Partners

Elirel could feel Gordon's mighty shaft throb and lurch almost violently inside her as he gasped his warning. She knew what was coming, and the instant he began to pull away, she knew exactly what she wanted. Thinking rationally, she would have probably dismissed the idea out of hand. It was stupid and dangerous, it wasn't worth the risk, she had no plan, no support... But in that moment, everything simply felt... right. Summoning up her last reserves of strength, she locked her ankles behind his back and pulled with all the strength she could muster. Taken by surprise, his hips slammed down as hers rose to meet them, planting every last inch of that big, brutish, beautiful cock deep inside her. Her inner walls were going wild, squeezing and rolling around the thick, veiny member, milking him for all they were worth. "Do it!" She cried out in desperation, legs trembling with effort.

Gordon was well past the point of no return by the time Elirel cried out, there was no time to fight it. All he could do was crane his head down, his lips mashing against hers in a furious, passionate kiss, and let go. His hips bucked, uncontrollably, pinning hers to the bed and grinding down onto her, instinctively making sure he was as deep as he could possibly go. The floodgates opened, and a raging sea of boiling lust coursed through him, setting his every nerve on fire. It surged up the length of his mighty wyrm, blasting forth from the fearsome beast with all the heat and force of dragonfire, great gouts of white-hot molten lust pouring into her welcoming depths in a mighty deluge of thick cream. He shook as he came, his every muscle twitching uncontrollably as his hot seed poured into her, a tidal wave of raw pleasure wiping his mind of everything but the sensation of unloading deep inside her and the feeling of her lips on his.

Elirel moaned into the kiss as Gordon pinned her to the bed. The moment was everything she never knew she craved. The moment she felt his fiery essence pouring into her sacred depths, flooding her womanly core with his hot, potent seed, it hit her. Ecstasy. Powerful, raw, divine ecstasy, more intense than any she'd ever experienced before. She was drowning in a sea of pure lust and burning up with raw pleasure, she was melting into him and he was melting into her, she was exploding and imploding, her soul expanding to overflow its mortal vessel and her mind falling eternally inward into blissful nothingness, she was everything at once and she was nothing at all. Time had no meaning while she was in ecstasy's grasp, it could have just as easily been an eternity as the blink of an eye, all she knew was when she could finally feel again, the first thing she felt was Gordon's lips on hers and his still-throbbing cock speared deep into her oversensitive slit.

Gordon's release seemed to go on forever, his fat balls tightening again and again as they pumped his seemingly endless load deep into Elirel's depths. His mighty weapon fired over and over, pouring his thick, creamy seed deep inside the little elf until she overflowed, literally, a lone rivulet of pearly cum escaping past her tightly-stretched entrance and around his pulsing shaft, only run down her upturned rear. Eventually, his load began to taper off, shots coming slower and slower until, with a final throb, it fired what had to be the very last drop in his body. All the while, their frenzied, passionate kiss calmed, becoming more relaxed, slow, sensual, and intimate, the two staying connected for a long while as they kissed tenderly by the moonlight.

Elirel made a tiny whimper of objection as Gordon raised his hips, smoothly withdrawing his somewhat-softened cock from her silken, cum-filled depths, her weak, trembling legs unable to offer much in the way of resistance, his movement effortlessly breaking out of their hold. Their lips and tongues continued to dance for a little while longer before he shifted above her, pushing himself up from his elbows to his hands, rising out of reach of her lips, the kiss breaking with a soft smack, her hands falling away from his shoulders. She kept her eyes closed for another moment, savoring the blissful glow lingering in her soul after her earth-shaking orgasm, a drowsy grin on her face. In that moment, all was right with the world. When she opened her eyes again, she looked up at the pale, freckled, red-haired human, her partner, her lover, looking for his reaction.

Gordon's expression was serious. "I think... this might have been a mistake." He confessed.

Elirel froze, her smile falling away as his words sank in. "W... what?" She asked, fear and confusion on her face.

Gordon shook his head, gravely. "I... I don't think we can work together anymore."

"W... what?" Elirel asked again, the concern on her face turning to horror as she felt her stomach drop.

"Well... I mean, now that I know you're both incredibly sexy and amazing in bed, I don't think I'd be able to resist jumping you every chance I get." Gordon explained, failing to suppress his smirk as he nodded, sagely. "Ah! Fuck, right in the nipple..." he added a moment later, his mask of seriousness falling away as he half-grinned and half-winced, one hand coming up to cradle his punched pectoral.

Elirel scowled, glaring up at him, her fist still balled tight as Gordon slowly started to chuckle, letting himself topple over to the side, landing on the bed beside her with a heavy flop. "That wasn't funny!" She scolded, jabbing an elbow into his ribs, which only made him chuckle harder. "Jerk!" She added with annoyance, winding up for another elbow jab.

Gordon moved with surprising speed for one his size, swiftly wrapping his arms around Elirel and pulling the feisty elf girl into a tight embrace, cradling her against his chest and conveniently pinning down her arms in the process. "Okay, so nothing that extreme. But there are gonna be some changes." He commented, still grinning.

"Oh?" Elirel asked, dryly, her expression still sour.

"Well, for one, we're gonna have to start sharing a tent sometimes." Gordon grinned, playfully, before putting on a mock-serious face. "That is, of course, if you can stomach the smell."

Despite Elirel's best efforts to stay mad, the corner of her pout quirked up until it became a smirk. "I suppose I'll have to tough it out." She shot back, her smirk expanding to a full-blown grin as she looked up at Gordon. There was a moment of silence as they looked onto one-another's eyes, smiling warmly. Wordlessly, she craned her neck up, and he craned his down. The two met in the middle with a tender, loving kiss. By the light of the full moon, the two lovers, human and elf, kissed and held each other into the night until they finally drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.