Opposites Attract

[RPerMan]

(Q: What exactly, is a gnoll? xD)

Chard knew that his kind had perpetrated terrible deeds by the past, but from what he could get from her mind felt… Unusual. Torture wasn’t a method to get information, as there was the constant possibility to assault a mind for information. Dark elves were rather the kind to steal or murder in the open, before disappearing into the woods, undetected… Drawing out anything, unless, perhaps, their fun in the bedroom, was against their way of life. He pondered on the idea, and was interrupted by Brennisen’s question.

“Maybe… They seem to truly use you, lack of care for you… In all honestly, Isen, you should look into this when you’re done with me.” He said, looking back into his own past. He saw himself growing up in the slums of Carrion, poor as dirt, scavenging through the garbage of the rich, modern district. Seeing his parents shop raided and destroyed. Learning to fight and kill as chaos took over the town. His first weapon. His first love, and years of new women, lovers or friends. The times of peace joining a gang. Becoming its leader. And finally, preparing to take over Carrion. An ambition that still remained. Rushing through his mind, event as mundane as a meal or important as his meeting with Brennisen, almost 2 millennia of memories flooded him.

Her answer pulled him from his reverie, before he revisited his life in detail… which he wanted to avoid. He nodded slowly in response, trying to get as much information about the rangers, and Randalee in general. The time wouldn’t be around for a long time, perhaps a matter of years, but when he would decide to escape, no one would catch him.

“Gnolls… That could be a problem.” He glanced backwards toward his weapon after so many years of fighting, a simple walk in decent company, peaceful times, with no stakes to keep made him feel nude, as if he was missing something.

“I wouldn’t let your guard down, not until we’ve found as safe sleeping place and have a fire burning… The opposite could lead to a trap.”

(Tried to make the post work with my half-knowledge… Tell me if I said anything that doesn’t work.)

 

[Annisthyrienne]

“Gnolls… That could be a problem. I wouldn’t let your guard down, not until we’ve found as safe sleeping place and have a fire burning. The opposite could lead to a trap.”

"In that we agree, Chard. But we're nearly there, and it's as good a spot as we could ask for. It's a little clearing that backs up against the base of a small cliff. There's a small spring fed stream there too, so we'll have fresh cold water and a good defensible position."

As they conversed, they made their way down the trail, passing through the blossoming early spring forest. In the distance the gurgling sound of a mountain stream could be heard. As the sun sunk lower in the sky, the shadows grew longer across the trail. Brennisen realized that the time was fast approaching to face a delicate subject. She wasn't looking forward to this.

Hesitantly, she began to confront the issue. "See, we're almost there. Just over that next rise is the spot I told you about. We'll set up camp there. But there is something that concerns me, Chard. And that is, what do I do with you? For us to be safe, a watch should be kept all night. But I am only one. Either I must stay awake all night, watching as you sleep, or I'm going to have to trust you to watch while I take a turn to sleep and you'll have to give warning in time for me to defend us both. As much as I regret the need to do it, I'll have to restrain you again when I sleep. It's the only way I can think of to make sure you won't try to escape or harm me while I sleep."

They topped the rise and Brennisen spotted the site below. Pausing a moment on the heights to take in the view of the surrounding area, she scanned for any particular danger. Finding nothing to be concerned about, she started down the winding sloped path that led to the little wooded valley below. She led the pack horse slowly, letting the animal find its footing. It wouldn't do for the horse to step in a rut and go lame. There was still too far to travel.

For the moment, they picked their way along the trail in silence, concentrating on finding secure footing. When they reached the bottom and the way became easier, Brennisen continued with the subject. She took a deep breath before broaching the next matter.

"There is another thing you should know. I have only my own tent for shelter and it is small. We're going to have to share and it will be close quarters. I don't relish the lack of privacy, but it will be the same for both of us. We'll just have to put up with it."

They entered the clearing. The spot was just as she had described it. The cliff was a high earthen berm that slightly overhung the clearing below. The stream was not more than 8-10 paces from the base of the cliff. It looked as though there was plenty of wood for a fire, and the site was mostly level, with just enough grade to drain and keep the site dry.

Brennisen tied the pack horse to a nearby sapling and began to unload the tent and other items they would need. "I'll get the tent set up and then get some fresh water. We'll need some firewood too, enough to last the night." Turning to glance at the sun disappearing over the rim of the hills to the west, she sighed. There wasn't much time before dark. She'd have to get everything done quickly, but at least she'd be so busy that it would keep her mind off the tent sharing problem she would soon have to face.

 

[RPerMan]

“Sure. I understand. As for setting up camp… Unless you have the trust to put either a mallet or an axe into my hands, I doubt that I can cut wood or plant the tent. Though I want to help you…”

Chard walked the hill so smoothly, one couldn’t have noticed he was keeping stable foothold and actually making out a viable path for the equine carrying their things. He stopped at the bottom and waited for Brennisen, helping her with the horse along the last few steps.

He enjoyed the new feel of the dry, slightly yellowed, dewy grass under his feet as he walked around and looked at the site. No bones, no droppings, no prints no cut or broken trees. The place seemed almost too perfect. He refused to lower his guard. His eyes, rather than his pupils widening to let in more light, started to glow brighter. This seemed to keep his vision keen. He looked around. There were little-to-no plants worth picking, no fruit or nut trees. He only spotted a couple silver maples, and their sap was very hard to exploit. The earth was cold and damp, heavy and slightly soft from the river. A bad place for small animals or herbivores to be, whether they tried to seek food or shelter, therefore a bad place for anyone or anything to hunt.

"There is another thing you should know. I have only my own tent for shelter and it is small. We're going to have to share and it will be close quarters. I don't relish the lack of privacy, but it will be the same for both of us. We'll just have to put up with it."

“It’s fine. It’ll probably be like a king’s castle compared to sleeping in Carrion’s trash heaps. What I’m worried about is how we could escape if we were trapped by Gnolls. One or two should be a breeze to a fine archer, with this type of terrain, but if they,re truly organized and decide to encircle us, they’ll probably use the cliff as a spot to throw stones and the likes at us. That could make for a very difficult fight.” He remembered the earlier worry he felt in her and decided to put her at peace rather than give her warnings that would probably be useless. “Then again, this place has no travelers and no animals. To find us here they’d have to be looking for us, specifically. And I know for a fact they’re almost too stupid to differentiate one another.”

Chard helped her to unload her things, simply dying to claim his sword. It seemed he was absolutely lost without some form of weaponry or violence to keep him convinced he wasn’t dreaming a dream, a dream about a life of peace…

"I'll get the tent set up and then get some fresh water. We'll need some firewood too, enough to last the night."

“As I was saying, I can do anything you need from me, if you trust me to do it.”

Turning to glance at the sun with her, his eyes slightly darkening in the flood of light, he thought grim thoughts. It was getting dark- Hunting time for many of the invisible dangers that cluttered his thoughts and stimulated his senses to stay alert. He Kept an eye on Brennisen noting where she was leaving everything that could be a potential weapon. The horse’s pack straps, the wood axe, even the two water pails, which he grabbed, hoping she wouldn’t shoot him down, as he headed to the stream.

“I’ll go get some water.” He said over his shoulder tasting the water by cupping his hands to begin, and filling the pails upon his own approval.

(Sorry I was so slow... Exams and christmas are as good a mix as citrus and toothpaste. (Strange comparison, I'm well aware.) i shoul be good to post until Christmas' eve, maybe I could slip in just a second to read your post between festivities.)

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen listened as he volunteered to help in any way that she would trust him with. She wondered why he was being so cooperative. So far he had yet to give her any sign of trouble. They had traveled all afternoon without the shackles and he hadn't offered any defiance or difficulty. She glanced sidelong at him, evaluating whether she could trust him, noting his graceful stride in descending the hill. Was there a reason he wanted her to trust him? Perhaps he was trying to lure her into a false sense of security. Could it be a trap he was setting?

She watched him study the camp site carefully, noting how his eyes shifted to take in particular details of the area. His intense scrutiny of the details made her suspicious. She eyed him warily as she began to unpack the horse. He told her of his concern about the defensibility of this site. His points were valid, she noted. She hadn't thought things through that much, but his words gave her reason to doubt now. He almost had her convinced that it would be better to find another spot, but then he abruptly changed his tune and she decided to stay after all.

