Opposites Attract

[Annisthyrienne]

Her short gasps and cries melded into one almost continuous moan, modulated by Chard's thrusting. With the new position, some of the urgency of her stimulation eased off, but it was by no means the cessation of her pleasure. Instead of the slightly more intense pleasure she'd first felt, this was now a more gradual, slow building pleasure, originating deeper in her core. But the degree of arousal built up inside her by the previous angle of Chard's thrusting had brought her to a plateau from which she now could climb to even greater heights of ecstasy.

With her hips canted, Brennisen lay partly on her side. She raised herself up on one arm, better able to look down and see him pumping into her body. She found that even this subtle change in her position changed things just a little, and the realization made her want to experiment. She angled her hips forward just slightly, finding a new sensation, then angled them backwards as Chard held her leg high. She found the perfect angle to get him to hit that special spot inside her and cried out in passion. "Oh! Oooh! OH!! Yes!" Chard's forceful thrusts rocked her svelte body from the impact of flesh against flesh, causing her large breasts to jiggle and shake. Her hand found one of her turgid nipples and tweaked and pulled it, adding to her stimulation.

His thrusts relentlessly pounded into her. Her arousal rose anew, this time building like a slow heat. Unlike when he had used his mouth on her, when it had been sharp, urgent, intense, but had built fairly quickly, this was more gradual, but as a result, she was nearly lulled into a contented lassitude just before her orgasm snuck up on her. Then, within a few more strokes of his massive cock, she found herself gasping out a strangled cry as she let go, trembling, clenching, sweating despite the coolness of the night. Her slender hand grasped a fistful of grass, ripping it out by the roots as she came with a scream! Her body stiffened, her hips rising up off the ground as she arched into his thrusts, turning over almost onto her belly, as much as she could with him still holding her leg up against his chest.

She rode it out, crying loudly, and afterward, she thought that would be all. She thought it would be over then; that Chard would be finished too. But he didn't stop. He continued thrusting into her over and over. To her amazement and delight, Chard was not through with her yet!

 

[RPerMan]

Chard listened to Brennisen’s moans of delight with his own personal satisfaction, sweat dripping from his muscled chest, the dimmed view of Brennnisen toying with her large, jiggling breasts by the firelight pushing him surprisingly close to the edge. His stone hard member seemed to be absorbing more and more of his blood, and he wasn’t imagining things. His excitement was peaked, his cock was throbbing within his partner, his testicles slowly started to tighten up as they slapped against her perfect athletic buttocks.

Her breathless cries or orgasmic delight echoed within Chard, her pristine juices dripping along his cock, splashing his thighs and balls with each thrust, his arms wrapping around her leg as his hands eased down to her little pink hood, teasing it softly between each sudden contact of his pelvic bone.

He continued pounding into her relentlessly as she screamed, her arched back pushing his angle even closer to his second target- Which at least for tonight, was probably going to be his last.

His breath was short and he almost appeared to be panting, his divine tongue lolling out from his mouth as he continued to fuck her, moving his hips angle ever so slightly, searching for Brennisen’s next and greatest orgasm yet, bringing his strokes up against a very specific portion of her inner walls, feeling her legs for a very delicate, nervous reaction, almost a sort of spasm that accompanied a couple other indicators of Lysha’s point.

He looked closely for her unconscious movements, an increasing redness around her cheeks and breasts, any additional salivation, and last but not least her own direction towards the third most pleasureful treatment he’d ever given to a woman.

After thrusting again and again, he finally felt himself reaching her. The very thought of her reaction to a pleasure so much more intense than what she’d felt so far aroused him. There was no doubt that the only thing that equaled his love for this charming, innocent beauty was his lust for her.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen drifted in her latest bliss in that dreamy post orgasmic state for a few moments as Chard continued to plunder her intimate depths. Slowly, her attention returned to the moment as she began to feel yet another peak building up from within her. The sensations were so delicious, slowly climbing to a whole new height of pleasure. She looked back over her shoulder at him, her eyes narrowing in that smoldering lusty way that only finds expression on the face of a well fucked woman.

She noted the little details of him in this moment: the sweat shining in little beads of moisture on his dark skin, set off by the light of their campfire, the way his tongue protruded slightly with the intensity of his concentration on his efforts to please her, the tight grip of his ebony fingers on the pale soft flesh of her thigh and hip as he pulled her bodily onto his length. All of these details branded the scene into her memory for recall in future lonely nights; fond memories of her first time, when she would touch herself in her secret places, longing for his touch instead.

But that would be the future. This was now. In this moment of ‘now’, she gave a start, a little jerk as her body tensed just as he hit a certain place within her. It was raw and powerful, direct stimulation of a very intense pleasure center. Almost involuntarily, her thighs fluttered in a rapid momentary muscle spasm. She turned her upper body, mid way along her torso, so that she was mostly on her stomach, one arm reached far above her head, grasping at the early spring grasses captured in her fist. The other arm bent up beside her, clutching the ground, fingers curling in the dirt reflexively. Her cheek lay resting on her outstretched arm, and she bit her own bicep as she moaned loudly with this new stimulation. The moan was low pitched, throaty, turning into a growl of lust before it faded.

She could feel her cheeks, shoulders, and chest flushing hotly; so much that she had to glance over to make sure she hadn’t rolled too close to the fire. But this fever came from within, and it was raging! She licked her lips repeatedly, not to keep them wet, but to keep from drooling with her heavy panting. She felt like Chard was turning her into some sort of animal, driven only by the madness of lust. Yet still she felt him sliding into her, his length spearing her, impaling her without mercy or pause, and each time hitting that new wonderful place inside her. It was that stoking of her heat that made the fever rise to an ever higher pitch, threatening to overwhelm her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, her body showed her she could, and she did!

It seemed she was lost in this feeling forever, but in truth it wasn’t long before she burst into her new summit of passion. She cried out, loudly, a guttural groan, not even coherent words. Her outstretched fingers raked back through the dirt, tearing up new grass shoots and leaving furrows like the claw marks of some wild beast! When both hands came up under her again, she raised herself upwards, pushing back onto him even as Chard slid his entire length deep into her in this new position, no longer needing to bridge the gap between their bodies. Groin to groin they were melded together, hot hard raging penetration coupled to wet, steamy, yielding depth, flesh within flesh, souls intermingling in that most magic of moments.

Her thigh stiffened with her newest climax, and she couldn’t help kicking out behind her in spasmodic reflex, nearly knocking Chard backwards until he let her go. She ended on her knees, but only for a moment before she fell forward. Her cunt clenched on him so tightly that Chard was left with little choice but to follow her down, his length spearing into her that much more when his body weight landed on her from behind, atop her.

Again and again she clenched on him, painfully tight. It stopped his attempts to pull out for a new stroke, not letting go of him. He was so close to his own finish, but could scarcely manage to move at all within her. Both of their bodies were rocking in rhythm, but his length was held within her, no longer able to slide in or out of that slick heat. But it was unnecessary, for nature had equipped her with the means internally to milk his seed from him, all by her own uncontrolled, animal spasms!

Deep within, she felt at last the hot scalding splash of Chard’s seed with each pulse of his cock, and her own slick vaginal walls answered in kind, squeezing him, urging - no - demanding more of his essence to fill her. She threw her head back and gave voice to a full throated scream as she cried out her passion into the night! From far away, prowling beasts gave answer in their own primal ways.

 

[RPerMan]

Chard gazed deep into Brennisen’s satisfied eyes, glazed with an unspeakable lust, like an addict reaching the high that defines his existence. He could feel her reactions, her spasms her movements, as he thrusted ever closer to her impending orgasm. He smirked as he saw her twist to the ground, her luscious, animalistic moans rippling through the night air, as he thrusted his length into her scalding depths, pushing her beautiful, perfect body into the freshly dewed grass.

He moved aside in a split-second move to dodge her foot, taking it and twisting it so that she would finally be on her hands and knees, as Chard leaned over onto her, one hand holding a part of his weight off her, the other groping, squeezing and twisting carefully, his face leaning into her neck, whispering words so beautiful and carnal at once, his tongue flicking over her ear, as he had done earlier. Her cunt continued to squeeze his monstrous member, her uncontrolled moans leaving her saliva to drip from her mouth, falling onto the grass and her own, magnificent breasts. Chard carried a bead of it to his mouth, licking his lips.

