She didn't know what would happen, more likely, she didn't know that would happen. She thought this to herself as she felt her body expel a fine liquid juice as she came harder than she had before. He smiled at her and offered a taste. Biting her lip, she nodded with that fake innocence that she had been playing up all night. As he removed his hand from her pussy, another quick feeling of ecstasy shot through her body, from her wet cunt down to her recently suckled toes, and up to her beautifully glossy lips. Her body quaked only briefly, it was too exhausted to cum again.
He crawled up to her, careful to preserve the wet mess on his hand. A mixture of natural lubrication, a slick man-made lube, and this new liquid that was forced out of her body by the intensity of her orgasm covered his strong hand. She really looked at his hand this once, and noticed how manly it appeared, large knuckles, rough and sturdy, and covered with the product of his labor; her juices. She licked, and she could taste a combination of the sex-slop, and the feelings that she had. She was a total slut for him. He would get what he wanted, and she craved the feeling of giving it to him. Tasting that liquid made her feel like a woman, strong in heart and mind, and weak for the penis of her man.
He watched her lick his fingers clean, and felt something similar. He felt like a strong man, pleasing his woman in a way she has never known. He had kissed her so many times, but never realized how feminine her lips were. It wasn't the gloss, nor was it the way she was sucking his fingers. It was the arch at the peak of the upper lip and the fullness of the bottom lip, both ready to display a large variety of emotions to him. From anger and sadness, to lust and love, from helplessness to strength, he had seen it all. In this moment he felt like a man, not domineering, or aggressive, but strong of mind and body, and eager for his own brand of pleasure.
What happened next was unspoken, unplanned, and absolutely beautiful because a voyeur would almost be able to see the years old bond between the two of them as if it were strings of two marionettes controlling each other. His cock was hard as a rock, and her mouth felt like sucking. Without any pause or discomfort, the two met. The only average member was still covered in her pussy juices from when he was fucking her before. As she tasted it, she wondered why she even wanted his fist in her instead of his cock. For being average size, it still felt great in her pussy, and his attention to her could produce a reliable, if not consistent orgasm. She felt bad briefly, but convinced herself she shouldn't. She wanted to be dirty. She followed this logic naturally, and decided to be just as dirty for him, to give herself to him completely. She was his slut after all, she wanted to show him what this slut was for: amazing fucking.
She didn't hesitate to take it all in. She let the head of the cock penetrate her throat. She grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of her head, with some pressure. He knew she wanted him to hold her down. He did, and as her body began to desire air, her throat tightened. Feeling this he released, concerned, but also turned on. She too felt the clenching of her throat and was both scared and excited by it. She dove back down his cock for another go. He held her tight, and she fought for air again. This time on release, a long strand of saliva connected his dick with her mouth. She smiled at him, and grabbed the strand as a lube to jerk him off. She lightly entertained his cock with the circumference of her digits and he responded with some involuntary muscle spasms that traveled to the tips of his penis and gave chills down his back.
She smiled again, for a different reason this time. Now she realizes that she is in control. Her desire is to please him, but that shiver is a sign that he will no longer make all the decisions, and she has him, quite literally, in the palm of her hand. She takes some time to consider what his cock will do next as she strokes him and tongues his balls.
The lube had fallen off the bed, she thought to herself in parallel to an erotic stroke of genius. She pulled one last time at his cock as she turned around with a renewed interest in the role that this escapade started as: Virginal Elf Princess. He was her hero and this was all part of the pay back for a swift rescue. She knelt over the bed to fetch the tube of lube. He saw her asshole, clean and beautiful, just like the rest of her. He felt an excitement well with in him as he wondered what may happen.
