Potions and Herbs Ch. 01

"Sex, you mean?"

His bluntness and direct gaze had Elayne squirming in her seat. She felt crimson heat spread on her cheeks as she nodded.

Shrugging, he broke off another chunk of roll. "One does not need a female to sate his needs. A lower ranking warrior's ass will do just fine." He folded his hands, leaned closer to her. "Why don't you tell me the true reason for your visit?"

Blushing even deeper as the thought of the males taking each other shot a burst of heat to her loins, Elayne tried to come up with a suitable answer. True, she'd come here to fulfil her fantasy. But the open, casual discussion of the subject, and the fact that he seemed to have seen right through her cover, were disconcerting. "I wanted to reach out to you, to extend my friendship. Hoping it would bridge the gap between our people." In her mind, she gave herself a congratulatory pat on the back for her quick thinking.

Another smile turned up the corner of his mouth. Not just lively, but smart, he noted. "And what do you wish to gain in return?"

"Gain?" Confused, she looked at him.

Lord Athíahn pursed his lips. "Coin, trade. Certain favors. There are a lot of things humans wish to gain from us. It would surprise you to learn the number of people willing to do just about anything to better their position with those in power. Not just with elves."

Frowning, Elayne pondered it. "I know nothing of striving to attain higher status. I'm a simple village healer, and rather much content with my life."

Nodding slowly, Lord Athíahn leaned back in his seat. "I believe you."

Still, he regarded her contemplatively, and Elayne couldn't help but wonder what went on in his head. There was no hint of what he was thinking to be found in his expression. She debated leaving, since it seemed the elves were not inclined to take advantage of a willing woman. Or any other female, for that matter. Then he gestured to a warrior seated at another table.

"Ríamun."

At his command, the black elf instantly rose, walked over. "My lord?"

He was tall and broad as well, Elayne noted, his body lined with numerous scars. His eyes shone golden as he stood proud and straight, awaiting further orders.

"This woman is a healer. Drop your pants, and let her tend to your wound."

Elayne's eyes grew to the size of saucers when Ríamun's fingers loosened the string on his tight leather breeches. From where she sat, his groin was but a few inches away from her face.

Noting her astonishment, Lord Athíahn chuckled. "We can, on occasion, award those under us with healing," he explained. "Ríamun is second in my line of command. He has proven himself worthy time and again."

Gulping, Elayne tried to ignore the exotic cock right in front of her eyes, focused on the long, deep gash on his muscular upper thigh instead. "This wound will need more than one treatment." She ran her finger cautiously around the jagged edges of torn flesh. "It requires stitches, really. Although it might be too late."

"No stitches." Lord Athíahn's tone left no room for argument. "We can talk about another treatment once I've seen an example of your services."

Elayne picked a jar of cleaning tincture, carefully flushed the wound. Then chose another one, gently applied the herbal salve. To her dismay, the exotic cock hardened rapidly with her ministrations, and soon stood fully erect. She couldn't help glancing at it from time to time, and just managed to stop herself from licking her lips.

It was black, like the rest of his body. A narrow tip, about the width of a finger and half an inch long, extended from the front of an otherwise human-like head. The shaft was covered in tiny, triangular crests she was sure could be clearly felt by whomever he bedded. What fascinated her most were the short, bulbous muscles on both sides of the base of his cock. She'd seen them swell rapidly into a formidable knot upon release whenever she'd watched the elven warriors masturbate.

"Go ahead. Suck him."

Elayne's head whipped around to face Lord Athíahn. Had she heard him right?

At her stunned expression, he let out a short laugh. "You're not the first woman to seek out an elven male to add a little spice to her life. This is what you're after, isn't it? Go ahead," he repeated. Then winked. "We are also allowed to award those under us with the use of a woman, as long as it doesn't happen too frequently."

This wasn't at all how Elayne had imagined it. She'd pictured some small talk, some flirtation. A slow build-up, easing into it. Not like she needed any of those things. Her loins were throbbing with arousal, her pussy was slick with moisture. Her body was ready, more than ready, to get on with it. Still, it felt somewhat odd for the men to be so blatantly direct about it. Then again, this was her one chance to make her fantasies come true. And she'd be darned before she missed it.