“You taste even better than before…” He whispered, his swollen member flickering at the edge of orgasm.

He continued to rock into her, his body slowly welding itself to hers, his cock gripped tightly by her sopping orifice, as he released a low, guttural groan, as his seed poured into Brennisen, his long black shaft pouring shot after shot of his thick white liquids, filling her entirety, beads of his ejaculation stemming around the edge of her hole, slowly starting to trickle out, as Chard’s massive orgasm began to fade, Brennisen’s body instinctively trying to salvage more of his essence than she could carry as her cries echoed to the wolves’, her hole’s grip releasing slowly as Chard slipped out, panting, two last shots of his sperm splashed onto her backside and lower back, rolling onto his back and pulling Brennisen onto him, her full firm, large breasts squishing softly against his muscled chest.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth, savoring her taste, communing with her very being.

“Brennisen… How many nights are there supposed to be to this voyage?”

(Sorry for giving you so little to work with...)

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen sighed happily, her heavy panting slowly reducing back to normal satisfied breathing as Chard held her to his body, kissing her. She had no idea it could be like this, and if the sex had been great, this cuddling was a pleasure of its own kind, one that she hoped wouldn't end.

She thought she could go to sleep right here in his arms, pleasantly worn out from the vigorous bout of lovemaking. She couldn't seem to get the smile off her face. That is until Chard's innocent question caused it to fade. She sat up then, easing off of him, hesitating to answer. Why did he have to remind her? For the last half hour or so, they had been in a timeless place of ecstasy, just the two of them in a world of their own making, where a light elf and a dark elf could be together as lovers, and not care for the world around them trying to make them anything else.

She knew he didn't mean it like that though. She knew deep down that he was suggesting they could do this every night, and nothing would make her more happy than that, truth be told. But it was just the reminder to her of what she was supposed to be doing with him, how he was supposed to be her captive, and how she was supposed to be treating him like a dangerous enemy, not a lover who had shown her the tender ways of pleasure she had never known before. She sat up, silent, thinking about her mission and whether she could continue it, wondering if this would change things. Of course it would! Why did their people have to be enemies anyhow?

A tear welled up and spilled over her eyelid, down her cheek, caught in the light of the fire. She felt Chard get up behind her and pull her body back against his chest. As she surrendered to his urging and lay back in his arms, she snatched up one of the blankets from a nearby bedroll, and helped him arrange it around both of them, leaning her head back upon his shoulder and letting him comfort her. She knew he was waiting for her answer, but she almost couldn't bring herself to say it. The very idea that their time together was limited, and the reason why it was, was enough to make her so very sad, even in the face of the happiness he had shown her this night.

At last, she managed to answer, her voice breaking into a sob as she turned her face into his chest, kissing him, seeking solace against his dark skin. "Five more days and nights, Chard. We have only five, until we will be at the city of Randalee. In truth, we have perhaps four until we will begin to encounter the outlying farms, communes, and maybe an inn or tavern. But I dare not stop at any of those places with you. They will not be welcoming to your kind. I wish it were not that way. I wish we had more time to be alone together. I wish I didn't have to take you back at all." Her last comment brought on her tears in force as she cried openly, somewhat surprised that she felt such regret at the notion of having to be separated from Chard eventually.

 

[RPerMan]

Chard could feel her reasoning is his mind. He knew there was nothing to do. He simply held her against him, letting the warmth of their naked body keep each other warm, brining more heat to the dying embers of their earlier passion. He held her against him, the sexual traits that had rotten his youth and her life, up until now, part of that quiet, silent understanding. As another tear trickled down Brennisen’s face, Chard took a little distance to look into her eyes, red from the tears, and licked over it, going all the way up to her eye, without quite touching it, yet somehow, wiping away the tear completely, demonstrating the skill of his tongue in a situation as emotional as the previous one was erotic. The salty taste of her tears, as opposed to his species, which cried literally sweet or bitter tears, shot a painful thought through his mind, indicating the chasm between their discriminative species.

He held her close, whispering reassuring words in her ear, rubbing her slowly and tenderly, with all the love she desired. He peppered her neck and ears with kisses as slow and delicate as flower petals falling from a tree. When she went seeking after his lips, he offered them without question. He knew he had pressed onto her with the wrong question. He had nothing but regret and apologies, that couldn’t compensate. He let their lips weld to one another, wishing they could stay as they were forever. He wiped her tears with his finger, placed it between their faces. Encouraged her to lick them off together. They would bear this obstacle together.

"Five more days and nights, Chard. We have only five, until we will be at the city of Randalee. In truth, we have perhaps four until we will begin to encounter the outlying farms, communes, and maybe an inn or tavern. But I dare not stop at any of those places with you. They will not be welcoming to your kind. I wish it were not that way. I wish we had more time to be alone together. I wish I didn't have to take you back at all."

He let her bury her face in his neck, doing the same with hers. He let her tears stream down her cheek and over his scars, closing his eyes as her sobbing progressively dimmed, until he could once again take refuge within her lips, their tongues twisting around each other, as if through every expression of their emotions they needed each other.

He took a deep breath of the cold night air outside their cocoon of warmth, buried within the quilt. His eyes’ red-hot glow, seemed to intensify.

“Brennisen. The reason I was dealing weapons, was because I am member of one of the civil warbands. We've the perfect group to take over, and a visionary leader who already bears no ill-will to your kind and will open if heart further, once he knows about us.”

Chard breathed in deeply. He was afraid to say the other words. For the first time, in many, many years, a tear dripped out from one of Chard’s blazing eyes.

“I want us to join him. I know my people. We are kind. We are explicit. We are vulnerable to all emotions. A man once said ‘Carrion shall be a paradise when ash’ll sleep in the snow…’ In a sarcastic meaning, of course, but that man was once a visionary once a prophet. Our dead king. If we can… Show to the people that he was perhaps right, that the odds can be broken… Perhaps we can be accepted. Find some peace. And finally renew ties with the white world you descended from…”

His lips made his way along her lips. He wanted another taste of her touch, but knew they both needed sleep. After all, sleep is said to bear favour to thought. They both needed to think. About themselves. About the dream, the dreamer’s plan that was Chard’s. A plan that was fragile. That would never leave Brennisen’s life the same, ever again. One that, if executed, would leave the words Brennisen would say, leave the dreams he would dream that night, and leave the kiss they would share at dawn, marked inside him. Forever.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen turned her face into the comfort offered by Chard's warmth and strength. Soon her sobs subsided enough to get control of herself, and she became aware of how nice it felt to be held by him. At that moment, he was a man and a lover, not a dark elf, and not her prisoner. As he kissed her, passionate tongues entwining, he made her feel like a woman, not a Ranger or a duty bound soldier of Randalee.

After a moment of this bliss, Chard broke free of the kiss and began to speak in his low soothing voice. His first words intrigued her, and even scared her a little. What could he have to tell her that would make her react the way he thought, she wondered. She met the intensity of his gaze as he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing.

Chard's words left her stunned. He was part of a warband, one who apparently was well positioned to take over. If his leader was truly open to accepting peace with Randalee, it would be a boon to her Princess/Goddess' plans. But now Chard wanted her to go back with him to Carrian, to try to prove that some old prophecy could be true? He thought that his leader would accept them being together, that his people would accept her. Brennisen couldn't believe that he really knew what it would be like, but if what he said was true, then Chard could be even more important to her Princess than any other prisoner or refugee. He could be the key to opening negotiations with this new leader. For her to take him back to the Princess/Goddess could be one of the most important things she would ever do, for both her own people and the Dark Elves of Carrian.

But Chard wasn't intent on that. He wanted her to return to live with his people, to turn her back on her own kind! If she did that, she could never return home again. Her people would consider her a traitor. And what would the dark elves think of her, a token Randaleean in their midst? They might hate her, might try to kill her like her father was killed. Even if Chard could protect her from them, how could she live a life among them? She was a newly commissioned Ranger of Randalee, but that wouldn't count for anything among his people. She would be nothing to them but an enemy soldier.

