Can't Keep a Good Elf Down Ch. 07

"Coffee?" Fiona blinked in surprise. "Welllll ... sure, coffee sounds good, I guess." She linked arms with Psly again, and they drifted down the street towards an open-air bakery with picnic tables lining its front porch, known for its exquisite coffee blends. They stood in line for a pair of iced mocha-espresso drinks, and sat at one of the outer corner tables to take a load off their feet, facing each other across the table. Both Fiona and Psly took a sip quietly, watching a few people walking in the distance, before Psly again brought up the subject of the photo shoot.

"Oh. That." Fiona giggled, blushing softly. "You really wanna know why I brought that up, don't you?" She sighed, looking off into the distance. "Well, you remember that guy who I dated back then, don't you?"

Psly nodded quietly. "Grey somethin'r'othah. Ah also recollect he din't really like y'posin' like y'were. Din't y'all break up right aftah thaht?" He watched her, studying her body language, and concentrating on using the Opal to very lightly touch the insides of Fiona's thighs. He had other targets in mind, but felt that a slow build-up would yield much better results than a direct attack.

Fiona sighed, unconsciously leaning forward and opening her knees to the touch she barely felt. If it hadn't been for the distracting conversation, she would've taken much more notice of her posture. "Yeah. He turned out to be a real jealous ass. Kept on saying how I should just sleep with all the guys in Rhy'Din and get it over with." Sullen anger competed with involuntary response in her mind.

Pslyder also leaned forward a touch, lengthening the stroking to come to mid-thigh as Fiona sipped her coffee drink. "Ah figured's much. But Ah'd be willin' ta bet a sackfulla gold thaht y'had a blast durin' th' shoot." He grinned, looking at her over the mirrorshades. "In fact, Ah'd almost call thaht a sucker bet."

Fiona giggled, ducking her head and blushing hotly, looking around for anyone listening in to the conversation, the latent anger draining out of her in a rush before it could spoil her mood. "That was fun, wasn't it? I thought you were gonna break the bar, knocking your head on it like you were. Everyone's always thinking of me as 'that blacksmith girl', or 'that girl with the weapons shop'. They sure changed their tune after that!" She pushed back, humming softly to herself. "Never anything serious, though. I wish I knew why." Fiona's active conscious may not have picked up on the sensations from her legs, but other portions of her anatomy did. Her quim nearly flowing with anticipation almost matched the rock-hard stiffness in her nipples, as they brushed the fabric with every move she made.

Psly laughed, propping his chin on a fist, resting his elbow on the table. "Right. Ah tell ya though ... if'n it weren't fer th' jackass, thaht photo shoot would'a had quite a different wrap-up. Ah ain' gon' lie, petit, y'damn near had me bustin' outta mah britches playin' thaht switch-game like y'did. Ribbon an' whipped cream? Bes' costume idea, ever." And speaking of britches-busting, Psly surreptitiously shifted to relieve the pressure of a rapidly swelling member against unforgiving denim.

Fiona's eyes darted downward, the motion not going unnoticed. Her eyelids fluttered, just once, as she breathed in deeply, her hips rocking gently in time with the unseen stroking. "That's some memory you've got, Psly ..." She spoke in a slightly husky voice, not able to keep her eyes on his mirrorshades. "In fact, I'd say you were replaying that scene in your head, right now as we're talking."

Psly just shook his head slowly. "Nope. Don' need replay in th' head. Just th' eyes. Ah record ev'rythang, remember? An' Ah ain' too proud t'admit t'bein' quite put out when y'locked yerself in th' back room so's nobody could get at'cha." He winked at Fiona, letting the strokes trail almost entirely up to her now swollen lips, lightly tugging the hem of the skirt up in the process to rest higher on her lap.

The movement of the skirt, however, did not escape Fiona's attention. She blinked and looked down before the motion of the skirt could cease, then slowly looked up at Psly again with a knowing smirk. "It's you, isn't it? You're doing this ... with that Opal of yours. And before, too ... you sneaky elf you." She closed her eyes then, slowly, placing her palms on the bench and easing her shoulders back.

Psly's eyebrow went up as he noticed what that movement did to her already impressive bust, and he narrowed his eyes, looking at her. "And if'n Ah said it was, whaht then?" Just to see what would happen, Psly shifted his target, stroking the cleft of her labia with the power of the Opal, directed by his mind.

Fiona couldn't help but moan softly, her hips shifting forward as if trying to get more pressure. "Pslyder ... if you ... stop that ... I swear ... I will ... kill you." Fiona's breathing hitched each time Psly's attention moved nearer to her button, and she let her head fall backwards as she began to shudder, each shifting of her hips causing the skirt to rise higher, until finally Psly's astute eyes caught a hint of white under the green.

He chuckled softly, increasing the pressure increment by minute increment, watching the flush crawl up Fiona's tautly stretched neck, and hearing the scrape of fingernails across rough wood. His hand drifted towards his fly, trying desperately to shift his almost turgid member somewhere more comfortable. Then when he noticed Fiona starting to tremble violently, he stopped!

Fiona's head snapped forward, glaring at Psly with an obvious snarl, which subdued when he held up a finger and pointed towards the baker in the window, staring at her with a dumbfounded expression. "Ah don' think we bes' be finishin' thaht up heah. Might wind up getting' tossed out."

