Welcome her touch through the night.

Your fingers thread back through her flowing golden locks as your firm yet loving touch pulls her head in tight to the continued tasting of her lips--a sweet flavour, warm and inviting--as your nose is caressed by the subtle scent of morning dew upon blades of grass and fresh spring flowers. Her skin is unbelievably smooth and soft wherever your hands find themselves. Elves have a natural, graceful beauty about them, like angels from the forest, and even her eyes glistening wide in a stare intense with love appear as perfectly cut emeralds above cheeks warm with redness brought upon by a rapidly growing heat within her body.

Her breaths are heavy against your neck.

As your touch caresses down the choker around her neck, she shivers, and her smile widens as your attention drops slowly to her figure--fingers to the softness of her chest, barely concealed beneath a fabric thin enough where one can nearly see through it. But she does much the same. Her hand slides down your chest, and with your bulge prominent behind the straining fabric of your pants, she touches the tip rather quickly. She lets out a soft, quiet moan before her palm rubs down, and after four of her digits curl around the girth of your shaft, she softly slides the caress back to your stomach.

Suddenly, both of her hands shoot down and upwards to raise your shirt. You assist in this undressing, and upon your torso being bare, she takes full advantage of rubbing first her hands and then her cheek against your chest. She scrambles her fingers downward to loosen your belt. Then after kicking off your boots and socks, she pulls you back, dressed only in your trousers now, onto her as she falls to her back against the bed--giggling as she goes.

You push her firmly down with a kiss, and as she throws her hands around to grab your back, it seems she quite enjoys the weight upon her. The two of you enjoy the heated dance of each other's tongues as your bodies grind and play, and eventually, after her water reaches a point of boiling, she nudges you back in request for something more.

"If you show me, I will show you," she whispers.

You smirk and chuckle at her words. Slowly, you pull yourselves back up to stand before the bed. She rises up as well, though sits there with one leg partly over the other and hands crossed politely on her lap. Truly, she looks stunning, especially by the dim light of lanterns. Her magic gown continues to glisten like a sheet of stars, though you can see the prominent, excited points of her breasts pushing up against the fabric, and by the way she fidgets subtly in place, you can tell she wants nothing more than the touch of your skin against her own.

Heeding her request, you slide your pants down to the ground, and she raises a hand to her lips as her eyes drag up and down every last inch of your body. Then once you grab your underwear, there's only one place she's looking. You slip them off, and at last, the shadow of your manhood casts upon her face.

She licks her lips. "I suppose I made a promise."

"You did."

Then with a snap of her fingers, her Midnight Gown vanishes from sight. The lovely elven woman now sits before you in nothing more than a choker around her neck--so soft, so sweet, yet so erotic. What defines innocence is greatly subjective. Her eyes gaze upon you so tenderly, yet hardly another moment passes before she moves to something not many would claim to be so innocent, though all she does is a natural expression of her affection, so while you're pondering the philosophy of such things, your cock is consumed by the warm, wet touch of an elf's mouth as she sinks to her knees.

As if unable to control herself, the first thing she does is try to take you all in at once with a slow, sensual, intense stroke of her tongue and long drawn-out moan, though after pulling back her lips, she grabs your shaft with both hands and then looks to you with bashful eyes. She extends out her tongue, and cutely links to the tip, but after each one, she grows bolder--pushing harder, taking more once again into her mouth. Soon she's slurping it rather hard inside and out, though not for too long before she's tugging impatiently on her choker.

Amara rises back up to sit on the very edge of the bed. She looks to you expectantly. "C-Can you please--"

You hush her with a kiss. Then you retrieve the key from your supplies nearby, take her chin, look straight into her eyes, and linger the item against the hole of her lock. "I don't know," you tease. "Have you been a good enough girl?"

She smiles wide. "I think that once you have freed me," she whispers. "I will prove to you how good of a girl I can be."

With a click, the choker drops to the floor.

