Jump Blythe

Fuck it. If I die, at least I’ll die happy.

In one swift motion, you leap from the desk to the bed, landing on top of Blythe and pinning her arms at her sides. Her eyes are wide, but along with the fear there is a certain anticipation in them.

“What are you hiding under that cloak, you naughty elf?”

Blythe lets out a “Meep!” as you pull the cloak aside, revealing the truth behind the way she’s been acting. Beneath her cloak, the elf is wearing nothing but a plain white bra and matching panties. As you release her arms to fully remove the cloak, she closes her eyes and reaches a hand up to bite into her finger. Her face is as red as a tomato, heat radiating powerfully off of her body.

“This… is wrong,” she says. “Yet, you do such things without hesitation. How can you commit sin so easily?”

You wait for her to open her eyes and look at you before answering: “I believe that denying one’s own desires is the greatest sin of all.” Then your hands find themselves sinking into the flesh of her enormous tits through the fabric of her bra, to the tune of her gasping in surprise. She lays stunned for several seconds while you massage her bosom. When she does finally regain her senses, she grabs hold of your wrists and stops their machinations.

“What you say goes against all of the Goddess’s teachings,” she says quietly. “To succumb to the desires of the flesh is supposed to be such an ugly thing. It would mean we are no better than monsters and demons.”

You smile as her grip loosens, and your hands resume their movements. “But…”

“But… it feels so good,” she says, her eyes locked to yours and squinting from the pleasure you’re providing her. “When I think about people staring at my body, I get so hot I can barely stand it. And now, what you are doing to my — ah! To my chest! I have never felt this way before.”

“We’re only getting started,” you say, continuing to work her tit with one hand while the other snakes its way down her skin to her navel, teasingly close to her secret place. “I can shower you with pleasures greater than you’ve ever dreamed of.”

Her lips, already grinning from the attention you’ve given her, widen into a full smile. Encouraged, you slide your hand further down her stomach. However, the moment your fingers touch the fabric of her panties, the spell is broken. Panic fills her features as her hands fly up to your chest, pushing you up and away from her long enough for her to crawl away and leap from the bed.

“I c-cannot, it is too much,” she says, backing up against the door. “I should never have come. The Goddess will surely punish us for this.”

Moving gently and purposefully, you stand, grab Blythe’s cloak off of the floor from where you tossed it before, and meet her at the door. There’s less than a foot between you as you throw the cloak around her shoulders. Once you’ve finished reassembling her disguise, you lean in and lightly press your lips to hers. Her deep green eyes widen in surprise at first, but you hold the kiss for several seconds and she eventually settles into it.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” you whisper into her ear. Her body shudders at the sound of your words, at the feeling of your warm breath on her ear. Then, leaning back to look her in the eyes again, you say, “We can end things here for tonight. Come and talk to me in the morning, and we’ll get to know each other a little better, okay?”

She’s still dazed by the kiss, but she nods. Satisfied, you send her out the door and watch as she enters the room directly across from yours. She turns and looks at you watching her for a few seconds, still woozy from the roller coaster of sensations she just went through, before slowly pushing the door until it shuts with a click.