An Heroic Reward

[BellaxMorte]

Amatril nibbled at her own bread and cheese watching him with a faint and curious smile. Of course she could be wrong, he might not want such a reward but then again… he just might. She ate quietly, and somewhat thoughtfully and then she smiled as he spoke.

Shifting slightly she moved closer to him. Having finished her bread and cheese she dusted her hands off lightly and swallowed the very last bite. Her hand reached out, just a little hesitantly and then finally she placed her hand along his leg.

Her hand traced up along his leg lightly. “Give your… interest.” She glanced at his bulge pointedly. “I thought perhaps a reward of a more physical nature… might be something you’d be…. Interested in.” She perked a brow at him curiously. “Unless of course I am misinterpreting your arousal.” She smirked.

 

[LordLuck]

While she ate, Krug was trying to remain concetrated in his own feasting, rather than watching her, priving her of the confort she should feel at her campsite. After all, for all the reasonings, this was her land for the time being, and he was being rude, taking his time to stare at her features.

He gasped when young Amatril closed into him, laying her hand over his leg. It was not what he had expected when she had come closer, after all.

"I...", he mumbled, still lost, "I... would love to, Amatril... It would be a pleasure and an honour..."

He said, laying a large, scarred hand over her fine, soft one, the other coming to lay at her shoulders in a caress, pulling her slightly closer to him.

 

[BellaxMorte]

Truthfully Amatril was not normally so forward but something about him simply caught her interest. Weather it was his rough exterior, his heroism, or perhaps even the size difference between the two beings, she really did not know. But she couldn’t deny her own arousal. She was no chaste virgin certainly but she was not typically one to initiate such fun.

His gasp earned him a small smile and she glanced down looking at his large hand as it covered her tiny one. His mumbled words brought a bright dazzling smile to her lips as her hair fell into her face slightly. “The pleasure I assure you Krug, is mutual.” She giggled softly.

His hand upon her shoulder caused a slight shiver to race up along her slender spine and she slid closer to him as he seemed to urge her. She nibbled anxiously at her bottom lip and then her hands lifted to slide against his chest lightly before she maneuvered her small frame over his lap. Her legs parting so that she was able to straddle his hips.

 

[LordLuck]

As the elven maiden straddled over his hips, Krug allowed himself another gasp, this time a lower one, rather of pleasant surprise than shock. He smiled back at her, even knowing that his somewhat brutish, scarred features would never be as fine to Amatril as hers were to him. Was he worthy? He surely hoped so, while he thanked the gods for being at the right place and time to meet such a gorgeous, friendly woman.

"I will love to mate you, Amatril"

He said, smiling, as she hopped over him. Laying both hands low into her backside, grabbing her lustfully yet not enough to harm her with his strong, large hands, Krug sniffed at her woodland-scented smell. She was so gorgeous, a goddess of nature sent to this god of war to allow him his reward. He smiled almost oblivous as she smiled down, allowing her to have the initiative. After all, he did not wished to scare her doing anything she might feel... well, wrong.

 

[BellaxMorte]

Normally, an elf wouldn’t consider what Amatril was considering with this intriguing half orc. It was in her civilization considered very wrong. But to her it wasn’t. Why not him? He seemed to appreciate her beauty, and she appreciated his strength. Why not show each other the appreciation.

She reached down and lightly slid her hands along his chest, her bright glittering eyes moving along his face, her breath catching slightly as she watched him. She shifted slightly, so that she was, pressed against his bulge, her hips rolled a little.

Reaching up she flipped the clasp behind her neck and slowly she slid the top off of her. She tossed it aside, freeing her large milky white breasts. Her nipples already hard and pink. Aching slightly from the jolt of arousal he caused to inch through her body.

 

[LordLuck]

"You are beaultiful."

Was the only thing that Krug could speak before the naked glory of Amatril's mighty chest. Although she was a small elf, her frame so dwarfed by his, her breasts would put many an orc female to shame, her flawless skin perfect beyond compare to the seasoned warrior.

Taking both his callous hands to grab at them with utmost care and reverence, he caressed her bust, slowly running his fingers around it and weighting her breasts carefully, his eyes never leaving hers as he struggled to keep the aching erection of his from hammering into Amatril, allowing her the initiative.

 

[BellaxMorte]

She licked her lips and then she moaned faintly as his hands came to her chest and he began to massage and touch her breasts. Her nipples were hard against his hands as he touched her and her hips shifted so that she was wiggling and grinding against him somewhat. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him curiously, her sex growing wet with arousal.

Reaching up, Amatril caressed her hands lightly over his squeezing his hands on her breasts slightly. She smiled at him. “I am not made of glass Krug.” She promised him softly. “I will not break. She assured him.

Slowly, she leaned down over him, but allowed him to keep his hands on her breasts. Her lips found his and she kissed him softly, somewhat hesitantly. “This is your reward, my hero.” She smiled and licked his bottom lip. “Do as you please.” She offered. “I am yours.”