Brennisen's mind swam with questions, but she didn't know which to ask first. The confusion in her eyes by the time Chard finished, waiting for her to answer, was clear to behold. She looked into Chard's eyes, noticing his tears as he spoke of how he wanted to take her back to Carrian with him. It was so much to take in! She shook her head slightly as she tried to find words that would not come to her to answer him. Several times she opened her mouth, as if to speak, but no words came out.

She could not sort all of this out at once; it was just too much for her. She was feeling very warm feelings about him, and he didn't seem like an enemy to her now. But she had her duty to perform.

Her silence dragged on for what must have seemed to Chard as an immeasurably long time. But at last she spoke. In a quiet voice, eyes down-turned, she answered, "Chard, I don't know what to think of all you've told me. I have so many questions, we could both be awake all night talking about them. How could I go back to Carrian with you; your people would kill me! Am I not an enemy to them? They would never accept me at your side."

She paused to take a deep breath of her own, her hand gently gliding over his bare chest. "You want to take me with you so we could be together. Being with you sounds so wonderful, I wish it could be that way. But there is so much we'd have to overcome, so much conflict between our people. To be truthful, I considered just letting you go instead of returning you to Randalee. You could just escape, in the night. They would say that I was a failure in my mission, but I would live with that shame, for you."


"If there really could be a way for us to be together, I'd like that. But I fear it is but a wonderful dream, my dark clocksmith." She tilted her head to look at him at last, offering a slightly sad little smile as she lay her head on his bare chest. "You are a gentle, wonderful dreamer, Chard. And nothing they told me about your kind is true. I know that now. But I don't see how I can leave my people, all I know, and never be able to return. I don't know how your people would accept me and you together."

"If I take you back with me, you will be sent to the refugee colony with the others from Carrian. Maybe you could convince some of them to go back, if your leader really would be the one to bring peace. Rebuild Carrian from all the destruction wrought by the feuding. And maybe the Princess/Goddess can make peace with your leader. Maybe then we could be together someday."

"But that is too much to think about tonight. Let us rest here, together. I want to be in your arms tonight. I don't want to face tomorrow's problems. They seem too big for someone like me. Maybe we'll move on tomorrow, or maybe we could spend a little more time together here. But from now on, we travel together as companions, not as guard or prisoner."

 

[RPerMan]

“Let’s sleep Isen. We’ll find time to think in the morning.” He said softly, giving one last flick of his tongue to her long, pointed ear before locking his lips with her, pressing his hot tongue into her mouth, playing a carnal game of cat and mouse with hers.

-

The sun was rising quietly over the other side of the cliff, still out of view for Chard and Brennisen, but daylight was spreading quickly, past the shrinking shadow of their camp.

Chard let his face bathe in the warm sliver of sun next to the river, before bringing back two buckets of water with him, using some to fill their water gourds, the rest in his cooking. He had prepared, along with some dried figs from Brennisen’s rations and some fruit he had found further away from their campsite, some grilled meat cooked with a sweet root growth, not unlike an onion, and was now using this cool water to complete the last step in making them a cold, fresh version of elfish tea.

He set it in a clean pail and draped a sheet over it to keep it warm at its ambient temperature, all while keeping the scent away from potential followers- there was more than one type of being with a fine nose in this world. He made his way back to there Brennisen was sleeping his mane of white silky hair billowing in a sudden gust of damp cold air- Despite the warmth of the early morning sun, grey clouds loomed over the horizon. He packed up all of their things, only leaving out some clothes, the sheet and bucket holding their breakfast and the bedding Brennisen was sleeping on, her soft porcelain skin exposed, contrasting against the dark drown of her leather boots against her legs. He walked up behind her, his length slapping between his legs, laid down next to her, nestling his thickness between her buttocks.

He woke her up slowly, kisses making their way up her neck, one hand on her pink, small sex another against her large round breasts. “Wake up Brennisen…” He whispered, his tongue flickering around her sensitive ears, his fingers rubbing her carnal lips softly.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen rose through the murky depths of consciousness almost to the surface of wakefulness. But there she paused to drift in that blissful dozing, savoring a few more minutes of warmth and comfort before facing the reality of the world. She was dimly aware of the small noises that Chard was making, preparing the camp for a new day, but her mind wove the sounds into her dreams, changing their meaning so they fit in that weird little way the mind has of blending dreams and reality.

Images came and went, drifting through, changing, morphing into new images, and changing still. She was running, being chased. Her mind told her it was the enemy chasing her through the forest. Her lungs burned with the panting breath she struggled to suck into her chest as she raced headlong through the brush and trees. They were nearly upon her and she risked a backward glance. They were The Enemy, but to her surprise, they were not dark elves as in previous dreams. They were like her, fair and blond, dressed in subdued greens and greys, flitting among the trees of the forest like birds through the skies. And they were after her. And they were angry. She knew they would be deadly if they caught her. She felt like a frightened doe fleeing the hunters.

Suddenly a rush of cool air on her skin became in her mind the icy grip of the lead pursuer just scraping down her spine. She shivered in response, certain she was caught and that this was the end for her. A small moan escaped her lips, and her body trembled, as much from the pent up anxiety as from the chill draft. She felt the arms of her pursuer wrap around her, and suddenly warmth enveloped her to replace the chill. The dream changed. She slipped free of her pursuer, jerking in her sleep in response to her mental struggle. She was falling, backwards into someone's grasp. Warm arms wrapped her, replacing those of the hunter, this time familiar, safe, gentle. Dark skin contrasted with her pale, touching, caressing, gently squeezing, holding her close. Soft kisses left little blazes of heat on her skin; kisses delivered by dark lips.

Dark skin? Dark lips? Yet not her pursuer, not the Enemy. Chard. Safety. Warmth. Gentle caring. Comfort. Her moan of desperation and fear became a sigh of relief and pleasure as he felt him touching her most intimate places. This was her Chard, her dark elf. He was holding her, keeping her safe and warm, loving her. Protecting her from her Enemies, the pale skinned hunters pursuing her. Her mind brought her to wakefulness at the thought, and deep in the recesses of her conscience, she was bothered by it. But tender kisses were building a heat within her, soft intimate touches sparking a flame.

Her body began to respond. She sighed softly, feeling the firming length of Chard's manhood between the swells of her bottom. She opened her thighs slightly and pressed herself back more firmly against him, allowing his thickness to slip between the soft skin of her upper thighs, and nestle against her sex. Her sigh of contentment accompanied her arm rising languidly, reaching back to trail fingers through Chard's silky white hair, pulling his lips in for her to kiss as she turned her head to smile at him. His hand on her breasts, teasing her rapidly hardening nipple, urged her to push her breast forward into his palm at the same time she pushed her hips backwards, eager to feel more of him between her legs.

“Wake up Brennisen.” His words, whispered in her ear as his hot tongue found the sensitive tips, made her moan and giggle. His fingers on her pussy was making her do other things; squirming, moving on him, giving delightful sensation to his hardening member between her thighs. She answered him in whispers of her own, "Mmmm, we don't have to go so soon, Chard. Make love to me again first.....please? Just like this, just.....hold me, and love me." To punctuate her words, she clenched her thighs tightly, squeezing him.

 

[RPerMan]

"Mmmm, we don't have to go so soon, Chard. Make love to me again first.....please? Just like this, just.....hold me, and love me."

Chard made no protest, as he grinded his ebony length against her wet, warm slit, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breasts, his other hand splitting her nether lips, coating them with her own fluids, quickly realizing that she was, if not tighter, as tight as the earlier evening. A smile curled over his lips as he thought that she was truly a sexual goddess. Nevertheless, he continued to prod at her opening, his fingertips soon soaked with fluids as he toyed at her clit and warm welcoming lips.

In one smooth movement he rolled her up and over him, her back lying against his stomach and chest, his length standing incredibly tall. He licked off the love juices from his fingers, enjoying their surprisingly sweet taste. He hadn’t exaggerated when he said that she was delicious. He let his opposite hand go down to her watery orifice, his other hand, still slick with love juices and saliva toying with her round, surprisingly pert, large breasts.

He brought his hand up to her mouth, his tongue licking around her ear, when he whispered to her softly: “Brennisen, taste yourself, why don’t you?” He asked, his tongue licking the sensitive tips of her ears again. “I swear that you’re delicious…” he said, as he felt her squirm, her scalding, soaking cunt riding along his length, as if only her hips had thoughts of riding him.