She began to unload the tent, thinking aloud about what she needed to do to get the camp site ready. Once again, Chard offered to help out. Maybe he really did want to help her, she thought. Maybe he wasn't the sly, deceitful rogue that she had been told these dark elves all were. Still, she wasn't ready to trust him with anything he could use as a weapon against her. He took up the water pails in a sudden grab, making her start a little, thinking he was trying some sort of trick perhaps.

“I’ll go get some water.” He said over his shoulder.

"Thanks. That sounds good. I know I could use some to freshen up. When I'm finished here, we can both see what wood we can gather."

Brennisen let out a slow tense breath, easing her nerves. She turned back to setting up the tent, deciding that she was being too paranoid. Chard was far from his home, and from what she had heard about Carrion, there was no reason for him to want to go back there anyhow. He'd be better off where they were going, as long as she could get him there safely. But this thought returned her speculation to the arrow he had pulled from his body. She honestly wondered if she'd have trouble from unexpected sources. Perhaps Chard was not the one she should be worried about.

She was so focused on getting the tent set up that she didn't notice his return with the water pails, so silently and stealthily did he move. Her back was to him as she knelt to fasten the tent edges to the stakes she had pounded into the ground. Her falchion hilt was easily within his reach.

She muttered quietly, exploring her thoughts aloud, not realizing he was just behind her. "He probably doesn't know what awaits him in Randalee. Maybe if he knew it would be better than what he's used to, he'd come along readily. If we can just get through this night, maybe I can extend him a little trust. Maybe we both need to trust each other, if the Princess' ideas are right. Who knows? If she gets her way, we may all end up living together in the same kingdom."

 

[RPerMan]

Chard took a second to stare down into the water he had gathered, examining his reflection. He couldn’t detach his eyes from those of his reflection. They were the eyes of patience, gentle and calm. Brennisen’s presence was soothing his battle mongering mind, and he could finally look back into himself, not as a man fighting for the control of his country, but as a man fighting for his comrades. He cupped some water in one hand, washed his face, and threw it out, before refilling the two pails and carrying them back.

He thought about the arrow he had pulled from his wounds. He placed blame entirely on an overzealous ranger, at this point. He didn’t expose his point of view to Brennisen though. His arguments could easily be misunderstood, and he didn’t want to sour their relation, which was almost friendly. But a long trip like this would inevitably build some trust.

As he approached Brennisen, he noticed the hilt of her sword sticking out from her amazing back-side. He was tempted to reach out and grab it, but there would be no end to his troubles. She’d keep him chained like a dog, unless he fought her, which he wanted to avoid. He couldn’t bear to see such an innocent girl, and a ranger with such respect and potential, fall. Rather he listened to her monolog, he realized she didn’t understand him. He stayed in Carrion, not for comfort, but because he had duties towards his gang. He respected her points of view and whatnot, but what truly made him wonder was her last sentence.

“Who knows? If she gets her way, we may all end up living together in the same kingdom."

He didn’t quite understand that one. Had his mind strayed so far from foreign politic lately? He stealthily put down the two buckets of water to his left, ready to turn and walk to the right, with his cat like pace the second his ears would hear enough… And that his eyes got enough of that beautiful rump.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen finished stretching the tent edge to hook over the stake she had pounded into the ground, still unaware that her companion had returned. She stood and stretched some of the travel kinks out, arching her back. In that position, her bosom, though bound in place, swelled out from her chest prominently. The pose also tightened her buttocks as she stretched her legs, rising up on her toes. She finished with a rub of her neck, up under her braided hair. She could feel the stiffness of muscles grown tense from the day's concerns. She did not relish the idea of what the night would bring. More tension, borne of awkwardness between her and her charge.

How she wished things could be different! She was just beginning to turn her thoughts to what would happen in the night ahead when she caught the presence of Chard out of her peripheral vision. She gave a little start, not expecting anyone to be there. "Oh! Chard, I didn't know you were back. Thanks for bringing the water." She knelt to gather a handful of the cool clear liquid and brought it to her lips, refreshing herself. What remained in her palm, she rubbed on the back of her neck, leaving some damp tendrils of her hair sticking to her.

She glanced up at the dark skinned man beside her, and offered a smile. "Do you want some too? There is no need to wait. You brought it, after all." She lifted one of the pails closer to him, offering it to share with him. Without waiting, she dipped out another drink and wiped her face, cooling herself after the brief labor of setting up the camp. Refreshed, she stood again and began to gather any deadwood she could find in the area, stooping over to pick up any suitable piece. She offered Chard a grateful smile as he pitched in to help. Bending over at the waist to gather a large piece of driftwood put her shapely figure on display, her slightly flared hips and rounded bottom encased in her snug fitting leather breeches.

Without looking at him directly again, she began to share her thoughts as they gathered the wood together. "Chard, you've been cooperative without the shackles all day, and I appreciate that. You've offered to help with the chores of camp, and for that, too, I am grateful. You've really given me no reason to distrust you with your actions. The only reason I have is that your people and mine have been enemies. We're supposed to be at odds, and it's made me nervous and tense all day. I keep waiting for you to do something against me, but you haven't."

Brennisen tentatively reached out to touch Chard's arm lightly, very self-conscious of the gesture, her eyes following her fingers to his forearm, then back up to look into his eyes. Swallowing a nervous gulp, she continued, "I said before that I would have to put the shackles on you tonight so that I could sleep. I'd rather not. You're not exactly supposed to be a prisoner on this journey, did you know that? I'm not supposed to be your captor, only your escort." She let her fingers caress the muscles in his arm lightly, noting the corded tension that bespoke of a warrior's lifetime of conditioning. It brought a blush to her face. She withdrew her hand and let it drop to her side, embarrassed at the familiarity of her gesture.

Nervously, hoping she was sounding convincing, she went on, "So I was thinking; we'd both get more sleep and rest easier if I could trust you to take a fair turn at keeping watch. If you promise not to run off, or hurt me while I sleep, I could leave the shackles off. Maybe during your turn at watch, I could let you have your weapons back." She shrugged. "I guess I can either trust you, or I'll wake up dead. Either way, it puts an end to my trouble. So what do you say?"

 

[RPerMan]

Chard observed with a small smirk the amazing contours of Brennisen’s perfect body, though disappointed she had spoken no more. He had met women with beautiful, bountiful bodies and an arousing sexual intent no living man could resist, but Brennisen’s strange mix of innocence, the powerful sexual drive she tried to repress and he amazing body was something else.

"Do you want some too? There is no need to wait. You brought it, after all."

Chard cupped his hands to drink something he was not used to, with his levitation and mental powers, but felt it would be obnoxious to use them here, alone with her. A couple drops of water slipped through his hand before he reached the dreadfully obvious idea that he had to close up his fingers. He lapped up the cool liquid, not unlike the way a feline would, though with a sort of refined gesture to it. Immediately afterwards, he took the time to peek at her perfect buttocks before gathering some wood himself.

"Chard, you've been cooperative without the shackles all day, and I appreciate that. You've offered to help with the chores of camp, and for that, too, I am grateful. You've really given me no reason to distrust you with your actions. The only reason I have is that your people and mine have been enemies. We're supposed to be at odds, and it's made me nervous and tense all day. I keep waiting for you to do something against me, but you haven't."

Chard stopped gathering for a while, taking a deep breath to think about the way he should answer.

“The people of Carrion don’t hate the Princess/Goddess. They hate their own leaders. They hate their own poverty and the injustices that never end. And since they can’t blame it on one person of their clan, they place blame on the Princess/Goddess’ work, rather than themselves.”

He took another deep breath.

“Therefore I have no reason to even dislike you. I was planning on making away to observe Randal politics this coming spring. Once we get there, I’ll take my time to observe before making my way back to-”

Chard was interrupted by the satin-like feel of Brennisen’s fingers crawling up his arm. Their light touch was warm and comforting. He kept his silence. Chard almost pouted when her hands left his arms, comforting as they were, her soothing, melodic voice stirring in his ear.

"I guess I can either trust you, or I'll wake up dead. Either way, it puts an end to my trouble. So what do you say?"

“It’s honestly your choice, and not mine. The most important now is that we stay calm and functional. If you can trust me without shackles, that’s good. If you can trust me without shackles and with weapons, that’s great. But the important part is to not put your trust to the test. If you’re not completely sure, don’t take a risk. But, for all it’s worth, you have my word that I won’t harm you, ever.”

He realized his answer, though the absolute, utter truth only brought more questions. He remembered how she had rubbed her neck earlier and offered to massage her pain and stress away, before finishing their chores for the night.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen stared into Chard's face for a long moment, her clear sapphire eyes blinking once, twice, thrice, as her thoughts swirled in turmoil in her head. Well, there it was. She'd made the offer and waited to see what he would say, and he'd said plenty. Some of the things he had said were things she would want to ask him more about later. But his words about trust had put the decision right back on her shoulders, literally. He'd offered to massage her neck to ease her tension and pain.