Psly had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when Fiona nearly fell all over herself in her rush to escape the picnic bench. She only gave him a second to stand before she tugged at his arm insistently, her face flushed. "C'mon then! If we gotta go somewhere, then we gotta go now!" Fiona half-dragged him off the patio, leaving their drinks behind mostly untouched. Psly stumbled after her, grinning like a madman, and hatched another evil plot. Fiona nearly dropped to the ground as she felt another type of pressure, as if someone had cupped their hand over her opening and began vibrating. Panting and looking around frantically, she changed course, pulling Psly into a nearby alleyway.

Psly stood at the mouth of the alley, partially blocking any view, watching in amusement as Fiona struggled to stand upright and face him. "Oh ... okay ... you bastard ... gah ... stop toying with me all ... already!" Her breathing seemed to stop as her eyes traveled down Psly as he leaned against a wall nonchalantly. She rushed toward him, her fingers fumbling at his fly to get ahold of the swollen prize inside. Psly took half a step backwards, giving way against this new assault, and mumbled softly. "Hmmmm."

Fiona's knees went weak as she felt the cupping take on a new shape, feeling more like a ridged cylinder trying to wedge itself into her folds. Every time her fingers undid another button of Psly's fly, she felt the cylindrical thing slide along her slit, the ridges wiggling her clit slowly, but with increasing pressure and pleasure. Her knees finally gave out as the last button came undone, and her hands grasped at the exposed length of Psly's aroused penis. Fiona wrapped her hands around him, staring at the small droplet that oozed out from the tip, licking her lips in anticipation. She took the head into her mouth, letting out a squeak as she felt the sensation between her thighs speed up, almost as if rewarding her for the action.

Psly let the back of his head thump against the wall, a low growl forming in his chest as Fiona began suckling at the length of his shaft. She wasn't trying to take the entire thing at once, but her enthusiasm just couldn't be ignored. He heard Fiona's breathing start to become ragged, and looked down as she paused in her oral ministrations, watching as she roughly pinched at a nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Psly reached down to take a hold of her sides, lifting her up and spinning them around, placing her back against the wall as Fiona's eyes locked onto his over the 'shades. She used his grip to lift one of her legs, curling it over his hip to draw Psly into her with a grunt.

Psly moaned as her movement sank his erection to the hilt in her silky warmth. He withdrew slowly, almost completely, before slamming into Fiona again, causing her to gasp as she stared at him open-mouthed. Fiona whimpered each time Psly's pelvis crashed into hers, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders for support as she tried valiantly to get him deeper and deeper still.

A grunt escaped from Psly every time he thrust forward, one hand dropping to cup under her ass while the other slid up her torso, bringing the linen of her top with it as he began kneading her now-exposed breast in his grasp. Fiona shuddered, whispering softly, "Oh gods ... oh ... oh gods ... ungh ..."

Psly's own breathing was becoming hoarse and halting, when he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye. Quickly, he ducked out of Fiona's arms, withdrawing completely, and pulled her away from the wall and in front of him before she could protest. Fiona whined as Psly spun her around, until she found herself bent at the waist with Psly behind her, giving her just enough time to squeak before the grip on her hips yanked her backwards, driving the wind from her in a rush as his cock slammed into her.

Fiona's hands drifted down, pulling her top up and away from her swinging breasts, taking ahold of both nipples in her fingers as Psly pounded into her from behind. She felt that familiar trembling again, hoping Psly wouldn't keep her from the stampede of an orgasm she'd felt building all this time, when she felt him lean down and heard a whispering voice in her ear.

"We've got company, petit." Fiona's eyes flew open at Psly's mumbled words, gaping in disbelief at the other end of the alleyway, where the image of the shoe-store clerk staring in shock at them presented itself in full-color glory. She tried to speak, but it was at that moment when her body decided enough was enough, and a full panoply of fireworks exploded in her brain.

"OH GODS!!!!!" Fiona shrieked as Psly caught her, growling out his own release as her channel twitched and flexed violently around his shaft. Her hands hit the ground as her knees gave way again, her quim reluctantly letting go of Psly's penis with an oddly wet shlurping noise when she fell forward, gasping for breath. The spattering of the last of Psly's copious load landing against the bare skin of her back barely registered as she fought to breathe against the waves of her powerful orgasm.

Psly muttered a curse as he looked around, knowing that Fiona's yelling wouldn't go unnoticed by the populace at large, frantically tucking his softening member back into his pants and buttoning the fly. He reached down to scoop up the trembling form of Fiona, and launched upwards in a powerful, Opal-assisted leap to the rooftop of the next building.

Psly knelt down, paying no heed to the combination of their juices leaking out of Fiona's still quivering cunt, holding her curled up form tight to him as her breathing slowed to normal. He slowly tried rearranging her clothing to a more normal state as she flopped back, laying limply in his arms before she reached up to take ahold of his wrist.

Fiona took a deep, shuddery breath, and looked into Psly's eyes, a smile forming on her lips. "Wow." She paused, and then the smile took over her features. "Is your weekend open, Psly?" She giggled as Psly responded with nothing more than a smirk, before she hugged tight to him as he ran across the rooftops back to her store.