is an absolute mess, with the cum and saliva mixing together and dripping up all the way into her hair.

But other than the honestly kind of disgusting mess that Krvavy has made of her face, Beryl seems mostly fine. She has clearly gotten a bit overwhelmed with the pleasure, but she can handle it. Probably.

“Luhv...?” Beryl moans out, her eyes lazily focusing on Krvavy. “Thaht whassh... haahhh...” Her hands shakily make their way down between her legs, where they spread out her slightly gaping slit. “Uushe mee mhorre~...!” the elf slurs out.

Shaking her head, Krvavy gently scoops Beryl up into her arms. She came enough using the elf’s mouth, and the sudden shock had kind of ruined the mood for her. “That was more than enough. You did great,” she ruffles the elf’s hair, “now let’s get you cleaned up.”

Taking the few steps over to the hot spring, Krvavy enters into the hot water, bringing Beryl down into her lap. The elf is still very much out of it, but she seems to be in a rather cuddly mood, wrapping her unsteady arms around Krvavy and nuzzling up against the barbarian’s breasts. That isn’t a problem for Krvavy though, as she has found that she really likes cuddling. And hugs. And just affection in general.

Sighing out, Krvavy begins gently washing her elf. If only her real life could be this... enjoyable.