A couple minutes of this everlasting sensation of serenity lasted, still somewhere between post and pre-orgasmic pleasure, before Chard finally exposed his idea to fuck the life out of her.

“Well now… Isen, position yourself atop of me, as if you wanted to sit down on me, align yourself with me, and then start kneeling onto me. Then, you can control the penetration to your liking…” His fingers darted over her cunt in a simply magical pattern that gave a very warm, intense, quick pleasure, like the one in her first point.

“And then I can add to it, and control it… to your lusting.”

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen reveled in the feeling of Chard's stiffened length rubbing between her thighs as she came more fully to her wakefulness. She decided to was a wonderful way to awaken, and she planned to spend as many mornings as possible waking up this way. When he added his fingers to the mix of delightful sensations, she closed her eyes again, not in sleep, but in sheer enjoyment of the bliss she was feeling. She felt his slim fingers curling into her pussy, penetrating her, and her lips curled into a smile. Chard was insatiable, she thought, forgetting that she was the one who had encouraged him to do what he was doing. She couldn't know that his own thoughts were along remarkably similar lines.

Suddenly he grabbed her, holding tightly as he rolled her body up to lay full length along his. She let loose a yelp, and then a giggle, sure he was about to introduce her to another adventurous sexual experience. His hand withdrew, out of her field of vision, but she soon felt his other hand take it's place, and his marvelous length still slid between her legs, parting her nether lips. He moved to grasp her voluptuous breast, squeezing slightly, his fingers finding her nipple, making it stiffen, aching for his attention in the chill morning air.

She began to move on his shaft, sensuously raising and lowering her hips, causing his cock to slip and slide between her slickened pussy lips.

“Brennisen, taste yourself, why don’t you?”

She opened her eyes when his words registered in her mind, and found his fingers, slick coated with her own juices, just in front of her face.

“I swear that you’re delicious.”

Brennisen hesitated, wondering if her own fluids would taste foul. It seemed a strange thing to do, but Chard had assured her that she tasted good. Still she paused, but his tongue licking the tip of her ear made her shiver and decided the matter with the growing impulse of lust rising within her. She reached for his wrist, drawing it near enough to take his fingers into her mouth, rather than move her head and ear away from that delightfully teasing tongue. To her surprise, the love fluids coating his fingers actually tasted good to her! It wasn't quite as sweet as her imagination and Chard's words had led her to wonder, but it was slightly sweet, and not at all unpleasant. She greedily slurped all of her essence off his fingers, her tongue skating and twirling around and between his digits, her lips sucking them clean.

She lost herself in it, the act of seeming depravity, sucking the essence of her own sex from the fingers of one she only yesterday morn thought of as an enemy, even as his cock slid between the parted slickened lips of her pussy. And then his voice whispered even more sinful things into her ear. She listened intently a grin growing as the image of what he wanted her to do blossomed in her mind. She began to sit up to turn around just as his fingers danced over her sex, lightly touching all the right spots, making her squirm and moan out loud, pausing to get the full benefit of his touch before she sighed and continued to move into position. She stood and straddled his lap, then slowly began to squat lowering herself down to meet his shaft. She reached down with one hand, slender fingers grasping his penis, her other hand opening her flower, spreading her petals for the impending impalement.

She lowered herself a little more, now the heat of her making contact with his sensitive head, scalding him with her hot soft velvety sheath, slowly stretching open around his invading meat. She threw her head back in a gasp, sinking lower still, letting go of him and using her hand on his abdomen instead, to brace herself, and control her descent into this self sacrificial offering, spitting her flesh on his pole. Her eyes closed as she savored every sensation of each inch of him entering her inner sanctum.

She paused again to readjust her position, resting her body now on her knees, feet out behind her as she settled further on his lap, feeling him reaching deeper inside her. She wasn't sure if she could take much more of him, she felt extremely stretched and full, but she wanted to try. Looking down into his silvery eyes, she clenched her teeth, shuddering a little, and lowered herself still more, nearly settled on him completely now. Another shudder as she felt him hit something inside her, temporarily stopping any further penetration. Was this all she could do? Had she discovered her limit?

Looking into his face, she determined to take all of him, another inch or more to go. Leaning forward slightly, readjusting the angle of his penetration of her vulva, she strained slightly until with a popping feeling, something released inside her and she sunk the rest of the way onto his shaft, feeling her pubic arch press onto his. Her eyes opened wide with the sudden spiking within her, and her breath hissed in through clenched teeth.

"Oh gods, Chard! You're so huge! I feel like you're splitting me in two!" Small micro beads of perspiration were breaking out on her upper lip and between her breasts from the physical strain she was still getting used to. After a moment, she began to rise off of him again, moving slowly. She leaned forward enough to kiss him, waiting until he lifted up to meet her lips, then began to move slowly on his length, fucking him, small movements at first, but as she became accustomed, increasing the amount she rose off of him and then sunk back down, forcing him inside her again. She sat back up, resting her hands on his chest, allowing access for his fingers to her clit.

 

[RPerMan]

Chard let his large, dark hands rest against her smooth alluring, porcelain thighs, as she lowered her wet, soaking lips down onto his monstrous cock. He observed her carefully, as moans escaped her quivering lips, even as he simply poked her pink, burning opening. He watched with interest as she sank on one inch of him, two inches, then 4, quickly passing to 6 and 8 inches. He felt his head rubbing deep within her as she rearranged her angle and went deeper down onto him, much to his surprise. Sweat beaded, she breathed hard and panted, sweat glistening on the curves of her round full breasts as she took him in further yet. 10, 12 and finally… Just about 14 inches of his thick throbbing flesh was filling her up. It escaped Chard how, despite how full she was, how clenched he could feel her around him, there were points of pleasure inside her did not yet know how to reach.

"Oh gods, Chard! You're so huge! I feel like you're splitting me in two!"
Chard grinned as she barely breathed out those words, feeling the thrones of bliss hiding just behind them. Humans, with which he had had sexual escapades far more than once, seemed to hate, fear loathe and feel outright pain from his member. Others, who relished it, truly venerated his size. Chard had wondered if she would be more like a human than a Carrian, and for all he could see, she was not. Or he had been lucky.

Any coherent thought dissolved as she rose up on his monstrous, stone hard dick, leaning forward to claim his lips. He propped himself up on his elbows, feeling a slight shift in his lower area, knowing that he had, for all luck set his length into a strange ridge-like pleasure point he knew and loved. He needed a bit more inclination to truly rub against it, but advised to let Brennisen reach a plateau in her pleasure before reaching on to such shockingly intense pleasure. He let her full, naturally glossy lips rub against his own ebony face before pressing his tongue into her mouth, their warmth colliding, their saliva mixing, the very breath they breathed coming from one another’s lungs as their tongues explored the recluse of each others mouth, only breaking away as Brennisen sat back down onto chard, a thin line of saliva connecting their tongues as they pulled away.

Brennisen’s movements soon became feverish as she willingly impaled herself against his gargantuan extension, her hands placed against his chest like two white doves in the dead of night, her fingers raking along the smooth ridges of his musculature, her arms soon trembling from the sheer pleasure pulsing from her nether area.

Chard moved his right hand down to her opening, which had already spread her love juices all over his hips and which were starting to spread to the sheet below, slight squishing sounds emanating from the collision of their bodies when she stuck him into her depths. He rubbed her lips slowly his hand going up and down as she did, teasing her gently before flicking over her sensitive clit, feeling her shiver in response. He continually grew in his ardour, pushing her to a new high of pleasure, waiting until she accustomed herself to such a sensation before delivering the next.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen moaned almost piteously. It was so intense! The feeling of Chard's immense girth and length slipping inside of her made her wonder how her body could accommodate it. But her biology wasn't letting her down. She was producing a copious amount of wetness. It was soaking her sex, thighs, and most of Chard's lap, as well as the sheet beneath them. Her slickness was the only thing saving her from the pain that she felt now only as pleasure.