 

[LordLuck]

"I think I'll honour this offering...", he smiled, kissing her back vigorously, letting his tongue wander into her mouth as she nibbled against his lips, moaning in concert with Amatril as her kept playing with her bust. She assured him she would not break, but she was so petite, so fragile... he decided it was for the best to go slow...

Even though that meant his hardness would still be unnatended for some time still. Krug had never been so aroused. To feel her over him, her soft skin, her fine features and marvellous scent... it was maddening.

Coming closed to her, he lowered his lips to nibble at her ear, pulling her closer against himself. He sniffed at her hair greedily, and whispered like a true lover...

"Take... take me into you, Amatril."

 

[BellaxMorte]

She was surprised at how vigorously he returned her kiss, given how hesitant he seemed moments before, but she was also pleased by it. Her mouth moved against his with a heated passion, her hands sliding along his as he held her breasts tightly. She liked the feel of his hands, the way he caressed her so readily.

Slowly, she slid her nails down along his chest, the ache between her legs growing more intense by the second as moisture gathered, slickening her sex. She whimpered faintly as he nipped her lips, utterly lost in the way he kissed her. No longer caring what he was.

As he spoke, a lovers words, she bit her lip and leaned up slightly to look at him. “As you wish.” She murmured softly to him and shifted so she was sitting in front of his massive erection. She reached back behind her and slowly started to free his shaft. Her fingers working at ties and buckles until he sprang free and then she stroked along him teasingly. Wiggling back so that his shaft rubbed against the crack of her backside as she stroked him.

 

[LordLuck]

"How do you... wish me... to take you, Amatril?"

He moaned between exchanging kisses with her, both arms sliding at her back and slowy descending to caress at her buttocks, grabbing them lustfully as he hugged her entire frame against his own, his lust never overtaking how carefully he mettled with the elven lady, a being so pure and frail he was afraid of breaking.

Krug groaned again as he felt her touching his sensitive lenght, her soft hand even grabbing at him stronger, stroking him like none had ever done before.

 

[BellaxMorte]

It was strange how very aroused she was. Her skirt was pushed up because of the way she was on top of him. Her sex and backside completely exposed. As she wiggled and slid his erect shaft along her backside she reached up and unhooked her skirt, dropping it beside them so that as she straddled him she was completely naked.

She licked her lips a terribly suggestion gesture, her eyes glittering as her pale strands of hair fell into her face. She moaned softly, her entire body alive with delightful sensations.

“Any way you want.” She told him as she ran her hands along his body softly. Her other hand still playing with his erection. Slowly she lifted her hips up and took his shaft in her hand, she started to rub his tip along her wet slit. “Is this how you’d like it?” She asked, biting her lip with a deep throaty moan. “Or would you rather take me more savagely?” She smiled impishly. “I told you Krug… I will not break.”

 

[LordLuck]

"Won't you?", Krug grinned, still caressing the elf's backside with gusto, his long nails working over her soft skin. She was almost maddening to behold, his primal surges telling him to fuck Amatril without any regard for her feelings or her arousal, to use her like his own cumbucket and then leave her be in the savage woods.

"We'll see... about that." he smirked, "for I shall take you all the ways I can." Using his strong hands to slowly lift Amatril's whole frame over his manhood, he could only smile as he demanded her.

"Ride me, Amatril. Ride me."

 

[BellaxMorte]

Amatril liked the feel of his large hands along her little elven ass. She moaned faintly and nibbled at her bottom lip softly. She shook her head softly at his words and smiled, her eyes glittering. She wouldn’t break, of that she had no doubt, but she knew that he worried because she was so much smaller then he was. Her hand gripped hip sliding him against her backside slightly as she wiggled atop him.

A wide smile painted across her lips as he spoke the idea of him taking her in all ways that he could think of pleased her more then he likely knew. She didn’t understand why it was she liked the idea of him inside of her so much. The size, the taboo perhaps, she just didn’t know. But she did want him.

As he spoke, telling her to ride him she grinned and complied easily. She gripped his rigid shaft in her hand before releasing him. She unhooked her skirt carefully and after putting it aside naked atop him she gripped his shaft tightly. Her sex was hairless as elves tended to not have body hair to speak of. The lips glistening with arousal. She lifted her body slightly and with her hand around his shaft she started to tease his tip along her slit, wetting his hard erection against her. She moaned as she teased his tip along her hard clit and then slowly pressed his tip at her entrance. She started to lower herself, eyes widening as she felt his size, but she didn’t stop, she continued to lower herself until her body engulfed the head.

 

[LordLuck]

She had been so teasingly slidding down into his manhood that Krug thought he would surely grow mad, her seductive, sensual lips speaking down to him of her own arousal. And of course, her gorgeous form lovering over himself was indeed breath-taking.

The warrior remembered then of an ancient tale about the gods. A fertility goddess of earth, the lady of nature, provider of fruits and crops, had chosen for her partner the most virile of gods, the master of war, lord of bloodshed and madness. And now he could comprehend that he was fully emulating their every sensation.

Amatril was his. And as she started to take onto his erection, he knew, that he would never depart of her side. Not willingly. Caressing her soft buttocks, Krug moaned as he decided to help her sped up the process... forcing her down into his manhood.