A Mutual Understanding

[SkyguyRP]

When the seamstress echo’d his own thought’s Mir’s resolved cracked, just a little. “You’ve got a point,” he said. The words came slowly but the last barrier he had to saying them was crumbling. “Add a collar to the order, something pretty but obvious.”

When the seamstress reached for her hair and paused Mir just nodded at her, letting her touch “his” slave. She’d be touching the rest of her soon enough and if Spiriel wanted to play with her hair it was only proper and the drow girl agreed, offering it to the seamstress. She ran her fingers through Spiriel’s silvery hair and remarked on how fine it was to which Mir just nodded, trying to look knowing as if he’d played with her hair many times before. When Spiriel reached for the human woman’s hair he had to smirk at how simply inquisitive she was being. Whatever dark humor had came over her before looked to be completely gone and she was absorbed in the seamstress’ hair. Of course, she was probably the first human woman she’d ever seen, and couldn’t have been more Spiriel’s opposite if she tried. The two seemed to be mutually engrossed in looking at each other at least until the seamstress looked back at him and decided to get back to business.

When Spiriel raised her arms Mir didn’t move. He was her owner so why would he give her any privacy. When her little black bottom was exposed he let his lust take over just like a proper master’s should. He saw the seamstress looking at him but his eyes were fixed on her trim little bottom. Young, firm, and tight but with just enough padding to be womanly and round. The kind of bottom he just wanted to play with, spank a few times, kiss, lick... he snorted and drew himself back to the here and now but the damage was done. He was at half mast with his loose cotton shorts doing nothing to conceal that. He wasn’t used to dealing with this kind of temptation and it was maddening. When the seamstress went to measure her waist she had to lift Spiriel’s shirt and completely expose her bottom to Mir. He could only groan, a needy growl that started at the base of his throat.

It was both a welcome respite and a supreme disappointment when the seamstress allowed her to lower her arms and the shirt covered her. The respite only lasted a moment though before the seamstress gasped and exclaimed her question.

The quick glance when she’d been curled up when the seamstress arrived had hinted that she might not be built like a normal woman down there but her color and the shadows had let him see no details. He had no clue what she was getting at. The problem was that he was supposedly her owner and should know every detail about her, especially any differences she had below the belt. He could lie and say that’s how all drow looked but... he had no idea. If things really were that different, well he had no idea what was different, tattoo? Hair? Was something pierced or gone? He had no idea but given his artifice he might just be better off claiming responsibility. “I had it done. She cost a fortune herself, may as well make her exactly how I want her.”

Of course the real question to ask was exactly how he had wanted her? Furthermore how was she put together? Had something been done to her that would make it impossible for them to be together? That would certainly set off alarms with the woman. The urge to get a close look was eating at him but there was peeking at her bottom and there was sticking his face in her crotch. He’d see if he couldn’t ride it out, maybe fake his way through this, he hoped.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

At the warrior’s reply, she couldn’t stop the hint of disgust in the look she shot him, but to her credit, the seamstress just shook her head and re-measured Spiriel’s inseam. It seemed to take a little longer than necessary, and from where Mir sat on the bed, Spiriel seemed to be growing uncomfortable. As the seamstress’ hand neared her crotch, the drow woman slowly rose on her toes, as if trying to draw herself away from the touch, straight up. The hem of the shirt concealed what the seamstress was doing, but Spiriel shot a quick look over her shoulder at Mir, seemingly nervous about how he would react. Her eyes met his only for a moment, then quickly were downcast, averting her gaze as she turned back around, facing away from him again.

At last the seamstress stood up, her expression unreadable as she made her notes with her charcoal pencil. “I’m going to measure her for the underclothes now. She’ll have to take off that shirt for this part.” She turned back to Spiriel and tugged upwards on the hem of the shirt, then mimed pulling it off. Spiriel seemed to understand, but hesitated a moment before complying.

The seamstress’ eyes roamed over the young drow woman’s body appreciatively. “Well at least you appear to be normal up here. Everything in its proper place….and in generous amounts too, I see. No matter. I can fit you.”

She stepped in closer, reaching her arms around Spiriel’s body, passing her measuring tape behind her back and then pulling the measurement of her bustline. After that, she took a measurement from the crest of each dark bosom down the under curve to her ribs below. As almost an afterthought, she measured around Spiriel’s neck for the collar. Throughout the process, Spiriel stood stiffly, as if afraid to move. She seemed to lean away from the woman as much as possible without disobeying where she was told to stand.

At last the seamstress seemed satisfied, and turned away to write down the measurements. Spiriel relaxed a little, almost shrinking in on herself, and covering her breasts demurely with her hand and forearm, until the woman turned towards her again, tape in hand.

Addressing Mir, she said, “Now for this last measurement, I’ll need your help. Normally I have an assistant to help me, but you’ll have to do it this time. She walked around behind Spiriel and placed the end of the tape in the small of the dark skinned girl’s back, just above the swell of her butt. “I need you to hold this right here, and don’t let it slip. I need to measure down between her legs and up the front side. Don’t let it slip, remember. And don’t pull it so tight that it goes up in her split.”

She held the tape there until Mir took it, then passed the rest of the tape between Spiriel’s legs, going around to kneel in front of her. She smiled reassuringly up at the drow girl before pulling the tape up against her sex. Once again, Spiriel lifted up on her toes, but the seamstress only grinned and kept the tape snug until the drow was standing as high on her tiptoes as she could and couldn’t go any higher. She said softly, “I know, little one, it feels strange doesn’t it.” Then she read the measurement and turned to write it down.

“That will do. I’ll try to get these items made for you as quickly as possible, but it’s a lot to do in two days.” Turning to Spiriel, she said, “Well, I’ve measured my first drow. I’m sure I’ll remember this for a long time.”

 

[SkyguyRP]

Mir could take one seamstress being disgusted with him, she wasn’t the first person to show him disdain and he was sure she wouldn’t be the last. What really concerned him was what had prompted that look. What about Spiriel that he’d just claimed responsibility for could make her look at him that way? No reply was forthcoming though as she set about her work, measuring the drow for her undergarments even though whatever the seamstress had noticed had made Spiriel uncomfortable.

He had to suppress a snicker as the girl went up on her toes to avoid getting her inseam measured. When she glanced back at him Mir just smiled and nodded. The seamstress seemed to be staying professional and not getting grabby like a few he’d known. Not that under different circumstances he’d have welcomed getting to watch the seamstress get a little grabby and Spiriel responding in kind.

Of course his torture couldn’t be over. First it was the bottom half of her rump, then the whole delicious thing, and now the seamstress wanted her completely naked. It just wasn’t fair. Worst of all, as Spiriel’s “Master,” he couldn’t look away, having to watch each delicate muscle work as she obediently lifted her shirt up and off. He took a deep shuddering breath and let it out slowly. She was exquisite. You expected it out of elves, the just tended to be put together well but even for an elf Mir thought his little drow was magnificent. When the seamstress complimented her breasts it took some conscious thought for him to reply, “She is a very well put together little elf.”

Mir might have laughed at the way Spiriel leaned away from the woman if enough of his brain could be spared for the task instead of taking in every square inch of exposed black skin. However much he had “paid” for her it wasn’t enough. He had no idea how anyone could have put a price on her.


His reverie was broken when the seamstress asked him for help. Help, or torturing him. He nodded dumbly and stepped up behind Spiriel. One hand fell to the end of the tape and his right to the gentle swell of her naked hip. His hand rested on the womanly curve and held her still as his other held the tape. He looked down her back to where he was holding it, the way it lay between her buttcheeks. He was in hell, a beautiful black skinned hell. The seamstress had told him not to pull it too tight but as Spiriel rose on her toes he couldn’t help but snug it up a bit, making it slip between those round globes before she got up on her tip toes and he let the tension out so the measurement would be right. No point spending a gold on clothes that wouldn’t fit. During it all he kept his eyes downcast though with his height he still had full view down Spiriel’s front but thankfully the girl had her breasts covered. If she hadn’t, seamstress or no he’d probably have ravished her on the bed right now.

And then, blessedly, it was over and the seamstress was packing up her things getting ready to leave. Mir hadn’t let go of his grip on Spiriel’s hip though and he was standing so close behind her that his tented shorts were only millimeters from Spiriel’s bottom, the slightest shift in her stance would bring her in contact with him, and it did.

“Do a good job on the clothes and we’ll visit you for some summer ones on our way back through town,” Mir assured her. “I want my little slavegirl to look pretty when we head south.”

The seamstress nodded and left and Mir finally released Spiriel to go lock the door behind her. He didn’t look at her after the door was shut and locked, turning his back to her and tending the fire while she presumably got dressed, and to avoid looking at her and the look of disgust he expected her to give him for the way he’d acted. Somehow, the idea of Spiriel being disgusted with him was far more troubling than the seamstresses loathing.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

The young drow wasn't sure what the human woman had gotten so excited about. The measuring for her clothes had been a little bit of a surprise for her. Mir apparently wanted her to have her own clothes to wear instead of his. No one had worried too much about what she was wearing when she lived in the temple; they just gave her the simple tunic that marked her as belonging to the goddess' house, and that was that. But Mir had told her to stand here, and she would obey him. That's the way it was supposed to be.

And in truth, she was so relieved that he had decided not to let the fat man have her that she would have done anything he wished right then, as long as it was for him and him alone. One master was better than many, especially if he treated her as kindly as Mir had so far. So she stood as still as she could while the human woman took her measurements. That is, right up until the woman had jerked her hand back in shock, and made the loud sounding exclamation. Spiriel didn't know what had happened. Had she done something wrong? Would Mir punish her for it?

She stood as still as she could while the woman talked to Mir, all while looking at her very closely 'down there'. It was making the dark skinned woman very nervous to have so much attention given to the place 'they' had burned her so long ago.

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It had been just after her mother had brought her to live at the temple and given her to the priestesses there in exchange for two greenish gemstones. Her mother had gone away and never came back, but the women who stayed in the temple took her away. At first they had treated her nice enough; though she didn't like being away from her mother and especially her father. But it was not long after that day that they took her to the special room.