Firmly pushing all shyness aside, she replaced the jars she'd used in the basket, then turned her attention back to the warrior. He seemed to sense her hesitation, for he cradled the back of her head in his large hand. And firmly pushed her face toward his waiting cock.

It was hot, so hot, she thought as the head passed through her lips. Much warmer than a human's. The tiny crests lining the shaft tickled her mouth. Her pussy quivered as she imagined how they would feel sliding through her walls. Despite its manageable length, the shaft was thick, and pulsed strongly against her tongue. Still, the narrow tip nudged at the entrance of her throat before her lips reached the bulbous muscles that would form his knot.

To her relief, he didn't force his flared head any deeper, but simply rested his hand on the back of her head, trusting her to pleasure him. Determined to prove to them that they would not regret their choice—and utterly aroused—she began to slide her mouth up and down the exotic shaft.

Her tongue fluttered over the thick, human-like ridge on the underside, around the flared crown. The tip of his head was particularly sensitive, she noticed, and spend a few moments now and then sucking on it, and flicking it with her tongue.

When the muscles around the base of his shaft slowly began to swell, she gently, cautiously wrapped her hand around them, uncertain of how he would react. His deep, low moan assured her he enjoyed the stimulation, so she began to massage them gently.

The first trickles of fluid coated her tongue, hotter even than his cock and sweet of taste. Emboldened, she began to alternate her suction, her pressure, her pace, the length and depth of her mouth's ministrations.

He moaned once more, and the powerful muscles of his flared flanks trembled. Her free hand caressed his strong upper thigh, the hard plains of his rippling stomach. When she firmed her grip around his swelling knot, rotated her palm lightly, the drops of liquid dripping from his slit turned into a steady stream.

Playful now, since he was letting her have fun, she briefly pulled her mouth off his cock, held out her tongue. His pre-seed cascaded onto it like a tiny waterfall, and she swallowed, laughed into his beautiful, golden eyes. Then tilted her head, studied the tiny tube that now protruded from the narrow tip of his cockhead curiously. She lapped at the liquid that poured from it, felt him jerk and shudder.

Extremely sensitive, she noted. Then startled when it fluttered up and down. Most interestingly endowed, indeed, she mused, then slid her mouth back down his shaft. She sucked him firmly now, her tongue dancing all over his cock. And felt the flutters of the tiny tube more frequently. Her hand moved in rhythm with her mouth, rotating, moving up and down his thick shaft.

The dark elf's fingers twisted into her hair, moved her head over him faster. His flanks began to thrust the cock into her mouth, and the muscles around its base grew larger. Her lips bumped into them now every time his cockhead nudged at the entry to her throat. The stream of pre-seed flowed steadily.

Greedily, Elayne swallowed every last drop of the sweet liquid.

She felt his whole shaft grow harder and hotter, until the wide flare behind his head caught at her lips with every stroke. The thick ridge on the underside of his shaft pulsed a rhythmic beat against her tongue. The gorgeous male's breathing grew deeper, more labored. His body tightened and tensed. She almost expected the base of his cock to explode into a full knot any moment, knew his release was near.

Suddenly, he yanked back her head, held it tightly in place by her hair. Freed from her mouth, the firm little tube at the tip of the shaft wiggled frantically up and down in front of her eyes.

Elayne glanced up to see the dark elf looking at his leader. Lord Athíahn slowly nodded in answer to the silent question.

Releasing her hair, Ríamun grabbed Elayne's upper arm, pulled her to her feet. Then turned her around, pressed her upper body down over the table with a large hand between her shoulder blades. Lifting her skirts, he threw them carelessly over her lower back to expose her rump.

She sucked in a sharp breath when he roughly nudged her feet apart with his, stepped between her legs. This was what she had fantasized about for so many months. She still couldn't believe her dreams were about to come true.

"Nice and wet, this one."

His words were shortly followed by the narrow tip of his cockhead sliding through the moisture between her swollen folds. He brushed it up and down a few times, teasing her. Then, certain the tip was lodged firmly in her entrance, his flanks surged forward with one violent thrust.

Elayne's head flew back, the strangled sound that burst from her lungs part scream, part moan. He was hard, so hard, stretching her much further than any human cock had ever done. And so incredibly hot. She could clearly feel the thick ridge on the underside of his shaft pulse against her walls. Then the little tube began to flutter against her womb—a breathtaking sensation.