And although she was considering how good that might feel, there were the trust issues he'd mentioned. But the words that stuck in her mind now; the words he had said to make her question everything she thought she knew, everything she'd been told about his kind, were the words he'd used to give 'his word' that he wouldn't harm her, ever.

But it wasn't the words really, as much as his tone behind the words. There was something in his voice, in his eyes, as he'd said it, something that had caught her attention. Brennisen wasn't as good at reading people as she was at reading tracks, but the same sense of perception and attention to detail she used for tracking served her well here too. Chard was being sincere, that much she knew. But there was more than that. There was also something in his tone that stirred feelings within her. If she had more experience, maybe she would have known what it was.

But now it came down to whether she would trust him, whether she could. If she did, she thought, the whole basis of their relationship on this journey would change dramatically. They could both get some sleep tonight, for one thing. But could she ignore all she had ever believed and all she had ever been told about his kind?

No, not ALL she'd ever been told. One voice she knew of had dared to speak out against all that she had ever heard: the Princess/Goddess.

Brennisen made her choice. Trust had to begin somewhere. She blinked a fourth time, and smiled up at him, slowly turning her back to him and reaching back to move her long blonde hair out of the way, offering her vulnerable neck to him. "I'd like that, Chard." was all she said.

 

[RPerMan]

Chard bit his lip, as he awaited a response. There was nothing left to say. Hopefully she’d trust him enough to turn her back to him. If not, he was in for a long trip. Her strange pattern of blinking kept him on edge. Between each closing and opening of her eyelids, it seemed as if time itself had melted and was leaking away into the river. When she finally accepted, he drew a breath tainted with relief.

Once she moved her hair away, he made her sit on a small stump, where he could see her neck properly. His strong fingers dug in between important muscle groups and slowly rubbed them into a soft form again, over and over, until her neck was almost limp. He then moved around her shoulders, releasing yet more tension and pain.

It was a relaxing, enjoyable massage. Its one issue was that it released tension in a certain nerve grouping, inexistent in the Carrian anatomy that increased sexual sensitivity. Upon pinching that nerve, he unwillingly would be forcing her to build up enough stress to block that nerve again, or be befuddled by a light, yet noticeable change in her desires. It was still a subtle, gradual change that wouldn’t truly affect her. It was actually quite probable that it would be good for her to execute a little less restraint in thoughts and words.

Chards eyes grew brighter yet as the sky dimmed, the sun’s final rays shining into the sky with red and purple, before the night took over. “Well, I suppose it’s time to finish preparing camp. Isen, are there any important chores left to do? It’s high time we get settled in to either sleep or watch, if we want to rise with the sun tomorrow.”

(I don’t know about this post, I’m reading myself, and it just feels weird: if it’s not to your liking, just tell me so, okay? Thanks. :S )

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen was still tense when she submitted herself to his hands. She knew he would feel it in her neck and shoulders, but would he know it was because she was still a little afraid? Afraid of him, and afraid of herself, and what she might do if she truly trusted him. She had felt the lean muscle of his arm. He was strong, and she supposed, handsome too, in a way different from the elvish men she had always seen before. But as his hands worked their magic on her flesh, she found herself relaxing and enjoying the feel of his touch on her skin. The tension melted away in her, along with her lingering distrust of him.

She let her eyes close and allowed the feeling of relaxation to carry her away, drifting on peaceful, but increasingly pleasant feelings. As she relaxed and focused on the sensation of Chard's expert manipulations, she slowly became increasingly aware of a warm feeling deep in the pit of her stomach, and a certain 'stirring' within that spawned a dreamlike series of thoughts. Images of Chard's hands and fingers expanding the massage, down along her shoulders, gradually, then over her collar bones and shoulder blades, moving from front to back and returning again, came unbidden to her mind. Lower he went, and lower still, front to back, down along her spine. Then back to front, around under her arms to the side swelling of her breasts.

Suddenly in her mental images, she was naked, no tunic, no blouse, no binding wrap. His dark fingers contrasting so sharply against her pale, pink flushed tender breast flesh, kneading and massaging. Images in her mind of his fingers finding her nipples, teasing, tugging, pulling. A moan escaped her, low and throaty, before she caught herself. The images in her mind revealed to Chard suddenly changed to embarrassment, and in that instant, he could see the pinkish flush creep up the back of her neck and even to the tips of her ears. He caught a mental flash of self-condemnation and a hot flush of shame as she reached up with her hands to cover his fingers, as if to stop them from moving any further into intimate territory. One final flash of regret and longing could be sensed before she turned to face him, taking a step to put distance between them.

“Well, I suppose it’s time to finish preparing camp. Isen, are there any important chores left to do? It’s high time we get settled in to either sleep or watch, if we want to rise with the sun tomorrow.”

"Uhm, yes, we should, uh....gather more wood, I think. That is, I'll get some more, and, uh, could you start a fire, please....a little one, not too large?" she stammered awkwardly, uncertain what she was feeling inside. She needed to think, needed a few minutes to get herself under control again. "I'll just...I'll be over...." she trailed off, pointing lamely into the forest as she stumbled away, looking back at him as if unable to look away. She sighed, "You must have magic in your fingers, Chard. Thank you."

A short while later, the sun fully set and darkness upon them, she sat across the fire from Chard, eating the evening meal in companionable silence. When she finished, Brennisen watched Chard for a few minutes appraisingly. Finally she asked, "Chard, you said earlier that your people don't hate our Princess/Goddess; that they only blame her work because they can't blame their own leaders. Have you ever wondered why those who've left have not come back? I mean, it would be easy to think that we take them back to Randalee and hold them prisoner, but that is not entirely true."

She paused to collect her thoughts and scooted around the fire to sit next to Chard. She continued in a lowered voice, almost conspiratorial. "The Princess/Goddess has a plan for them, indeed, for all of your people who come to us. But it is a plan that is so....unusual as to be thought radical, even by most of the people of our kingdom. Her husband, King Elendar, supports her, but it is said that even he has his doubts. He will not make the plan known to the general populace, but you know how rumors always spread. I have heard some of the rumors."

She touched his arm lightly, looking earnestly into his eyes as if hoping he would believe what she was about to reveal. "Chard, I've heard that she means to outfit and equip all the refugees and help them start a new colony, away from Carrion, somewhere they will be able to start anew, and live in peace. If that is her true intent, then your people and mine wouldn't have to be enemies. Who knows? Perhaps you and I could...." She glanced down at her fingers, lightly stroking along his arm, as if only now becoming aware of them. She blushed and let her hand drop to her lap, looking away into the night. Embarrassed, she murmured, "I'm sorry."

 

[RPerMan]

“That would be nice.” Said Chard, smiling, his thoughts filled by the fact that it was a hopeless ambition. He looked down at her fingers running along his arm, remembering the thoughts he had intercepted earlier. She backed away, apologizing, breaking a little day dream of his own.

“What are you apologizing for Brennisen? For laying your hand on me? Please. Your skin is like satin. It’s a marvel to the touch. But… What I do wonder, is…”- He turned to her, kissing her dangerously close to her neckline, before licking his way up the soft curve of her neck, and pressing his warm, moist lips against hers, his hands rubbing in a massage with effects far more potent, along her thigh, before breaking the kiss, though just to make time to say finish his sentence. “I wondered… How it tasted.” He winked before giving her another kiss, deeper, more passionate, his other hand holding her back as he pushed in his tongue, the warm melting feeling of her mouth spreading through him.

“Your skin is sweeter than a strawberry, your mouth, your lips are as smooth and delicious as a mangofruit…” He whispered softly into her ear, giving it a few furtive licks as well, though withholding the part about tasting the rest of her body.

He could feel his own excitement growing in himself, though he tried to hide the awkward feel from her. Younger, he had been called strange, twisted, unnatural… Even now that his strangeness was a sexual asset no other intelligent being could hope to compare to, he felt ashamed of his self, in the darker corners of his soul. The largest of all Randal elves, at their full excitement, had sexual organs that were smaller than Chard’s flaccid state.

He delved deeper into the kiss trying to ignore the discomfort as his skillful fingers went after her second thigh and lower back.

(Sorry, for another while, my posts’ll be shorter… And even less frequent.)

