"Bend forward. Don't open your eyes."
Elfhelm bowed, kissing his way down the exposed flesh of her neck until he met the yielding softness of her breast and the hard prominence of her nipple. With lips, tongue, and teeth he worshipped and worried her, and the pace of both her strokes and her thrusts against his impaling finger increased. She pulled a second finger into her greedy sex, her rhythmic moans accented by the wet slap greeting each penetration. Her body trembled, and with a frenzied rolling of her hips she climaxed, her cunt rippling against his fingers as her other hand squeezed his rod almost to the point of pain.
After a moment to catch her breath she pulled his fingers from her sodden depths, falling to her knees and regripping him at the base.
"Keep your eyes closed."
She resumed stroking, smoothing her palm over the rough texture of his shaft, measuring the weight and heft, then with a single plunge almost savagely enveloped him with her ravenous mouth, immediately drawing him right against the entrance to her throat. The suddenness and depth of the penetration caused her to choke and cough around his thick glans, and instinct demanded that she pull back, but her most wanton sexual urges were in control; she
needed
his cock right where it was. Suppressing her gag reflex, she laved his shaft with her tongue until equilibrium was restored. Her throat relaxed and she drove her face forward, not stopping until her lips were pressed against his body. The stretch and strain in her gullet were almost more than she could bear, but she forced herself to calmness, holding him there for a long minute, exulting in her triumph. But this wasn't how she wanted their encounter to end, and with a wet slurp she pulled free, a parabola of saliva dangling between his spear and her lips as she gasped for air.
She fell backward onto the grass, and as she descended she took his hands and pulled him to his knees. Though he grunted at the impact, his eyes remained obediently closed. Widening her legs around his, she again took manual possession of his saliva-coated cock. Another tug urged him between her spread-open thighs until his tumescence was slotted against her overheated sex. She removed her hand, gripping him about the waist and digging her fingers into his sides. Instinct took over and he pressed straight into her heat. Despite the copious lubrication that eased his passage, his width stretched her gripping channel in a most enticing way. Slowly but inexorably he drove inward until he was fully rooted, straining against the premature release that would arrest their union far earlier than either of them wished.
Pulling his head back to her breasts and wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders, she rolled her hips in invitation. Taking the hint, he arched backward and slid home again, delirious with ecstasy.
"Open your eyes," she moaned.
Elfhelm awoke to a dream.
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How many times since she came of age have I imagined this sight? This feeling? This pleasure? Yet never once did I fully anticipate the awe I'm experiencing. This is a joining beyond imagination, beyond belief, beyond reality itself. I must take care to bring her as much satisfaction as she's bringing me, for I want to do this again and again, consequences be damned. For her body I thought to lust, but now that lust achieves its inconceivable satiation I realize that her heart has captured mine. I didn't truly know it until tonight, but I love her.
Their low moans gave way to grunts of exertion as he pumped her, his strokes lengthening, gaining both speed and force. His treatment of her nipples turned animalistic, biting and stretching them upward in counterpart to his thrusting hips and in rhythm with her helpless gasps. Éowyn wrapped her long legs around his buttocks, willing him even deeper into her overstimulated cunt, and immediately convulsed in orgasm, muffling her sharp cry by sinking her teeth into his shoulder.
Elfhelm felt her fluids gushing around his rod and pistoned straight through her tremors, seeking his own finish. Though she was riddled with aftershocks, she nevertheless opened herself even more fully to his pounding, grinding her hips against his, goading him towards his denouement.
Suddenly, with a fierce twist of her body she rolled him to his back, riding him with athletic thrusts of her own. But even as she took him her eyes searched the darkening shadows, seeking for something — she knew not what — while he furiously sheathed himself deep inside her sex.
I feel a presence. Something unfamiliar. Something....
His exhalations caught in his throat. His pace grew haphazard, then frenetic, and her attention snapped back to their union as she realized the imminent danger. In a blur of motion Éowyn tore her pussy from his hyper-stimulated manhood and slid down his body to take his pulsing shaft between her lips. Overwhelmed, he drove his cock violently upwards and released a torrent of cum into her quickly overflowing mouth. Whimpering with thirst as his streams repeatedly seared her throat, she enthusiastically swallowed his ejaculate, sucking with all her strength, pulling his creamy gift down her gullet. When there was no more to be had from the source her tongue slithered down his length, gathering a few rivulets of semen that had inexplicably escaped her greedy maw.
Lost to the raw delirium of his climax and its decadent aftermath, Elfhelm didn't see her rise to her feet. But when the cold air brushed his exposed and saliva-coated cock he reopened his eyes, looking up at her in wonder and gratitude.
Éowyn stood above him in unclothed majesty, wreathed in an aura of steam from the faint sheen of perspiration that covered her body. Her lips were bruised and raw, her nipples engorged with blood, her cunt a swollen spring of her endlessly flowing fluids. But something in her eyes arrested his study of her wondrous body, and once again their impenetrable distance stilled his tongue.
What is this perpetually unreadable look that she gives me each night?
He was on the verge of asking, but instinct warned him away, and he instead contented himself with rising unsteadily to his own feet.
Melancholy wrapped around her visage like a shroud. She moved closer, fingers tickling his sweat-slicked chest and tracing downward to offer a feathery caress to his still-firm phallus. Her breath warmed his lips, and he leaned forward for a kiss. But the very instant before their lips met she turned and fled, quickly disappearing from his sight.
Confused, satiated, frustrated, overwhelmed, and full of unanswered questions, Elfhelm gathered his own clothing, reassembled himself into decency, and headed back to camp.
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Éowyn leaned against a tree, her previously discarded garments in a pile at her feet. The strange presence that distracted her while she fucked Elfhelm was back, even more threatening than before.
Nay, threatening isn't the right word. There's no actual sense of danger. I feel as if I stand on the edge of a precipice of unknown altitude; instinct demands that I step back to safety, yet the promise of the unexpected beckons me to leap. And there's more than just tension in the air. I feel...I feel
watched
.
She shook her head.
I must be imagining it, for there's no one here. I'm probably just overreacting to the emotion I read in his eyes, for his feelings for me are plain. I acknowledge them, I'm somewhat honored by them, and in another time and place we might even have made something from them. But no matter how much I crave the feeling of his cock moving inside me, I must
not
allow him to love me.
Abruptly wrenched from reverie, her eyes narrowed and her breath caught in her throat. For she was no longer alone.