Elarinya and I

The cool air of the canopy vanished the moment Elarinya slid into my lap, her smooth, dusky-blue thighs straddling mine. The sheer weight of her breasts pressed firmly against my chest sent a jolt of pure heat straight to my hardening member.

“You’ve been staring at these all night, Your Highness,” she murmured against my lips. She cupped her massive breasts, lifting them slightly to showcase the dark, prominent crests rubbing against my skin. “Don’t be shy now. A prince shouldn’t look so starved.”

My hands instinctively gripped her flared, naked hips as she began to slowly grind her core against mine. The friction was maddening; a low groan escaped my throat as my hands slid up her ribs, burying themselves into the heavy weight of her breasts. They were incredibly soft, filling my palms completely as she arched her back with a soft sigh.

Around us, the other elves watched with hungry eyes, their own bare limbs tangling on the cushions. Elarinya leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss that tasted of moonberry wine, while her hand slid down between our bodies, her slender fingers wrapping around my fully erect length.

“Oh, you are more than ready for the grove,” she whispered, her grip tightening as she began to guide my heat toward her soaking wet core... and she was right!