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen stared into the night darkness beyond the ring of their firelight. Her thoughts were so confusing to her! What was this feeling she had about him when she was this close? Why did she touch him like that? And what had she been about to suggest? She no longer knew for sure what she was thinking. She heard Chard's words, and was about to answer when she felt his lips kissing the hollow of her neck just above her collar bone.

Her breath caught in her throat as she turned back towards him to protest, but the gasp turned to a sigh as he licked her throat so sensuously. Her word of protest became a moan of pleasure when his lips found hers. She felt his hands on her leg, caressing her through her leather breeches, making her tingle inside. Her own hands slipped up behind his back, tentative in their movements. In her mind, a voice screamed that this was wrong! He was a dark elf, and she.... They shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't bear to stop him now. She tried to think of all the reasons why she should make him stop, put an end to this. But they were alone out here, and no one would know.

She opened to his tongue, yielding to his advances. The heat of his kiss was stirring an answering fever within her body. Her slim hand came around to his chest, intending to push him away, but it only rested there, feeling the strength of the man in his broad chest. There was something about what he was doing that was exciting her more and more.

“Your skin is sweeter than a strawberry, your mouth, your lips are as smooth and delicious as a mango fruit…” He whispered softly into her ear, giving it a few furtive licks as well, though withholding the part about tasting the rest of her body.

She laughed softly, "You sound as if you are going to eat me." She had no way of knowing the double meaning of her own words. And then he licked up to the delicate point of her ear, one of her kind's most sensitive erogenous zones. A shiver wracked her body, and she felt herself growing wet between her legs. The smile left her lips. This was getting serious now. Suddenly her binding cloth seemed too restrictive on her chest. She could feel her nipples firming to stiff points beneath the cotton cloth. It reminded her of her earlier offer to use it as a bandage for his wound.

"Chard, wait! Your wound...." But then he pressed into her, kissing her again. His fingers moved on her thigh, making her want to let him touch her in other places. She wondered how far his fingers would travel. She let him push her backwards, lying back. As he pressed into her, she felt the stiffened length of him through his clothing. Her eyes widened in astonishment and for the first time, she felt a little fear of what might happen. Her moan of pleasure for his kiss turned to a slight whimper. She managed to break the kiss to look into his eyes, her own blue ones showing a little worry.

"You said you would never hurt me, Chard. Promise you won't hurt me now?"

 

[RPerMan]

He clenched his teeth, as he felt his girth rubbing down the most of her thigh. His strong hands continued to massage her, unknowingly massaging her sexual restraints away, hoping he hadn’t gone too far.

"You said you would never hurt me, Chard. Promise you won't hurt me now?"

"I swear tha tI won't. Just give me the chance... And I’ll do the opposite.” He whispered into her ear again, licking it, more sensually yet, as his skillful hands undid the straps holding both her breeches and her tunic on, pulling off the tunic and unbuttoning her blouse, all without breaking the spell that his perfect tongue was casting into her ear, leaving her with only her chest wrap. The wrap was wide and thick, perfectly concealing the true size of her breasts. He moved his way down her ear, precariously sucking her ear lobe before licking down her neck and into her cleavage, exploring her smooth skin with each side of his tongue.

His hand slowly unrolled the wrap, allowing him to lick further and further down, until his incredible mouth found her nipples, circling them with his tongue, slowly, building up speed before giving them a long slow lick, and nibbling her nipples with his tongue and upper teeth, making sure to give her an eternity of pleasure, without the pain incurred by those who used only their teeth when teasing, moving his orgasmic touch to the next breast as his free hands slowly pushed down her breeches, getting the belt at about knee level, revealing her underwear- or lack of underwear, as the case may be, but for the moment, concentrating on her chest. He rolled over to the side, so she’d be lying atop of him.

"Your breasts...” He moved back to view the breasts which had made her feel so bad… The ones he would make feel so right. “…are even tastier than the rest.” He said, licking his lips sensually.

He rubbed her chest against his own softly, his hands slowly massaging the contour of her breasts, moving in, closer and closer, spiraling towards her nipples as his tongue returned to her mouth, wasting her once again before letting himself venture out of her mouth and back towards her ear, his excitement growing still.

He hadn’t yet realized that the way her walked with his shackles had freed the belts around his ankles, leaving only the few buttons of his shirt he actually made use of, his under armor, and his belt as obstacles to his complete nudity, whereas Brennisen still wore boots, which therefore stopped him from removing her breeches and any eventual underwear.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen listened to his soothing promise. She wanted to believe him, wanted to because it meant that she wouldn't have to stop him from making her feel so good. Surely he wouldn't hurt her if she let him go farther. He could have hurt her before, at any time, if he'd wanted to. And she had decided to trust him. The last of her reservations melted as he whispered so softly in her ear. His warm breath on her skin melted them away.

Her hands ran over his chest, not pushing away, not holding him back, but caressing him, urging him on as he undressed her. His tongue continued to send quivers through her body as his hands bared her down to her binding wrap. Her skin tingled as he began to kiss her lower, but a flash of apprehension coursed through her as he slowly began unwrapping her chest. What would he think when he uncovered her?

Most elves were lithe and nubile, with graceful bodies in modest proportions. Brennisen was embarrassed that her proportions were more like a human tavern wench, spilling over most bodices. Chard would see when he unwrapped the last turn of her binding. Her overabundance would come spilling out, filling his hands. He would see her freakish proportions. He would see, and then he would stop doing the wonderful things he was doing to her.

But he didn't stop.

He didn't seem phased at all by her breasts when at last he had her uncovered. He just kept licking and kissing and making her feel so good! As his mouth closed over her nipple, his tongue teasing her, she moaned and arched upwards, wanting him to take more of her in. The things he did to her with his lips, tongue and teeth, the way he made her body sing, dispelled any last notion she had of her body as undesirable.

Her slender fingers entwined in his silky hair, holding his head to her breast, guiding that wonderful mouth as he made her feel pleasure she had never known before. She felt him sliding her breeches down over her hips, and lifted them up to assist him. She wasn't worried about him hurting her now. He was making her feel better than she ever felt before.

Then he rolled off of her. For a moment, she feared he wanted to get away from her, that he'd changed his mind after all about her. But then he spoke those words that freed her from her fears.

"Your breasts are even tastier than the rest."

Her heart sang and happiness leapt to fill her! She moaned and nearly cried as his hands found her breasts again. She glanced down once, briefly, to see the contrast of his dark fingers against her creamy flesh, just as in her earlier daydreams. His strong fingers squeezed her flesh and brought a whimper to her lips as he kissed her again. She arched her body towards him, pressing her bare sex to his thigh.

She reached down for him then, feeling his still growing length. It brought a gasp to her just as he found that magic spot on her ear again. She boldly gave him a squeeze through his clothing, then reached for his belt, clawing at it excitedly. She pulled it loose from him, surprising him with her strength. She wanted to see him!

She worked at the remaining buttons on his shirt, working them loose with trembling fingers. But his under-armor frustrated her. She gave up, pounding one small fist on his masculine chest in frustration, looking up into his eyes, nearly in tears from her desperate need. She wondered if he knew she was trying to cover her nerves and her uncertainty as to what to do next.

She grabbed his hand from her breast and pulled it down to her soaking wetness. Breathlessly she hissed, "I want you, Chard! I don't care whether it's right or not. Show me...tell me what I should do. I've never...." She trailed off, not wanting to actually admit her inexperience.

She sat up and turned over onto her knees, trying to get at his clothing from a better direction. Her own leather breeches gathered around her legs just above her knees and hobbled her, preventing her from moving much. In order to balance this way, her back arched and it thrust her shapely bottom out behind her. Her large breasts hung down from her chest, hovering over Chard's body. Her nipples were stiff and hard, turgid and reddened with her pulsing blood. Wetness flowed from her nether lips, coating her thighs.

Her voice was a lusty growl, "Please, Chard! Don't make me wait!"

 

[RPerMan]

Chard was surprised, aroused by Brennisen’s lust, as she feverishly worked off his clothes, panting, her mouth noticeably watering. He didn’t believe it himself, but his erection continued to grow. Her frustration at being unable to undress him was surprising. The first time, most women tried to put that off. The following times, usually, Chard practically had them run out of their juices through foreplay, but she...

He felt good knowing she wanted him so ardently, for the first time.

His hand snaked around her soaking, needy hole, sliding over her lightly, feeling no hymen- whether she had lost it horse riding, playing as a child or if her kind never had any to start with was of little importance to Chard. The fact that she had none took a little pressure off him, as he made good of toying with her, massaging the outside of her hole softly.

