The Edge

The first inch was heaven. The second was tighter than anything Kyle had ever felt. Selere's pussy gripped him like a fist, hot and wet and impossibly snug, her inner walls fluttering around his cock as if trying to decide whether to pull him deeper or push him out.

"Oh, gods," Selere gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "You're so—fuck—so thick—"

Kyle's jaw clenched. He wanted to groan, wanted to let the sound rip from his chest, but Alistair was twenty feet away. Instead, he bit down on his lower lip so hard he tasted copper.

Selere sank lower, another inch disappearing into her tight heat. Her breath came in ragged bursts, her violet eyes squeezed shut. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple, catching the dim light of Alistair's distant staff.

"More," she whispered. "I want all of it."

"You sure?" Kyle's voice was strained, barely audible over the waterfall.

Selere answered by dropping her weight onto him completely.

His cock buried itself to the hilt inside her, and Selere's mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her body trembled against his, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching around his length as if trying to accommodate this new, overwhelming presence. Kyle could feel every ridge of her, every flutter, every hot pulse of her cunt wrapped around him like it belonged there.

Kyle's head fell forward, his forehead pressing against her collarbone. The urge to moan was almost unbearable—a pressure building in his chest that demanded release. He bit his lip harder, drawing blood, using the pain to anchor himself.

Selere wasn't faring much better. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her chest heaving against his. Her hands had moved from his shoulders to his hair, fisting the strands so tightly it hurt.

"Move," she breathed. "Please. Move."

Kyle's hands slid from her waist to her hips, gripping the curve of her ass through her skirts. He could not believe the circumstances of his first actual sex. In some cave with the hottest piece of draw-ass imaginable. He grabbed her ashen-ass and lifted, only to let her drop back down.

The sound of his cock sliding through her slick folds seemed impossibly loud in the cavern.

Selere's eyes flew open, wild and ****. "Kyle," she whimpered, her voice climbing in pitch. "Kyle, I'm going to—"

She was too loud. The waterfall might cover some of it, but not that. Not the rising keen in her throat that promised to echo off every stone wall.

Kyle acted without thinking. His hand released her hip and clamped over her mouth, pressing firmly against her dark lips. Her eyes widened above his fingers, then softened with understanding.

"Quiet," he mouthed, barely forming the word.

Selere nodded against his palm, her tongue darting out to lick his skin. Then she began to move again, riding him in slow, deep strokes that made his vision blur.

The gag helped. With her mouth covered, her moans became muffled hums, vibrations that traveled through his hand and down his arm. Kyle found himself leaning into the sensation, his thumb brushing the edge of her cheekbone as she fucked herself on his cock.

Each downward stroke drove him deeper, her pussy gripping him like a vice. Each upward lift revealed his shaft glistening with her wetness, dark and slick in the dim light.

Kyle's free hand found her breast, squeezing the soft flesh through her tunic. Her nipple was hard beneath the fabric, and he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, earning a muffled squeal against his palm.

Selere's pace quickened. Her hips bucked and rolled, chasing something only she could feel. Her inner walls began to spasm around him, irregular at first, then faster, tighter, until—

Her body arched, her back bowing as the orgasm ripped through her. Kyle's hand stayed clamped over her mouth, swallowing her scream until it became a choked, **** whimper. Her pussy clenched around his cock in rhythmic pulses, milking him, squeezing him like she was trying to draw his soul out through his shaft.

Kyle watched her face—the ecstasy and agony tangled together, her violet eyes rolled back, tears streaming down her dark cheeks. She was beautiful like this, wrecked and wanting, completely undone by the cock inside her.

The sight nearly made him finish right then and there.

His balls tightened. His shaft throbbed. And somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

Selere slumped against him, her forehead pressed to his, both of them breathing hard. Her hand still covered his over her mouth, holding it in place as if she couldn't bear to let go.

"Don't stop," she whispered against his fingers. "I want you to cum inside me. Fill me up. Please, Kyle. I want to feel it."

Kyle's resolve crumbled.

He shifted his grip, wrapping both arms around her waist, and began to thrust up into her. The motion was rougher now, less controlled, driven by the burning need building in his groin. Selere's muffled cries grew louder, her nails raking down his back, her legs locking around his hips to pull him deeper.

