Him and her

Aylyn felt as exposed as she was, her face flaming red all the way to her roots. Here was a total stranger, she'd only just met between her spread legs. He was touching her and she'd touched him. They were both naked and she was letting him take her over without much struggle or too many second thoughts. As though it just felt...right.

Afraid to move as the razor slid over her mouth, Aylyn kept her breaths even and shut her eyes until he was done. When he told her to look, she carefully pulled herself out of the pool and went to the nearest mirror. Her gaze fell to her bare mound and she tentatively touched the smooth skin there...it was baby soft and felt deliciously naughty.

With a small grin, she returned and slid into the water, lower until she knelt again. “Thank you.” She whispered, delighting in the way the water felt on her shaven skin. Like silk playing over her.
 
"Good girl, " he whispered as he turned her to face him. His cock bobbed in the water so very close to her mouth. Need welled up inside him and for a moment he thought about ordering her to open her mouth and sliding it in.

Cupping her face he lifted her chin and look down into her doe like eyes. "Before this even begins in earnest you will ne mine forever."

Seizing control of himself with a shudder he turned and commanded her, "Follow me. "

Leaving the tub Vyrdrn walked into the bedroom and approached the bed. Turning back to her he asked "Should I trust you enough to allow you to sleep in my bed on your first night here?"
 
Aylyn knew he could have his way in any way he wanted if he truly wanted. So far she'd feared his control, but she was also slowly relaxing as she realized he didn't mean to harm her or worse...kill her. Gazing up into his eyes, she felt a deep surge of emotions and feelings almost clog her throat.

She followed willingly, leaving a wet trail behind them and shivering slightly as they re-entered his bed chamber and as he turned, she sank to her knees again. His question surprised her, but warmed her as well.

“I would be honored if you trusted me..." She told him softly, her eyes full of sweet innocence as she looked up at him. So bright, so beautifully blue...like a summer sky, fringed with such long dark lashes that matched the darkness of her hair, which stumbled damp and free down her back and over her shoulders, curling around her breasts.
 
Hhis eyes never left hers as he knodded his head. "Very well." Sitting on the bed he pointed at the otherside, "Sleep there and I will allow it and will place my feet on your stomach."
 
It seemed extremely odd that he would put his feet on her stomach, but Aylyn wasn't going to ask or protest. Rising, she moved to the bed and pushed back the thick blanket. Carefully she slid into place and gazed at him curiously as her body stretched out and her head rested on a pillow.

After her day and the ups and downs that it had brought her, she felt suddenly utterly exhausted. A soft yawn past her lips as her lids drooped almost immediately.
 
Vyrdrn laid down at a perpendicular angle to rothe and places his feet across her flat tummy. In no time he heard her steady breathing deepen as she fell asleep. Within a moment or two Vyrdrn entered the half sleep half awake state that all members of elven blood entered to rejuvenate themselves.

Four hours later his red eyes opened and he extricated himself from the bed and went down two flights of stairs. Leaving the door open in case Rothe woke Vyrdrn walked into his enormous library and began studying the spels he would need for he day. After an hour he went back up stairs and watched rothe a few minutes then began casting a spell on her.

A moment later he watched as rothe began to moan and squirm on the bed as the erotic dreams of him he started in her mind began to work.
 
Aylyn's sleep was a deep one and at first, it had been sound and wonderfully peaceful. Then slowly, warmth spread over her body and she felt hands slip over her flesh. She knew it was Vyrdrn and sighed softly as his breath tickled her sensitive neck and his lips slid over her chest, peppering her soft smooth skin was moist, soft kisses. Her nipples hardened instantly and her breasts ached for attention.

She arched, seeking more as his tongue swirled around a sensitive nipple and his hands grasped her full hips and squeezed. Her supple flesh burned for his touch, those hands gliding down her thighs and forcing her legs apart.

She mewled and arched again, panting softly as his mouth slid down over her quivering belly, dipping into her belly button and then sliding over her baby smooth mound. “Oh!” She gasped loudly, tense and quivering as Vyrdrn pressed his shoulders between her thighs and held them apart, feasting on her lovely slick pussy.

Her lips glistened with wetness, ripe and ready for the taking. Her feminine musk filling his senses. Looking down at him, she watched his head dip lower, his tongue slipping from his mouth and making contact. She cried out softly and squirmed, whimpering as he licked her slit and made her shudder with pure pleasure.
 
Vyrdrn watched rothe writhe on the bed her erotic dream bringing her to the edge of orgasm. The bedsheets wrapped around her legs nearly tying her to the bed. Her skin was so pale against the dark sheets and the blood red quilt.

His heart rate raced as he watched a single bead of perspiration trail down her throat and bead in the hollow of her neck. His sex stood hard and pointed straight out. Long and thick, the size of a plantain, a bead of pre-cum sparkled in the low light from the slit in the head. A painful needy throb pulsed through out his groin; threatening to rip his reason from him.

After a moment, Vyrdrn decided. Gently prodding her foot, he whispered, "Wake up rothe."

He pulled her up to her knees and stood before her. "Take it into your hand rothe," his voice was low and growly.
 
Aylyn woke with a start, feeling a little disoriented and woozy. She let Vyrdrn situate her where he wanted and blinked sleepy eyes up at him. Her body burned from the dreams that had assaulted her mind. Feeling a little sweaty, she shook her head and blinked again, trying to clear her mind as he instructed her to take hold of his cock.

