Pull out

You are able to thrust hard into her depths three more times, burying you entire length into her, before the slick heat of her pussy brings you to the edge. Just as you feel your seed boiling up the shaft you pull your hardness from the gasping elf and spew load after load of cum onto her naked body.

The first explosion was so strong that the stream of sticky white fluid arched over her small tits and stuck to her pale cheek and chin. As the intensity of the following squirts lessened, you deposited strings of cum on her breasts, flat belly, and finally the soft white curls that covered the mound above her open slit.

You are amazed at how much cum was bottled up inside your heavy balls, the elf between your knees is covered in your seed. If you had choosen to plant this sperm in her warm body, a massive army of human seman would be assualting her womb, searching for any of her eggs to empregnate. You wonder if she was fertile now, or even if elven females had cycles like the females that you knew.

It is just as well you didn't plant your seed, you decide as you help her to her feet. With the brutal invasion of the monsters in the land, not even the elves could be sure of any peace or security. The lithesome elf standing before you, as enticing as her body is, looks a little dazed by her experience. While clearly experienced in sex, you suspect that she never felt the size and power of an arroused man like you before. She may give up on elven lovers completely after she's been filled like that.

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.

As you pull on your clothes you wonder 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. Would your seed grow in her elven womb? You wonder what she would look like with her belly swollen with your child, and her small breasts full of sweet warm milk. Beautiful, no doubt, she looks like a woodland goddess, only the ugly **** mark on her shoulder and the sandals on her feet interrupt the smooth pale skin. Her nakedness probably bothers you more than her, but getting her dressed is 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.