Jasper (Catboy | Love Triangle | Switch)

Jasper was small, but quick. "Ginger kitty" was his derisive nickname, given his cat ears and red hair. It was just banter, though, just good-natured ribbing. He wasn't the tallest or most muscular, but nobody else in his village moved as quickly or quietly. Other hunters were lucky to get within ten fathoms of their quarry. Jasper could climb a tree and shoot a deer so close he could nearly touch it. Jasper could always get venison when he wanted it. He'd been pushed around a bit as a lad, but in adulthood, he was just too valuable to alienate. If you were Jasper's friend, you'd rarely go hungry.

It was a good thing, too. His kind disposition, his mildness and softness, led to him being bullied a bit when he was younger. But he was the single best hunter in his village, despite his youth, and that made all the difference. Jasper often thought to himself, "If I feed them, it makes them love me. Maybe they're the cats?" He was known as a goody-two-shoes, naive and trusting. The elders in the village called him "Jasper the Forthright" for his habit of never telling a lie.

He was short, only about five and a half feet, and quite light - only about eight stone. He moved as swiftly and silently as a cat. Jasper's people, from time to time, had animalistic features, such as ears or tails, but most were ordinary humans. There must have been some crossbreeding in his village from long ago.

Jasper's village was in a deep forest, about a hundred leagues south of the great Monastery of Sol. Jasper's people were simple and knew nothing of the god Sol, or of the fierce Somai warriors who frequently plundered the monasteries of Sol in the far North. They knew only two things: stay out of the deep forest, and don't talk to Elves. Elves were shifty. Elves were tricksters. And they loved to capture and torment unsuspecting villagers – or so the stories ran. Elves, it was said, were extremely promiscuous, children of revelry, who had wild orgies with campfires burning and flowers in their hair. Elves, it was said, would have sex with you and then cut your head off just for fun. Elves, it was said, were totally unpredictable.

It was a muggy summer afternoon, and Jasper was balanced precariously on the highest limb of a young birch tree. He had ventured deep into the western woods, where there were rumored to be trolls, treefolk, wyverns, and, worst of all, Elves. A quiet but powerful wind blew from the west, occasionally gusting and knocking leaves off of the branches. Jasper knew that the deer this deep in the forest were less liable to be spooked by humanoids. Many of the deer here had simply never even seen a person. The woods were that great, that vast and unknown. Jasper's people lived on the very edge of civilization. His village, which had no name, was already deep in the forest by the standards of city-folk, whom the villagers only saw once a year when the king's tax collector came around. To go further west, into the deep wilds, was to invite all manner of trouble, to go where everything was wilderness and simply no one lived.

Jasper held stock-still and watched the forest floor in the dappled sunlight. It was a humid afternoon, and the occasional western breeze rushed softly through the trees, whispering in the leaves. Whenever it did, a sprinkling of leaves would tumble silently through the golden afternoon sunlight to the floor, where they lay amid the smell of pine and rich soil. Jasper watched carefully, waiting for any sign of an animal. The slightest bodily movement or sound would scare off his prey. He crouched on the limb like a statue, moving only his eyes, waiting for an opportunity.

Just then, he saw it: a rabbit. It loped quickly to the center of his visual field, stopping suddenly at the base of the tree to chew on some grass. He nocked an arrow to his bow and began to draw.

Just then, an arrow thudded into the bark of the tree. The rabbit startled and bolted. Jasper swore under his breath, and immediately regretted it. Whoever had meant that arrow for the rabbit must surely have heard him. Jasper felt his heart being to thumb and his palms prickle with the start of sweat. Any hunter worth their salt would have heard him swear, especially if that hunter were a sharp-eared Elf. It was no use to try and stay hidden.

Jasper dropped from the tree, a full two fathoms, and landed on two feet, bow still raised. His kitty ears twitched and turned in different directions, waiting for the hunter who had sent the arrow. His bright blue eyes darted about, searching, focusing. Then he saw her.

