You wake up after sleeping for what felt like half a day. You're thirsty, hungry, and have a pounding headache. Looking around, you see early morning light filtering in through the trees, so you must have passed out through the night.
You also see the elf - same pale hair, same violet eyes and lips, same perfect body. Her round breasts and slender waist are draped in clean, shimmering silk again. Come to think of it, her hair is unmussed, and her face doesn't seem sticky with your cum any more.
Oh. Oh, right.
Yeah, you spent half of the previous day using your massive fuckstick to reshape her mouth, throat, and pussy, for the first and best sex of your life. This might be awkward.
"Hello!" she says cheerfully. "We never got each others names. My name is Fallavalandriellin, but you can call me Lavender. May I use my magic on you?"
"Wuh?" you reply, intelligently, like the hero you are.
"Ah, well, I can clean you up, repair your clothing, and provide food and drink, but I prefer not using my magic without consent. Unlike some people here." She smiles and wrinkles her nose adorably to show she's not mad that you...ravished her without so much as an "excuse me".
"Buh?" you continue, a noble soul.
"Oh, good question. Well, I seem to have much more magical energy than normal - must have had something to do with, uh, everything that happened last night." At this, she blushes slightly, bites her lower lip, and glances down for a second before continuing. "And sorry I wasn't speaking very well before now! I haven't spoken Common in many years, but I did some meditation before you woke to refresh my memory."
"So...you're not mad? I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me!"
Lavender giggles. "I'm far from mad. You saved my life! That warg would surely have killed me; I only have healing and mending magic, and it's not much use against a raging beast. I was really surprised, though - no menfolk for decades in our glen, and out of nowhere a hero comes and saves me!
"And...sex, wow. I'd heard it was incredible, but I didn't know it would be like that; I thought it would be a couple minutes of pleasure, not...you know, hours of mind-melting bliss. Wait 'til I tell the others! They'll all want a piece of you, I'm sure. Now that there's a man in our glen, there's a lot we can finally do!
"You are, though, a little worse for wear, my hero - may I?"
Still dumbfounded, you manage to nod. Lavender furrows her brow cutely and steps closer to you, hands starting to glow, just like when she healed you yesterday. Your headache clears, your hunger goes away, and soon you feel fresh and clean.
"That's incredible," you say. "I thought magic was gone from our world."
"Honestly that was easier than it's ever been! All of that sex must've really charged me up." She giggles again and you start thinking about, uh, charging her up even more.
"Oh no, mister. You're not actually full - we need to get back to my camp and get some real food and water in you." You realize you never volunteered your name, so you tell her.
"Well then, Kiren, follow me!"
Lavender leads you through the strange woods. You were already in a strange part of the forest, but you quickly get lost, despite your talent at woodcraft. Along the way, you forage berries and nuts. Unfamiliar, but delicious.
Also, you're distracted by watching her perky ass in that translucent robe. Her clothing is light and sheer, and each step creates a delicious shadow of a round globe. Odd how sexy clothing can be, even when you'd seen that ass bouncing helplessly against your cock just yesterday.
The whole time, Lavender chatters away at you, telling you about her world. You gather that she lives among a tribe of several dozen elves, all women. They've lived for decades without a male, and when a male does show up, that's basically how the tribe reproduces. So, when she refers to her "sisters of the glade", they're literally all (half) sisters.
However, elves are only fertile on nights of a full moon, so she's not with child, not to worry! Good, you weren't sure you're ready to be a dad. Though, you're definitely in love/lust with her. She's beautiful, bubbly, half your size, sexy, and, oh yeah, can take your cock down her throat and have an orgasm just from sucking you off.
When she talks about breeding, she glances over her milky-white shoulder, occasionally licking her purple lips. She's just as horny as you are, it seems. After all, you're basically two virgins who just discovered sex. Mindblowing, ridiculous sex.
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Before long, you arrive at her camp, and you're rock hard again from that pert ass and her constant talk of sex.
Lavender turns around and grins at you. Her smile makes you want to hold her, protect her, but also invade every single one of her holes without mercy. Brains are weird.
"Welcome, Kiren, here we are, safe again. Whatever shall we do now?"
You warn her. "You know I'm half-orc, right? Once we get started, I won't stop until I'm completely satisfied." When you're not in insane orcish bloodlust, you do want to be a gentleman.
She slowly walks up to you, closing the short distance between you. She barely comes up to your chin, so she tilts her large violet eyes up at you. Grabbing your shoulder, she gets up on her tip-toes to whisper in your ear. "I'm counting on it", hot breath tickling your sensitive lobes.
As you growl, one large hand ready to rip her dress to shreds, she laughs and spins away from you. "Catch me if you can, mister half-orc!" Her lithe legs take her gracefully down towards the nearby river.
You bound after her in large strides and catch her just as she splashes into the water. She's drenched, now, and even more enchanting than before. Her silvery hair is now gleaming dark against her body, and her dress has gone fully transparent. You have one large hand wrapped around her waist, and it covers her entire lower back.
"Wow, you are good. I thought I'd be able to last a little longer than that. You're just so fast, and strong, and powerful...a warrior like you deserves to be properly worshipped."
"Well, what are you waiting for?" you reply with surprising confidence. You release her to undo your belt and remove your pants. Then you sit down, legs wide apart, thick cock rising up at an obscene angle. Lavender immediately focuses her gaze on your club, entranced by the tool that she knows will give her mind-blowing pleasure.
Lavender's beautiful eyes sparkle as she gazes lustfully at your thick tool. Entranced, she wades a couple steps closer until her face is right next to your crotch.
The dark skin and pulsing veins of your cock stand in stark contrast to her smooth, pale skin, especially as she leans her face in and nuzzles her cheek against it. The cool softness of her cheek is tantalizing torture. You've been lusting for her petite body all day, and you desperately want to bury yourself in something hot, wet, and tight.
She has other ideas to start, though. Opening her delicate mouth wide, she starts suckling at your huge balls. They're each the size of a nectarine, and she gently sucks them into her mouth one at a time, lavishing them with care, encouraging them to go into overdrive. She breathes deeply through her nose, getting a full dose of your sweat and musk with each breath. Your pheromones stoke her lust, and Lavender moans a low hum of desire, stimulating your sensitive sack even further.
Your cock towers over her head, stretching from her dainty nose to past her hair, twitching with need. After a few agonizing minutes of your balls bathing in your warm, wet mouth, she leans back, takes a deep breath, and admires her handiwork.
"Wow, Kiren, I don't think I'll ever get used to this gorgeous, massive cock. I'm so grateful my body can take it - after all, my life is yours, so I must serve you with it to my full ability. I feel so deliciously full just looking at it."
You reply, "You're gonna do more than look at it. Open your fucking mouth, you tease." The hornier you are, the ruder you are, it seems.
"Yes sir!" she replies quickly, opening her purple-lipped mouth as wide as it can. She lines up with the tip of your cock, tongue out, drooling.
Looking at this ethereally beautiful elf-girl, drooling for your cock, you want nothing more that to make her choke gloriously on your fat dick. But she might want it even more, and it's your turn to make sure she knows that you're one in control.
"No hands," you command. "Try to capture it with just your lips."