They had made her lay upon the big table made of smooth stone. It was cold on her skin; they had taken her clothes away. Many of the women had gathered around the table, dressed in their scarlet and black robes with the spider design on their breasts. One very beautiful woman dressed all in black, in a dress that sparkled in the light, stepped up to the table at her feet. She began to chant in a strong, even tone, and Spiriel got very dizzy and sleepy, but she did not go to sleep. Soon she could not move her arms or legs. At a signal from the beautiful woman, the rest all moved close to the table and held down her arms and legs. One moved to stand at her head, and held down her shoulders. She heard a grinding sound as the table was split apart between her legs and moved so that her legs were spread wide. The beautiful woman stepped up between them as the women all around her held her down tightly.

Spiriel remembered how the beautiful woman had held the little curved knife high above her, chanting in that sing-song voice. The little knife had begun to glow, like it was heated by a fire, and the little drow girl became very afraid, wanting to cry out. But somehow it was is if they were holding down her voice too, and she couldn't make any sounds above a whimper. The beautiful woman looked down upon her, meeting her eyes for the first time, and Spiriel saw the cruelty in them. The woman brought the knife down between her legs suddenly, and that's when they began to burn her down there.

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It had seemed to go on for hours, and later, had hurt for days afterwards. But in time she had nearly forgotten it, gotten used to it. Now the human woman had seen what they had done to her, and said something to Mir about it. She went back to her measuring when he answered, but Spiriel had caught the look on her face. Now the human woman's fingers touched her down there, under the shirt, and it was more than just accidentally brushing her from being that close. She could feel the end of the tape just against her mound, but also the human's other fingers tracing along the edge of her 'under lip', and reaching under further still.

She rose up on her toes, wanting to get away from the woman's touch, but the woman only smiled up at her, a knowing look in her eyes. Spiriel glanced back over her shoulder, wondering if Mir knew what was happening. Would he be angry at what this woman was doing? Did he tell her she could do this?

Her eyes met his for an instant, saw his smile and his nod of approval. He was watching it all, and he must have told the woman she could feel what they had done to her. That must have been what they had been talking about. So she turned back, lowering her gaze submissively. He had told her to stand right here, and she would obey. She would make him proud of her, even if she wasn't quite sure what the woman was going to do to her. She hoped it would not hurt.

Spiriel felt the woman's deft fingers tracing out the edge of her under lip, then moving behind it to tickle through the little patch of fur. She could feel herself responding, feel the wetness that seeped through the fur, coating the woman's fingers. She stiffened as those same fingers curled back under her, found the opening under her lip, and slipped inside. Her hands at her sides curled into fists and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

But it was all over in a moment, and the seamstress stood up before her, the hint of that secret smile just curling her lips. It was not the first time that Spiriel had encountered a woman of this kind, one who enjoyed playing with other women. She had been made to please them on many past occasions in the temple. And if Mir wanted this woman to touch her like that, she would not resist it. At least she was not as bad as the fat man.

The woman made her take off Mir's shirt and proceeded to put her arms around her, but it turned out she was only measuring her breasts. That wasn't so bad, though she couldn't help herself leaning away slightly. Something about the way this woman did the things to her that she did, in secret, as if keeping it from Mir, made Spiriel feel like it was something wrong. If Mir wanted to watch them do this thing together, why didn't the woman just do it openly? Why hide what she was doing? It just didn't feel right.

But the woman surprised her next by calling Mir over as well. Spiriel didn't know what was going to happen, but at least she felt a little safer with him near. His strong hand resting on the curve of her hip steadied her as the woman passed the tape between her legs again, but this time did not try to touch her there. Still she pulled the tape up right over the sensitive tip of her lip down there, and it made her rise up on her toes again. The tape slipped between the cheeks of her tightened buttocks, the muscular globes dimpled in contraction in her present posture. The backs of her thighs and calves were also taut, and made shapelier by the pose.

It was only for a moment though, and the woman took the tape away. Spiriel relaxed a little, standing flat footed once more, but Mir's hand remained on her hip, his arm around the small of her back. She glanced up at him, admiring the strong lines of his face briefly until the woman spoke to her again. She did not know the words, but the smile was there again, and it made her flush in a heated blush.

When the seamstress had gone, Mir locked the door and turned way, ignoring her. Spiriel wondered if he had been disappointed in her somehow. Was she supposed to do more with the woman? No one had told her to do anything as far as she knew. She was just supposed to stand there and let them do what they wanted, wasn't she? She'd done that and hadn't complained.

She turned to the bed and reached for the shirt again, then went over to where Mir stoked the fire. "Spiriel wear shirt now? Mir's shirt?" She knelt beside him, staring into the flames, awaiting his answer. Maybe he wanted her to do something else before putting it on, or maybe he would want it back for himself.

The fire was warm and comforting, and she thought about where he would want her to sleep. If she belonged to him now, he might want her to warm his bed by his side. But on the other hand, he might want to sleep undisturbed. She stood, naked, leaving the shirt by his side for the moment and crossed to get the blanket bundling their food from the trail. She took it to the table and unloaded the few remaining biscuits and a couple pears, then shook out the blanket and returned with it to the hearth. She began to spread it out in front of the fireplace, doubling it over so she could lay on part of it and be covered with the other half. When she'd arranged it to her liking, she knelt down on it again, next to Mir, staring into the fire in quiet companionship.

 

[SkyguyRP]

Did she know what she was doing to him? Did she have any clue? Instead of just putting her shirt back on she’d asked him if he wanted her to or not. That had confirmed it in his head, she thought he was her new master. And damned if his first impulse after that wasn’t to abuse it. After she’d asked him about the shirt he’d just kept mute. Like a sonofabitch he’d just kept his mouth shut and let her go back to the table as naked as could be. Wonderfully, gloriously, naked. She was completely bare to him, front and back. She was gorgeous and his for the taking, all he had to do is keep the lie up. Lies of omission, so simple and easy. Just keep your mouth shut about how at this moment she was a free woman and let her think she was a slave. Let her go on thinking it, take advantage of it.

Abuse her trust.

That thought put the steel back in his spine. For whatever reason this girl had decided she could trust him and every second he kept quiet and let her keep on thinking she was his slave he was violating that trust, violating her. If he did take advantage of her like his loins wanted to he’d never be able to live with himself, never look himself in the mirror again. Not that he didn’t want her, as she walked back to the fire with the blanket he wanted her badly, but not like this.

She took the blanket and neatly folded it on the floor before kneeling beside him. It looked like she was getting ready to sleep in front of the fire and that wouldn’t do, but it would have to wait. There were other, more pressing issues. His shorts were the only stitch of clothing between them so he picked up his shirt and gave it to her. “Put it on.” With their limited vocabulary how was he going to communicate this? Well, the beginning would probably be best.

Mir leaned to the side and went from kneeling to sitting on his side, turned to face Spiriel. “Mir keep Spiriel safe,” he assured her. That much she seemed to understand and assuring her that she was safe seemed like a good place to start. “You,” he said as he tapped her collarbone,”not, slave.” He emphasized the not and shook his head from side to side. “Not slave, not.” he added forcefully. He patted his own chest, “Mir, not master.” He reached out and took her hands, pressing them together as if they were cuffed or chain then he pulled them wide. “Not slave, free.” He pantomimed cracking a whip, he had no clue if drow whipped their slaves or not but it was the best he could do. “Mir, not master,” he tossed the imaginary whip into the fire. “You are free.” He reached up to her throat and unlocked an imaginary collar before casting it to the fire as well.

Would that make any sense? He doubted it, but he’d try, and he’d treat her properly. He’d taken too many liberties with her already. He pointed to her then the bed, “You sleep in the bed. Warm, safe. Mir sleep on the floor.” He tapped his own chest then the blanket she’d laid out. Worse came to worse the first would keep him warm, probably, and he’d slept in more awful locations. “You do what you want. Eat, sit, sleep, free. You, bed. Mir, floor.” Besides, if he was on the floor he wouldn’t be tempted by her.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

She slipped on the shirt obediently. He hadn't said anything, but she could sense something was troubling Mir. Self consciously, she pulled the shirt tail down over her knees where she knelt, leaving only part of her feet sticking out from underneath. She was completely covered, but pulling the shirt down over herself like that exposed more of her cleavage through the neckline.

When she was settled, he began to talk to her. Through pantomime and the words she did know, she began to understand. It was confusing at first, because if she wasn't his slave, then what was she? Where could she go where she would be safe. They had come here together, to this you-man place, but there were more than just humans here. She remembered the eyes that had cast their gaze on her in the common room earlier; unfriendly looks and hostile expressions. Some of the looks were those of interest, but not the sort that she would have encouraged.

Mir was telling her she was free. She could eat, sleep, sit wherever or whenever she wanted to. And she supposed, if she was free, it meant she could leave too. But the image of the fat man waiting just beyond the door loomed large in her mind. And the way the seamstress had touched her was still too recent in her memory. She couldn't go, not really. They and others like them were waiting for her out there, in this world of the surface. If Mir was not going to be her master, then someone would, sooner or later.

And if she left, Mir could not protect her, could not keep her safe. She had heard the word 'slave' passed back and forth between Mir and the seamstress, and even the fat man. She had assumed they were referring to her. Mir had to know the truth, if he didn't already.

She reached out to touch him lightly on his forearm, interrupting his private thoughts as he had turned to watch the flames once more. Softly she spoke, slowly and carefully choosing the words, what few she knew. "Mir.....Good you-man warrior. No kill drow slave girl Spiriel. Keep Spiriel slave girl safe. Give food. Give warm blanket. Give clothing." She emphasized what she meant by plucking at the blanket, then the shirt in turn. "Good for Spiriel slave girl." Here she paused, trying to find the way to say what she wanted him to know.