As if to ease herself, she leaned forward, lowering herself to rest on Chard's ebony chest, wrapping her arms around him, clinging tightly as if to brace herself against the incredible strain. The new position pressed her large breasts to his chest, mashing them, her nipples stiff and poking. Chard's fingers were stroking her pussy tenderly, as if in counterpoint to the hardness of his cock within her. His ministrations all gentle and caring on the outside, even as the merciless shaft drove into her depths, hard and unrelenting on the inside. She leaned down close and moaned in pleasure into his ear. "Chard, your touch is making me crazy! I've never felt the way you make me feel before!"

Her own movements matched the increasing pace of his soft stroking of her nether lips and clit. Each time his thumb lightly brushed across her sensitive bud, it almost seemed to rip the shivers of pleasure from her body. A slow building intense heat and pressure was growing within the pit of her core, and with each stroke of his cock in her velvety clasping tunnel, the feeling intensified. What was a heat was fast becoming a fiery swelling of lava, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before she would erupt.

She paused then, in her incredible ride, this feeling unlike she'd ever felt before. He was her first, though this wasn't the first time for them. It was the first time like this, impaled on him from above. The feelings were different in this position, an intensity that was slower to build but threatened to take her to greater heights than before.

She stopped all movement to savor the feeling of her incredible fullness, opening her eyes to look down into his. The moment their eyes met, an understanding passed between them, unspoken thoughts, realizations blossoming in her mind. She saw his features again as if for the first time: his dark chiseled jaw, his soft silky white hair, even the delicate wispy silvery eyebrows that arched above each eye. He was suddenly beautiful to her eyes, and she realized it then. Chard was not her enemy; he never was. He had not offered her any harm, had not offered her anything but care and concern for her feelings.

Her memories of her dream came back to her in an instant, and it deeply troubled her. He was not her enemy, but she was pursued by enemies nonetheless; enemies who wore her own skin. One enemy had caught her, had always been with her, slowly growing since she was a child, taught to hate by those she loved and trusted.

The dawning realization of what she faced in taking him back to Randalee clouded the moment of bliss, and she sought to escape it by plunging herself down on him suddenly, resuming her self imposed impalement as if to punish herself. It seemed as if she was trying to drive out of herself the enemy she saw within by the punishing pistoning of his hardened flesh sword, sheathing into her tender young body. The change in her was obvious. The look in her eyes changed as Chard watched, her brow furrowed with intensity as she drove herself harder onto him, becoming rough in a way that her lubrication slickened body was not prepared to take. She was trying to make it hurt; trying to exorcise the bigotry and prejudice from her body through this physical ordeal, as sweet and torturously pleasurable as it was. She was driven, a woman possessed with need; a need for redemption.

 

[RPerMan]

Chard arched his back, angling himself within her ever so delicately. Soon, he would push on to the 3rd point- He knew he wouldn’t reach the fourth, as each of the spots he aimed to touch involved him reaching into her hottest, tightest slick depths, as he knew no other position to reach them. Brennisen draped her body over him, moaning into his ear as her plushy breasts smothered his chest, her hard, aroused nipples drawing little ticklish patterns across the smooth planes of his chest, as her smoldering body rocked against him, her breath coming in deeper, harder and slower as pleasure welled up inside her.

"Chard, your touch is making me crazy! I've never felt the way you make me feel before!"“And I’ll make you feel like this is nothing.” He whispered to her ear flicking it with his tongue before she raised back up to take in more of him, her breasts shaking wildly throwing droplets of both their sweat, the first rays of daylight illuminating her figure, shiningoff her sweat as if her entire body had been oiled.

When she paused, her thoughts rushed through his head. He could feel a mental link building between them, as there was between all of his people. Soon she would be able to feel about the inner workings of his soul as well.

He felt her regret, her understanding, her ambitions of well-doing driving her to an even greater disappointment within her. He saw a younger version of him within her tortured mind, returning to that day, for just a moment.

---

Rain poured heavily in the streets of Carrion. Chard was laying in a corner, blood seeping from his back, another wound that would join his collection. His leader to be swatted his weapon from his hands with a blade of his own.

“Little man, you’re strong, oh so strong, but so much weaker than me… Why pick a fight with me?”

“I need someone to kill me. I know you have it in you.”

A deep throaty laugh erupted from the warlord. “Me? Kill you? Now why would I do that?” He scoffed, mockery veiling the concern in his voice.

“I’ve wronged the people around me. I need redemption. An eye for an eye. A life for a life.” He spat out defiantly.

Another laugh.

“I like you. I’m sure you’ll do fine along my men. And I’m sure you’ll be willing to join me after I share this little secret…. There are two ways to redeem one’s self after hurting another. You can either hurt yourself… or soothe the people you’ve hurt. Even just a little…”

---

Return to the cliff, Randalee far away, just below the horizon. Light illuminating Brennisen’s body. So much regret within her.

Brennisen was beginning to feel pain as she impaled herself on him much more roughly, but only because Chard’s daydream had stopped him from pursuing the efforts nessecary to guide his length in and out of her. He layed his hands against her thighs, sloweing her down to a stop, as she lied onto him. “Brennisen. Hurting yourself is pointless. Rather than that, soothe those around you. Even just a little.”

He looked into her eyes, windows to a beautiful, yet tortured soul.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

It was his touch more than anything that broke through her torment, unexplained feelings she felt the need to purge, yet hadn't fully realized in her own mind quite yet, as if concepts had not yet blossomed into comprehensive thoughts. It was instinctual, this self flagellation attempt, albeit via sexual means. But his gentle touch drew her attention, drew her out of the miasma of her troubled thoughts, so that his soft voice could reach her.

“Brennisen, hurting yourself is pointless. Rather than that, soothe those around you, even just a little.”

She slowed her self punishment, and finally stopped her movements altogether, listening to his words, considering them. She saw the care and affection in his eyes, even as hers registered her surprise and astonishment that he seemed to know her so well, as if he could know her very thoughts even before she, herself, fully understood them. As she gazed into those silver-grey eyes, full of understanding and kindness, sympathy and genuine affection for her, a new, more powerful emotion welled up within her. It replaced the feelings of self reproach, pushed them out, as if in its fullness, it could leave no room for less nobler feelings. Brennisen choked a gasping sob as tears filled her eyes, blurring the vision of the man she now realized she was beginning to have feelings for.

She collapsed forward onto Chard's chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck as her tears came freely, hot and salty, dropping onto his dark skin, and sliding down his shoulder to blend with the mixed perspiration of their lovemaking. Brennisen's whole body racked with tortured, heaving sobs as her emotions overwhelmed her. If she had been asked to put into words what she was feeling, what she was thinking, why she was weeping, she could not have done so. It was too much!

Long moments passed as Chard just held her, soothing her with his touch, letting her get it all out. When at last her sobs left her breathless, shaken, and spent, she lifted up to look at him again, still impaled on his manhood. "Chard, I.....I'm sorry! I-I don't know w-why I..... I've treated you badly. I'm so very sorry for that. I was wrong; we all were wrong! So many years, so much hate, so many misunderstandings! What a waste!"

In her heart, Brennisen felt the weight of regret of a young lifetime of harboring ill feelings towards people she had never even met, all because she had been taught to believe they were cruel and malicious. She had been told that the dark elves had tortured and killed her father, had beaten and tortured her uncle nearly to death. Whether it was true or not didn't matter now. It had not happened to her, and she had no proof other than what others had told her. Now she had come to know Chard, and she had experienced his tenderness, his concern for her, his caring, and the gentle way that he treated her. She could not believe him capable of the cruelty that her father and uncle was said to have suffered.

She knew that Chard was not the whole of his race. Maybe he wasn't even typical. But she certainly couldn't blame him for what others may or may not have done. And with a dawning realization, she knew something had to change....right now, right here, beginning with her and Chard.

Her bottom lip trembled slightly. She leaned down to whisper in his ear, "I want to make love to you, Chard. You showed me how to have sex last night, and it was great! I loved what you did to me, how you made me feel. And I love how this feels too. But I want you to show me how it would feel if you....if we were....." She was unsure how to say what she wanted. Would it be too soon? Would it make her sound foolish and naive? Was it even possible? Could she really be feeling this way about him? Brennisen had no answers, but she hoped that somehow, Chard would know. He seemed to know her so well. He had seemed to know what she was thinking before. 'Maybe he knows now', she thought. She gave up trying to explain, biting her bottom lip. Slowly she began to move on him again, a slow, sensuous rising and falling, gentle and tender this time, not trying to hurt, but to heal.

