And sex and blood.

Lily’s lips were soft and active beneath John’s own, and her hands ran soothingly over his back and arms. He flicked his tongue against her mouth, and was almost surprised when she quickly caught his tongue beneath her teeth, holding it captive for a brief moment before letting go and peppering his mouth with quick, playful kisses.

John’s own kisses were less playful, and he first trailed his hot, hungering mouth down her jawline, then began sucking and kissing at her throat while his hands played through her hair. Lily cooed her wordless encouragement, and reclined further back against the couch to enjoy his affections. She gave periodic gasps and spasms, her voice slowly increasing in pitch, and John eventually realized that each gasp coincided with his hands brushing against her ears. He pulled back up from her neck to look into Lily’s half-lidded eyes, noticing how flushed her cheeks had already become. She offered him a weak smile and pulled him into a slow, deep kiss, but John had an idea, and his mouth sooned moved on.

Lily gave a surprised yelp when John’s tongue first made contact with her sensitive ear, and while her grip on John’s shoulder tightened, she didn’t do anything to prevent him from continuing. He started by running his tongue all the way up the outside edge of her long ear, before taking the tip between his lips and sucking at it gently. Lily gave a low, moaning squeal of pleasure at this while she twitched and wiggled beneath him.

Pleased with having located one of her weak points so easily, John had no intention of relenting, and he continued to tease, suckle, and kiss at her ear while using his fingers to massage the one his mouth wasn’t working on. Lily was quickly becoming overwhelmed at this, and the energy she was giving off was almost palpable. Anytime her skin touched his own, John was intensely aware of the powerful life energy flowing within the elf, but in her passion, the energy surged and sparked like a wildfire, almost begging to be pulled from her body, but he was much more interested in pulling more pleasurable noises out of Lily at the moment.

Carefully, he began to nibble at the tip, and this new level of stimulation turned Lily’s hands into claws. Her sharp nails dug painfully into John’s shoulder, to which his own body reacted by biting down. Hard.

“Ah!” The cry Lily gave off seemed to be more pain than pleasure, and the sharp, coppery taste of blood met John’s tongue. Horrified, he pulled away from her entirely, worried that he had accidentally gone too far. As if to waylay that very concern, Lily sat up, chasing and catching his mouth in a sloppy kiss before flopping back down against the couch.

“That really hurt,” She said, between labored breaths, “But I’m not upset. Just be careful, okay?”

“Sorry,” He said, trying to ignore the sweet flavor of blood on his tongue, “The wound doesn’t look very deep, do you want me to-”

Lily hooked her arms and legs around John’s body, cutting him off and pulling him back down atop her, before playfully placing a quick bite against his own ear, “I want you to stay here,” She said, “But I won’t complain if you want to carry me to bed.”

“Here is fine,” John assured her, “For now.” He was unsure what he had done to deserve such kindness and acceptance from Lily, but he intended to show his appreciation as best he could, and that started by kissing her slowly and gently. Lily moaned into the kiss, and fed her curious tongue into his mouth. John circled it with his own tongue, sucking on the muscular organ and admiring its taste and texture. He wondered, briefly, if she could taste traces of her own blood in his mouth, and if she found the taste as delightful and intoxicating as he had. Just thinking about it was enough to make him break the kiss, dragging his tongue up her cheek and towards the small wound his teeth had left at the top of her ear.

“Careful,” She reminded him, pulling his chest closer to her own so he could feel her breasts smashing up against him. John traced his tongue along the thin cuts his teeth had made in Lily’s sensitive flesh, drawing shudders and gasps from her as he cleaned the wound and the area around it. Each drop of blood John collected tasted like pure ecstasy, and he sucked and licked at the tiny cut until the blood had coagulated enough to stop flowing. He didn’t know how long he sat there, torturing Lily with pleasure while he drank her juices, but when he pulled away, the lust on her face was apparent, and he felt more energetic and powerful than ever before.