"Spiriel slave girl give Mir you-man warrior food, help. Give Mir good touching." She demonstrated by reaching to Mir's shoulders and neck, rubbing a little. "Good trade. Spiriel slave girl give help. Is good helper to Mir." Now her head tilted, looking into his eyes instead of averting her gaze submissively. "Mir give Spiriel warm bath, more food, clothing more. Now give Spiriel slave girl make free." She gestured futilely with her hands, as if hoping the words would come to ask her question and make him understand. She'd tried all along to trade what she could for what he'd given her. But she didn't know the words to say this. And now what he was giving her was worth more than anything she could give in return.

"Spiriel good drow, no kill you-man. Good helper. Give Mir....." She hesitated, unsure how to say it. ".....much good help, good touch. No slave, more. Helper. Help Mir. Mir keep Spiriel safe. No bad fat you-man."

She smiled hopefully. Maybe he had understood her proposal. She would stay with him and help him in the ways she could. And he would protect her from other humans like the angry fat man. And if he didn't want her to be a slave, that was good too, though in her mind she wasn't sure how things would be different, exactly.

She moved closer and put an arm around his shoulders, though she had to stretch up a little to do so. To reach across his broad back, she had slipped in closer, right next to him in fact. It allowed her the opportunity to rest her cheek on his shoulder. It just seemed like the natural thing to do after the great gift he had given her. It also pressed the softness of her breast, warm even through the shirt, against his arm.

"Mir good you-man warrior. Spiriel good drow helper. Sleep bed, both. Warm. Good. Safe."

 

[SkyguyRP]

Mir listened to her halting reply to his statements. He was thankful that she’d pulled her shirt down. It only accentuated her breasts more but at least it hid her long shapely legs and cute bottom. When her hand rested on his forearm Mir looked back at her. When she insisted that he’d been good to her he reached over and laid his hand over hers, squeezing it. Twenty four hours before he’d been wondering if she’d slit his throat in the night and now here they were sitting in front of the fire with her telling him he’d been good to her and him less worried about what she’d do and more worried about what he might do to her.

When she mentioned a trade it made Mir chuckle but she was on a roll and he let her go. He’d never thought that she was doing what she’d been doing out of some sense of obligation. He could see it though and it had been nice. A helper would be nice. Someone to help him with his armor, making camp, just some company for the many long trips he found himself on.

He had to smirk when she promised not to kill him. Then again given their relationship it was probably something worth enumerating. They’d started out with her knife to his throat and his to her heart. Maybe not the best start to a relationship, a friendship, but they seemed to be making it work. Honestly, her good touching alone would be worth bringing her along. The little drow’s hands had been wonderful even through his armor and he was curious what they’d be like without steel and leather in the way. He’d be torturing himself, that much he was sure of, but he’d rather put up with that than the alternative. “Spiriel help Mir,” he said with a nod. “Mir keep Spiriel safe, no bad fatman. Spiriel with Mir.”

When Spiriel snuggled up to him it seemed natural for him to wrap his arm around her and pull her close. Of course, that meant moving it with her perfect soft breast pressed against it and it was perfectly happy where it was. Still, holding her close seemed more appropriate than getting a cheap thrill from having her perfectly shaped, full, firm, and young breast pressed against his arm. He mentally shook himself to get rid of the ideas he was having. ‘Behave,’ he told himself. ‘You’re the girl’s protector.’ With his arm around her and her cheek on his shoulder he was reminded of a time when he was much younger and the girl he’d been wooing.

She’d been young, like him. Pretty as could be with her red curly hair and freckles. She had been curvier than Mir but in that wonderfully womanly way. The kind of woman you courted, married, and had lots of children with. At least you did, until your town was raided, and you found her lying dead in the gutter with her throat carelessly slit. Then you leave home seeking vengeance which over the years cools to just hoping to stop that from happening to others, and years later leaves you just another sell sword killing orcs in the mountains until one day you run across a drow in a pool taking a bath.

A young drow maiden who was now insisting on sharing your bed. Mir hugged Spiriel tighter and cast a glance at the bed. He could already feel the chill seeping into the room through the wood. The fire was doing it’s best to warm the room but the window was creaky and old and letting in cool air bringing the temperature in the room down. It wouldn’t be a good night to be sleeping in just shorts under a thin blanket. Truth be told the bed was one of the nicest he’d seen, clean sheets, thick blankets on top, they even had some pillows. Compared to what he was used to it was palatial. Another cold breeze flitted across their skin making them both shiver. The sun had set and night was falling. There wasn’t much reason to stay up or out in the cold. So he stood and pulled Spiriel to her feet. “Let’s go to bed,” he said trying to keep the words tame and not loaded with the meaning they usually had when he said them to a woman.

He shoo’d Spiriel towards the bed and turned to make sure everything was ready for the night. He rechecked the door, making sure it was locked tight and the chair jammed against it was set properly. He grabbed a platter from the table and laid it under the chair then perched some of the forks and spoons on it so that if anyone messed with the door the silverware would fall on the platter and make a ruckus. He tossed a few more logs on the fire so it would stay burning as long as it could and laid out some more wood nearby so he wouldn’t have to search in the middle of the night if need be. He took the blanket from in front of the fireplace and stuffed it against the lower jam of the window to cover up some of the draft. It seemed to work and he dogged the window shut. He covered their food and drink and pushed the table closer to the bed. They’d be able to have breakfast without getting out of the warmth of bed. Last but not least he looped the belt of his scabbard around the post of the bed putting it in easy reach and deposited one of his fighting knives on the table beside the bed.

Which only left the bed and Mir reflexively kicked his shorts off leaving him naked. When he slept in an inn he usually did. He was clean, the sheets were clean, and he intended to enjoy a good night’s rest with as little between him and comfort as possible. His usual bedmates didn’t argue with his nakedness but as he slipped into bed next to Spiriel and pulled the heavy blankets up to his neck he was acutely aware of his state. He thought about getting up to get the shorts but that would mean getting out of the bed and it was one of the most fantastically comfortable ones he’d ever laid in. Soft, and getting warmer, with a nice comfortable sheet and thick blankets to keep them warm. No, this was how he slept and Spiriel could get used to it. He’d just sleep on his side and not face towards her. Easy.

Or not, as comfortable as the bed was it wasn’t enormous. Laid across it Spiriel’s feet wouldn’t have stayed on and her knees would have almost been able to bend. He was quickly conscious of feeling the drow girl’s body heat right next to him.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Mir's arm around her was a surprisingly comforting presence, and Spiriel found herself leaning into the half embrace. Despite their communication difficulties, she was happy that they seemed to have finally reached an understanding between them. It would be a mutually beneficial arrangement, and she wouldn't have to feel as though she needed to repay every gesture in kind.

Not that she would have objected so much to having Mir as her master though. Being a slave was what she was used to after all. And truth be told, it was a source of stress to try to navigate a situation that was strange to her. There was a certain comfort in the familiar, even if the routine held some things in store for her that had not been pleasant in her past experiences. He did make her feel safe, and that was worth a lot in the world she had come from. Even if it came at the cost of her freedom, she would have gladly accepted him as her master, as long as he continued to take care of her as he had so far.

As she gazed into the fire, side by side with Mir, she reflected on what the future would hold in store for them now. She had been ready to submit to him as his slave. Indeed she had assumed that was how he saw their relationship as well. It was a little surprising to find that he intended to consider her as free. But it only convinced her even more of the quality of the man. She thought about how it could have been someone like the fat man who had crept up on her at the lake instead and she shuddered.

Fortunately there as a bit of a draft just then, and Mir probably thought she shivered due to the chill. He stood beside her, pulling her up effortlessly in his strong arms. She didn't have to understand all of his words to know he was ready to go to bed. A little of her earlier apprehension came back to her in the form of a nervous flutter in the pit of her stomach. She crossed to the bed, wondering if she should undress. Would he want that? He had told her to wear his shirt only a short time before.

She watched him make his preparations for the night, deciding to keep the shirt on until he told her otherwise. Then she realized she was still thinking like a slave. Would she ever get used to deciding for herself what to do or not do? She turned back the covers and slipped under, partly sitting up against the pillows. His careful set up of the platter and utensils brought a curious tilt of her head until she caught on as to it's purpose. She had to admit that it was a good idea, though she wondered what Mir would be concerned about to take such precautions. In her naiveté she felt that Mir's presence was all the protection she'd need. He seemed perfectly able to take care of both of them.

Her eyes roamed freely over his body as he disrobed, admiring his physique from under half lowered lids. Despite her earlier misgivings, she thought he was a fine figure of a man. It was true that humans were built larger than drow, but Mir had nice proportions, she admitted. It would be that same large frame that protected her, so if it came down to pleasing him physically, could she take him? She pondered this as he crossed the room and slipped into the bed beside her.

He was large compared to her, and compared to any other male she'd experienced. But maybe if he was gentle with her..... She didn't think it would be impossible, certainly. But the question was what would it take for her to feel it was necessary. Mir had done a lot for her already, and when she thought she was his slave, she was sure he intended to have her at any moment. She had been mentally preparing herself for when that moment came, and that was in consideration of what he'd already done for her. Now he had given her her freedom back, and that was more precious than all that came before.

As he slipped into the bed beside her, she felt her nerves peak, wondering what the next few minutes would bring. But when Mir lay on his side, his back to her, she realized with sudden clarity that she had made her decision. The bed was small with the two of them in it together, and there was only one way they could each lay on their sides and still fit.

She turned towards him, curling her body to conform to his back in a spooning position. One slim dark arm draped over his hip, the other curling under her head. Mir's body was warm, and the intimate contact made her lips curl in a happy smile. She murmured, "Warm. Safe......happy."

 

[SkyguyRP]

This was hell. This right here, this exact thing, this was what hell was. It was a comfortable bed, a warm fire, and a woman you couldn’t touch but who insisted on touching you.

The blankets were thick and heavy so his body heat and Spiriel’s combined warmed their little pocket of air up quickly and the sheets followed soon after. The room could get as cold as it liked and they’d be fine. In fact he was looking forward to a long night in it resting. Rest which he sincerely doubted he’d get now. Spiriel was spooning with him and he could feel every bit of the little elf plastered against his back. The twin soft cushions of her breasts, her slender legs pressed against his, her hips pressing into his naked backside.