There she was: an Elven huntress. Long, wavy blonde hair came down to her waist, serving to soften her outline against the forest background. Made her harder to spot. Her bright, fierce blue eyes pierced him under her frowning, focusing eyebrows. One corner of her mouth was pointed slightly downward – intense concentration. She was dressed in sensible hunting clothes, a brown shirt with a green cloak. She was very hard to see. She probably was used to human intruders who would never spot her. But Jasper had keen feline senses, and he saw her immediately. He pointed his bow at her. She barely had time to raise her bow and point it at him before he loosed his arrow. Now it was her turn to curse. She moved in a nick of time and the arrow whizzed past her ear, sticking in a tree behind her. She darted behind a tree and didn't move. Jasper nocked another arrow to his bow and began to walk backwards, carefully moving away from the tree where she was hiding. He thought he saw a strand of her blonde hair, glinting in the sunlight.

She darted, running from one hiding spot to another like a fast green blur. Jasper loosed an arrow and swore again when it missed her. Before he could draw again, he once more saw the Elf. He had placed her hand against her mouth, holding some kind of small tube. Jasper was confused. What was it? A flute? Was she going to lull him to sleep with a magic song or something?

A small dart shot from the tube at her mouth and got him right in the neck. Jasper yelped, grabbed the dart, and threw it. He put a hand to his neck and realized that it had not been a fatal blow. What in the world? Had she missed? Whatever. It was time to run. He turned on his heel and made it two steps before falling hard on his face. He rolled over, disoriented, and then realized that everything was going dark.

He woke up and struggled to his knees. There he was, trussed up with rope, unable to do anything more than crawl, and with a chain connected to a collar at his neck.

He shivered. The forest was warm, but he felt cold for some reason. Must have been a side effect of whatever she'd knocked him out with. His mouth was dry and he was seeing double. Jasper looked around, and finally felt the tug of the chain on his collar. She was behind him!

She walked slowly around to his front, holding onto his leash the whole time. She walked slowly, deliberately. Her legs were very long. She was tall. Very tall. Easily six feet, a whole fathom. She stood with her arms folded, the end of his "leash" in one of her hands, and looked down on him with a cruel smile.

"Well, well, well," she said, "Look was the west wind blew in! Are you here to kill yourself an Elf, catboy? Did you think you'd bag an Elf, and brag to your friends in the village?"

Jasper swallowed nervously,

"I, I... I was just hunting," he said.

"Just hunting? You shot at me with an arrow."

"You were about to shoot me!"

"Why would you think that?"

"That's what Elves always do if they catch you on their land!"

"So you're aware that you're on Elven land?"

"Yes! No! I mean – I mean – I mean.... I..."

"You mean what, catboy?"

"I'm just... I wasn't going to hurt anyone! Honest!"

He was shaking, now. The Elf huntress was towering over him and he was panicking. Would she kill him? Would she execute him? Would she **** him for trespassing?

He resolved not to show weakness and sat up straight. He couldn't afford to tell her anything about the village. He wouldn't give away any information that would hurt his friends.

"You weren't going to hurt anyone, huh?" she said softly. She knelt in front of him so that they saw eye-to-eye, "Just here to hunt?"

She looked coyly at him. Oh, the poor thing! He probably thought she was going to dismember him and **** him and all sorts of other cruel things. Outsiders always had such silly ideas about Elves, so paranoid and strange. He would never find her village or her people. The magical wards around their dwellings made sure of that. But still... It was just so much fun to tease and torment him.

"Honey, how old are you?" she said.

"Nineteen. I'm nineteen."

"And no beard yet?"

"No. I... well, people with cat-ears never grow beards, besides a little bit of scruff."

She was smiling at him now, a little mirth playing behind her eyes. In spite of himself, Jasper shook slightly. What sadistic things was she planning? Perhaps if he showed curiosity about her and her people, he could convince her that he was friendly...

"Why do you ask?" he said nervously, "Don't... Don't Elven men grow beards?"

She laughed, a very high, cold laugh. It chilled him to the bone. He shivered.

"You silly boy," she said, "There are no Elven men. All Elves are she-Elves. We don't have any men."

"Sorry!" he said quickly, "Sorry, I, uh, I wasn't trying to offend you. I apologize. I..."

"Hush," she said, standing up. She pulled on his leash so that he was standing, and then took him firmly by the shoulders. She was fully a head taller than him, and when she pushed him backward against a tree, he felt real fear. She was still smiling. Her hands lay on his shoulders, pinning him against the tree. He looked into her bright, cold blue eyes.

