Svartleby takes his time

At long bloody last, things are coming up Svartleby.

With a heave, he drags the **** little witch up and onto the mattress, knocking aside that ridiculous hat to get a better look at her pale, dark-eyed features, and those subtly pointed ears. Gods but he does love an Elven face.

The rest of her is a treat as well: lovely fat tits, pale as cream and squashed up by a flattering corset. An arse that’ll sport a mark well, he observes, as he rolls her over and tugs up her skirts. And not a stitch on for underwear, saucy bitch.

But it’s those legs that entrance him, and truly set him swelling against his britches. He grasps a handful of the fat of her thighs, detecting barely a drop of muscle, soft and pliant. Her calves are a little more firm, but the entire show is shapely and smooth, ending in petite feet that seem soft and unblemished, despite her lack of boots.

He’s always been a leg man, supposes it goes with his physical perspective on the world.

After the long weeks in this festering dump of a village, the interminable repetition of luring hapless adventurers here with notices, fliers, bounty billings and rumours; after the procession of captives he was able to trade for his own freedom to move around, finally, here’s a prize to make it all worth it.

It’s time to move on, Svartleby has decided. There’s a small cottage to the West with his name on it - and a pair of former inhabitants buried out back - and that’s where he’ll enjoy his retirement. With a new housekeeper in tow.

But first…

He clasps one supple little foot, dragging his tongue along the sole, chuckling to himself as the witch’s toes quiver involuntarily. He fumbles with his britches, already hard as the Hells, his cock straining to be free.

He pushes her legs up roughly, forcing them into the air and clasping those thick thighs against him. His rod slaps free against her flesh, not overly large, but thick and meaty. Bound to make her scream, if the silly bitch could right now.

He rubs himself against the soft, squishy parting of her thighs with a snuffling groan, then takes himself in hand, pressing forward to ease himself between her squashed legs, parting the flesh as if entering her folds. Her calves rest on his shoulders, and despite his stature he’s stocky enough to support them, as he begins to thrust slowly between her thighs.

He pictures her face as he goes, those haughty, arrogant features blank and stupid, tongue lolling out as his hips clap against her flesh, the tip of his cock easing in and out between her pale, unblemished legs. Those tits will be wobbling a treat too - they are, he confirms, as he cranes his neck around to get a better look. Her head has slipped off the side of the bed, and he moans at the thought of yanking those raven locks, bulging out her throat as his heavy balls slap against her nose.

It’s enough to get him pulsing already, as he considers all the ways he could use her. And he throbs, hard, as a guttural groan passes the **** girl’s lips.

“There you are, witchy little slut.” He croons, landing a sharp slap on the meat of her ass. As he continues to thrust between her thighs, slickening them with his drooling cock, he reaches down, pawing at that neatly packaged little pussy. Wet, not overly so, but enough to send his thrusting into a frenzy, her crossed ankles bouncing over his shoulder as he ruts her legs.

“You love it you whore…” he groans, punctuating the taunt with another sharp crack of his palm against her flank. One of those marvellous milky tits has sprung free of her corset, and bounces against her chest as he rocks in against her body.

Fuck, if she’s this soft and warm here, what will the rest of her be like? He’s definitely keeping this one, and will have plenty of time to find out.

That thought sends him over the edge, and he loses any sense of pace or control, his stubby cock shuddering, buried deep enough to protrude on the other side of her thighs, tip straining and then…

He groans long and low as he feels that rush from his root to his crown, pumping a long-pent up load up and across her **** form. He feels her flinch instinctively, and leans around again to watch as his ropes splash against her corseted waist, reaching as far as her tits, tarnishing and immediately staining her ridiculous outfit.

He pulls back, letting the last few jets of his release clot stickily between her legs, and collapses back against the bed. Seizing one of her feet again, he takes a long, lascivious suck of her toes, and feels his spent cock twitch.

He’ll be up again in a moment, and he’ll use her face to clean himself off. He just needs to take a little nap…