A Firm Hand

We walked through the forest at a brisk pace. Although I was providing the directions as we walked, she was walking in front of me. Hmm. She preferred magic and stealth to raw strength and force, but her abilities were undeniable. If we were to be attacked by bandits or beasts, she could certainly hold her own. Still, she wasn't geared to launch headfirst into battle. No -- if danger approached, she would quickly fall back behind me. Still -- she made so little sound as she led the way that it was unlikely any would notice her before she noticed them. And so, despite potential threats awaiting us, she led. And that served my purposes fine for now. Indeed, as she led the way my eyes were free to take in her beauty. How could I complain?

Ashren. An odd name, but she was elven... Pale skin, a light frame, gentle features, and barely pointed ears normally hidden by her hair.. Her hair, purest black, was rather long -- stretching a few inches past her shoulders. Normally when this far from town she'd have her hair wrapped in a tight braid to keep it from dancing freely if the need to fight or flee came. Still, she wore it loose. I hoped that was a favorable sign for her interests with me, but her silence made it hard to know. Her eyes, clear as a blue sky with the lightest of mists, were sharp and piercing (an interesting match to her dark hair). Still, all of this fit her. Her breasts were moderate, but still quick to inspire temptation and fantasy. They fit her form well. And as she walked in front of me, I was pleased with the view of her ass. It wasn't overwhelming, but it certainly demanded attention -- even hidden by her tight, dark robes.

Hmm. I was a man. A mortal, in other words, and thus less than her ever-living heart. Still, she seemed intrigued by that mortality -- and so she had agreed to a long walk to a more private place. That, and the promise of potent spirits entrapped her, one might say.

Night was quickly falling by the time we arrived at our destination. It was a small field, enclosed by foliage. A short distance away one could make out a slight, rugged cliff face. We spoke little, but drank deeply. Or, rather -- she drank deeply, and I kept the appearance of doing so as well. No -- sobriety was crucial if my hopes were to be realized. And, just as crucially, her sobriety needed to be cast aside. Thankfully, she drank happily as we watched the day fade. As the last rays of sunlight departed the sky turned from a warm crimson to a somber purple. Still we drank...although she did most of the work in that endeavor. At last, the sky transitioned into a dark blue, and lastly a final curtain of black. Stars and a thin crescent of moon soon became our only source of illumination, but our eyes adjusted enough to serve us.

Finally, I heard the noise I awaited. The cloud of alcohol seemed to have dampened her awareness, as she didn't seem to notice. I whispered for her to follow me, and took her hand gently. Blush filled her cheeks, but she agreed quickly enough. We approached the cliff. Or, at least, as nearly as we could. When we came near to being within sight of the cliff, I stopped her. Here I mimed for her to crawl with me, and we proceeded into thicker bushes and debris. As the cliff came into sight, you could see more light. A small fire burned, and large, bulky figures moved near it. Trolls -- and eating outside now that the sunlight no longer threatened them.

Seeing the brutish trolls led Ashren to freeze. Her eyes, normally misty blue and clear were far more clouded and slow to move. Still, they moved at a sluggish pace from the creatures before us to me, and reflected fear. The two of us alone couldn't hope to overtake more than two of these things -- and before us were four. But...this had been my plan.

I grabbed the edges of her robe and pulled, fiercely. The fabric tore more easily than I had expected, and to my great pleasure I found nothing more beneath it. Her pale skin was barely touched by the moonlight as we crouched in the bushes, but still it seemed to glow slightly. One hand roughly grabbed the tender flesh of her breast, and the other push her flat against the ground. Her eyes were uncertain at first, and as they widened I began to explore her body with a desperate need that had long been denied by this beauty. My lips found her ear, and I barely spoke.

"Make a sound, and we'll both be killed..."

At that, her eyes grew more clouded and distant, but she didn't move. My lips then fell to one of her small, delicate nipples and I began to suck it hungrily. One hand reached between her legs, and began the happy work of teasing her clit and fingering her slowly. Whether in fear of longing, her body betrayed her desires as her nipples hardened and her wetness quickly grew. She didn't resist, either surrendering to her own desires or accepting that an attempt to escape might cost her her life. Indeed... She made quiet sounds of pleasure. Soft, barely audible moans of appreciation. Almost immediately my hand covered her lips, hoping to hold in the sounds that she seemed unable to suppress. Her own hands joined the work of caressing her body as I, with raw hunger and lust, pushed inside her. Her hands squeezed her breasts even more roughly than I had dared, and her sounds of pleasure grew in their intensity as the pace of her breath quickened.

Oh, the pleasures of her body... A body that would last the ages, and it was submitting to me. Before long I had her bent over, receiving my cock from behind. And as I quickened my pace and pushed harder and harder against her cute ass, she began to push back in time with my thrusts. She now leaned on one hand, and covered her own mouth with the other. The sounds of each thrust into her warm, waiting pussy and the rustling of leafs were all that spoke of our presence in the night as she fought desperately to contain the moans of her body's unconscious appreciation.

The risk of being discovered magnified the pleasure more than I expected. Well, that or perhaps the pleasures of an elven body are just more overwhelming than a mortal woman could hope to provide. In any case, I made no effort not to reach my climax inside of her. Indeed, I pushed as deeply as I could one last time before erupting inside of her. On hand circled her hip and held her close in that last, final thrust as I drained shot after shot of cum inside her. Her body quaked and her pussy tightened, apparently finding her own orgasm in this final moment.

I pulled out slowly (not wanting to leave the heat and pleasure she offered). She made no sound, but stayed in the position I left her in momentarily -- apparently lost to the moment. As she started to stand on uncertain feet I noticed the trickle of my semen escaping her, trailing aimlessly down her long legs. She grabbed the torn remains of her robe, and we walked together back to the safety of our earlier small field. Here we drank more, quietly. With the last dregs of wine drained, we abandoned the bottles and began to head back to town. And, as we left that field, she finally spoke.

"I can appreciate a night of carnal pleasure, but next time mayhap you could reveal your intentions earlier in the future?" Her hand found mind in the darkness, as we walked. "I have a friend I'd like you to meet, Taryn."

I squeezed her hand softly in return.

"Call me 'Master.'"

She paused, and turned to me.

"As you wish, Master..."