Tristan thrusted deep into her, admiring the curve of her ass, the defined muscles in her back.
"Oh gods, yes, boy!"
Wait, where am I again?
He felt vaguely puzzled as he pounded the woman in front of him, yet he continued to do so.
Woah, nice ass. And a tiny waist too,
Tristan thought, sliding his hands forward over the smooth, porcelain skin of her hips.
"I knew—ah!—I knew I chose well," she panted between thrusts.
Wait, why don't I know what her face looks like? What the fuck is going on?
He leaned forward, and his hand grabbed a fistful of the girl's platinum blond hair of its own accord, revealing pointed, elven ears. Tristan's bleary eyes widened and alarm bells rang in his fuzzy head. Yet he continued to fuck her, tugging on her hair like reigns.
"Yesss. Fuck me, big boy. It's too bad you humans are so fragile. I love the way you rut-Oh!"
Tristan picked up the pace, ramming his cock into her, giving himself time to think.
Humans? Fragile?
Tristan frowned, beginning to wake up. His pace slowed, and he stopped. The girl twisted to look over her shoulder in a flash of silver hair.
"What's wrong, boy?" she asked. Tristan was too dumbstruck by her face to answer. Bold, red lips pursed at him on a beautifully symmetrical face with narrowed, wine-red cat eyes. She pulled herself off his cock with a squelch, sighing and turning around to face him.
"You woke up." Tristan tried to respond, but all that came out was a groan. His cock pulsed, drawing her attention.
"Although apparently not completely, yet." She smirked. Tingles shot through him at the curl of her lip. He thought he might be drooling.
Tristan opened his mouth to speak, but she leaned in and kissed him first. Her lips were soft, gentle, and her tongue danced in between them. It felt weird. She pulled back, opening her eyes, and licked her lips.
Oh.
Her tongue was forked. Tristan's cock twitched. She noticed, eyes dancing.
"You like my tongue, big boy?" she smiled, showing something that looked like-
fangs?
-You don't even know what it can do yet," she said seductively, leaning forward to put her elbows on the bed, and Tristan's mind immediately blanked. She swayed her ass from side to side, inching toward his still wet, aching cock.
She looked up at him with a sparkle in her red eyes, hot breath warming his throbbing head.
"I could suck you right now. Skip dinner and go right to dessert," she said, licking her lips once more with that forked tongue. Tristan blinked.
"I think you'd like that."
She reached her tongue out and
barely
touched the bottom of his cock, and he shivered in pleasure, thrusting forward—but she pulled back just quickly.
She giggled, straightening, the movement making Tristan notice her breasts for the first time. They were large teardrops, not too big, and almost perfectly shaped, with red-pink nipples and shimmering chain piercings hanging from both connected to a larger necklace that hung from her slim throat. Tristan had no idea how he had missed them before.
Oh right, her ass.
"No no, but that just won't do," she said, smiling toothily "Mommy wants that big, thick dick inside her again first."
She pushed him gently backward and gracefully climbed on top of him, grabbing and mounting him in a smooth motion. She moaned, eyes closed, as she lowered herself onto him, and pleasure shot through Tristan once more.
"Fuuck boy. Mommy really loves your tool." She placed her hands his chest and began to ride, her tits swaying above her surprisingly defined stomach in a mesmerizing fashion. The chains glittered against her skin.
Tristan reached up to palm a titty on a whim, and she bit her lip, moan increasing in volume.
Fuck. I might bust a nut soon if she keeps up the pace.
He sat up to put one of her nipples in his mouth, and she slipped a hand past his face and the back of his head, pulling him in. She slid her fingers into his hair and caressed him, as he sucked on her nipple, then yanked his head back suddenly, frowning at him.
"As much as I like a boy who takes charge, you're still too awake, I think," she said, continuing to ride him. She tilted her head, her hungry red eyes pulling him in.
"Sleep,"
she said, and Tristan's eyes began to close. Alarm bells rang once more in his head, and he tried to look away, but she forced his head forward, grabbing his chin with her other hand so that she could hold his head still. Her hands felt small against his face.
"No,
look at me.
Yess, good. Good boy.
Sleep,
" she said, riding him. Pleasure overrode Tristan's alarm and he felt himself fade, a wave of fog drifting over him. He bucked his hips into her instinctively.
No...
"Good boy," she moaned again and kissed him. Bright colors twisted through Tristan's mind. She bit his lip, then pulled back, sighing.
"I want your cum so badly already, but I think you've only got one more fuck in you, and I want to make you last, big boy. You're cute, so
don't you dare cum yet.
"
She pushed him back down into the floor, moaning as she sped up.
Tristan's mind felt like a calm pond, freezing over. Ripples came here and there, but they were slowly dissipating. The ice traveled through his mind, putting him to sleep.
no...
One, single area of his brain refused to give in.
No.