Without hesitation, her hand came up and grasped his cock, her fingers soft and smooth against his hot flesh. She sighed, her heavy breasts achy, her nipples tight and the place between her thighs hot and slick, her womb clenching.

"Like this?" She asked softly, unsure and wanting to please him. Images flashed in her mind still. Their bodies entwined this time. His cock deeply rooted inside her cunt until she was screaming for release.
 
Rothe's eagerness was evident as her hand wrapped around his hardness. That eagerness turned into timidity as he flexed his hips slowly driving his cock toward her. "Yes rothe, very much like that."

Muttering in a deep low voice Vyrdrn cast a spell and caressed rothe's cheeks activating it. "This will allow you to feel that which I feel and it will heighten what you feels as well."

His cock sliced back and forth until rothe began stroking him timidly. His left hand reached down to heft her breast. Her hard nipple poked into his hand as he squeezed firmly. "Put your hands behind your back as you have been instructed. " His voice was low and hoarse his need threatening to choke him off.

"Now open your mouth wide and keep it that way." As she complied Vyrdrn grasped the base of his cock and slowly fed it into her mouth. Reaching her gag point Vyrdrn clutched each side of her head and stared into her eyes as hew began sawing his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.

Her eyes flicked from shock to terror to lust as his pleasure mounted. "Good girl, rothe" he whispered.
 
Aylyn was powerless to do anything but feel. Everything was so new, so strange to her and yet ever sensation that course through his body shimmered through hers, making her moan around his cock.

She burned, from the inside out. His touch making her gasp, but she held her pose and kept her mouth open, her saliva coating his cock until it shined as he took possession of her mouth.

Unable to look away, she drowned in his gaze, losing herself as she clasped her hands tightly behind her back and began to sweat. Her neck and back ache, but she didn't care...what was worse was the gnawing need that she had no control over building between her thighs and making her trembled as she strained to follow his orders to perfection.

Sucking air through her nose, she whimpered, gagging slightly ever so often as he became more excited with each passing stroke.
 
Vyrdrn's legs began shaking as he continued sliding his cock into rothe's mouth, his balls slapping her chin with each thrust. As her hands moved behind her back, rothe's breasts thrust forward and up, the taut nipples brushing against his thighs.

Unable to control himself any further, Vyrdrn stepped back a partial step, then grabbed the base of his cock as the thick viscous fluid shot forth, splashing against rothe's forehead. His hand continued its languorous journey along his length. With each shuddering gasp of pleasure, his white, hot cream splashed over her face, and breasts.

Running a finger along one of her breasts, Vyrdrn deposited the jism on her tongue, whispering, "Very good, my dear one, very good. Rub it into your skin, absorb me into you."
 
Aylyn was surprised by the amount of cum that he shot over her. Not that she had any experience with such things, but she hadn't quite expected all of that. Still she sat back obediently and let him finish off, tasting him cum on her tongue and then slowly rubbing into her skin as he instructed.

It was quickly cooling on her skin, becoming a little sticky and felt strangely gooey as she rubbed it into her flesh. Carefully she wiped it from her face and spread it around, then waited for his command. Her body was still on her fire, her sex practically dripping with need...a need she had never felt before.

Sitting there, her breasts still heaved with each breath and her body shuddered as she clenched her muscles deep inside and tried to be patient.
 
Vyrdrn looked down at rothe's heaving breasts and her high level of excitement. Her need radiated off of her, threatening to overwhelm him.

Almost instantly he was hard again.

Despite his mind's knowledge that he should be slow and patient, his body's need ravaged at his control. Bending, his hands wrapped around her breasts and he squeezed gently as his thumb flipped across her nipples.

"By the end of the day, rothe, you will be begging me to take you," he whispered in a low gentle voice.
 
Aylyn gasped as his hands touched her again, her nipples almost painfully sensitive as she sat back obediently, her mouth slightly open as she panted for breaths. By the end of the day?? She wanted him NOW.

A soft whimper escaped her throat as she thrust her chest further out and her inner muscles clenched with pure desire. Oh how she ached for him in a way she never imagined she could want anyone. Her thighs quivered with the thought of being spread as he pushed his beautiful cock inside of her tight cunt and filled her.

She gazed at him with longing, unable to find the words to even explain her wants.
 
Vyrdrn moved his lowered hand, trailing a finger gently along the swell of her breast. "Very lovely, my dear rothe," he whispered softly.

Stepping around her, his fingers trailing along rothe's skin, Vyrdrn wrapped his free hand in her hair and pulled her head back firmly, forcing her mouth to point straight up. His eyes watched as her skin formed goose bumps at each of his touches. "you have never felt such need, have you rothe?" he asked, voice full of need.

Rothe shook her head, and he smiled gently. Lowering his lips he kissed her neck and nibbled up to her ear lobe. He nibbled on the meat of her ear one hand holding her head in place, the other twisting and tweaking her nipple. Breathing in her scent deeply, Vyrdrn whispered into her ear, "You will be mine in ways you can hardly imagine..."
 
Aylyn shivered under his touch and gasped, still trying to regain a decent breath. She wanted to sway and melt against the touch of his lips on her hot skin, everything inside quivering and clenching, yearning for him so deeply it almost hurt...throbbing and aching fiercely.

His words only fueled her desire, making her almost stop as she strained to keep herself from toppling backwards and begging him to take her. She thought for sure she'd be deathly afraid of him taking her...would be repulsed and be horrified that this was happening to her, but instead, she wanted more...wanted it all.
 
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