He was so shocked. He realized that he and his people knew nearly nothing about Elves. There were no Elf-men? All he had known was that Elves were some mysterious people in the forest, that they were very promiscuous and moody, and that they moved quickly and were powerful sorcerers and warriors.

"I... Um..." he said.

"What?"

"I just... I'm sorry. What... what are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do?" she said, still with the same cruel smile. He waited for her answer, looking at her body. She had a bow and arrow, and a knife, and arrows, and who knew what else? If she wanted, she could cut him slowly to pieces. Would she take out his teeth? Break his bones? Cut him with knives? He had heard so many horrible stories about things the Elves did to those who trespassed. He began to shake more noticeably now.

The Elf could barely suppress a squeal of delight. Pinned against the tree, wide-eyed, tied up and shaking, Jasper seemed so... tormentable.

"Please," he stammered, "P-p-please. I honestly, I, honestly, I honestly, honestly, I..." his mouth was dry and his tongue seemed too thick. It may have been the dart, or it may have been his own nervousness. Either way, he was a mess. He continued, "Please, I just wanted s-some meat to take home for my friends. I certainly didn't mean to..."

"To what? Trespass?" she asked, "You know, I heard a story about a trespasser. I heard they pinned him down and cut him open stem to stern." As she spoke, she traced a finger from his navel all the way up to his chin, enjoying the feeling of him shivering and nervous.

"I-I didn't do anything!" he said. He kept himself steeled. He didn't allow his voice to crack, although his couldn't stop himself from shaking.

"In that case, perhaps we should just end this right now, eh?" she asked, grinning wickedly, "Since you're not going to confess to your crimes, I suppose I should just execute you."

She drew a knife and held it close to his throat. Jasper stopped shaking. If he was going to die, then he would die with some dignity, not crying and begging like a loser. He held his breath, waiting for his throat to be slit.

"...Gods of the forest! You poor thing," she said. Jasper felt the knife leave his neck and opened his eyes, looking wonderingly at her. With the knife gone, he stood still, looking uncertainly at her.

"I... What?" he said.

"You poor thing. You really thought I was going to end you just like that, didn't you? But you weren't going to go out crying like a baby. You're too strong for that. Too much pride."

"You're not gonna do it?"

"Of course not," she said softly, "You know, sometimes we beat trespassers. Sometimes we kidnap them for a day or two and play some little games with them. But we certainly haven't killed or maimed anyone over something so small." She reached out with one hand and touched his face. Her hand was soft and warm. Jasper felt her thumb stroking his cheek. He was still tied up, and with his hands immobilized, there was nothing he could do.

"You poor thing. Still putting up a strong front. But so soft inside, so kind..." her fingers left his face and trailed down his chest, raising gooseflesh through his tunic. Then she asked, "What's your name, poppet?"

"Jasper."

"Jasper? My, what a pretty name! I am Zephyra. Pleased to meet you, Jasper. Tell me, what brought you all the way out here?"

He swallowed and said, "Well, the fish in the streams aren't plentiful this season. So a lot of us are hungry. I thought that this part of the forest didn't have too many people, so if I caught a deer..."

"So, you were just hungry, huh?" she said.

Zephyra put her hand under Jasper's chin and tilted his face so that he was looking into her eyes. She was much taller than him, and her bright blue eyes seemed to burn into his mind. He shivered, looking into her eyes. She was a Elf. They were naturally much stronger than other humanoids, especially a small catboy like Jasper. She could strangle him if she wanted. Or stab in him in the throat. For the moment, her expression was unreadable. Her hand left his chin.

"Close your eyes," she said.

Jasper complied, hoping to stay in her good graces. He felt both of her hands on his face now. They moved down to his throat, and his legs quivered slightly.

"Just relax," she said softly, "I'm not going to **** you, Jasper."

He tried to sit still, but couldn't. He knew the immense Elven strength in those hands, but they felt warm and soft against his throat. Zephyra could feel Jasper's heart pounding in his neck, despite her reassurances.

