Esra's Flower

Kaleb liked to spend his time in the jungle. He wanted to be a spice delver at some point and knowing how to handle its environment was essential. He wasn't allowed to go too far into the jungle, which suited him just fine as that meant that sometimes Esra would accompany him, as she had today. She was wearing a flowing yellow dress that complemented her dark skin and silver hair beautifully. He was working up the courage to ask her about her women's deck when he spotted an orchid not too far up a nearby tree.

He broke from her side clambering up the tree with practiced ease using the muscles he'd developed doing this day in and day out. The flower, deep purple with flecks of silver at its center, was rare—just like her. Sliding back down the tree, Kaleb landed lightly on the forest floor.

"Showing off again?" she teased as he approached.

"Only if it worked," Kaleb replied, holding up the orchid. "For you."

Esra reached for the flower, her fingers brushing his. "You didn't have to," she said trailing off.

"I wanted to," he said cutting in. "It reminded me of you. Rare. Strong." He hesitated his cheeks flushing. "Beautiful."

Esra laughed softly, the sound had a musical lilt. "Flatterer, you're just practicing for your First Tide, aren't you?"

Kaleb grinned, though the mention of his First Tide sent a wave of anxiety through him. "Maybe. But I mean it."

She spent a moment affixing the flower in her hair nestling it near her pointed ear, the unmistakable sign of her elven heritage. Kaleb unconsciously tucked his unruly hair behind his very human ear. They spent some time walking through the jungle, the silence between them was easy.

"I was thinking," he began hesitantly, glancing at her. "About my First Tide. About you."

Esra's grip on her dress tightened, though her expression remained neutral. "Oh?"

"I want it to be with you. At your women's deck." He rushed the words out afraid to stop. "I trust you, Esra. And I'd feel safe with you."

She stopped walking. Her head tilted slightly, as if trying to decide whether to laugh or cry. "Kaleb, I," she trailed off, her gaze shifting to the vibrant jungle canopy.

"What is it?" He searched her face, his brow furrowing, feeling a bit sick. "If you don't want me there, just say so. I'll understand." Though it might break me he left unsaid.

"It's not that," she said quickly, shaking her head. "I just think you should experience your First Tide with a proper group. Somewhere you'll get the full experience." Her words stumbled over themselves; her voice tinged with a sadness she couldn't fully hide.

Kaleb frowned, stepping in front of her and forcing her to meet his gaze. "What do you mean by proper. Your group would be proper. It's not like I'm asking anyone else."

She pushed herself up to meet his lips in a kiss. He was surprised but surrendered to it. She needed to end this line of questioning. She hadn't joined a deck yet. That and she wanted him to herself at least one more time before his First Tide. She pulled his strong hands around her, and he obliged by pulling her close to him. He smelled of earth, sweet tree sap, and sweat, it was like coming home.

His hands began to wander. One hand caressing down over the soft curve of her ass. The other wrapping up and around towards her shoulder, as if he was trying to become one with her. Which is what she wanted. Her hands wandered. One hand curving down his belly finding the growing bulge in his pants. The other caressing up to undo the three buttons leading to the collar of his shirt.

Kaleb pulled back from the kiss and Esra took his shirt off before pressing herself against his chest. He enjoyed the soft silky feel of her skin as she pressed herself into his chest. Just as she enjoyed his raw physicality, the heat of him seeping into her. She looked up into his eyes, that were more verdant than the jungle could ever hope to be.

"Sit," she half commanded. He did as she bid putting his back to a tree. She put herself atop him her dress open between them. Kaleb caught a glimpse of her bare lips, already glistening, as she did so. She ground herself against that bulge in his pants her back pressed against his chest, as he groaned. One of his hands went questing into her top finding access to her breast through the loose fabric. His fingers brushing against her erect nipple sent shivers into Esra.

"Can we?" Kaleb whispered.

"Yes," she moaned as she rubbed her clit against his bulge.

His hands retreated to fumble with his pants. While he did so Esra stroked one hand up his cheek, and put her own hand on her breast and nipple to replace Kaleb's. She rose up to give him space to work with. Kaleb began to kiss and nip lightly at her neck as she did so. It didn't take long before she felt his cockhead brushing at the entrance to her pussy.

Esra took one of her hands to carefully place his cock at her entrance before slowly taking his entire length into her wet pussy. Kaleb always marveled at this act, at her power over him in these moments. She was superior to him, and yet here she let him be her equal.

"Hold me," she whispered in pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him. She slowly started to use her legs to rub herself against every part of him. Esra reveled in Kaleb holding her, while she held his manhood within her. Squeezing him as tightly as he was squeezing her.

It wasn't long before Esra could tell that Kaleb wanted to thrust faster, but she held him keeping to her own pace. "Tell me," Esra said.

"Tell you what?" he asked huskily into her ear. Kaleb was afraid to say it though he'd been thinking it for a while.

Esra smiled softly, her movements becoming more urgent. She used her body to coax the words she knew he had been holding inside.

"I love you," he moaned. Kaleb felt her pussy tighten even further around his cock as she increased her tempo again. It wasn't long before he spilled his seed inside her in several spurts as she let out a shuddering moan. They sat there for a while, breathing deeply as one.

Then Esra turned, "We need to find your shirt."