"I want you, Chard! I don't care whether it's right or not. Show me...tell me what I should do. I've never...."

Chard wasn’t sure where to start, practically astounded by her desire, his mind trapped by the view of her luscious breasts and sopping orifice.

"Please, Chard! Don't make me wait!"

Chard snapped out of his haze at her words, snapping two barely visible clamps on his hips, loosening the entire piece of clothing immensely. Her attempts would free him of all clothing in a second, and to her view would rise his erection. His dark skin towered into an immense throbbing stick of meat, a large - though considering the proportions of its sources, under average – flow of precum stemming into little droplets along his blood soaked, black head. His white, silky pubes were carefully trimmed, no doubt the work of one of his “friends”. He bit his lower lip hoping she wouldn’t change her mind because of his girth. He stayed motionless a long while, waiting for Brennisen to make some sort of move. Once she did, his gaze would slowly slide down to her boots and breeches.

“Well Isen… Don’t you think it would be more comfortable and rather fair if we were both naked he said, rolling her over once again and sliding down to pull off her breeches, knowing she’d kick off her boots on her own.

He almost slid back past her very wetness, but stopped before so, looking into her eyes as his hands split her legs aside. “Also, I think I said something about tasting you?” He said, licking along her thigh and up to her womanhood, his tongue circling the outside carefully giving a few tentative licks over her clit.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen felt Chard's fingers on her sex, and stiffened at the intimate touch. She closed her eyes to concentrate on his touch and how it was making her feel. Her body swayed sinuously in response. The massage he had given her had worked its magic on her body, more so than she was aware. She didn't know why she felt like this towards him, but it was like a hunger, a need that she didn't quite understand. But she trusted her instincts; they had taught her to do that in her training to become a ranger. She fell back on that now, trusting them again. And now her instincts were those of a woman who wanted a man.

His fingers left her for a moment and she opened her eyes to find out why, feeling a keen sense of disappointment. She watched as he unfastened a couple cleverly designed clasps on his under armor and she grinned. Her small hands went to work removing the garment from him. She pulled the armor from his torso and tugged it down his body. When his manhood was exposed to her eyes, she gasped in surprise, her eyes widening and her mouth forming an astonished 'O'. She looked up at Chard's face, watching her reaction and one delicate eyebrow quirked upwards. "Is it supposed to be that big? By the Goddess, it's nearly the size of my forearm!"

Her teeth bit against her lower lip as she reached for his thick shaft, her small hands only able to wrap partially around it. She grasped it with one hand, and placed the other hand over the first, fingers touching. There was still length enough to add a third hand, if she had another to spare. Brennisen let out her breath in a slowly released breath, having doubts about this for the first time. She stroked her hands up along his shaft until a pearlescent drop of precum oozed out the large head and dribbled down along the shaft. It slid down to her fingers and she let her hand slide up over it, spreading the lubrication out over him, marveling at the slipperiness and heat of him now.

She was losing herself in watching her own hands stroking slowly up and down, sliding over the slippery lubricated shaft, mesmerized by both the sight of him and the feel of his hot throbbing under her touch. She could feel his pulse beating in the large organ. One small hand slipped down to feel his scrotum and the egg-like testicles within, fascinated at how the skin drew up tight at the feel of her caress. Her reverie was broken by the sound of his voice drawing her attention away form the possible apprehensions she might be feeling.

She hadn't heard exactly what he'd said, so preoccupied with him as she was, but then he rolled her over onto her back again, pulling off her breeches right over her boots! She looked down with a grin and was about to remove them when she noticed how interesting they looked against her bare legs with nothing else on. She decided to leave them on.

“Also, I think I said something about tasting you?”

Chard pushed her legs apart, now freed from the constraints of her own breeches. She secretly thrilled inside at how he took control of her, deciding what would happen next for both of them. It was all new to her, and she wanted to find out what he would do to her. What did he mean about tasting her, she wondered. In the next moment she found out. He leaned down close to her, lifting one leg up in the air, holding it with his hands as he licked along the inside of her creamy thigh, making her shiver.

But he wasn't stopping there.

Chard's magnificent tongue moved up to and over the nether lips of her sex, circling around a few times, making her squirm in delightful pleasure. "Oh! Oooh, yes!" she moaned. Chard's tongue slid over the hardened little bump at the top of her slit. At first contact with her small pink pleasure pearl, her hips arched upwards in a forceful bucking motion. It was as if she had no control over herself! She felt her pubic bone bump against his teeth and they scraped slightly over her clitoris, causing her to squeal. "Oh, Mother.......Goddess!!! Aaahhhhh!"

A warm sensation was building in the pit of her stomach, sending tingles back to her spine and all up and down her back. Her breathing was coming in pants now as Chard's tongue ministered to her sex. There was a feeling growing inside her, a ticklish, funny feeling that she had never felt before. It almost felt as if she needed to pee, but it was different too. She loved how it felt! She was making little mewling sounds with her voice, not quite moans, not quite whimpers, but something of each.

Her slender fingers slid down to entwine in Chard's silky white hair, guiding his head where it felt so good to her. She didn't have to guide him very much, he seemed to know her body better than she did! Her pelvis writhed beneath him, eager for more of his tongue. She didn't know about this kind of sex before, but she hoped he would not stop. Her head dropped backwards, exposing her throat, and her eyes rolled back.

Suddenly her first climax was upon her! Her thighs clenched so suddenly with the feeling that she clamped down on Chard's head, trapping him against her pussy as she rode out her orgasm, thrusting upwards into his mouth. She screamed out her joy incoherently. Her fists were clenched tightly in his hair now, and in her excitement, she was unaware of how strongly she was holding his head. All she cared about in the world right then was wanting that feeling to last.

After a few minutes of pushing against him, the feeling began to subside and she relaxed enough to let go of his hair, coming back to her senses. She became aware of how she had been holding him so tightly, and she let go of his hair, petting his head and smoothing out his soft silky hair. For a reason unknown to her, she began to laugh. She covered her face with one hand, blushing at the sheer joy she felt in that moment. After a moment, she looked up to see Chard watching her, smiling down at her, and she blushed again.

 

[RPerMan]

“So Brennisen… Did you enjoy? I think you’ll find my treatment was a bit rudimentary, but… I’ll give it another try.” Chard said, licking the juices smeared over his face a slowly cracking his neck and jaw. If Brennisen had enjoyed that, she’d probably never stop moaning after what was to come.

He started very slowly, licking in large, gradually smaller circles around her watering labia until his tongue finally ran up the length of her slit, slowly teasing her, poking her clit at the end of each slow lick, slowly accelerating, until reaching a certain speed, at which point he changed the pattern of his tongue, concentrating on her little pink ball and its hood, his fingers moving in around her opening, pushing and feeling, rubbing slowly, and, upon interval, giving quick strokes of both his fingers and tongue his forehead rubbing against her pubic bone.

He gave slight puffs onto her sensitive clit as he returned to work, teasing her clitoris with his fingers now, his index to be precise, as his thumbs poked and teased her snatch, spreading her lightly as he thrusted his tongue, and caressed her velvet interior.

As he did so, he slowly brought his knees closer, lifting her hips to accommodate his position until he was kneeling, her hips high in the air. Now in this position, he split her slit open with his fingers and continued his originally licking as his free hand held up her backside, his little finger prodding her buttocks’ hole.

(Sorry for being so long.... And for giving you such a short post to work with... But I have a writer's blank and a gigantic shedule lately.)

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen couldn't believe how good she felt, and Chard was just getting started! Her first orgasm had been fast, intense, and it had taken her by storm before she knew what hit her. This time, he was treating her so gently, moving slowly at first, sensitive to her tender overwrought nerves, but increasing his tempo and pressure as she could stand more.

She lay back, staring up at the stars, concentrating on every delicious sensation he was building within her. A sigh of pure ecstasy escaped her as Chard's tongue touched her quivering inner lips. He licked slowly up to her clit, and teased her. Smaller semi-orgasms rippled through her body, bringing little moans and yelps from her parted lips. She jerked and squealed as each little hot puff of air from his lips bombarded her clit with sensation.

His fingers caressed and manipulated her most sensitive spots. She felt his tongue invade her hot wet hole. Her body reacted continuously, squirming this way and that, writhing in sensual bliss. At first, she reached down to caress his strong thighs with her hands, but soon her fingers sought her own breasts, squeezing them, her fingers tugging and pinching her nipples. She brought her breast up to her own lips, sucking in the nipple, and teasing it with her tongue. She was so lost in the experience that she didn't really notice how he was raising her body up.