Kissing his neck with a growing passion, she paused to whisper in his ear, hot puffs of her breath tickling his silky wisps of hair. "All my life, too many people have tried to teach me to hate. Will you teach me how to make love, Chard? Will you show me what you do with the ones you....love? Could you pretend that I am someone like that?"

 

[RPerMan]

"All my life, too many people have tried to teach me to hate. Will you teach me how to make love, Chard? Will you show me what you do with the ones you....love? Could you pretend that I am someone like that?"

Chard took Brennisen’s chin gently, bringing her mouth up to his, pressing his tongue into the warm depths of her mouth, letting their bodies mingle as the movement’s of Brennisen’s hips accelerated, quickly returning to the plateau of pleasure she had reached earlier.

“Brennisen… I can’t pretend that I love you… But only because it is real…” He whispered upon breaking the kiss, his hands and his movements of his hips, as short as they were, lying on the ground, accentuating the pleasure, the same incredible amounts of wetness seeping from her, not to protect her from pain, but to accentuate her pleasure.

Chard breathed in, preparing himself for what would happen next, immortalizing the sight in his mind.

Brennisen’s golden blond hair bouncing about wildly in the air, her eyes shut, lips barely parted as moans of incomparable pleasure blossomed in her lungs, her large, pert breasts jiggling wildly, the contrast of her white hands, softly laying against the hard, ebony surface of his chiselled abs, her soaking, pink gash and the fluids it was releasing all over his stone hard, immense member.

Slowly but efficiently, he found his way to her 3rd pleasure point, ready to move the distance separating his throbbing erection to the source of her pleasure-to-be.

“Brennisen… I love you.” He said softly as he moved just a tad, slipping into the small, undefined space of the narcotic point.

It was named such because of the amount of natural drugs and hormones it made the body release, usually enough to dull the pain of the loos of a virginity or so on… But for Chard and his immense cock, it meant otherwise. It meant he could make her release enough chemicals to be utterly and completely consumed by herself. A slow tingling, tickling shockwave would form itself at the base of her back, making it way thoughout her body, lingering, making each touch an experience to remember. The simple billowing of her hair became a soft, blissful experience, enveloping her with sensation.

And so it was easy to assume that Chard’s immense cock, stroking that point over and over, (it was customary to only rub against it once and then change positions,) his hands reaching to grab her soft, heavy breasts playing with her rigid nipples as he gave everything he had to her, striving for nothing but her orgasm.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen nearly held her breath as she awaited Chard's answer. When it finally came, her heart sank at first. He said he couldn't pretend to love her. For that instant, she was crestfallen. Was Chard as bad as her own people? Were his people no different in their prejudice? But then he finished his answer, and her spirit exalted with joy. Her face lit up with a smile, beaming brightly. Chard said he loved her! She felt like something had burst open inside, flooding her with happiness!

She began to move again on his massive cock, still buried in her up to the hilt. Her movements were slower than before, no longer trying to punish herself by causing herself pain. But they were sure and steady, and gradually increasing in pace and in the depth to which she would lift herself off him and then sink back again, making the delightful friction of his member within her increase her pleasure exponentially with each lengthened stroke. She was fast approaching a plateau of ecstasy.

Brennisen arched her back, thrusting her breasts outward and canting her hips to receive Chard's large shaft in the perfect angle to maximize her bliss. It was better than she had ever felt before. Her hair tossed back, haloing her head in golden tresses. Her blue eyes closed and her mouth opened in a moan of sheer bliss. She leaned forward, hips bucking on Chard's member, her hands resting lightly on his chest. His declaration of his love for her brought her full attention back to him. Her clear blue eyes locked on his as her smile brightened, forming the kind of vision that would be forever seared into Chard's memories. It was the look of a woman in love, making love, and being loved.

But it only lasted a moment. Chard's slight shift in position brought his cock to bear on a certain pressure point within her, and her reaction was immediate. Brennisen's eyes widened as she felt it begin; that indescribable sensation that made her jaw drop open. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head as she stiffened and arched her back again. Her movements on him had stopped, locking her pelvis in place for the internal stimulation he was providing. It was unlike anything she had felt before, and her body quivered and quaked. Suspended on the brink for a long moment, her mouth worked in silent gasps and moans. Her red lips formed an oval, but no sound emerged as she seemed to hang on the edge of her climax.

And then she fell. Her slender athletic body convulsed hard, spasming on Chard's huge cock, again and again as her orgasm cascaded over her. But unlike the night before, it didn't subside afterwards. Instead, she was swept into another immediately, and then another still! Her body shook and trembled with the intensity, and her vocalizations were reduced to kitten like whimpers and giggles of intense joy as she came and came, over and over! Her tightly clasping vaginal tunnel was squeezing and milking Chard's cock within her. She screamed out, finally finding her voice. But her cry was incoherent, nothing more than guttural lust inspired sounds that were like music to the ears.

It seemed like every nerve ending in her body had come alive, firing off pleasure signals to her overloaded brain. She collapsed forward onto Chard's chest, limp and quaking with continued orgasms. Every touch, every stimulus seemed to feed the unending bliss that had control of her body and mind. The touch of Chard's hands, softly stroking her skin, the feel of her own hair cascading around her, the gentle morning breeze flowing across her nudity, the firm surface of Chard's muscular chest under her, and most of all, the short thrusts and twitches of his massive cock inside her; all combined to send her into peak after peak, until she could do nothing more than shiver and quake on him.

Her body, already covered in a sheen of perspiration from her earlier vigorous efforts to punish herself, was now using up what hydration she had left rapidly between her copious lubricating cum, her sex-tinged sweat, and tears of joy. Her mouth was dry, gasping and panting to catch her breath as yet another orgasm racked her slender body. She had no strength to lift herself again; all she could do was lie in Chard's gentle embrace, shaking and trembling in utter, total pleasure unlike anything she had felt before. He had reduced her to a shivering, incoherently moaning mass of elvish girl flesh wrapped around his massive member.


(Like this.)

 

[RPerMan]

Chard watched Brennisen as her mouth wrenched around in delight, her insides gripping his massive cock more tightly than ever before, heating up, her smouldering orifice irradiating what seemed to be pure pleasure into him. Her shaking body sent enticing jiggles though her pert breasts, her soft pussy lips seemingly tense, awaiting a new stimulus.

Then she dropped back onto him, impaling herself again, orgasms racking through her as she mewled and wriggled on Chard’s thick member, her soaking wetness practically flowing out of her as she began to squirt weakly, her pleasure taking over, screams of joy and utter pleasure echoing in the morning air. Chard slowly generated movement in his hips, pushing in and out of her with short concise strokes, his teeth clenched beneath his lips, sweat beading over his muscled body, every fiber of his body aching for more of her tender flesh.

As her body continued draining itself from her fluids, every sounds of their lovemaking echoed of wet slaps and gushes. Be it at the intersection of his flesh penetrating her, echoing with a splash of juices with each powerful, yet short thrusts, Brennisen’s breasts squishing against her lover’s ebony chest, her stiff nipples prodding him, the slick slap of chard’s hands grabbing her firm backside as he moved her up and down, deeper on his huge member… All but their coarse breath.

Brennisen’s face, a representation of pure orgasmic pleasure, was slick with shining sweat in the morning air. The small bit of hydration in her mouth dripped out as saliva as the intense pleasure dulled her thoughts. He delicately seized her chin raiding her lips for a passionate kiss. It was as if they became one, like the two gained the ability to share pleasure, though, emotion- and perhaps some hydration.

Chard groaned as the pleasure mounted inside his body. He had little more time to go before he finished. He would finish by delivering her even more yet.

“Isen… I’m almost… Done. … If you can… Summon the strength to do so… Let’s finish this nicely.” He breathed out between his teeth, cutting his sentence to lat the occasional groan escape.

His strong hands raised her back up to a vertical position as he started pumping his hips furiously, the sheer strength of his thrusts sufficing to send her up to the tip of his member, letting a mix of his muscular arms and the very power of gravity to impale her on his meat over and over again.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen let Chard's strong arms lift her back up. She loved kissing him; she could have done it all day. But for as much pleasure as Chard was giving her, she wanted to return it in kind. She felt the fatigue of her body's exertions coming on, when she could feel something in between the intense bursts of pleasure still blossoming inside her core. Letting out a moan as yet another peak crested over her in waves, she propped herself up using her hands on Chard's muscular chest as he drove into her, thrusting vigorously.