“Please,” Lily whispered, her hands trailing down her body as she lusted for more of his touch. “John... Please...” Her chest heaved with breath, round breasts rising and falling dramatically, and it was clear that even these few words were difficult for her to put together. John nodded solemnly, and easily scooped her into his arms, his mouth crashing against hers, leaving crimson flecks at her lips when he pulled away to answer.

“To the bed, then,” He decided, carrying Lily effortlessly across the cottage and into the nook of her bedroom. His voice was clear and powerful and smooth, and the faint promise of what was to come was enough to send shivers down Lily’s spine. The whole way there, she planted worshipful kisses against his chest, expressing her enthusiasm and affection as best she could.

When John dropped Lily down onto her soft bed, the naked elf was a perfect vision of sexuality. She was blushing crimson red, rubbing her thighs together in need, and caressing her own heaving breasts, all while her eyes begged him to take her in all the ways her voice no longer could. She was beyond rational thought or composure, but they both knew what she needed.

John climbed atop her, stroking a hand down along her body, pausing to cup a breast before making his way down to her navel, admiring the smooth, taut skin of her abdomen before reaching her vulva. Lily bucked her hips up into his hand, **** for attention and stimulation, and he ran his fingers along her lower lips before sending one probing digit inside her. One finger was enough to cause Lily to **** on her breath and arch her back, an orgasm already surging through her as John explored the textures of her convulsing tunnel. It was wet and warm and squeezing hungrily at his finger, and John knew it was ready for him.

He removed his hand and lowered himself further, the head of his painfully hard cock pointing directly at her needy pussy. He locked eyes with Lily, and found that even after her initial orgasm, her expression still conveyed as much need and lust as possible. “I’m going to put it in,” He told her, and she replied by spreading her legs and lifting her hips. Not seeing much use in keeping an elf waiting, John pushed forward, feeding his thick cock into Lily’s waiting hole.

Time slowed to a crawl as each inch of John entered Lily. The sensation of her tight pussy squeezing at his length was etched forever into his mind, but he knew he was etching something deeper and darker into Lily’s mind. He had claimed her, he realized. In a very real and tangible way, he had marked her and taken ownership of her soul. He couldn’t explain how he knew this to be true, or how, exactly, he had done so, but in giving her willing body over to him, she had given him everything.

If Lily was aware of this change, though, it did nothing to reduce her lust or distract her from the pleasurable sensation of being penetrated. She gasped her pleasure out loud and pushed against him, bucking back into his thrust and sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of their bodies. Holding back at this point was impossible, and John began to move in earnest, gripping her shoulders to pin her in place as he drove his hard cock in and out of her. He started slowly getting used to the tightness and friction, increasing the pace of his thrusts as he did so.

The familiar tingle of approaching orgasm quickly made itself known after just a few more minutes. John locked his eyes with Lily, gave her a brief, burning kiss then spoke. “I’m going to cum, Lily,” He told her, his lips brushing against her cheek, “Where do you want me?”

Lily hadn’t regained the ability to form words, but she reached down and grabbed hold of John’s ass with both hands, helping to pull her into him with each thrust. It was fortunate that she wanted him to finish inside her, because John’s willpower was faltering and pulling out would have been difficult. Her nonverbal permission granted, he accelerated his pace as much as possible, until, limbs trembling, he drove himself as deep as possible and let go. The viscous explosion within her pussy was more than sufficient to drive Lily into another orgasm as well, and she squeezed at John’s muscular rear as he emptied himself inside her. After the first release, John covered Lily’s mouth with his own, kissing her slowly and deeply as their orgasms winded down.

When the kiss ended, so had their climaxes, and they simply held each other close and stared affectionately into each other’s eyes. It was Lily who, after catching her breath, broke the silence.

“That was wonderful,” She said, her voice oddly serious, “And I’m not upset, but…” She paused, taking a deep breath, “What are you, John?”