That is until his finger penetrated her butt.

She yelped and tightened around him, causing her mound to push up into his mouth. Her clit bumped into his teeth, and it sent a shock of nerve tingling pleasure through her body. She came suddenly and cried out. "AAAhhhhhh! Chard!!!" Her hands left her breasts so suddenly that they jiggled and trembled from the motion. She grabbed at his arms that were holding her up. She seized his wrists, clinging tightly to him as her butt clenched around his invading finger and her pussy seemed to suck his tongue inside.

The muscles in her soft tan thighs clenched tightly, pressing her cunt to Chard's mouth and delightfully teasing tongue. She moaned as he made her cum again, a small one, but no less delightful to her. Her fingers dug into his wrists, clutching at him and pulling him closer, urging him on. "Oh Gods, Chard! You make me feel so good!" She rode through it, slowly coming back to her senses, looking up at him with her blue eyes lost in a fever of lust. Her slender fingers caressed and stroked at his arms now, still holding her up to his access. She whispered, "Chard, I want to make you happy too. What can I do to please you?"

 

[RPerMan]

Chard’s tongue squirmed in her opening as another orgasm rode through Brennisen, his gigantic shaft, dripping with precum, throbbing almost happily as if in reaction to her orgasm. Her thighs, smeared with her love juices squeezed Chard’s head hard enough to cover his ears and block out the precision of her words. All he saw was her beautiful blue eyes, swimming in their own ocean of feral lust. Once again his inhuman extension responded to her ever increasing sexual activity. He slowly started to lower her body as he licked his way up her abdomen, going to her breast which he continued to tease, sucking, groping licking, and pulling playfully, as Brennisen stroked his chiseled, muscular arms.

"Chard, I want to make you happy too. What can I do to please you?"

Chard continued to play with her body his strong hands teasing both her chest and her orifice, though at a slower rhythm, as he turned into himself to think. One side of him just wanted to just fuck the life out of her slender perfect body, not so much for his enjoyment than for her pleasure. But, on that side of things, he would have to tell her that ‘I only want your pleasure’, which could easily be misinterpreted as ‘I don’t trust you have what it takes to pleasure me’. Before she could respond to his silence, he backed away and fell onto his back, holding himself on one elbow, taking her hand with his free hand and pulling her closer, gently. He felt awkward explaining how to pleasure him, as in the sexually active Carrian society most girls learned such things from their older sisters or mothers.

“Well. I’ll show you… (He took a deep breath to gather his concentration.) A little something. Here.” He said, taking her hands and moving them delicately, yet firmly to his throbbing piece of flesh, letting her hands wrap around it on their own, knowing she would do that much on her own, trying no to touch himself. Carrian society placed masturbation as a taboo that surpassed that of drinking to excess- It was important for sexual activity make a unity between two people.

“Now, slowly slide your hands along the length of it, up and down, kind of like you were pumping water from an iron well.”

He let her stroke him for a couple minutes, finding that despite how she was sexually encaged up until now that she was a natural. Her grip was firm, but not rigid sliding over each ridge and vein with equal pressure, slowly accelerating as she saw fit. For a long time he just watched her concentrate, noticing the way she gently bit her lower lip or played with her tongue, her very stare enslaving his manhood. He wasn’t completely sure if she was reafy yet, but threw out the idea nonetheless.

“Try using your tongue. You can change the way you’re holding me to work it out to your preference, or let go all together. Concentrate on that ridge on its… Um, bottom, the, uh… Part facing you. And the tip.”

He held back a light groan, basking in the feel of her satin-smooth hands, his face flushed, but unnoticeably so, in the darkness that mostly veiled the different tones of his skin, the firelight drawing a simple silhouette.

He could easily make out her perfect, porcelain curves, knowing that soon she’d notice the way he was staring at her, wondering if she’d take it as an idea to let him use her breasts, or an idea to let herself use her breasts… Or if she’d break her last inhibitions, lay back and ask him to fuck her.

(My best post in a while. ^ ^ Feels nice.)

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen was spellbound from the sensation of her fingers wrapped around Chard's hard length. She had never seen or felt anything quite like it in her life before. He was black as ebony, and sculpted like rippled marble. She let her fingers glide smoothly over the veins, ridges, and the bulbous head at his tip, marveling at how he could be so hard and yet feel so satiny soft. She pumped his shaft up and down, again and again, almost hypnotized by the action. Her motions became more vigorous as she continued, causing her naked breasts to bobble and sway as she worked his shaft.

After a time, she managed to tear her gaze away from his cock long enough to glance at his face, seeing the pleasure there. It sparked a fever inside her. She smiled slowly, mischievously, now determined to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.

“Try using your tongue. You can change the way you’re holding me to work it out to your preference, or let go all together. Concentrate on that ridge on its…uhm, bottom, the, uh, part facing you, and the tip.” Chard told her.

She let her hand slide up to the head, capturing a glistening pearlescent drop of pre-cum oozing out the tip. She stared at it, then looked up at Chard, meeting his eyes as she leaned forward and slowly extended her tongue to capture the droplet. "Like this?" she asked as she lapped the tip of his cock head like a kitten going after cream. His words got through the novelty of this experience she was entranced with, and she tried opening her mouth wider, testing to see if she could get the end of his penis in her mouth. She stretched her lips as much as she could, sliding them over the end of his organ so slowly that she could detect every slope and curve of him with her tongue. It felt like trying to fit a large ripe plum into her mouth all at once.

It took some effort, but she managed finally to engulf his cock head in her mouth, stroking him with her two hands together at the same time. Her hands tugged and milked him, urging the copious pre-cum to flow from him into her sucking mouth. The thought of what she was doing thrilled her and made her daring. She looked up and locked on his eyes as she slid her mouth farther down along his shaft. She tried. Really she did. But he was just too large to get much of him inside her this way. She pressed herself down until it triggered her gag reflex, and she realized that she couldn't finish him this way.

She pulled off and a string of her saliva stretched from her bottom lip to his cock. She bit her bottom lip with chagrin, and tilted her head to examine him as she continued to stroke his length, trying to find another way to please him. She tried again, but this time, clamping her mouth over him along the bottom of his shaft without trying to put him inside. She mouthed along his shaft, concentrating her efforts near the tip, but also moving down the frenulum, just behind the ridge of his head, tickling and pressing on him with her wet tongue.

His moans and the tension in his muscles told her she was doing something he liked. She kept doing it, but her own excitement was growing fast, again. Her small hands stroked up and down as her mouth and tongue sucked and licked him. He was becoming slick with her saliva and his pre-cum, and her hands slipped over his skin easily now. She lifted her head from him and wiped her mouth on the palm of her hand, helping to slick it with her tongue. She looked at Chard, and purred in a silky voice, husky with lust, "Chard, is it okay to kiss you? I really want to kiss you right now."

Without waiting for his answer, she stretched her body up along his torso to reach his lips, her hands still grasping his cock. Inadvertently, the position brought his shaft between the warmth of her ample breasts, one large fleshy globe on each side of his manhood. As Chard moaned his pleasure into her kiss, she realized that she was doing something he was enjoying. When the kiss broke, she straightened up and looked down at the slick wet trail his large organ had left between her large soft breasts. As she looked down at the features that had always made her feel so self-conscious and ashamed throughout her life, she began to form an idea of how she could use them for something good. But a moment of doubt entered her thoughts. Would Chard want that? Would he be repulsed at her actions?

She blushed deeply as she decided to just try it and see his reaction. Inside, she worried that he would not like it, or he would think it was some perverted thing to do, and then he would reject her. She worried that she would be crushed if that happened, and that thought made her wonder when she had grown so concerned that Chard accept her and like her. When did she begin to care what this dark elf thought of her?

Brennisen leaned over him again, as if to kiss him, but instead she did not stretch up to his lips. She leaned up just enough to allow her large breasts to cozy up on either side of his cock. At first, she just continued to pump him with her hands, concerned about taking the final risk of his rejection. She would not look him in the eyes, not yet. She could not bear to see what she might find there.

The sensation of his hardness sliding between her softness gave her an unexpected pleasure. She moved her body just enough that his cock head would brush over her stiff nipples and areola. She found that she liked the sensation, repeating it for the other side. At hearing Chard’s moans of pleasure, she decided to go on with her plan. She let go of his cock with one of her hands, and reached under her breasts to gather them together around his shaft. He was already slick with her saliva and his own pre-cum, but she tilted her head down and let some spit drool down between her breasts.