She smiled at the young catboy. Oh, sure, lesbian sex with other Elves was great. And she didn't need a man to have a child; Elves could simply choose to conceive. And yet, all the same, he was just irresistible. So strong, and yet, so small. An apex predator who was nevertheless small enough to be carried about and kissed and cuddled. A catboy indeed. Zephyra ordinarily wasn't the kind of Elf to fuck outsiders. And yet, how could she resist? Jasper was just too damn cute. She leaned close to his ear and began to whisper.

"Jasper, there's nothing to be afraid of. I know you didn't mean any harm. And I don't care if you take a deer from here. But since you're here, I think you should do me a favor. Don't you?"

As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around him and gently squeezed him against her, letting him feel her breasts through her tunic.

"Sure," he said, heart still beating uncontrollably, "Sure, just... tell me what you want."

Jasper was very confused. What was all this? Why was she holding him close? Did she... did she... fancy him, perhaps? He shuddered. He had never had much luck with girls, and he was very frightened by this Elf who had utter power over him. But that anxiety was also turning into excitement, and that was translating into his physiology as well. And her soft hands began rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles. Her soft pale cheek was pressed against his. He could feel her soft chest pressed against him, too, and smell her scent. It wasn't perfume, but the natural smell of an Elvish woman, a light fragrance like pine. Jasper inhaled her scent deeply and sighed.

"Oh, Zephyra," he sighed, "I... I don't think..."

"You don't think what, poppet?" she said. Her hands roamed down to his bottom and gave him a firm squeeze. He felt his body seize up, bucking his hips against her. He winced, and then finally replied, "Zephyra, are you... Are you going to..."

"Am I going to what?"

Zephyra pulled away. She was still only a foot away from him, with both her hands resting lightly on his shoulders, looking down at him with genuine concern.

"Zephyra, I've heard that Elves are very... you know... they..."

"We have relations with whom we will."

"Right! You're not picky, and –"

"Wrong, buster," she replied, suddenly squeezing his shoulders tightly, "We're very picky. But we can see auras, and we can sense energy, and we know your spirit as soon as we see you. You've a very kind soul, Jasper. A very tender heart. I can sense that in you as soon as look at you, by the power of my Elvish blood. And I want you, certainly."

"But I've never been with a girl!" yelled Jasper.

Zephyra regarded him for a moment, and then said, slowly, "That's fine. You don't have to do anything. But..." she leaned forward and began to whispers softly in his ear again, "I just think that you should do this for me, since you trespassed."

"I can't!" said Jasper, "Listen, I – I want my first time to be special. With a special girl, although I haven't met anyone yet. I know Elves don't care about that stuff, but please, I don't want to do this with someone I don't really love."

"Fair enough," said Zephyra, pulling away a bit. She took his face tenderly in her hands. She had felt his erection under his pants when she was holding him earlier.

If she wanted, Zephyra could be very manipulative. She could point out his erection. She could tell him that he wanted this whether he admitted it or not. She could demand it from him as a price for trespassing. She could threaten to cut his throat, even. And yet... all that seemed very wrong. Zephyra didn't want to **** someone. She didn't even want him to be ****. She wanted to seduce him, dammit! She needed him to need it. "I'm an Elf!" she thought to herself, "And Elves take what they want from lesser beings." Her whole clan thought so. Every Elf she had known growing up had looked on other races as lesser-than. But, lesser being or no, she simply didn't want to inflict that pain, confusion, terror, and pain on Jasper. He was just too sweet, too kind. She looked into his big blue eyes, still holding his face in her hands. Clearly, he was still afraid of being hurt, and he just needed some more gentle coaxing.

"Listen to me," she said softly, "If anyone has sex with an Elf before leaving these woods, they brag about it, don't they? You've heard the tales."

"I have," he said, looking into her eyes. It was like staring at the sun. He didn't dare stop holding her gaze. He didn't want to show weakness, as difficult as it was to keep looking into her eyes. He had to be strong.

"Then why not?" she asked, smiling at him with hooded eyes.

"Because I don't want to do this with someone who doesn't love me," he replied, "I just... Please, I'll do anything else. I'll give you my gold, even. Just don't make me do this. It would feel so... cold if that were my first time."

Zephyra sighed. There was no getting him to give it up without **** this time, and Zephyra didn't do ****.

"Alright, then," she said softly, "Why don't I do you a favor, instead?"

"Do me a favor?" he asked, his voice cracking with anxiety.