In spite of all that had happened his manhood still would not be denied and as she laid by him it firmed until he was hard as iron. Then her little arm draped on his thigh and he wished he would just calm down. He’d scare the girl at this rate. It did confirm though that they had to lay like this. If they switched places he knew it would take only minutes before he’d be poking her backside. After assuring her that she wasn’t a slave but free he didn’t know how she’d take it. Being a slave before he doubted she’d seen many men in his state that didn’t immediately take what they wanted. She had calmed down greatly, to the point of snuggling next to him at the fire. He didn’t think he could deal with another emotional rollercoaster tonight.

Still, on another level it felt odd. He was used to being the spooner, not the spoonee. Scare her or not he’d have much rather been holding her to his body. His position also left him staring at the fire and the heat on his face and light in his eyes were not conducive to sleep. It was just the final straw of the night. He hadn’t been prepared to share a room with someone else, much less a woman, and the whole thing had been horribly thought out on his part. No privacy screen for baths, no extra clothes, no separate bed for her to sleep in. And after all the aggravation, teasing, frustration, and exasperation of the night he really just wanted to sleep properly and this was not it. He hated to move Spiriel if she was comfortable but he couldn’t sleep like this.

“Spiriel safe,” he assured her as he started to roll over. He nudged her away from himself as he rolled, giving him the space to do it without poking her until he laid on his opposite side facing her. He rolled his hips a bit more and trapped his excitement under his left leg to keep it away from her. “Spiriel safe,” he said again. “Mir no bad touch.” He nudged her to get her to roll over on her other side then wrapped on of his arms around her waist and easily pulled her up against him so he was spooning her. He kept that arm around her waist and pushed his other under the pillow that she had laid her head on. Now he felt proper. He pulled the covers down tight around them and shifted a little to get comfortable. “Safe, warm,” he rumbled. “Mir no bad touch.”

It was a minor concession to his base desires but he felt much better in this arrangement. He could only hope she did too. "Mir very happy."

 

[Annisthyrienne]

She was just drifting off to sleep, more relaxed and happy than she had been since running away from the temple and escaping to the surface. For the first time since then....maybe even since her mother had brought her to the temple, she finally did feel safe. Mir would not hurt her, even if he wanted her body for his pleasure. Of this she was reasonable sure. He'd had the chance to do whatever he wanted with her. He could have let her continue to believe she was his slave, and could have commanded her to submit to him. Even if he hadn't done it that way, he was big enough and strong enough to force her if he'd wanted to. But in all the chances he'd had, he only treated her with kindness and consideration.

So when he stirred, and turned towards her, she thought perhaps he had changed his mind. Her eyes opened, looking at him with wide eyed expectation, waiting for his advances. Her body responded to her anticipation, glands secreting her slippery natural lubrication, moistening the little fur patch between her legs. But she was a little surprised when he nudged her to roll over to face away from him. At first a flash of concern crossed her mind as she thought he might want to use her bottom, like the Commander had. Mir was much larger, and would hurt her if he forced her. But the deep rumble of his voice assured her that he would not hurt her, that she was safe. He called it 'bad touch' and somehow she understood. She turned over, letting him settle in close against her. His strong arm around her provided a comforting feeling as they settled in.

It was an unusual feeling for her to have the strong presence of a male behind her and yet not having to submit to a painful sexual experience. After a few minutes of quiet tension, she relaxed into his embrace. She thought about the words he'd used to assure her. Mir's touch was not a bad touch. Of course she figured out what he had meant, but even then, would it be a bad touch? As if to give answer to her own question, she turned back towards him partly, and reached back to rest her hand on his hip. She murmured quietly, "Mir no bad touch. Good touch. Okay. Spiriel with Mir, happy."

 

[SkyguyRP]

When Spiriel started to get nervous when he rolled over Mir just kept on with his smooth and even tone. He was pleased when she relaxed into him, snuggling her little body up against him. Something about her trust in him pleased him a great deal. In a day going from holding a knife to his neck to snuggling her nearly naked body up against his completely naked one. This was a much more agreeable arrangement as far as he was concerned, and one he could sleep with easily. The small bed was going to ensure they’d wind up touching somehow, may as well be this way. He’d have to sleep a little funny to keep his inflamed manhood away from her but it was a small price to pay.

Of course, then she had to twist around and he felt her hand reach out to rest on his bare hip. "Mir no bad touch. Good touch. Okay. Spiriel with Mir, happy." She was tempting him, sorely, and after a day of being good and laying in a warm bed next to an equally warm and beautiful Mir was at his limit. She knew she was free so if she didn’t want it she could tell him no and he’d keep his hands to himself. He think he gathered her meaning, that his touch wouldn’t be bad. Maybe it was the language barrier or maybe wishful thinking but he took that as a signal that touching wasn’t off limits.

“I’ll always give you good touch,” he whispered heavily into her ear as his hand around unwound and settled on sitting palm open on her stomach. She was a little skinny still, but he figured a few weeks of eating well would fix that. It was hard to imagine anyone treating Spiriel poorly but someone had and that had apparently included not enough food. Whoever they were they were a fool. Their stupidity had cost them Spiriel but it had benefited him greatly so fool or not he owed them a debt. His hand on her stomach started to rub her belly, widening it’s arc as it made little circles. His hands were rough and calloused and he knew it so he tried to keep it light, not to grind his hard hands into her. He’d listened to the last few women he’d been with about things like that. One finger found her belly button and he idly played with the silver ring there. It was tiny and discreet and yet it still fascinated him. He’d been with women that had various parts of their anatomy pierced besides their ears and it had always fascinated him, a little dressed up and decorated even naked. His curious fingers strayed lower, brushing over the soft skin below her belly for just a moment. He didn’t go lower out of fear of alarming her. He wanted her, he was sure that was obvious, but he wasn’t going to let himself get out of control, or her even think he would. He’d give her the time to decide for herself and not just assume he had permission to go lower than that.

Higher though, that was another matter as his hand slithered up her belly, pulling them he of her shirt up with it. He could count her ribs as his fingers went up her torso. She was small enough that his splayed fingers could cover almost all of it. He quickly ran out of torso though when his fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts and he stopped short of taking them in his palms. He was eager to find out what they’d feel like but he wasn’t going to go farther until he had permission. He was just making his intentions clear, as if the way he’d been leering at her all day wouldn’t have clued her in. “Mir touch Spiriel very good, if Spiriel want.” He murmured above her. He shifted his leg that had been pinning his excitement under him and let it rise, brushing against the back of Spiriel’s thighs. “You say no, no more touch,” Mir tried to assure her. “Spiriel free, you decide if Mir touch.”

He didn’t know what he’d do if she told him no but he would stop. He wouldn’t ruin her trust of him if she genuinely didn’t want to be touched but after this day he was going to take the chance and find out if she wanted it. If not... well he’d probably put on his shorts and go downstairs to find someone to beat the shit out of, but he’d leave her be.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

The deep rumble of Mir’s voice in her ear, and the heated tickle of his breath on the little fine hairs at the nape of her neck sent a shivery tingle down her spine. And it almost made her want to giggle, as if being tickled, except for the way it set off the fluttery feelings in her tummy. And it was as if Mir knew the effect he had on her. His hand relaxed, unfurling his fingers and pressing his palm lightly right over that spot. His fingers lightly moved over her skin, and where they touched her, feather light, it was as if he stirred the fluttering sensations inside her.

A warmth blossomed in her core, and began to spread outwards. She lay still, passively accepting what he was doing to her, though in truth she was awash in nervous excitement to see what he would do. As his fingers moved in little spirals over her belly, even through the fabric of the shirt, it felt good. And she wondered how far down he would go with growing anticipation. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat, and held there in suspense. Then she felt his hand gathering up the hem of the shirt, tugging it upwards to uncover her. Was this the moment he would take her?

His deep rumble tickled the back of her neck again as he reassured her that he would never touch her in a bad way. And his words were timed just as his fingers brushed under the hem of the shirt, tracing lightly over her bare skin.

Now the fluttery tingles spread with the warmth, radiating out of her lower belly, originating under that delta region below her navel but above the swell of her dark mound, and nearly from the point of one hip to the other. She squirmed a little under his touch. Her body was responding in a way she had almost never felt before. Few ever took their time with her in the temple. They had not been interested in fomenting her pleasure, only insofar as it enhanced their own.

But this was different. Mir was so strong, such a mighty warrior, and yet his touch was so gentle. His large strong hands spread out over her body, holding her body possessively. The contact appealed to something deep in her emotions, and it came out as a slight gasp. To her own surprise, when his hand reached far enough under the shirt to graze the curve of her breast, she wanted him to continue.

She felt him shift his position slightly behind her and suddenly detected his manhood, stiff and throbbing, brushing the backs of her upper thighs. She licked her lips nervously, the full organs suddenly gone dry with anticipation. If he shifted just a little more, he would be aligned to enter her. It was obvious that he wanted her. All thought of him not wanting to touch her because she was drow was gone now. But would he be as gentle in that as he had been in touching her?

He reminded her that she was free. He would stop if she insisted, he said. But this moment was destined to happen sooner or later, she knew. It had been coming since the first moment they had entered this room, if not before. And she realized she was anticipating it as much as he was. Her wetness from the little fur patch had grown, seeping out to smear over her inner thighs, and between the hemispheres of her bottom. She was hot down there, her body heat palpable between her thighs. Her nipples were fully erect to the point of nearly aching, begging silently for his hand to move to cover them. Perhaps if he allowed her to control it, it would not hurt her so badly.

Gathering her nerve before she could allow the thought of his size to frighten her, she moved for the first time since he’d started touching her. She turned back towards him, bringing her bottom in fuller contact with his erection. Her eyes, reflecting back the firelight, looked up at his handsome face. She reached up to lightly touch his cheek with the back of her fingers. Softly she spoke his name only, “Mir.” And then her small black hand returned under the blanket and covered his larger one, bringing it higher still, until his palm cupped her breast.

“Good touch, Spiriel.”