Slowly she moved her body so that he slid along between her breasts. Still holding his cock with her other hand, she stroked him at the same time. But two things occurred to her after only a stroke or two. The first was that she noticed how the head of his cock slid up from between her breasts almost to within reach of her mouth. It would be so easy to get him to slide up a little farther, if she let go with her other hand. Then she could lick him on each upstroke as well, she thought.

The second thing she noticed was that trying to hold his shaft and her breasts at the same time was awkward. Not only that, but the bent-over position she was in while kneeling between his thighs was making her back feel the strain and begin to ache. Still, Chard had endured whatever discomfort he had felt to make her feel so good. She could at least try to do the same.

She let go of his shaft with her other hand and held her breasts to him, squeezing them on his rod with both hands now. She slid him up and through the passage in her cleavage, and on each upstroke, she licked him, flicking her tongue at the large bulbous head. She marveled at how his dark skin contrasted so much with her creamy light flesh in the flickering firelight, as he slid through the valley of her cleavage. She could hear the slights grunts and groans that told her he apparently liked this treatment. At least he hadn’t rejected her yet, so maybe he didn’t mind it. There was one way to find out, she thought.

Her back had been increasingly feeling the strain of the hunched over position and she thought they could do this another way, that might be better. “Chard?” she purred, “Do you like this? I want you to feel good, but I want to try something a little different.” She eased off of him, playfully tugging him up by his cock as she lay down beside him, guiding him to straddle over her waist. She placed his cock back in the valley of her breasts, and smiled up at him as she pushed them together with her hands. Her head rested on the rolled up blanket of the bed roll, tilting her face up slightly.

A moment of doubt clouded her face, causing her smile to disappear, replaced by concern. “This is okay, isn’t it? I mean, you don’t think it’s strange or depraved, do you? I’ll do anything you want, Chard. I want to learn how to make you feel good too.”

 

[RPerMan]

Chard’s eyes spread open in surprise. She was so good at what she was doing, a simple task mannered with such expertise that it could replace experience, yet too curious, so innocent, to be anything other than a virgin. She had the natural, genetic profile of the perfect sexual partner, and instinct that equaled and surpassed most women of his kind- even the ones with centuries of experience. Innocent… In a way, she was so bold.

"Like this?"

Her lust driving her every movement, that hungry pulse he could feel inside her as she openly enjoyed licking his gigantic meat pull was almost as surprising, as erotic and exciting as her tentative movements to engulf his head within the depths of her warm, wet mouth. Her stroking felt normal and adapt to a novice at first but the way she milked the ever increasing lubrication of his cock was unnaturally exquisite, her enjoyment of its taste and texture, assuming the carnal obsession he read in her eyes was due to pleasure. As she continued to take his cock in, deeper and deeper, until her gag reflex kicked in and she pulled back that brief glimpse of extra pleasure causing him to grit his teeth and let out a small deep groan. Her new efforts continued to surprise him, his body clenching up as her services continued to expand their reach over his organ.

"Chard, is it okay to kiss you? I really want to kiss you right now."

Chard didn’t even have the time to think of his answers. His dumbfounded mind found no response until her lips melted into his like cream colored paint poured into a pot of black, until her breasts slid around his overgrown excitement. He moaned into her softly, hoping it was signal enough for her to continue. As she continued to lean in, cupping his length, yet continuing to rub him with her hands, he wasn’t sure if she was doing her best or afraid of trying.

When she squeezed her breasts together and slathered him with saliva he understood that she was hesitant, but she began using bother her hands to squeeze his extension between her breasts, licking him along each stroke, he knew she learned quickly as well. Her treatment was divine, one of the greatest experiences of his existence. How she attained this was a mystery to him… But when a riddle makes no sense to you, there’s but one cure. To examine it closely, over and over again…

“Chard? Do you like this? I want you to feel good, but I want to try something a little different.”

Chard barely needed her guidance- Perhaps only to shake him from the fumes of his own surprise. He had assumed similar positions a million times by the past. He kneeled, his long legs, more particularly his thighs just long enough to keep them in a perfect position.

“This is okay, isn’t it? I mean, you don’t think it’s strange or depraved, do you? I’ll do anything you want, Chard. I want to learn how to make you feel good too.”

Chard chuckled a bit before answering her. She really hadn’t been involved with men, had she? He waited, before answering, as she returned to pleasing him tentatively as he hammered out a straight line of thoughts.

“You’re amazing Brennisen… You have no place for worries. The only problem I have right now is that I’m not sure I’ll still be able to take you once you’re done with me.”

Despite Chard’s honest prevision, there was absolutely no way his body would let itself miss any of the carnal pleasures that remained within Brennisen’s body, yet he decided to change his position anyways. He rose to his feet and took a step back, before getting back down and onto his knees, impregnating each movement with certain delicateness. His rod’s level of lubrication was dwarfed only by that of Brennisen’s soaking orifice. He swallowed hard. Everything was in place, but he was still nervous about hurting her. His knees felt soft against the grass. His breathing, like hers, let out little clouds of fog barely visible in the firelight. He placed the bulbous tip of his head in front of her opening he took a deep breath and remembered her curious anxiety when she first saw his length.

“This will not hurt. I promise.” Upon speaking those words, he knew them to be true. He had taken more women than he could recall 365 days a year, for over 300 years, he had always almost shared bedding with a woman. Often the same ones, but often different women as well. But he had never hurt any. That was how he realized he had a gift. And how he would make Brennisen realize she was as gifted as he was.

He pushed in slowly, the thick head splitting her inner lips softly, as the juices practically ran down his under side, as he folded her legs against his chest, her calves sticking out behind his shoulders, as if to grant an angel or erotica and orgasms the pale wings he deserved. He pushed with more force, the tip making its way in a second. It wouldn’t hurt, but it was still a lot to take… Physically as well as mentally. He stopped himself, enjoying the smoldering feel of her hot, wet walls, pressing in their virgin tightness, all round the tip of cock he had inserted.

“Brennisen… Tell me how you feel. What you want. Why?”

 

[Annisthyrienne]

“You’re amazing Brennisen… You have no place for worries. The only problem I have right now is that I’m not sure I’ll still be able to take you once you’re done with me.”

Chard's words made her smile beam like a beacon in the night as her young face lit up in happiness. He didn't think she was perverted for using her body the way she had. And more than that, he wanted her in that 'other' way. She fully understood his sentiment not to spend himself before he could take her virginity. She wanted that too!

As he repositioned himself between her thighs, she instinctively bent her knees, lifting them up on either side of his body, readying herself for this moment. The details of the moment crystallized in her awareness. The chill of the spring night, now that Chard's body had momentarily left her uncovered, stiffened her nipples almost painfully. The sight of him, kneeling over her, holding his member close to her sex, his dark body between her lighter thighs, contrasted against the night. The promise in his voice when he swore to her it would not hurt, despite his unusually large size, made her last concerns vanish. She was flooded by trust for this man, so recently her enemy, now her lover against all odds.

Her large blue eyes, expanded to take in the vision of him in the reduced illumination of the night, looked into his eyes with complete trust as he pressed his large cock head between her slick pussy lips, slowly but irresistibly entering her. She could feel it stretching her open, more than she had ever been stretched by her own fingers in the times she had stolen the forbidden pleasure, wondering what it would be like if this moment ever came. Now it was here, and it was happening!

Chard paused a moment to lift her legs up to his shoulders. She wasn't sure of the reason for this, but it gave her a little thrill of uncertainty and the slight fear from knowing she could not close them now, not even if she wanted too. There was now nothing she could do to resist his entry into her innermost depths, and for just the slightest moment, a twinge of fear crept into her mind, remembering his massive size. She had no experience with men, but somehow she sensed that Chard was beyond the size of most. She had no choice now but to trust him.

She reached down to grasp at his forearms as he leaned forward to prepare to fill her. He had guided the head of his huge cock into her opening, and she had stretched to accommodate him, more already than she ever thought she could. But it was only the beginning, and she knew it. The new position seemed to line her up with his angle of penetration, and just in the movement of putting her legs up and leaning forward over her, he slipped further into her. It was almost as if her pussy was welcoming him in. He paused then, to whisper to her the words that sent a shiver of anticipation through her fevered body.

“Brennisen, tell me how you feel. What you want. Why?”