"Of course," she said, still holding his face. Her hands moved down and began gently massaging his neck and shoulders. Jasper sighed and closed his eyes, feeling her soft, skilled hands rub out his tension and fear.

"Listen," she said, "Lots of boys don't have sex, but still let a girl satisfy them. There's something special a girl can do with her mouth. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"Yeah, I've heard of that," he said, blushing, "But..."

"But what?" asked Zephyra, still caressing his shoulders, upper arms, and neck. She looked deeply into his eyes. Jasper, for his part, was slowly becoming obsessed with her scent, breathing in deeply in his nose to inhale and smell it as much as possible. The sweet, light pine scent of her body was overwhelming.

"I mean... Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice very quiet. He was looking down and to one side, sheepishly.

"It feels _fantastic, _Jasper," she said, smiling, "But you don't have to do it if you don't want. If it makes you feel any better, your future wife – whoever she is – will appreciate you learning some skills before you meet her. Experience is the best teacher."

Jasper looked at Zephyra. She was gorgeous. An absolutely ageless Elvish specimen. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Soft, small, perky breasts. A tiny waist and curvy hips, with pale skin. He wondered if she would have a bush. On the other hand, he knew that Elves were supposed to have no body hair. Perhaps.... perhaps Elvish women had no pubic hair. In that case, Zephyra was utterly smooth down there, totally smooth and soft and pink...

"Do it," he said, breathing heavily. "I... I want you to do it to me like that. But just your mouth!"

"Good!" said Zephyra, "Just my mouth. Of course, sweet boy..."

Zephyra stood back from him and began taking her clothes off. Jasper marveled at her soft, slender, tight, Elven body, staring rapturously as each article of her clothing hit the forest floor. She stood there in front of him, smirking.

"What's wrong, Martin? Never seen a naked girl before?"

"N-no."

She laughed loudly, her apple-sized breasts shaking with her mirth, pink nipples wobbling this way and that.

"Well, then! There's a first time for everything."

Zephyra smirked at him. They locked eyes as her hands wandered down the front of his tunic and found the buttons at the crotch of his pants. She unbuttoned then, then slid his pants down to his ankles. His erection stood pointing straight ahead with his pants down. He shifted, a little uncomfortably. Cat-people never had a lot of hair on their bodies, and he had only a light dusting of pubic hair. Zephyra knelt down, grabbed the base of his penis with one hand, and smiled up at him. She was on her knees now, with a tight grip on his penis.

"You've only ever done it with your hands, love? That's it?" she said, "Like this?"

As she spoke, she began slowly stroking him. He shivered and sighed, feeling his whole body relax under her careful attention.

"Yes, Zephyra," he said, "That's all I've ever done."

She giggled.

"Well, then!" she said, still smiling, "I think you'll enjoy this."

Zephyra gripped his cock firmly by the end, so that the head of his penis just barely stood out beyond her hand. She pointed it at her mouth and looked up at him with a narrow-eyed, red-faced, open-mouthed grin. He could feel her hot breath on the tip of his penis, her humid breath warming his dick. His toes curled, gripping the ground through his boots. Finally, Zephyra slowly licked the sensitive underside of his cock. He moaned, feeling her hot moist tongue slide up his penis and send an electric jolt through his entire body. She slowly moved her mouth toward his penis, keeping a tight grip on the base. He felt his butt quivering, his hips locking up as her mouth approached his sensitive spot. She got within an inch or two and then jerked away and giggled. He made a frustrated sound in his throat.

"Now, now," she said, stroking him a little more with her hand, "You have to be patient. You've always wanted a girl to suck your dick, haven't you? You're nineteen. How much time do you spend fantasizing about this?"

"All day long," he groaned, futilely pushing his hips against her hand. She smiled up at him, sticking her tongue out as far as she could. She laughed softly, her eyes twinkling and mocking him as he thrust his hips to try and push his penis onto her tongue.

"Oh, you, poor, sweet boy," she said, still giggling, "You really need some pleasure, don't you? Oh, poppet, what's the matter? Do those dumb bitches at your village refuse to put out? They don't even suck you off?"

