In her mouth

You try to warn the elf, but she ignores your words and continues to work on your throbbing cock. At last it is too much for you and still holding her white hair in your hand you fill her mouth with your spunk.

Load after load of cum shoots from your cock into her mouth. Some of it she swallows, some dribbles from her chin and some you can feel as it swirls around in her small mouth coating your organ as it slowly loses its hardness.

The elf holds you in her mouth a little longer her small hands still cupping your balls and stroking the base of your cock. With a grunt of satisfaction you gently draw your half hard member from between her lips and lift her back to her feet.

Your cum is still dribbling from her delicate chin and dropping onto her small breasts running into the valley between the pale mounds. In the early morning light her lavender eyes look even more exotic as she gazes up at you. It is hard to read her emotion, you see no signs of either anger or gratitude, just a simple trust in you. Her faith in you may be misplaced you realize as you see your seed slowly running down her petite body. Still, maybe it was what she wanted. It was certainly what you needed, and now that the pressure from your balls and erection has been eased you can think more clearly about what you should be doing.

One of the goblins was still nearby, possibly getting more of his friends. The reptilian hordes that swept over the land might still be in the area, and you were days away from your destination with almost no food left.

You wondered what the elf would do now that she was free. In legends, elves would disappear like the wind and the maiden would give birth nine months later to either a horrible monster or a handsome hero, depending on the tale. At least you do not have to worry about a halfling child with this elf, although as your eyes roam over her naked body the temptation is there.

What would it be like you wonder to press your thick shaft into the pink slit? Your human cock must certainly be bigger than what her body was used to. Much bigger than the goblin pricks you saw and no doubt thicker than her elven lovers. Still this was not the time or the place, and most likely as soon as you are ready to go you will find that the beautiful nymph has disappeared into the thick forests that surround the village.

You pull on your travel clothes, and are a little surprised to see her still standing where you left her nude and beautiful, only the ugly **** mark on her shoulder and the sandals on her feet interrupt the smooth pale skin. Her nakedness probably bothered you more than her, but getting her dressed was the least you could do for her after what she has been through.

"Come on miss" You tell her, "let’s get you some clothes." You quickly dismiss the idea of taking any of the bloody clothes from the bodies that are swelling in the morning light. You had not noticed just how many bodies were scattered dead around the village when you arrived last night. Leading the elf maid to the small fallen barn where you spent the night you take a soft green tunic from your satchel. It was made from lamb’s wool and your mother had given it to you last solstice. The pale green would suit her you decide as you pull the soft material over her head. The tunic falls to her knees and is much too thick around her slender body, but with a strip of leather from a torn harness cinching the folds tightly around her slender waist the tunic makes a reasonable dress.

The elf maid whirls with pleasure lifting the tunic high on her thighs and as she lifts her arms above her head, the armholes cut for your broad shoulders gap, giving you tantalizing glimpses of her breasts as she spins. She is as comely dressed as she was naked you think with a wry grin. It is just as well she will leave you soon, or your hormones would give you no rest.

Now that she is clothed, you lead her back to the old oak tree where you saw the goblin’s bags and the brightly colored package. The elf chirps in delight as you show her the golden bundle and drops to her knees opening the package with the ease of familiarity, pulling a bow and quiver from the cloth. With no hesitation, she bends the wood and starts to string the bow.