Walk her to her room

She has to have done this on purpose, you think. Cupping your hand under her chin, you look directly at her for a moment. Sure enough, you can see it in her eyes: behind the concerned expression is a hint of excitement. Tutting quietly, you pat her cheek and slip off the bed. You find your underwear on the floor and slide them back on. As you walk over to the other bed and start pulling on your pants, you say, “What am I going to do with you?” Looking over, you see Blythe pull the blanket up to hide her body. Acting coy now, eh? You finish pulling on the rest of your clothes and start towards the door. “I guess I could go and get those clothes for you,” you say, stopping and turning back to look at her. She hasn’t moved: she’s still holding the blanket over her funbags and her still-dripping snatch. Adding to the act, she wiggles a little bit and bites the hem of the blanket. Okay, you cheeky elf. I think I know what you’re after. “I could go and get them for you, but I think I’d like to walk you naked through the hall as a punishment for sneaking in here while I was asleep.” For a second, she forgets to act coy and lets a wide grin spread over her face. She seems absolutely thrilled at the idea, so much so that she’s shaking as she shifts her body over to the edge of the bed. Once she’s sat up at the edge, she seems to remember something and goes to grab the blanket again. She starts to wrap it around herself, but you walk over and grab hold of her hands. “Bad girls don’t get to cover their bodies,” you say as you pull the covering back off while looking her directly in the eye. You then take her hands in yours and lift her to her feet.

Making her walk in front, you march the exhibitionist elf over to the door. Her face is becoming increasingly red as the moment she’s concocted is coming closer and closer to fruition. She stalls at the door, so you guide her hand to the knob with your own and turn. Having taken her this far, Blythe pulls the door open on her own and takes half a step into the hall before hesitating again. You peek out around her, and see that the hall is empty at the moment. A room a couple of doors down has its door open, and there’s a laundry cart parked in front of it, but otherwise there’s nobody around. You lightly press your knuckles into Blythe’s lower back and nudge her forward. Her firm ass is begging for your attention, but you resist the urge to spank her for now.

Blythe’s suite is the one kitty-corner to your own. The two of you slowly make your way through the hall, your naked friend basking in the sexual high being delivered by the idea that the maid cleaning the room, or anyone waking up to go get some breakfast, could walk out into the hall at any moment and see her in all her glory. By the time you reach her door, she’s practically panting with arousal. She waits in front of the door, just breathing heavily and vibrating all over, until you reach over and open the door for her. Her head turns back to you, and you can see that her face matches the rest of her in terms of excitement: she’s beet red, her mouth is hanging open, and a tear is running down her cheek. A noise nearby catches your attention: it’s a rustling of materials coming from the direction of the laundry cart. Blythe hears it too, and you see her blush deepen even further. You press your knuckles into her lower back once again, until you’re able to close the door with the two of you safely inside the suite.

As soon as you close the door and turn around, Blythe jumps you. She wraps her arms around your neck and plants her lips over your own, moaning loudly as she releases all of the passion built up by that little walk. You do your best to answer the kiss, placing one hand on the back of her head and letting the other slide down her back to give her ass a good squeeze. You both stand by the door, eating face until Blythe manages to calm down a bit. She pulls away from the kiss and nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck for a few seconds, prolonging the time being held in your arms. One of her hands slides down to find the tent forming again in your pants, which she rubs slowly up and down for a while.

After she calms completely, her hand on your crotch stops its ministrations. “Thank you,” she says quietly into your neck. Stepping away, she moves into the bathroom and reaches for the door. “I shall meet you downstairs shortly. I must bathe before I dress. I… would not wish to stain my skirt…” She closes the door, leaving you alone in the room. You hear the water start running behind the door, and start to wonder if you should see yourself out. At this point, you could probably march into the bathroom and go another round with her. To distract yourself from such thoughts, you look around the room.

The rest of Blythe’s suite is laid out exactly the same as yours, furniture-wise, except with a different color scheme to the bedsheets and curtains. Nothing really draws your eye apart from the clothes neatly folded and laid on top of the nearest chest of drawers. You see the green doublet, matching skirt, brown thigh-high boots and gloves that make up her outfit. A smile comes to your face as you make a realization. If she had the time to fold these up all neat and tidy, then her “forgetting her clothes” wasn’t an accident. I already suspected as much, but this is pretty much proof. I wonder if she wanted me to see this.

You hear the sound of water displacing as Blythe steps into the bath, and your mind instantly races back to the idea of fucking her silly in the bath. A hand almost makes it to the bathroom door before you stop yourself. I need to remember my priorities right now, you think. This place isn’t real. It’s a test made up by some old wizard, and we need to pass it as soon as possible and get the fuck out. A sound of water falling makes your dick jump within the confines of your pants. Your hand is on the knob now. It takes everything your logical mind has to prevent you from turning the knob. Thankfully, you’re saved from your horniness by a sudden signal from your stomach that it’s time for breakfast.