Tordin took his ease on a tree stump just a few yards from his modest log cabin. The honey mead was good after a long morning's work. The roof needed some mending after the long winter, and even though he disliked heights he managed it. He wasn't made for the tall places, and the northern faeries weren't kind to the elves of the north, not that he'd find any nearby.
The Northern Middlewood had been a good home to him over the last eight years. The humans to the south were more than kind, the creatures of the forest provided for him very well and in turn he always left a basket not far from his front door.
Winters were long though, and wood carving, playing flutes, even reciting the tales of his long ancestry, which took a month on its own, could get boring. Still, there was something about becoming his aspect in those times and rolling in the snow. He was ruled by the great Kodiak bear, and when he became one to spend the day in the wild everything changed. Sometimes it was difficult to return to his cabin, to revert to his stocky, heavy wood elf form.
Drinking mead was better as a man, he thought as he took another swig. His thick chest and slightly round belly were covered with hair. Tordin's arms, the thickness of some men's thighs, were the same and he considered shedding it as he carefully corked the wineskin. As he spied just a little snow left deeper in the forest he thought better of it. The nights would continue to be cold for a few more weeks.
Out of the corner of his eye he thought he caught a sign of movement. He pretended not to notice, suppressing a smile and sitting perfectly still. There were even more rewards to living in his northern elf form.
Tordin picked up his skin of mead again and pretended to drink. There were eyes on him and nimble feet carefully approaching using the thick trees as cover. He readied himself, waiting for the right moment as he acted casually, re-corking the skin again.
A slight rustle told him exactly where his quarry was and he was off the stump like a shot. By the time he reached her hiding place she was already eight yards away, running like the wind between the ancient fir and evergreen trees.
He leapt over a fallen log and before his feet touched ground they had transformed into Kodiak paws. Tordin was always faster on four feet, and he gained ground on his fleeing prize.
She came into full view then; nude, her mid thigh length light auburn hair flicking out behind her. She had generous hips and a waist that was a little too thin. A shriek erupted from the comely creature as she realized that he was almost upon her.
At the last possible second he leapt, reverting back to his northern elf form in mid air. His big, strong hands caught her by the waist, dragging her down on top of him as he crashed to the ground back first. The rough and tumble was easy play for him, and with her atop him she came to no harm.
Before she could squirm free he cupped her shapely bottom, caught his other hand up in her hair and pulled her head back. Her little helpless cry didn't stop him from looking at her thin, long neck, soft, pillowy lips and wild blue eyes.
As she arched her back her ample bosom came into view, tipped with round, tan tips, he couldn't help himself. The soft skin of her neck was cool on his lips as he kissed his way down to her shoulder and nibbled his way back up to her plump earlobe.
She gasped, and as he drew his head back he caught a suppressed smile.
His continued kissing down her neck, across her chest and finally at her upper breasts. He sent warm shocks through her when he pinched a nipple between his lips. She pressed herself against him. Tordin's mouth smacked away from the tender nub and took her lips in a firm, hot, deep kiss.
Her slender arms went about his shoulders as his hands caressed up her smooth back, then down to cup her shapely bottom. The dew between her thighs was obvious to them both, and his urgency was plain in the firmness of his manhood.
Tordin lifted her hips, and, not willing to wait any longer she grabbed him and pressed his head against her most intimate entry. Those big, warm hands let her hips go and she ground him deep inside her with a shuddering gasp.
She sat up, raking her fingernails down his chest as she did so, her mouth open, bright blue eyes on his dark brown. He watched her, caressing her belly, cupping her large breasts in his hands. Fingers pinched and pulled her sensitive, taught nipples.
Her hips rocked back and forth faster and faster. A sun was rising in her loins, the muscles of her belly started to tighten like the laces of a corset as her breathing came more rapidly.
A broad grin spread across Tordin's face as her efforts stopped, her breathing came in short little gasps and her hands clawed at his chest. He watched with pleasure as her eyes screwed shut, her belly quivered and her only cry was a strangled; "Ooh!"
As the last shudder faded he caught her legs under the knees, pulled her down to him and stood, still inside her. Gently he pinned her against a massive, broad oak and ground his hips before drawing back and thrusting inside her.
She let out a throaty cry at the sensation of being filled, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Give me an autumn baby," she whispered.
Her request drove him on, but he still thrust shallowly a few times before pressing his full length inside her warm passage then repeated the strokes, several shallow and a few deep until he felt her skin warm to the touch, her breath in his ear came in faster gasps and finally he felt her clench around him.