Before he could answer, Zephyra wrapped her lips around the head of his penis. At first, he made a surprised face. Her mouth was a bit cooler than his genitals, and it felt a little strange at first. But then it began to feel incredible. Jasper moaned loudly and his head rolled backward, resting against the tree. She was still just sucking on the head of his penis. She pulled off and begin lapping at the head, her tongue sliding repeatedly over his most sensitive spot. Jasper moaned again and bucked his hips, practically begging Zephyra to take the whole thing down her throat.

There was a light blush across Zephyra's pretty face. Both of her hands held Jasper's cock at the base, and she looked up at him with hooded eyes, moaning softly with her lips still tightly sealed around his dick. A little drool leaked out of her mouth, trickling down his rod.

"Ohhh," he said, beginning to push his hips forward. She made a "nuh-uh" sound and pushed his hips back against the tree to hold him still. He understood that she was in control here.

Zephyra kept her lips wrapped tightly around Jasper's member. She began bobbing her head up and down, dragging her lips along the length of his shaft. Her lips were warm and wet. Zephyra's head moved up and down at a slow, steady, rhythmic pace, and finally, she pushed her head all the way down, until her nose was pressed against his belly and her chin was tight to his balls. She practically screamed, feeling the intense, moist heat of her mouth and throat swallow his cock completely.

"Oh, gods!" he yelled. And then she was back to it, one hand wrapped around the base of his dick and one fondling his balls. He moaned and shivered as he felt her mouth expertly work his dick, playing his body like a violin. A warm west-wind blew as Zephyra continued sucking his cock. She began to make noise. There was a loud gluck-gluck-gluck sound as he repeatedly let the head of his cock slam into the back of her throat. She pulled her head off of his dick and coughed, face bright red with her eyes watering. Nevertheless, she smiled at him, a little drool running down her chin.

"Do you like that, poppet? Do you like getting your cock sucked?"

Jasper nodded, and Zephyra got back to work. She sucked greedily on the head of his penis, her lips and tongue working to send him over the edge, caressing, licking, brushing, squeezing, sucking. She slurped loudly, her tongue brushing the underside of his tick while her hands expertly manipulated his balls. She squeezed his balls just tight enough to make him wonder, and then released them and deep throated him again. Jasper sighed, eyes rolling in pleasure as Zephyra's hands wandered over every inch of his genitals, thighs, and abdomen. Her nails scratched down his sides and made him jump, tickled his hips, and then reached around to get a handful of his butt cheeks. Zephyra aggressively bounced her head up and down, dedicated to pleasing Jasper immensely. Then, she tried something new.

One of Zephyra's hands wandered up Jasper's inner thigh, while Zephyra's other hand had a tight grip on his balls. She was still looking up at him with her big, blue eyes, maintaining eye contact as she sucked his cock. While one of her hands held him captive by holding his balls, the other once tickled his inner thigh. She reached up between his legs and fondled his bottom a little bit, still sucking him off. Then, the she decided, was the time to see if he would accept a new experience.

Her free hand caressed the sensitive skin of his crack, while her mouth continued greedily sucking his penis, strings of drool dripping down to the forest floor as she made love to his cock. Her free hand tickled the inside of his crack as her lips and tongue still teased and stroked and controlled his penis. She began to tickle his asshole then, smiling up at him when she felt his hips jump. She pushed her head all the way down on his cock, looking determinedly up at him, and then finally pulled away. One of Zephyra's hands continued to stroke Jasper's penis, while the other went to her mouth. She spat on her finger, knowing she would need some lubricant, and then returned that hand to Jasper's asscrack.

"Ah! Ahhh... Oooooohhhh!" he yelled, feeling her push her finger into his hole. He'd never know that that could even bring him pleasure. But he was just a naive village catboy, and she was an experienced Elven lady who had had many lovers. Her finger dipped inside, not hurting or discomfiting him one bit, and then pressed against his prostate.

"Oh, gods! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Ah! Zephyra!" he yelled. He was still tied up, but his neck arched, looking upward at the sky wide-eyed, fingers white-knuckle-tight and Zephyra continued ministering to his penis. She was bobbing her head up and down at an even pace, now, quickly down and then more slowly back up. With each stroke, Martin could feel her tongue slide along his frenulum, and then her lips and cheeks squeezing his shaft on the way back up. He didn't know what she was touching or how, but it was sending feelings of hot liquid fire through his body as she dominated his cock and his hole, deftly massaging his sensitive gland. Her hand was gentle but still insistent, easily controlling his reflexes and making him dance on her fingers. Her other hand gripped his balls, keeping him still. She tightened her grip on his testicles, reminding him that she was in charge.