She barely managed a breathless whisper as she tried to find the words to express what she wanted. She had waited for this moment to arrive in her life more than almost anything else she could recall. How could she begin to tell him how she had imagined it would be? And now, the reality of what was happening, and with whom, was so vastly different than anything she could have imagined. He was a dark elf! Her first lover was going to be a dark elf! There would never be another 'first time' and it was happening with someone her people had told her she should hate and distrust. But she did trust him. He had sworn not to hurt her, and she believed him. For this reason, her answer may have seemed like a strange thing to say. She hoped he would understand, somehow, despite her inability to explain.

She looked deeply into his eyes, her blue orbs swimming with the emotions she felt. "I feel safe with you, Chard. I-I trust you. I want you....want you to fill me, claim me, show me what it's like. Make me a woman, Chard!" Did she dare use the word she had only heard whispered by coarse tongues before this?

Yes. It's what she wanted from him, after all. She dared. "Fuck me, Chard!" she sighed as she felt him sink into her farther, spreading her, splitting her, pushing so impossibly far up inside her. She thought she could feel him clear up into her stomach! Her head dropped back in a long moan as the incredible feeling of being penetrated and filled overwhelmed her. Her eyes closed to shut out everything else so she could concentrate on that feeling, to sear it into her memory for all time. Her slender fingers gripped his dark arms so tightly her nails threatened to break his skin.

He sunk slowly into her, nearly as far as he could go, and yet more than a third of his length was still unburied within her scalding hot flesh when he met resistance. Brennisen would have thought it was impossible to take any more of him, but in this position, she was about to find out otherwise. By now, he was leaned over her body so that she could look almost straight up into his face. She wanted to kiss him suddenly, overwhelmingly wanted to feel his lips on her own.

She strained to pull her self up to him, using her arms, and also, before she thought about it, her legs. Leveraging her calves on his shoulders lifted her, but not the part of her she had planned. Just as her lips strained upwards to greet his, the sudden shock of sensation as something shifted within her, allowing the final penetration of his last few inches as her hips rose to meet his. It caused her to cry out, almost howling in surprise, shock, and a little pain. Her eyes showed it all, locked on his. But only for a moment before it passed into a look of determination as the initial pain faded away and she realized she had taken all of him.

A new look of hunger seized her as she reached up to entwine fingers in his silky white hair and pulled his face down to hers. She growled lustily, "I want you to fuck me, Chard! Fuck me now!" before covering his mouth with her hot seeking lips.

 

[RPerMan]

"I feel safe with you, Chard. I-I trust you. I want you....want you to fill me, claim me, show me what it's like. Make me a woman, Chard! Fuck me, Chard!"

Brennisen’s words triggered immediate reaction inside Chard, a white glimmer of teeth smiling against his black silhouette in the increasingly dark night. He slowed moved up into her, her warm, wet walls, ensnaring his cock in an ocean of sensation. He leaned over as much as he could, lowering himself close enough to breath in the subtle aroma of her being, and venture his tongue upon a few delicate curves. He felt her reactions to his entry, accepted them, most of all understood and predicted them, letting his arms as soft as he could, given the situation, seconds before her finger tips pierced his skin.

He continued easing his way in, making his penetration as slow and delicate as he could, letting her savor the moment, file it within her memories. As he met resistance he leaned forward a bit, getting some leverage into her. As he continued to slowly inch into her, he closed his eyes, conscious of their proximity by the simple sound of her short, quick breaths.

He opened his eyes, readying himself to give a final push into her, when her own movements pulled him into her, bringing his rod into her innermost depths, and their lips to a brush as she cried out in pleasure and perhaps a bit of pain as her own leverage brought him into her. She panted for a second, and he enjoyed each second of her semi-orgasmic expression of feverish desire.

"I want you to fuck me, Chard! Fuck me now!"

Chard smiled what could be considered a wicked smile, before he plunged his tongue deep into her warm, welcoming mouth, his lips rubbing against hers with slow passionate grace, as he slowly pulled away a small sting of saliva spreading the space between them.

He pulled out in a slow, soft motion his right hand easing down to her clit, rubbing and poking it before sinking in, pulling away to the very edge, accelerating slowly, letting her accommodate. As he reached a peak in his rhythm, he added to the power and depth of his thrusts, going to fuck parts of her she never knew existed, his ebony balls slap against her white, satiny backside, the sound of dry, sharp slapping sounds slowly becoming a moist, sloppy animalistic rhythm of reproduction.

He angled his hips slowly, finding parts of her so sensitive, so deep within her body, that no other man could ever reach.

“Brennisen, I’m going to change position soon, cooperate with me.”

(This isn't a very good post... <.< but if you can write me a reply shortly, I might be able to write another one today.)

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen moaned into his kiss with her pleasure. His tongue invaded her mouth even as his cock invaded her body. She was being filled from both ends, she thought. He pulled out of her slowly at first, then slid back in, much easier this time now that she was already stretched open for him. She was nearly folded double beneath him, and as his thrusts began to increase, the force of his pistoning cock forced the air out of her in short, clipped, primal, animalistic grunts.

She tried to give voice to her sensations, but it only came out as little mewling whimpers, slowly increasing in volume as the pace and forcefulness of him fucking her increased as well. Soon the sounds were coming out almost as little barks, exhalations of breath and passionate sound shoved from her lungs with his thrusts. Added to this lustful symphony were the wet squishing noises of her sopping pussy receiving his hard, unmerciful member, and the slapping sounds of naked flesh on naked flesh.

She could feel his slight shifting of position, and squealed as her overwhelmed mind registered all new subtle nuances of sensation bombarding her overwrought nerves. Her own pelvis began to thrust upwards to meet him, her arms and legs arranged in a peculiar cross fulcrum as she reached down to clasp at his hips at the same time her ankles were still on his shoulders. They crossed somewhere in the middle, knees and elbows close.

Her hungry mouth sought out his flesh, and when he was not kissing her mouth, she was kissing, nibbling and even biting his arms and chest. She felt him angle his hips and thrust into her again, hitting all new spots and causing starbursts of pleasure to erupt behind her eyelids. She couldn’t help crying out loudly, her voice echoing back off the dirt of the cliff behind their camp. “Aahhhh! Goddess!” Her short nails clawed into the ebony cheeks of his buttocks as she sought to pull him into her again and again to hit that spot. She thrashed her head back and forth, unable to comprehend how it could feel so good!

“Brennisen, I’m going to change position soon, cooperate with me.” he warned her. All she could do is respond in a plaintive whine, “Oh, yes! Anything Chard! It feels so good!”

 

[RPerMan]

Brennisen’s breaths and whimpers, panting, mewling, moaning were all different lyrics accompanying the orchestra playing inside his pointed ears, the needy thrusting of her hips, her aching to feel him, her smooth tongue seeking his mouth were all instruments played for her satisfaction… And nothing made him more excited than to see her utterly satisfied, to felt hat he could cool her greatest fevers, answer her innermost desires.

The delicious feel of her tongue, her teeth roaming over his body in a quest for more of the flesh he had distributed already so generously made his pulse increase. He wanted nothing more than to make her feel better than she ever did, all the way to Randalee.

“Aahhhh! Goddess!”

Her cry excited him to no end, the feel of her fingers pressing into his backside slightly painful, yet the satisfaction of finding the first of the four critical points he knew of, out of the dozen his people had explored, though his size would probably allow him to find more of those Pandora’s boxes, and release their spices throughout the world, had him reassured. This meant he had to change his position by just a tad to reach the second one. If she thought she had felt anything- She had only breathed in a small sample of a perfume, carried by the wind from so far away. She would soon catch a scent that would surround her, hold her, bless her with amazement… And there was more to come afterwards.

“Oh, yes! Anything Chard! It feels so good!”

He changed not so much his position as he did hers. He dropped Brennisen’s right leg off his shoulder, turning her hips to the side by simply bring the left one in closer to the center of his body, as he brought his knees forwards and under her, using her thighs as handhold to pull himself in, adding to the extra leverage of his tight kneeled position. He licked Brennisen’s calve, not slowing down for an instant, continuing to bull’s-eye the spot he had previously found, moving deeper into her, slowly but surely moving towards a new point of her organism.

The progressively weakening salve of pleasure coming from the original point he had found, appropriately named ‘the first point’, would come as a disappointment to her, but the rising feeling of the second point- Lysha’s point –Would console her in a way that existed only in the wildest dreams of the lustiest nymphs.

Nevertheless, he continued intensifying his deep, rapid penetration, his coarse breathing and the sweat emanating from his muscled body floating in the night air, as if ethereal fumes that mixed with the smoke of the campfire.

(Not as long or as detailed as i thought, but I found it fulfilling to write this way... Tell me what you think.)