 

[SkyguyRP]

Mir didn’t need to be told twice, she had given him permission and he was going to take advantage of it. When she guided his hand to her breast he eagerly cupped her mound. They were perfect, full and soft, perky with youth but his large hand could still completely cover it. He squeezed gently, feeling the hard point if her nipple pressing I to his palm as he admired the feel of her flesh. Her dark black skin under his ruddy tan yet his other senses told him the true story, she was a girl, the same as any other no matter how she looked.

He looked up and saw the firelight dancing in her silvery eyes. Her tiny body was trembling so deliciously against his. Nervous energy and excitement he hoped, mixed with the pleasure he could give her. When his fingers found one of her nipples and tugged at it softly she gasped and closed her eyes. Mir took full advantage, leaning over and planting his lips on hers, kissing her as he began to play with her nipple. His tongue flicked across one of her obsidian lips as he tugged ever so slightly at her peaked. He chuckled as she gasped again and he found the crease of her lips with his wandering tongue and teased her by just darting it between them for an instant.

"I like good touching you," he said hotly to her as he moved his lips around the side of her face, tracing her jaw until he came to her ear. He brushed away the silvery strands that hid it and started to nibble and suck along the long appendage. He'd been with an elf before who like his lips on her ears almost as much as he'd liked hers on his cock and he was curious if it was just her or all elves.

Mir pulled her tightly against him, trapping her under his arms. Her little bottom was pressed tightly to his manhood to the point he could feel one little cheek on either side of him. He was going to have her there one day, but not tonight. He'd promised her good touching and he meant to deliver. For now he just delighted in the feeling of her cute rump pressed against him, grinding it between them a little.

Mir loved giving women pleasure. In his experience if he took good care of his partner she would take good care of him. And there was something else, the unpleasant suspicion that Spiriel might not be familiar with how enjoyable this could be and he was determined to show her, to redeem this act and, maybe a bit selfishly, be sure it happened again.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Mir’s hand engulfed her breast and it brought a sigh to her lips. As strong as he was, his manner was just as gentle. It was not like any who had used her before. His fingers lightly plucking at her stiffened bud sent shocks of pleasure through her and she arched her back, pressing her bosom into his hand to fill it with her warmth. It surprised her when his lips found hers in a tender kiss. Kissing wasn’t something most of the people she’d known before had done. Her lips tingled under his kiss, and instinctively she parted hers slightly, opening for his inquisitive tongue. She gasped as his tongue darted inside her mouth just for an instant. Her own organ touched his tentatively, playfully dancing in a way no one needed to teach her. It was purely instinctive, and it took her breath away when the kiss broke.

She whimpered slightly as his deep rumble came to her ears again, and his kisses traced a path to her sensitive ears. But as nice as that was, she had no idea how good it would feel when he began to nibble and suck along the outer rim of the delicate shell, from earlobe to the pointed tip. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and the delicate silvery lashes fluttered rapidly as her lips curled in a smile of sheer bliss. A shuddering moan emerged from her, a purely primal, carnal exhalation of her breath. “huh-huh-huh-huh!” And her dark skin broke out in goose bumps.

The way he was making her feel was new to her and incredibly exciting! It had never been like this before. She flexed her legs, squeezing her thighs together and feeling the saturated fur patch oozing her liquid excitement. It made a squishy feeling between her thighs that she liked, and she sort of ‘minced’ her legs together back and forth. The hard length of Mir’s cock lay between the cheeks of her butt, and just knowing what it was, and feeling its mighty presence there gave her a dizzy little flutter. Inadvertently, her movements pushed her bottom back into him helped along by his strong possessive hold on her.

She reached back to him, her hand curling up behind his head, holding his nibbling mouth to her sensitive ear as she moaned. Then she reached down, raking her nails along his hip lightly, but enough to show her building excitement. Part of her wanted to turn into his embrace to enjoy his attentions more fully. But she knew he would want her ready to receive him soon, and she was much more nearly in position for that already. Her slender hand slipped between their bodies where her dark fingers tried to encircle his girth. But she could only close them part of the way around his thickness. The heated steel hardness of him stimulated another moan from her, and she shivered to think of its size stretching her. She pressed it along the split of her butt with the palm of her hand, holding him there as his hips rubbed it against her.

 

[SkyguyRP]

Mir grazed the tip of her ear with his teeth. His lips were still wrapped around it gently suckling as he raked his teeth over her skin, feeling his little drow quaking him his arms, any coherent speech gone as she just huffed, and moaned and whined. The kiss she’d returned to him had been inexperienced, but eager, further reinforcing that she had little experience with this. It should have been a crime as far as Mir was concerned. To have a woman this sensitive, this responsive, and to not have utilized that to the utmost. Well, it was their failure and his gain and he was happy for it. Some primal part of him was pleased that he could give her these feelings. He doubted she was a virgin, but part of him still loved the idea that while he might not be her technical first, he still might be one of the first to truly show her how a man and woman could be together.

When she reached back and took him in her hand, it was exquisite. The knowledge that she had reached for him, the fact that she was excited enough to do so with no prompting from him, and more than a little vainly, that she couldn’t get her fingers all the way around him. He knew subconsciously it was because she was as small as she was but he didn’t really care. The gyrations of her hips had been teasing him but when she pressed him against her, keeping him there he almost lost his good intentions. Her little bottom felt as good as it had looked. Pleasantly firm but with enough padding to squeeze.

His animalistic growl into her ear signaled the last stand of his will. "I need to taste you," he growled as he gave her ear a final quick lick before he scooted away and rolled her onto her back. The obvious confusion on her face was adorable as he rolled on top of her. His shirt was bunched up over the top of her breasts and he wanted it gone. He grabbed the lower hem and snatched it off Spiriel, tossing it aside before fully laying atop her. His lips found hers again in a heated kiss. All pretense of gentleness and discovery gone, replaced with the insistent pressure as he forcefully laid claim to her mouth.

The kiss lasted but a moment, Mir had other intentions and he was not going to be denied. His greedy lips went south again, suckling and kissing and even playfully biting the softness of her breasts. He latched onto her nipple suckling like a babe before going even lower. There had been too much teasing, too much anticipation. Before he took her he wanted to taste her. The heavy blankets covered his body as he traveled farther and farther sound until he gave her belly ring a tug as he looked up hungrily at her face.

"Good touches, good kisses," he said in their shared language. His hand were full of that cute bottom and he lifted her hips towards his waiting mouth.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spiriel sensed the change in him, his excitement growing with a sense of increased urgency. But she didn't mind it if he kept making her feel so good. His words brought a little puzzlement to her at first, but there was no time to really ponder their meaning. And she wasn't inclined to worry about it just now. But as she understood him, he said something about eating her, she thought. What a bizarre thing to say at a time like this, she thought.

And in the next moment, he flipped her to her back, and pinned her down with his body, so much larger than her. She couldn't escape him if she wanted to. Not that she wanted to go anywhere right then. But his words gave her reason to wonder when they were followed up by his actions. He mouthed and suckled at her young breasts as if he really was going to eat her, even biting her nipples once or twice. She squeaked in surprise and wondered just what she'd gotten into. But it felt so good to have him suckle from her, and she ran her fingers through his hair, petting and encouraging him to keep doing it.

As he moved lower, kissing, sucking and nibbling at her belly and ribs, she giggled because it tickled her. But growing ever more strong was the blossoming of heat in her lower abdomen. It was almost like a little fire was there, and shooting off sparks to other parts of her body that tingled and twitched under his ravenous lips. She squirmed this way and that, helpless under his delightful oral assault.

By now she had understood that he wasn't really going to eat her. There had been times when the men who came to her chambers had wanted her to use her mouth to please them. But Mir was doing this to her; and she didn't have the same body parts that a male had. There had been a few women who had come to her; priestesses and important women in the society. Sometimes they wanted her to use her tongue to lick them down there, and now she knew what Mir intended.

But she also knew that she was not like other females in that part of her body. Not since the priestesses had 'burned her' there. What would her Mir think when he saw how different she was, she wondered. And inside, she felt the self conscious beginnings of dread. He would find out, and he would be angry that she wasn't what he wanted.

Oh but his kisses and nibbling had made her so wet and slippery down there. Surely he could feel it even now as he cupped her butt in his two strong hands, lifting her hips up to his mouth. her thighs were already parted out of necessity to allow his body to lie between them. And as his kisses trailed down her tummy to her mound, and his head bobbed under the blanket, she wondered what he would think of her.

Her dark fingers spread through his hair as he kissed lower.....and lower......and lower, searching for the folds that should be there, but weren't.

 

[SkyguyRP]

Mir was confused, as lost and confused as the first time he’d been with a woman. He’d been with quite a few women in his days, from more than a few different races, and they had all been roughly similar. Spiriel... looked nothing like any of them. Where he expected to find the usual lips and folds were... nothing. Just smooth black skin continuing on down between her legs. Was this what the seamstress had given him that look about? He could feel the tension in Spiriel’s legs. She hadn’t reacted well when the seamstress had been down here... was she self conscious about it? Ashamed? The way she was shivering didn’t feel like her previous excitement. He couldn’t let this stop him, and he couldn’t let on that it was causing him to pause.

So he just kept going. It was still her, and her skin, and the novelty of kissing skin as black as midnight was far from wearing out. So he used his hands to spread her legs wide, baring her entirely to him. He traced back and forth across her pubis, kissing and nibbling at her skin, across the soft skin between her legs and up the inside of each thigh he went, getting lower, and lower on her body. He was starting to wonder if she even had a woman hood until his lips found the edge of her flap. This was closer to what he was used to, but oriented wrong. He extended his tongue and ran it along the edge, feeling the peak in the middle and the way it was spread across the juncture of her legs. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he was willing to try and he carefully listened for her reactions as he started to explore her. The small patches of fur below her were soaking wet and filling his nose with her scent. He ran reached up and rubbed two fingers through the soft fur before bringing his fingers up and tasting her, moaning loudly. She really was tasty, sweet but mildly spicy. He carefully found the edge of her opening and opened her up one finger, darting his wiggling muscle inside her, trying to figure out what she’d enjoy, what she might like.

