Answer Blythe

“So what if I am?” you say.

Your response catches her off guard somehow, and she watches her fidgeting hands for a few seconds as she struggles with what to say next.

“I… how d-d-do you do it?” she finally asks. You don’t know how to respond to that, so she elaborates further. “I-in the tavern, you made such a vulgar joke off-hand, as if you were not suggesting… something so sinful. A-and now, you are staring… at my body… it is so…”

“Exciting?” you ask.

“Frustr— exciting?” She looks more confused than upset by your guess as she looks away in thought, though the confusion gives way to a peaceful expression after a moment. More to herself than to you, she says, “Yes, it is exciting.” Turning back to you, she continues: “I know that it is wrong, yet I cannot help but feel this way.”

“And you came to me hoping I wouldn’t turn you away?”

Fear flashes over her. “You will not, will you? You are the first person to understand this side of me. Please accept me, Mr. Reynolds. I have no place left to go.”

Slowly, you stand up, walk over to the bed, and sit next to her. She watches your movements with anxious eyes, and you delight in seeing them pop even wider as you slip a hand through the flap of her cloak and grab hold of her tit. She lets out a “Meep!” and tries to pull away, but you bring your other arm around her shoulder to hold her in place. As you’ve begun to expect over the course of the conversation, Blythe is wearing next to nothing under the cloak: you can only feel the fabric of a bra between your hand and her large mound of tit flesh. Her face grows red and her fearful expression weakens as you massage her massive breast under her cloak.

“This… is wrong,” she says. “How can you commit such sin with this much confidence?”

In answer to her question, you pull away from her completely and place your hands at your sides. “Stand up and remove your cloak,” you say.

She is initially scared by your command. Her body freezes in place, though each second that goes by you notice her shaking and growing redder. Finally, she wordlessly leaves the bed, stands by the door, turns to face you, and unwraps her cloak. As the brown fabric is pulled away, her amazing figure, clad in plain-looking white underwear, is revealed to you. The cloak falls to the floor with a plop, and the elf overheats from your gaze. Her deep green eyes close as she turns her head away and brings a hand up to bite onto her finger.

“You asked me how I can sin so easily,” you say. “It’s simple: I believe that denying one’s own desires is the greatest sin of all.” She looks unsure of your words, so you stand up and press her gently against the door as your hands grab hold of her breasts once again. “Why hold anything back?”

“S-s-succumbing to the desires of the flesh… it goes against the Goddess’s teachings. It is meant to be… such an ugly thing, a weakness that separates us from the monsters and demons.”

“But…” you say as you begin massaging her enormous tits and kissing along her neck.

“But… it feels so good… when people stare at me… and what you are doing now…”

“This is only the beginning,” you say, leaning in to kiss her passionately as your hands continue their ****. Her face is hot against yours, and only a moment’s hesitation keeps her from returning your kiss just as passionately. Your tongues intermingle as you both ride the high of the moment for several seconds before you finally break away. “I can show you pleasures beyond anything you’ve imagined,” you say, moving your hands to her shoulders. “Come back in the morning. We’ll talk more then.” You then pluck her cloak from the floor, toss it over her shoulders, and watch as she moves to the room across the hall for the night.