Zephyra finally released his balls and then grabbed his dick by the base. His penis was swollen and throbbing, and he kept thrusting his hips to try and get some friction on her hand. Meanwhile, her other hand was still introducing him to prostate pleasure, and the first finger was soon joined by a second. Now she could get some more leverage, and began rhythmically, mercilessly pushing into his prostate, making him bounce his hips around desperately. She giggled while seeing his helpless pleasure, feeling his prostate spasm and squirm under her fingers.

"Do you like that, Jasper?" she said in a sultry, husky voice, "Do you enjoy it when I finger you like this? I can feel your little gland clenching. Oh, Jasper, you're so cute when you're surrendering to me. Such a cute, beautiful boy..."

"Fuck!" yelled Jasper, half-delirious with pleasures never felt before, "Zephyra, I'm gonna cum!"

Zephyra wrapped her lips around his cock again and said, "Mmm-hm!" with his penis still in her mouth. She settled into a simple, repeated rhythm: bobbing her head up and down, rhythmically working his prostate, and fondling his balls with her free hand. Jasper had never even gotten a handjob or kissed a girl, and now he was feeling Zephyra expertly work his cock in a way that no woman in his village ever could. After a few more minutes, he could no longer help himself. Zephyra felt Jasper's asshole contract around his finger as he pumped wad after wad of cum into her mouth. She pulled off of his dick and snickered obscenely.

"How was that, you filthy boy?" she asked, her hands tracing up and down his thighs. Ropes of cum still lay across her face. She breathed heavily, looking up at him and blushing.

"Gods, that was amazing!" he said, panting.

Zephyra stood up and pulled a handkerchief out of her pocked. She wiped her own face off, steadily, and then began cleaning off his penis. After she was done, she pulled his pants up and secured the buttons. Then, she untied the knot in the ropes binding him, freeing him. As he watched, she slowly dressed herself. She first pulled on her trousers, then her tunic, and then finally her green cloak. He stood there looking at her for a long time. He had known that elves were mercurial, but he hadn't known how sexually open they were. Suddenly, he felt a stab of fear. What if she decided to kill him? Elves were such changeable, labile beings. Perhaps she would decide, now that she'd sucked him off, that she would simply kill him on a whim?

Seeing the fear in his eyes, Zephyra laughed.

"Oh, you silly boy! I'm not going to hurt you at all." She held her hand to her mouth and tittered. "Come here, poppet..."

She opened her arms to him and drew him into a tight hug. She was a head taller than he was, so his face went into her breasts. She squeezed him gently against her, stroking his hair, rubbing his little kitty ears, and soothing his sore muscles with her hands up and down his back. He timidly wrapped his arms around her, and she hugged him tighter.

"Oh, goodness, you are just adorable!" she squealed, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, "Why hasn't anyone claimed you yet?"

"I don't know," he said softly, "I'm just... Well, I'm a little bit shy."

His tail flicked idly and his ears went flat, expressing his uncertainty. Zephyra continued embracing him, running her hands up and down his body, stopping once to pinch his bottom. He yelped and jumped, and she chuckled and squeezed him close again.

"You are just too cute," she said, "Listen to me, Jasper. If you ever want to try it again with me, maybe even go all the way... Just come out to this neck of the woods again. We'll have some fun. In fact, wait just one moment..."

She reached into her pack and handed him a silver horn. It wasn't very big, but just big enough to make a sound when blown. He took it in his hands and looked down at it, marveling at the flowing Elvish script carved into the body of the horn.

"If you ever want to see me again, just blow this," she said, placing her hands on his shoulders, "I can't guarantee I'll appear right away. But I'll be there as soon as I can. And Jasper... I would really love to see you again. You sweet, gentle, helpless little thing."

Once more, she held him close, planting a big smooch on his forehead. He let her go and turned to walk away, and then thought better of it. He still had something to say.

"Zephyra?" he said, turning back around. But she was gone, vanished in the forest, as was normal for Elves.