The only problem was he was laying as low on the bed as he could get and there was no way he was going to be able to do this for long. Maybe if he... and then it dawned on him. He glided his hands up her legs to Spiriel’s waist and took hold of her, rolling her over onto her belly and reaching for her bottom to get her up on her knees. In a flash it made sense. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he leaned in again, his tongue starting to trace out her womanhood from this new angle.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

She sensed his confusion, not so much from any sound he made or any particular reaction. It was in the way he seemed to keep looking for something, and wasn't sure where to find it. His kisses still rained upon her down there, for which she was grateful. But the growing sense of apprehension that she would disappoint him was getting to her, turning into anxiety.

She wanted to just turn over. That is how the rest always took her. That is how they made her, with their burning. It is literally what she was made for: fucking from behind. To be used for their gratification, with no regard for her feelings or her pleasure. Just a receptacle for their use.

But Mir was so different. He was genuinely trying to give her all the pleasure sensations she was capable of experiencing. And she could tell he was becoming frustrated with her. She wanted to show him, to reach down there and open herself for him, to roll over on her hands and knees and present her entrance to him like a cave panther in heat for it's mate. But she dare not. He had rolled her over like this, so this must be how he wanted her. She wondered if he would find a way to have her like this.

His kisses were getting closer, and despite her anxiety, her arousal grew. And with her arousal grew the narrow little shaft of cartilage and nerve bundles that ran the length of the inside of her nether lip. It began deep under the fleshy fold, just where it met her body, and ran down the inside in the center, emerging from a little hidden slot just behind and above the 'drip tip' point of her lip flap. And now it was growing turgid with blood from her aroused state, stiffening and causing the flap to open slightly, revealing the deep reddish hue of the opening to her sex within.

Mir's tongue found the edge of her overlapping lip, and traced long it's edge from side to side, from one inner thigh to the other. In doing so, his tongue passed over the bulbous little button tip of her clitoral shaft, and it brought a load moan and a tremble from her before she even knew she was reacting. Being touched there in that way was more intense pleasure than she had ever felt in her life. Her hips lifted in his hands, trying to rock her pelvis upwards to bring more of the delicious contact with his lips and tongue.

She felt him brush his fingers through the wet little patch of fur below her opening, and lifted her head to look down at what he was doing under the covers. She lifted the blanket, her night vision allowing her to see him as he brought those fingers to his mouth to taste her essence. His expression hinted that he liked how she tasted. She wanted so much to kiss him then, and taste herself on his lips for the first time ever.

But having discovered her secret, he didn't give her the chance to change position. His finger found and lifted the little fleshy flap, delving under to feel around and find her hot entrance. The little shaft stood out stiffly along the inner surface of the lip, a rigid little raised line perhaps half as thick as a lady's littlest finger, and about three quarters the length. It ended just behind the point of her lip in the little protruding button of nerve endings. When his calloused finger brushed over it, her hips jerked reflexively, responding to the stimulus with no conscience will of her own.

Now he seemed to understand, she thought, as he flipped her over onto her belly. His strong hands lifted her hips, raising her into an entry position. But he did not move to cover her and penetrate. Instead he held her hips with his strong hands, and brought her back to meet his tongue and mouth again, this time better able to lick and taste her, and bring his tongue into play on her clitoral shaft and head.

At the first wondrous contact she moaned loudly, "AAHHHH!!" and pushed back onto his tongue. Her lubricating secretions were copious now, and coated her entire entrance, even wicking back through the little patch of fur to spread some of the slippery juices to her rectal opening. Spiriel laid her cheek on the pillow, her hips raised high off the bed and the stiffened points of her nipples pressed into the mattress. She moaned and squealed into the pillow as her tiny hands fisted bunches of the blanket. At one point, she even bit into the pillow case when Mir discovered that he could suck the little pointed lip into his mouth, then pulled back, holding it between his lips and letting it slide free while sucking against the pull.

It was driving her wild. She wanted this man like she had never wanted another. Always before it was just something to be done and endured until it was over with. But now she actually wanted it. Even though he would be big, and possibly stretch her opening painfully, she didn't care. She reached down between her legs, and farther down still, until her little hand closed around the head of his manly shaft. Her dark fingers encased it, and she began to stroke his foreskin over the swollen glans, increasing his erection to almost painful rigidity.

Her head turned to the side, looking back around her shoulder, meeting his eyes with a sultry smoldering half-lidded look. Her voice was a purr as she called his name. "Miiirrrrr!" The insistent tugging on his cock said all she needed to say, and crossed their language barrier eloquently.

 

[SkyguyRP]

Spiriel’s squeals and moans were music to Mir’s ears. He was learning how to manipulate her body quickly and while things were certainly different, very different, but he was figuring out how to pleasure her and that’s what mattered. He slowly inserted two fingers into her on either side of the firm ridge that ran down the center of her front lip. She shivered and moaned most when he played with that so he wedged it between his fingers as he leaned in and sucked on the tip, tasting the flood of her nectar that splashed against his lips as she bucked against his face. He was loving the way she tasted, sweet and spicy all at the same time. Sweet and innocent but exotic, just like her. On another night he could have spent it all tasting her and listening to her squeal.

But then he felt her hand wrap around his shaft and start to stroke him. He groaned into her pussy as she started to pull at him, no longer giving incidental contact but actively seeking him out and trying to return the pleasure. No matter where they had started out the night she was now right here with him, excited and eager as he was. It was to his embarrassment that he was this over eager but he wasn’t going to be able to hold back. That throaty purring of his name, the look she gave him, the little tugs at his manhood. The wait was over.

Mir gave her tip one last flick of his tongue before he drug it up between her legs, over the little patches of fur and then in a moment of indulgence he kept on, swirling his tongue around her little pucker for a moment. He got up and knelt behind her, the heavy covers finally falling completely off them but at this point their excitement was keeping them warm enough. He let his hands start at her shoulders and run down her back, tracing the contours of her body. His left hand stopped on her bottom, squeezing one cheek and keeping her where he wanted her as he took his shaft in the other and lined himself up with her. In this position, as excited as she was, her womanhood had blossomed, opening up to reveal the bright pink core, making his task of deciphering how to perform this act simple. Simple to figure out at least, there was still the issue of a size difference that became all too apparent when the head of his cock pressed against her opening.

She was tight, virginally so, and he wondered if he’d be able to be with like this. She was wet though, and getting wetter. Her whimpers and moans had a not abated even if they were taking on a more desperate edge. He wrapped his hands around her slender waist and assured her, “Spiriel safe.” He kept pushing though, gently but insistently pressing his hips forward towards her and to his satisfaction she was pushing back even if he could feel her trembling nervously. He adjusted her position, aiming her hips higher, pressing her down onto the mattress more firmly. He was on the verge of giving up, to try and comfort her and pleasure her another way but he wasn’t going to give up without one last push.

And like that he was in. The resistance relaxed and the first third of his manhood was buried in a tight, warm, wet heaven. “Spiiirrrrriel,” he groaned. His whole body shivered as he fought to keep himself still and let her get used to him. “Oh darling...,” he growled as he worked another inch into her and then out. She felt incredible, but he had to take his time, as painful as it was he had to take his time. She was gripping him so tightly, so hotly. He pulled back slowly until just the head of his manhood was inside her and then pushed half of himself back in. He had no clue how he was going to last long more than a few minutes inside her but he was going to try and slowly, as slowly as he could he pressed another half inch deeper.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Mir’s tongue flicked across the point of her nether lip just where the bulbous little pearl of nerve endings peeked out on the inside surface, and her hips jerked in response. But he wasn’t done yet. His tongue moved up over her other opening, and as it circled there teasingly, she gasped, throwing her head back. Her silky white hair fanned out over the black skin of her back and shoulders like a halo and she crooned a sweet whimper. No one had ever done THAT to her there before. For Spiriel, that area was associated only with pain whenever another person was involved. That she could experience pleasure there – intense pleasure at that – was a complete surprise to her.

But already Mir was moving, rising up behind her, shedding the blankets that hid them. His strong hands moved up over her body, laying claim to her in a long caress along her torso. As his ands moved over her, she could feel the rigid tip of his cock bumping against her lip flap, throbbing with each pulsing beat of his heart. It was as if he were knocking at her entrance, requesting to be let inside. It reminded her of his size and she flashed a moment of apprehension. But it was too late to turn back now. She felt his strong hand clutching at her hip and buttock, giving her a squeeze that spread her cheeks, exposing her blood engorged lip flap. The stiffened clitoral tissue worked along with gravity on the fleshy fold, opening her and revealing her entrance in stark hot pink contract to her black skin.

The unnatural modification to her anatomy served to guide the tip of him right to her entrance as he held his thick shaft, aligning himself for penetrating her. As he did, he slid the tip of his cock through the little patch of saturated fur, leaving his plum colored glans glistening with her lubricating female honey. She gasped in nervous anticipation when the thick head of his penis pressed against her tiny opening. It would be too big, she was sure. It would hurt her. But she desperately wanted to please Mir now.

She looked back into his face, her eyes holding a mixture of desire and fear, but also something else: trust. She was willing to trust this man, even if it hurt her. Still, she instinctively began to reach back to stop him as he pressed firmly and steadily against her opening. Her hand reached back, hesitated and withdrew, then reached back again, until her fingertips touched lightly on his belly, as if she could push him back if it hurt too much, by shear strength alone. But she did not push, just rested her fingertips on his skin as he pushed against her again.

His hands held around her waist now, and his gentle rumble assured her she was safe. His grip on her allowed him to pull her back against his organ, and she helped by pushing back onto him as well. But it wasn’t working. Her apprehension had made her tighten up, preventing entry for someone his size. He seemed to sense this too, and pressed her down to the bed with one large hand between her shoulders before returning his grip to her hips. There he lifted her, angling her hips to create an arch in her lower back, and she remembered how to consciously relax herself. It still was not easy, and she whimpered audibly as the pressure on her entrance increased with his force.