She gasps out an audible moan as you take you suddenly, and in a firm, almost aggressive embrace, pushing your naked bodies together before kissing her on the lips once again. Hardly another moment passes before the head of your dick meets her more than eager slit. You push inside, filling out the walls of her insides by the squeeze of your erection, which forces out another, longer, more whimpering moan of pleasure--especially of relief, as if this is exactly what she's desired for a time now. By the bed's end, you begin to thrust into her body, slowly for now, yet while maintaining a thorough, tight grasp to her body. She squeezes your back from behind, and every kiss to her neck causes her to shudder without fail.

Her golden hair spreads out around her head. She remains submissively limp at first, though once she's regained her senses, she strengthens her own grip and begins to rock her hips along with your rhythm. Her fingers caress down and over your skin as if she enjoys the mere touch upon every inch your body has to offer.

A short time passes before you feel her orgasm approaching--the first of many. You pull her up from where she lays and **** her up against the wall.

"Cold," she says as her stomach pushes against the wood.

You take a generous handful of her ass--slender body, though definitely firm, and she makes up for her lack of hefty assets with slender legs and a figure so sensually elegant, both in how it looks and how she moves with a natural dexterity. There you bounce her up and down in your embrace, fucking her from behind. Your fingers reach up and into her mouth, and the sensation of sucking them causes her pussy to flutter. At any moment now, she's going to orgasm, though you're merely beginning. Your speed reaches maximum, and at last, she screams and grasps at the wall before her as her body orgasms with a long awaited relief.

Without skipping a beat, you bend her over the desk nearby. With one hand upon her chest, and the other granting her the pleasure of sucking your fingers still, you continue. She wraps her fingers around the far end of the desktop, barely able to keep herself up by a body weakening from overwhelming ecstasy. But the touch of your skin so close and firm, and the feeling of your tool deep inside her body is too addictive to ever wish for it to cease. You grant her this pleasure, though of course, the game goes both ways. She's so tight and warm, so cute and beautiful, and yet so erotic in how she gazes back with wanting eyes, and especially how her hips are moving. She may be slim, but nobody can say an elf's ass doesn't bounce.

You take her there. Then against the wall. She rides you, though it doesn't last long due to her body being weakened so thoroughly by your relentless **** on her senses. And while you allow her to experience the precision of your tongue, she begins more for your cock, and you gladly listen. Lastly, you have her pinned down against the bed--a position perhaps vanilla, though it's a flavour just as sweet. You look into each other's eyes, and there you take her one last time for the night.

At this point, she's begging for your seed. It's often your choice whether you wish to cum several times over, or hold it all in for one after the same amount of time, and perhaps in her own mind, she's thinking this load will be overwhelming due to how long the evening has been proceeding. She's eager. Excited. Though she can hardly think behind that, as this is not the first nor second nor even third time she's came tonight, and it's about to happen again.

"W... W-With me," she begs.

Through a vocal performance of moans to shake the walls, Amara reaches the point of no return once more, though this time you're ready to join her. Your bodies become one, and after all that's transpired, you're ready to unleash a large amount of love. Your body tenses up. Your heart rate skyrockets. At last, it's time. With one mighty throb, enough to draw out quite the moan from your lips, you let out an extremely satisfying orgasm. Your dick continues to pulse over and over again, completely filling her body and then some. The sensation causes her own climax to be even better than the rest. Her eyes flutter back, she quivers wildly, and she can hardly bolster her strength enough to look back into your eyes until it's nearly over. When she does, her half-lidded gaze lingers longingly upon you, with a face flushed pink with incredible satisfaction.

You join beside her on the bed. She lays flat for a time, before she slowly crawls herself closer to wrap an arm around your chest.

She rubs up against you, as if trying to find a way to get even closer, though previously being inside her is likely the only way that's going to happen. Still, she tries, until she finally buries her face under your chin and remains quiet.

Amara does eventually speak up, though not until a few more minutes pass. "I would like to sleep here."

You smile. With a hand, you nudge her face up so you can look her in the eyes. "Of course you can, Amara," you say, and then deliver her a sweet kiss.

She returns to trapping you in her embrace.

The two of you continue to enjoy one another's touch all the way through the night. It's wonderful. And when the sun does finally rise in the morning, you feel exceptionally refreshed.

By the look on the sleepy elf's face lit by the sun through the window, she feels the same.