Her cries grew louder and her eyes rolled back along with her head, turning her face to the morning sky in ecstasy. With a concentrated effort, she focused all her remaining energies into controlling the internal muscles of her sex, squeezing Chard's member with each inward thrust. Her vaginal tunnel clasped and clung to his shaft on the out ward strokes. She knew by his breathing that he could not last much longer. Any moment now, Chard would fill her with his seed.

A sudden thought came to her mind: would Chard's seed take root in her? Would he fill her belly with a baby? Brennisen wasn't even sure that his people and hers were compatible. There had never been any stories or rumors of such a child, nor such a union. She wondered if it was because the two races simply didn't mix as a matter of course, or were they biologically different? Had there ever been another coupling between two like she and Chard?

She recalled tales of terror about the cruel treatment that was said to be perpetrated on anyone unlucky enough to be captured by dark elves. It was said that any captives would be tortured and killed. She wondered if there had ever been a female prisoner among the dark elves. If so, had she been raped and used by them? Would such a union produce a child? Or would the unfortunate woman later be killed to prevent such a thing. Looking down at Chard now beneath her, making love to her, giving her so much pleasure, Brennisen could not believe such stories of him, surely. And if he was truly representative of his people, they must not be so bad at all.

A new thought occurred to her, one she was horrified to consider. She knew that patrols of soldiers and Rangers had been coming into contact with bands of refugees from the strife in Chard's homeland. Sometimes they encountered armed bands, and fought them. It was entirely possible that some of her own people might capture or find a dark elf woman or girl in these encounters. She wondered what sort of treatment a woman of Chard's people could expect at the hands of her fellow Rangers, or common soldiers. She shivered at the lurid scenes she found all too easy to imagine.

Chard's words broke through her reverie as he started to thrust into her body more forcefully. She wondered if he was just more excited because he was so close, or could he somehow sense the dark turn her thoughts had taken. His thrusts were forcing the air out of her in short little gasps, guttural cries of sheer bliss as she rocketed towards yet another climax. She found herself hoping that Chard would spill his essence inside her at the same moment that she came, and idly she wondered what a child of such a union as her and Chard would look like.

Letting her blue eyes lock with his silvery ones, she moaned lustfully, "Oh Chard! I'm so close to cumming again! Please hurry! Fill me with your seed!"

 

[RPerMan]

Chard lost himself in his own reverie, looking up at her angelic face as her bliss peaked over and over again, her soft lips opening into a choir of orgasmic moans, mewls and whines. Her golden locks danced in the light, her large breasts, squeezed together by her arms, what with her small, fragile hands laying against his smooth ebony abdominals. Her gushing, wet slit sliding up and down his flesh sword with wet sounds, small splashes of her accumulated juices gleaming in the air.

He breathed in sharply, pleasure welling up inside him, catching a glimpse of a dark thought from Brennisen as he rocked his hips faster and faster. He scanned her thoughts, feeling nothing but bliss… And a question…

Would a child result of their union?

Chard didn’t believe so… Not yet. He had witnessed a few prisoners before, and ahd noticed that the ones that had been in contact with the Carrians the most had developed the psychological link that united most of their kind… And had started ageing at the same speed as well. Almost as if they could take on traits of the drows by simply remaining near them… he never knew if it was the food, the air, the water or an effect of his people, but… He believed that they could change to a certain extent, enough to coexist perfectly in close society. Only once that would happen, once she would be able to feel a mental connection to the Carrians, that she aged as slowly as them, could she be impregnated, and survive the gestation period- of over 70 years.

Amidst his logical though, two eyes peered into his. He saw a petite little girl. Her lavender skin was as immaculate as her snow coloured hair. a content smile was spread wide over her face, showing rather prominent canines. As she brushed her hair away, he saw two ears that pointed straight back… and two eyes, aglow of a purple light that faded into two, blue eyes.

He recalled Brennisen’s eyes as she screamed out in orgasm once again. He returned to his senses, feeling the intense pleasure that had continued to well up inside him during his daydream flood his mind.

"Oh Chard! I'm so close to cumming again! Please hurry! Fill me with your seed!"

He clenched his teeth as he continued ramming into her, feeling her tighten up for one more orgasm. The heat of her velvety, wet tunnel got the best of him as he pulled her down onto him sitting up to hold her as their bodies were simultaneously struck by orgasm.

Chard’s orgasm, however, was far more powerful than the previous one. He buried himself into a passionate kiss to drown out groans as he shot a phenomenal quantity of sperm into Brennisen’s lithe body.

He broke the kiss, simply holding onto his buxom lover as his excess essence made its way out of her in the lubricated fissure between her orifice and his slowly softening member. At loss of things to say, he simply held onto her until she spoke.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen was being swept along in a raging flood towards orgasm, but it was a flood of her own juices, along with Chard's steadily seeping precum. It was as if her body was rushing forward towards an inevitable peak, carrying her along, unable to slow or stop it from happening if she tried. With each filling thrust of Chard's length inside her, she was pushed closer to the edge of that peak.

Suddenly he rose up, capturing her in his arms, holding her tightly as his lips took her mouth forcefully even as his cock claimed her sex. She cried out in a hissed scream, her teeth clenched as she fell over that precipice, driven beyond the edge by the feeling of Chard erupting within her again and again. She could only tremble and quake in his arms, whimpering little moans emitting from her throat into his kiss as she came with him. Her clasping tunnel clutched at his member, milking even more of his semen from his plundering shaft.

For a short eternity, she basked in his embrace as he filled her, clinging to his ebony body, her breasts crushed between their bodies. As the intensity of the climax passed and slowly subsided, she could feel his member relaxing, allowing some of their mixed fluids to escape their coupling. As her breathing returned to normal, she whispered in his dark ear, "I've never felt this way before, Chard. I think you've worn me out!"

She rested on him a moment or two longer as thoughts raced through her mind. She wasn't sure how she was feeling about him now. Clearly he was no enemy to her. He had even said he loved her! And it had made her won heart sing out with joy! She hadn't anticipated that. With how it had made her feel, she had to question how she was feeling about him. Her brow furrowed with her troubled thoughts.

Looking around the campsite, all their gear packed except the bedding they lay upon and the cooking utensils with their breakfast waiting, she realized that Chard could have left as she lay sleeping. He could have gotten away and returned to his people. Had he stayed because of her? Was he still here because he wanted to be with her more than he wanted his freedom?

Her eyes returned to his, studying his face. He was a handsome man, even for one not of her own race. He was a bit older than she, but not all that much. And for the first time, she saw him as a kindred soul, a lover, not an enemy, though she had stopped thinking of him that way at some point before. She wasn't even exactly sure when. Slowly she gathered her strength, unstable on her shaky legs, and extricated herself from his embrace. Rising to stand, she looked down on him, his body glistening with the sweat of their mutual exertions, his softening member slick with their mutual spendings. He was just a man, all in all. Just a Drow man. So why did she feel so possessive of him, protective of him? Why did she imagine him as being her man?

Confused, she turned away, trying to hide her growing blush. She stooped to reach for her clothing, her sex peeking out from between the apex of her thighs, still swollen and inflamed from the vigorous use she had been put to. She changed her mind, glancing at the creek, then back at Chard. She turned to him, still nude, and offered a slender hand to pull him to his feet. "Let us bathe and refresh ourselves, Chard. Then we'll eat."

Still holding his hand, smiling shyly as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes, she led him to the stream, wading out into the cool water before squatting down. It was deep enough to come to her waist in the center. The sandy bottom felt good under her toes. Quietly introspective, she released Chard's hand and began her ablutions. Her body seemed peaceful, and gave no hint at the torrent of thoughts inundating her mind.

She was troubled by thoughts of the duty she had been assigned. She wondered if it was the right thing to do. She knew that the other dark elves who had been brought back to Randalee had not had an easy time of it. Despite her princess's radical new ideas about how they should be treated, most of her kindred still despised and hated the Drow. Even if he were relocated to the new refugee settlement, she knew that Chard would have a difficult life there. Although they were not being treated exactly like prisoners, they weren't free to come and go as they pleased, since the camp was located within the borders of the kingdom. He would never be happy there, and she wouldn't be allowed to stay with him.