She felt him pull back slightly, and then push again, and she thought he would surely split her! She tried to squirm away from him, but couldn’t move much. The slight shifting did, however, allow some resistance to give way, and suddenly he was pushing past her entry barrier, hot as fire and rigid as steel, stretching her wide as he slid inside her body.

Her mouth opened in a gasp of indrawn breath, held as he entered her. Her eyes widened in a look of shock and slight pain, but not nearly as much as she expected. Fortunately he moved slowly, holding his position once the initial impalement had occurred. Her little hands fisted in the sheets and she found her voice again in a load groan, “Uuugghhhhh!” as he filled her.

For Mir, the feeling must have been like pulling a second foreskin onto his penis as his hands pulled her hips back onto his cock. But this one was incredibly hot, tight, and wet. Her internal muscles were twitching and contracting around him in reaction to the sudden invasion, squeezing his member intermittently. He held her there for a few protracted moments, allowing her to get used to the feeling of being stretched so much.

The girth of his member was making full contact with the inner surface of her lip flap, especially over the little ridge of her stiffened clitoral tissue, and when he withdrew and then pushed back inside her, it rubbed the skin over this tiny organ, sending intense pleasure rippling through her. Normally, the sexual contact with members of her own race would not have been enough to provide such stimulation, and she had never felt this kind of sensation before.

She felt him push in again, and this time a little deeper than before. It seemed to push the air out of her chest where she was pressed to the bed, and her exhalation produced an exclamation, this time hinting at more pleasure than pain, “AhhhHHH!” Again she pushed back, impaling herself on him even more as she bit into the pillow, stifling a groaning guttural growl. Her body was shining with a fine sheen of perspiration at the exertion of taking this intrusion.

But the initial difficulty was over, and as he slid out again, all but the head of his organ leaving her feeling empty, she wanted him back inside her! His length slid in once more, hot and stiff, filling her blissfully. The burn of the initial stretching to accommodate him had now subsided into a pleasant soreness, but was mostly over ridden with the stimulation of his rubbing against her clitoral area. She pushed back onto him, forcing him deeper still than before, and now she had taken nearly his full length. Barely another quarter of him remained outside of her warm clasping envelope.

Spiriel could not believe that this was happening. This you-man warrior, her Mir, had filled her like no one ever had before, and instead of it hurting her, it felt so good! Soon she was meeting his thrusts, pushing back against him. Something was happening inside her. She felt a new sensation building, like warm goodness blossoming in her core and spreading outwards. It was almost as if the swollen head of Mir’s cock was stoking this heat each time he sunk his tip deep into her belly. Whatever it was, she craved more of this sensation, and instinctively knew she could help to build it inside her by taking more and more of him into her body, pushing herself to the limits of her anatomy.

He was bottoming out in her vaginal tunnel, and still she rocked back to meet him, her body shaking with the tremors of their impacts. It made her butt quiver delightfully with each rocking push. She had lifted her body up off the bed a little, supporting herself on her forearms and elbows. The erect tips of her nipples brushed back and forth on the sheets as her breasts rocked and swayed with the motion of their fucking. The friction of the sheets on those sensitive tips added to her pleasure, ratcheting up the plateau of bliss inside her. She cried out something in Drowish, shaking her head back and forth, sending her silvery hair shimmering against her skin. The firelight played on her features, lighting the curves of her body, shining off the slight perspiration glow.

Then she felt Mir’s hand gathering up her silky hair, and pulling back until her head was forced to lift. The tug at her scalp, in any other context possibly painful, now only heightened her sensations. She squealed and moaned; the sound loud in the room, and probably carrying beyond. Something had to give. And soon.

 

[SkyguyRP]

She was pushing herself back into him, and encouraging him. Her plaintive gasps melted into pleasured moans. It was intoxicating. He was drawing this out of her, and giving her this pleasure. He loved the feeling of being with a woman but knowing that she was enjoying it as much as he was was even better. The faint sheen of perspiration on her skin, her silvery hair fanned out over her back, she was his in this moment and she was perfect.

He had wondered what it would feel like to be with her after he had seen her unusual sex. The answer was amazing. She was built for this, her body sculpted to accept him like this. Her channel was snug, snugger than anyone he'd ever been with but she was wet, a willing, and every time he gave her more she moaned hotly and took it happily. At the same time the firm ridge of tissue that ran down her front was pressed tightly against his cock, rubbing and massaging the underside with each thrust. It was the same thing she loved to have sucked and nibbled so that might have been what was driving her wild. Whatever it was he liked it.

When she got up on the her forearms Mir gave one last firm thrust. He was unable to look away as his hard shafts finally disappeared completely into Spiriel’s welcoming body. His little drow was waiting for him to pull out so she could thrust back but wasn't going to go anywhere. Both his hands pawed at her bottom, squeezing her adorable cheeks and spreading them so he could see their joining. His ruddy skin contrasting sharply with her coal black body. His hard manhood piercing her welcoming slit. Every inch of his shaft was being cradled by her body. Every little movement, every fidget sending ripples through her core and to his cock buried in her. It was glorious, and it was not enough.

Even as he savored their joining he wanted more. The man wanted to orgasm, and leave her quivering in pleasure. The animal wanted to lay his seed as deep in her belly as he could, to lay claim to this beautiful girl. Both sides agreed on one thing, but 'Fuck her.'

Mir put one hand on her hip, helping to guide her as he began to drive his hips against hers, the other snaking it's way up her back and those silvery tresses. The sharp smack, smack, smack, of their bodies meeting each other solidly, almost violently at the end of each thrust provided a primitive beat to the coupling as Mir groaned out his own satisfaction. Her trim bottom danced as it slapped against his thighs and when she cried out in her language he answered back with a growling "Spiriel."

His end was drawing close as his hand slid up through that shinning mass of hair to the back of her head. She felt too good and it had been too long. As his fingers tangled in her hair and gripped it he knew the end was here. He pulled back, and making her arch up. She was a goddess to him in that perfect instance. Her hut tunnel sheathing him, her beautiful body arched as if displaying her perfection to the world and through it all her cries and moans of ecstasy.

With a triumphant grunt he bottomed out in her one last time. His final thrust pushing her forward even as he twisted her head to one side so he could see her lovely face. Inside her his cock swelled an instant before he began to pulse, his seed pouring out into her sex as he let go of her hair and supported himself as they were locked together, the final spasm of joy sending a powerful rush through his whole being.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Spiriel cried out with unadulterated joy at the rising tide of sensation that swelled within her. She was meeting Mir's thrusts, pushing back onto him vigorously. Each time she would feel the tip of him butting against something inside her. His cock pistoned into to her body, forcing the air from her lungs in a carnal grunt that kept the rhythm of their fucking. Suddenly it seemed as if something opened up, allowing him to enter her farther, deeper. She felt him sink into her all the way with a groan, and she answered with a carnal primal grunt of effort.

It was the final stimulation she needed. He held there, deep within her, his hot hard length throbbing with the beat of his heart. Inside, she felt like she was teetering on the edge of a precipice. Her nerves were at their height of stimulation and she could take no more. But this wonderful feeling had one more surprise in store for her.

She felt Mir's cock begin to pulse and then a hot liquid feeling seemed to fill her. It was as if he had melted inside her, but his firm shaft was still a very imposing presence. The sensation of his ejaculation triggered an answering spasm in her vaginal tunnel. Suddenly the tension of being on the precipice let go all at once! Her body contracted hard around his length, the first time holding for a second. Then it rippled into a series of spastic contractions in rapid succession as she came for the first time in her life!

Where he had pushed into her to the hilt, his scrotum was tight against her lip flap. Indeed, in this position, it was opened enough that the pointed tip of it was just touching the skin of his scrotum when he was hilted inside her. And now that her body was in the throes of orgasm, the little flap spasmed as well. The effect was that the pointed tip of it, with her clitoral bud just under the edge, seemed to 'lick' at his testicles in time with the contractions of her vaginal tunnel around his length. And this in turn made it feel like the pubic hair on his genitals was tickling her clitoral pearl, which only intensified her experience.

She felt suddenly much wetter inside as her own fluids joined Mir's and left her a soppy mess. Some of it was oozing out around his shaft, coating both of them. As her orgasm subsided, she slowly let their weight push her down onto the bed until she was lying underneath him. In this position, he covered her full length, and his cock shifted slightly so that it pressed downward on the inner surface of her lip flap, right on the stiffened length of her clitoral area. She turned her head to meet him, seeking out his lips for kisses instinctively as the two of them caught their breath and eased down from their mutual bliss.

Unable to contain her joyous feelings, she chuckled deep in her throat as his kisses found the graceful column of her neck playfully, then suddenly gasped as he sucked on the point of her ear, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her body gave another trembling shudder. The orgasmic aftershock rippled along her tight wet tunnel, squeezing his cock again like gripping fingers. her voice was a girlish giggly purr as she called his name, " Mmmm, Miiirrr! Good touch, good keess! Spiriel much happy, much, much happy, Mir!"

 

[SkyguyRP]

Spiriel’s fluttering clit against his sack made him chuckle warmly. He was liking the way Spiriel was put together and finding out how to please her and doing it successfully on the first go brought a smug grin to his face and a bone deep sense of self satisfaction and bravado. He’d made his little drow squeal and scream and that was something to be proud of though he really had no idea who he could brag over a drink with. Self satisfaction would have to do. The usual weariness after lovemaking wasn’t threatening to overtaking him, in fact a new surge of testosterone in the wake of their joining was keeping his inner fire stoked. He didn’t want to get some sleep, he wanted to make his tiny playmate squeal and cum all over him again. His hips gave a little reflexive thrust and her sopping wet pussy make a squelching sound from their combined fluids. It might have been a bit daft to cum inside her but humans and elves only rarely made half breeds and Spiriel was just too much fun.

