Shalindra Agrees to his Terms

She stared at him blankly from behind her red eyes for a second, then smirked.

“I agree to your terms, high elf.”

Melinir approached, and they kissed. The warmth radiated from her body. After the frustration of last night, it felt like an age since he’d last made love to someone.

He wrapped his arms around her and continued to kiss, keeping her hands tied to the post behind her.

“How about you use your mouth first,” Melinir whispered in her ear, then bit her neck softly.

Shalindra smiled at him, then knelt.

She took Melinir into her mouth and began to lick and suck on him, knowing what he wanted and how he wanted it. Her tongue caressed every inch of his cock, her lips tight around him as she worked to pleasure him. Melinir closed his eyes and felt a moment of ecstasy as she worked her magic. She was putting everything she had into this, and he was grateful for the distraction.

As her warm tongue ran along his length, Melinir let out a soft groan. He reached down to the back of her head, feeling the softness of her straight hair in his fingers. Her lips slid down his shaft, taking him to the back of her throat and causing him to shiver. He gently pulled her head up, savouring the feeling of her lips slowly parting from him.

Shalindra looked up at Melinir, her eyes gleaming with determination.

“Stand up,” Melinir said. “It’s time to untie you. I want to be inside you.”

Melinir watched her with anticipation as she stood, her naked body glistening with sweat and desire. Her dark blue skin blended beautifully with her black hair, and her eyes seemed to glow with both hunger and need.

He untied her from the post, and she approached him, lust filling her eyes.

Melinir gently guided Shalindra to the soft furs on the ground, their bodies coming to rest amidst the layers of comfort.

“I promise you great pleasure,” Melinir whispered, his breath warm and heavy against her ear.

Shalindra moaned softly, her toned legs wrapping around him as he began to lavish her with attention. He trailed a path of kisses down her neck, across her chest, and over her perfect breasts.

She rolled them over, straddling on top of him.

He couldn't help but marvel at her dark blue skin, adorned with intricate tattoos and shining in the dim light of the tent. Her eyes held a mix of mystery and longing, making Melinir feel both drawn to her and wary of her intentions.

As he gazed into those golden depths, Shalindra lowered herself onto him, both of them trembling slightly at the connection as the tip of his cock rubbed against here pussy lips. She let out a soft sigh as he penetrated her, and began to move at a steady pace, melting into him like a dream.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their primitive urges fuelling the passion that blazed between them. Melinir's hands roamed over Shalindra's body, tracing the curves of her breasts and the dips of her hips. She moaned softly, her eyes closing.

She continued to ride his hard cock, moaning in pleasure.

The tent glowed with their lust, the air thick with their mingled scents. Melinir gazed at Shalindra, drinking in every inch of her beauty, every curve of her body. Her skin was like a living tapestry, adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to dance and shift in the flickering light, telling the tales of her bloodline.

Shalindra's eyes were like a dying fire, shining with a fury that left Melinir breathless. Her hair cascaded down her back, a thick mass of darkness that only served to accentuate the paleness of her skin. Despite everything, her eyes held a glimmer of defiance, a refusal to be broken.

Melinir could feel her heartbeat, a wild and steady rhythm that matched the pounding of his own. She was an unbroken spirit, a resonant **** against the tide of fate.

“Ride me harder,” Melinir said.

His tone was filled with need, and Shalindra obliged. She increased her pace, her hips grinding against him in a fluid, sensual dance that drove Melinir wild. She leaned down, her red eyes locking with his deep blue ones, and whispered,

“For three times, high elf.”

Their bodies moved in a frenzy, their primal urges unleashed as they sought release. Melinir’s hands gripped Shalindra’s hips, guiding her, his eyes never leaving hers. Each movement was met with a low moan from Shalindra, her breath shallow and quick.

The tent filled with the sounds of their passion, the air thick with the scent of their arousal. Melinir felt the tension building deep within him, the anticipation of his impending release mingling with the raw emotion that filled the air.

Shalindra continued to move, her eyes closed, her face flushed with desire. Her hips moved in a fluid, hypnotic motion, driving Melinir to the edge.

And then, at long last, he felt it. A surge of pleasure that seemed to radiate from his very core, the tension in his body releasing in a tidal wave of sensation.

“Oh, yes,” Melinir cried out, his voice ragged.

Shalindra’s eyes fluttered open, and she watched as Melinir’s face contorted with pleasure. Her own body was ablaze with desire, the intensity of their connection leaving her breathless.

He thrust up into her one last time, his climax exploding within her. And then, as the last shudders of his release shook his body, he collapsed onto the furs beneath them, spent.