The cliff edge was only feet away. The waterfall roared. And Kyle fucked his first friend brother’s girlfriend with a dedication he never thought to have.

His orgasm hit like a thunderclap.

The first spurt of cum flooded her pussy, hot and thick, and Kyle's whole body went rigid. His mouth opened in a silent scream, his teeth clenched so tight his jaw ached. He bit down on his own tongue, swallowing the groan that tried to tear free, letting the pain ground him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through his body.

Selere felt it. She must have—her pussy clenched around him even tighter, greedily milking every drop, her hips grinding down against his as if trying to keep his cock buried inside her forever.

Kyle came and came, filling her with rope after rope of hot seed, until he could feel it leaking out around his shaft, dripping down onto the cold stone beneath them.

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Selere collapsed against him, both of them trembling, both of them struggling to breathe. Kyle's hand finally fell away from her mouth, and she gasped—a loud, ragged sound that cut through the waterfall's roar.

Neither of them noticed Alistair had turned around.

"Selere?"

The voice was soft. Curious. Not angry.

Kyle's blood turned to ice.

He looked up. Alistair stood at the edge of the outcropping, his staff glowing softly in his hand, his face half in shadow. He wasn't storming toward them. He wasn't shouting. He was just... watching.

Selere lifted her head from Kyle's shoulder, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, her hair a wild mess around her face. She didn't try to hide. She didn't pull away.

"Alistair," she said, her voice hoarse but steady. "Come here."

The elf hesitated. His eyes drifted down to where Kyle's cock was still buried inside his girlfriend, visible at the base where her pussy gripped him. A trickle of white cum had escaped, trailing down her inner thigh.

Kyle held his breath.

Alistair walked toward them. His steps were slow, deliberate, his staff clicking against the stone with each footfall. He stopped when he was close enough to touch—close enough to see everything.

Selere reached out and took his hand.

"I wanted to try it," she said softly. "Kyle's huge cock. I wanted to see if I could take it. And now..." She guided his hand down, pressing his palm against her lower belly, just above where Kyle's cock was buried inside her. "Feel that? He came inside me. It's so warm, Alistair. So full."

Alistair's throat bobbed. His hand trembled against her skin. But he didn't pull away.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Selere shook her head. "It feels amazing. You should see it—the way he stretches me. The way his cum drips out." She looked up at her boyfriend, her violet eyes soft and earnest. "I still love you. I still want to marry you. But I needed to know what this felt like. And now I know."

Alistair was silent for a long moment. Then, slowly, he knelt beside them, his face inches from where Kyle's cock was still lodged inside his girlfriend.

"Show me," he said quietly.

Selere smiled—a real smile, warm and grateful. She lifted her hips slowly, letting Kyle's cock slide out of her with a wet, obscene sound. A flood of white cum followed, spilling down her thighs and onto the stone.

Alistair stared. His mouth fell open slightly, his eyes fixed on the sight of his girlfriend's pussy, stretched and glistening, leaking another man's seed.

"It's so... open," he murmured.

"That's what a huge cock does," Selere said, reaching down to spread herself with two fingers. More cum dripped out, pooling on the rock beneath her. "Yours won't do this. Yours is small and neat. But this..." She looked at Kyle, then back at Alistair. "This made me sooo full."

Kyle sat frozen, his softening cock still wet with the evidence of what they'd done. He watched Alistair's face—the fascination, the jealousy, the arousal—all of it playing out in the dim light.

Finally, Alistair spoke.

"Thank you," he said to Kyle. "For... the demonstration."

Kyle blinked. "You're... welcome?"

Alistair nodded, as if that settled everything. He stood, offered Selere his hand, and helped her to her feet. Cum continued to drip down her legs, dark against her gray skin, but she didn't seem to notice or care.

"We should go," Alistair said, his voice returning to its usual measured tone. "The path down is this way."

He turned and walked toward the far side of the cliff, his staff bobbing with each step.

Selere glanced back at Kyle, her violet eyes sparkling with mischief and satisfaction.

"We will do it again," she whispered. Then she followed her boyfriend, leaving Kyle alone on the bloody stone, his cock still wet, his mind still reeling, and the waterfall thundering on.