When she sank down onto the bed he followed her, enjoying how his larger, harder frame completely covered her slender body. He kept his weight off her with his hands and knees, just hovering over the top of her. She was so small, so easy to dominate physically. If she wanted to get out from under him she’d have to ask him to get off her. She twisted around, her hungry ebony lips searching for his and Mir bent down to grant her wish, pressing his to her’s. He was shocked by how much she wanted it, and embarrassed by how little he knew about kissing properly. Most rented companionship prefered to avoid it and after his first love he hadn’t much wanted it but Spiriel was insistent, demanding. Her lips hunted his down and mashed against him. Her little tongue tried to force its way inside. He took back control when he opened his mouth and invaded hers. She moaned so sweetly as his tongue laid claim to her sweet mouth the way the rest of him had just laid claim to her body.

He rolled onto his left side and pulled Spiriel with him, clutching her body to his, his solid manhood still squelching inside her sodden sheath. As her mouth grew passive in the kiss letting him have her he moved back, brushing the hair gently from her neck so he could kiss it. He loved her skin, her color. It was so different from anything he’d ever been with yet it was still familiar and supple. The slightly salty tang of her sweat was offset by her natural spice. His lips pulled at little patches of the skin idly wondering if love bites would show on her before he went a little higher. His drug his tongue up the underside of her ear leaving the rolled edge wet and shining until he got to the tip and captured it. He lashed it with his tongue then sucked on it as he had her delicate pearl and was rewarded when her whole body bucked and shivered. His strong arms kept her pinned to him as it was his turn to groan.

Her pussy was talented and muscled, his entire length was caught in the waves of pleasure that ran from his head to the root and back again all at the same time, all wet and hot. What little steel he’d lost returned immediately, taking her from snug to very tight in seconds. He hooked his hand under one of her knees and lifted it up and over his legs, opening her wide to make his passage easier as he began to leisurely rock his hips against her bottom, not enough to to really be coupling, just enough movement so she couldn’t forget he was still with her. She started to babble as her aftershock passed and Mir joined her, a deep bass rumble against her back.

“Spiriel happy makes Mir much happy,” he told her. “Mir happy kiss Spiriel.” He cupped one of her breasts and lightly squeezed it, just gently teasing it.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Mir rolled over with her, holding her tightly to his body, still impaled within hers. The feeling of his arms around her, so easily holding her, controlling her body, and his big organ filling her made her feel as if she belonged to him. It was an overpowering feeling that should have frightened her, but didn’t. Instead it gave her a feeling of security, of belonging. It didn’t matter if he said she was free or his slave, as long as he held her like this.

She shivered and moaned as he orally teased her ear, coaxing even more reaction from her body. It was as if his tongue closed an electrical circuit through her body to his cock, firing all her nerves in pleasure along the path. When her tremble subsided, she reached down the length of her body in an exploratory caress. Her hand glided over the curve of her breast where Mir squeezed it gently, covering his hand affectionately before moving on and passing over the slight swell of her tummy. She imagined she could feel the stiff length of him buried inside her, making her tummy bulge out a little.

Down farther still went her exploring fingers, over the smooth black skin of her lip flap. It was baby soft there to her fingertips, but here she really could feel his hardness just under the surface. It actually did make a raised ridge under the flap, and she let her fingers wander over it in wonder. At last her fingertips lightly reached under, finding where his shaft stretched her tight opening and disappeared inside her.

She let her fingers trace all around it, feeling out the impalement. As she did, her facial expression reflected her astonishment. Her mouth opened in silent wonder as she felt her way. Her eyes widened noticeably when she realized just how tightly she was stretched around him. It didn’t hurt anymore; quite the opposite. The endorphins of their sexual encounter had erased all pain and replaced it with a warm, almost numb feeling generally, only interrupted when a surge of intense pleasure rippled through her every time he moved or shifted his hips.

He was doing that now, and her sensitive fingertips could feel his slick length slowly emerging, only to sink into her again. The combination of feeling it internally and through her fingertips at the same time thrilled her, and she looked back over her shoulder at him, her ‘O’ of wonder curving upwards at the corners of her lips as it transformed into a smile to match the one in her eyes.

It excited her to feel him moving in and out of her slowly. It had seemed so improbable that he could fit inside her at all, and now to have it happen and feel so amazingly good was something she never expected. She brought her hands up before her, holding them just slightly in front of her chest where Mir’s hands wrapped around her and held her securely to him. With one hand she closed a fist, almost completely and with the other covered the opening between thumb and forefinger with the palm of her hand, showing the result to Mir. “Spiriel drow girl.” she murmured.

Then she took her hand away, leaving the tightly closed fist. With the other hand she brought her fingertips together in a point, forming a somewhat phallic shape. “Mir you-man warrior. Much big.” She brought her fingertips to the tight middle of her fist, and began to push into it. But she held her fist tightly closed at first, and made the pushing motion exaggerated, even showing the strain on her face. She made straining grunting sounds as she pantomimed the penetration act. Pretending that it wouldn’t fit, she kept pushing harder, one try after another, each time making the straining sound with her voice and reflecting the strain in her expression as she said, “Much big, Mir. Much…much…big!”

But slowly she allowed her closed fist to relax and open, letting her fingertips push inside a little at a time. Her mouth opened in an expression of rapt wonder as the phallic fingertips slowly pushed into the closed but relaxing fist. Even her delicate white eyebrows arched in a mixture of surprise and incredulity as the pushing hand began to disappear into the other. She emitted a quiet, “Ooohh!” of wonder and then pushed the hand all the way in until her fisted hand closed around her wrist. She drew in a hissed gasp, which then changed to a very pleasurable sounding “Ahhhhh!” Her expression changed to a blissful smile as she turned the penetrating hand within the tightly gripping one that circled her wrist. Her penetrating hand was curled slightly, and as she turned it around, it seemed as if she was mimicking how it stretched her inside in all directions.

She glanced back at Mir to see how he was enjoying her ‘puppet show’. His smirking grin was accompanied by a quick jerking thrust of his hips that surprised her and brought a squeal, then a playful giggle. “Mir much big again!” Thus began a playful back thrust that took him inside her again.

 

[SkyguyRP]

Spiriel’s tiny fingers traced around where his manhood had pierced her body. She tested and searched the perimeter of her sex, feeling how tight she was, how he stretched her to her limits.. There was no room for her fingers inside, no gap she could fit even her little digits in. He filled her completely and she was tight enough that he wasn’t losing his steel. The ripples of her body as she went through the pleasurable aftershocks of what he was doing to her ear and breast. She was as sensitive as any woman he'd ever been with as his lightest touch could make her shiver and that was delighting Mir.

He took her leg on top and hooked it over the top of his leg, opening her up farther, leaving her more vulnerable to him. He murmured in her ear, "Spiriel safe, Mir protect," as he started to rock his hips against her. The tips of her questioning fingers slid down his length as he withdrew a few inches then slid back home. She'd come down slightly off her orgasm and had tightened up fractionally but that only helped it be more pleasurable as he started to thrust again. Their position of the bed kept him limited to short, gentle, half strokes but it also kept her wrapped tightly in his arms where he could whisper sweet little nothings in her ear. "Spiriel beautiful drow," he murmured. "Good touches." His arm that had moved her leg followed after her fingers, coming to rest on the outside of her flap. He could feel the firm ridge of cartilage she liked having touched and he was enjoying so much pressing into the underside of his cock. He put three of his fingers together and rub them up and down the front of her flap, over that ridge. Up and down, a counterpart to his shaft plunging in and out, wet with her nectar and his seed. As he buried himself in her sheath his fingers reached the bottom of her flap and he gently flick the sensitive nub of flesh at her tip, the next time he would rub it, or pinch it lightly and each time he felt her body shiver in his arms. Whatever concerns he had about their joining were forgotten. He could be in her and he could bring her joy, everything else was geometry and details. He hugged her tighter to him and flicked her ear with his tongue. Fucking her from behind had been good, great even, but he was enjoying the ability to cradle her in his arms even more.

When she started her pantomime show he laughed lightly, the relative dimensions were a bit off, but he supposed from her perspective that must have been how it felt. When she described him as "much big" he growled and flexed his muscles making his cock swell for a moment to remind her just how big he was. After all, what man didn't like to hear his partner compliment him on his size even if her perception of it was skewed because of how small she was. Each little grunt and groan she made was a sweet sound in his ears. He didn't want to hurt her persay but knowing it had been a struggle and she hadn't given up or made him stop showed how badly she'd wanted it and that was a powerful aphrodisiac.

Mir had been with many women but rarely any who had truly wanted him. Most it was an exchange of goods or services, not really desire. He didn't think any of them would have gotten in his bed if not for the coin or what he could offer else where. Spiriel though, she could have said no, she could have ended it when, by her account, it must have felt like he was going to split her in two. She hadn't though, she'd stayed, she'd wanted it, she'd given herself to him willingly. Whatever protective feelings he'd had towards her doubled, then doubled again at this show of trust.

When her fist finally let her arm in Mir could recall every detail of how it had felt to slip into her the first time. Her tightness, the way he had stretched every bit of her just to fit. Her coos of pleasure were answered with a deep groan from his chest even as he withdrew and slid in again. Nothing like the first time of course but a sweet reminder regardless. When she twisted to face him he gave her a sharp thrust of his hips and savored her squeal and girlish giggle. He nodded, "Mir big for Spiriel. Spiriel make Mir big. Beautiful drow girl," he faded off as he brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss as his hips slowly kept up their pace. His hand on her flap relented long enough to grab the covers and pull them back up over them to keep them warm as the joined. The feeling was like being in a cocoon, a warm safe one made even better by the girl in his arms. Between having just cum and being limited to only short strokes Mir knew he could last but he was going to make sure Spiriel couldn't. He chuckled as he set his sights on reducing her to jelly, starting by laying his whole palm on top of their joining and using the heel of his hand to massage the firm tissue of her clit inside her body as his fingers teased the little part that peeked out. His other hand kept her close, squeezing and kneading her dark flesh between his fingers as he kissed her again to savor the natural spice of his lover.

In and out his hips kept up their slow and agonizing pace as he played with her. He pulled her up to his chest and off the bed to whisper into her ear, "Spiriel is Mir's drow," before rolling over till she was laying atop him and he could get his feet under him and gain some leverage. His strokes became longer but his pace stayed slow as he played with her body.