Somehow she knew what she had to do. She just wasn't sure how she would live with it afterwards.

 

[RPerMan]

"I've never felt this way before, Chard. I think you've worn me out!"

He looked into her satisfied eyes with a lustful glaze. He could feel a mix of their juices, mostly of his own, flow out and onto his crotch and legs, coating him with the warm, sticky essence of his cock, which, even soft, continued to rest within her in places a man of her species couldn’t reach. He looked into her eyes, watching as a stream of questions flowed through the sex-induced haze of her mind. It was no longer dawn, but truly morning now. He let her pull herself off of his meat spear, wondering just how much her sexual mind had changed. He could feel her stare into lengthy manhood, though unconsciously. She was obviously in deep thought. Yet chard could not access those thoughts.

She didn’t control her mind yet, but she was quickly gaining the attributes of a Carrian. It was frequent that, when one’s mate was dirtied by the fluids of lovemaking, that one should clean it away with their mouth, then let their partner bathe. It was an enjoyable process for both parties, in general, yet Chard had grown to not expect it. Being in Randal territory was no pleasure cruise when you were a Drow- Despite that they still took time to satisfy one another, neither he, neither the women nor the men that composed his company were attached to that time-consuming ritual.

Breaking free from his muddled thoughts, he realized that he was staring at her swollen sex, and the round shape of her backside. She turned around and offered her hand which he gratefully took, getting up onto his feet swiftly.

"Let us bathe and refresh ourselves, Chard. Then we'll eat."

He thought that was a nice idea. He let her walk them down to the stream, enjoying the soft warmth in his hand and the gentle bouncing of those breasts that he simply couldn’t get enough of. He could feel the life around him when he entered the water as when he did earlier. Subtly, though undeniably wildlife seemed to cling more to their little brook.

He let her move away into the pool, letting the current clean her of the sticky juices that had dried on her. And if the current wasn’t enough, he’d give it a rub, he mused to himself. As for him the flow of morning water cleaned him quite well, requiring almost nothing from him. Neither cold nor warm, the water carried away their secretions and cooled down his steaming boy temperature.

Ready to go get dressed, he walked up to Brennisen to tell her, and felt her conflicted mind at work, almost physically. It was like the feeling of trying to push two magnets together. He walked up closer, wrapping his arms around her waist gently, his length cupped by her buttocks as he gently licked the tip of her ear.

“A penny for your thoughts?” he asked in a whisper, one hand cupping her sex, the other covering her breasts, almost as a censor.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

She washed herself, allowing the tepid water from the stream to soothe her swollen mound. The morning was peaceful, and she wished everything could be that way. Through her reverie, she heard Chard moving up behind her in the stream, unhurried, at ease in the peaceful stillness of this place. Despite the uneasiness in her mind over the decision she knew she would have to make, her body was at ease, feeling that same peacefulness. Satisfied in a way she had never been before.

She felt Chard's arms wrap around her waist, his member still impressive even now, slipping into place along the cleft of her backside. She leaned back into his chest, content to be held by him. His tongue on her ear still brought a shiver from her, even after the intense sensations they has both just experienced. A slight smile curled her lips as his hands moved over her body, naturally taking possession of her most intimate parts. Somehow, it just felt right.

“A penny for your thoughts?” he asked in a whisper.

His words broke into her thoughts, returning them to the dilemma she faced. She sighed heavily. What she was about to say would change her life. Was she ready? Could she do this? Taking a deep breath, her impressive breasts rising under Chard's embracing arm, she forged ahead, her words coming out in a rush.

"Chard, I'm torn between my sense of obligation to perform my duty as a Ranger of Randalee, and my feelings for you. I feel like I can't take you back to Randalee in good conscience. You would never be happy there." She turned in his arms, her slender hands resting on his shoulders, her breasts pressed to his chest. She let her gaze rise until her blue orbs looked into his silver eyes. "Even after you were relocated to the refugee camp, you would feel like a prisoner there. It wouldn't be fair to you. And they would never let us be together....ever. The attitudes of too many of my people would always see the two of us together as something offensive."

She heaved another sigh and glanced away, realizing what this meant to her future if she went through with this decision. "But if I fail to do my assigned duty, I will be shamed as a failure at least, and possibly considered to be a traitor if anyone ever learns that I let you escape on purpose. If that happened, I would not be any more welcome in Randalee than you would."

Her eyes returned to his, looking long and deep into his 'moonlight' eyes against his midnight skin, losing herself in his depths. She wondered if he somehow knew her thoughts....knew that she was thinking of abandoning all that she knew for him....knew that she was considering turning against her own kind....to be with him.

 

[RPerMan]

Chard looked down into her soft, delicate face, as she turned around to face him. The feel of her soft, large breasts against his chest was just indescribable. It felt luscious. It felt loving. It felt comforting. It was an embrace that he wouldn’t leave, given the choice. He loved letting her speak her thoughts, rather than read them. Not as efficient, of course, but as she had not yet grasped control of her thoughts it lacked intimacy. And for the next few days intimate moments were all that he wanted.

"But if I fail to do my assigned duty, I will be shamed as a failure at least, and possibly considered to be a traitor if anyone ever learns that I let you escape on purpose. If that happened, I would not be any more welcome in Randalee than you would."

He gazed into her eyes. She was so full of thoughts, of questions. She had barely begun lfie with her people. He refused to let her pull away from it. Permanently, at least.

“Brennisen... You can’t abandon your world. Noone can. We all need two homes. One is a person, and one is a place. Bring me back to Randalee. Let us be together all along the way. No prison has ever held me. Then, perhaps you can request to hunt after me? I don’t know what to do Brennisen. All I know is that I want you, next to me, all around me, no matter where we go.” He said, unsure, beneath his stone resolve, of what to do… Where to go… He couldn’t even begin o grasp how they could make themselves fully happy, without hurting themselves.

“Come now. Travel brings about horizons and solutions, goes the saying.” His tongue flicked at her ear again. “What else can we do for now anyways?” he said, conscious of the double-entendre of his words.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Brennisen looked up into Chard's eyes, her expression still serious, painted by her thoughts. She wondered how he seemed to know what she was thinking. Impulsively she hugged him tight, breaking her gaze to rest her cheek on his broad chest. "I know you're right, Chard. I don't know what I was thinking. I want so much to be with you more, especially now that you've shown me....well, you know. We have 5 more days before we reach Randalee, and it seems like all too little time now."

She tried to put on a brave front, even though she felt like she'd lost something inside. What was wrong with her? She didn't feel this way just yesterday morning when she had been assigned to escort this man back to Randalee. Now she had her ear pressed up to his naked chest, listening to his heart beat. It beat with the same rhythm as her own, a fact not lost on her now. How could her people say that his kind were different? She no longer believed that.

She took his hand and began to wade out of the stream. Pausing a moment, she looked back, smiling a wistful little smile. "Were you ready to get dressed then? I could use some of that breakfast you made, and then we can head out and talk more along the way. I think I gave you the wrong impression about the refugee camp the Princess/Goddess set up. I should tell you more about it as we travel, as much as I know, that is."

She waded out, tugging Chard along by his hand. After stooping to pick up his clothing, she handed it to him, and went about gathering her own, now strewn all around the camp where they had made love last night, casting each item aside as it was removed. She dressed quietly, contemplative of the future, the next few days with Chard, and beyond. Clad in her soft leather breeches, she stood barefooted, subconsciously glancing at Chard as she picked up her breast wrapping and prepared to bind herself again.

She noticed his eyes upon her, watching with that little amused smirk. She couldn't help but smile in response; he just brought it out of her, looking at her like that. It suddenly seemed pretty silly to her to bind herself, to disguise herself from the man she had shared so much with, including her nudity. With that same little smile growing into a mischievous smirk of her own, she brought the winding wrap around her back, criss-crossing it over her large breasts in a make shift halter, then tying the ends somewhat loosely behind her neck. She knew it wouldn't hold her in place if she needed to move in combat, but she hoped it wouldn't come to that.

And she hoped Chard would like it.