He gave her only a moment to adjust to his sizeable girth. Then he drew back until the wide flare behind his head tugged at the muscles of her entrance. And thrust back in, began to pound her with long, hard strokes.

The tiny ridges lining his shaft scraped over her walls, her inner pleasure spot, the bottom of her clit. The stimulation felt incredible, made her hyperaware of the glide of the exotic cock as it slid from her entrance to her womb and back.

Arching her back, she pushed her hips against his groin, met him thrust for thrust. In answer, the dark elf wrapped strong hands around her waist, surged into her even harder. The muscles at the base of his shaft swelled further and further with every stroke, opening her wider and wider.

Her fingers dug into the table as she gasped, mewled, whimpered, moaned with every deep, rough stroke. The challenge of the added girth, the marvelous sensations caused by the exotic shape of the cock drove her pleasure higher and higher until she was rushing toward her peak.

Then the base grew even thicker, stretching her almost painfully. Elayne's eyes flew open, and she puffed out her cheeks. It was becoming near impossible to take him. Still, she marveled at the way he filled her, so different from anything she'd ever felt before. Labored breaths rushed from her lungs as she fought to accept each furious stroke, mixed with his deep moans of pleasure.

Finally, he drove into her one last time. Then stilled, sheathed to the hilt inside of her. Nudged against her womb, the little tube fluttered up and down madly. The strange movement provided the most amazing stimulation. She felt her body tighten, her toes and fingers begin to tingle. If he moved so much as an inch, she'd go flying over the edge, she knew.

But he stayed perfectly still.

Her eyes rolled back, and she sucked in sharp puffs of air when the walls around her entrance were opened wider, wider as the base of his shaft thickened rapidly. The bulging muscles there quivered, trembled, pulsed as they expanded steadily.

Then, suddenly, the base of his cock exploded into full knot. And she thought she would burst from the pressure. It felt incredible—agonizingly uncomfortable, ecstatically pleasurable. Kept right at the very edge of release, Elayne danced from foot to foot, caught between wanting to escape and shoving her walls, stretched to their limits, over him some more.

The dark elf's seed shot searing hot against her womb, his thick shaft jerked and bucked inside her tight confines. The little tube continued wiggling quickly up and down, the knot pulsed a pounding beat against the sensitive nerves at her entrance.

It massaged her inner pleasure spot, her clit with tremendous pressure. She wiggled, rotated her hips, trying to push herself over the edge. She was almost to the point of cresting when, just as suddenly as it had formed, the knot deflated.

An instant later, Ríamun yanked his cock free, leaving her empty, quivering, clenching on air. The groan that pressed through her lips was one of pure frustration. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to stimulate her throbbing clit. But it was of no use. After that mind-blowing stretch, her body demanded penetration.

"Quite skilled, I see." Lord Athíahn rose from his seat. "I'm certain Ríamun's wound feels better already."

Elayne glared at him from narrowed eyes, but he only chuckled. Then ran his large, calloused hand over her exposed rump.

"You're well versed in certain arts. I give you that." Stepping behind her, he traced a finger through her soaking wet folds, fluttered it over her clit. "We'll see if you do just as well when I put you to the test."

Out of the corner of her eyes, Elayne saw his leather breeches sink to the floor. A moment later, his thick, hot cockhead slid into her moist entrance. She moaned, elated to be filled once more when he gently moved it back and forth. Then ground her teeth when he withdrew.

Bracing herself for another rough penetration, she tensed when his cock travelled upward instead. And sucked in a breath, willed her body to relax as his narrow tip pressed against her rosebud. Soon, the whole inch of it was firmly lodged inside of her nether hole. And, without hesitation, his flanks thrust forward.

She let out a high-pitched squeal as the wide flare behind his cockhead forced her tight rings open, broke through. Her muscles clamped down like a vise around the shaft behind it, but he continued his rather fast and ruthless descend.

It burned, oh it burned when the tiny little crests lining his shaft scraped through her dry, tight inner rings. Squirming, she tried to ease his harsh entry, felt his hands grip her hips to hold her still. She loved being taken this way. Had always fantasized about a man breaching her rosebud with force. But the dry penetration, the girth of the exotic shaft, made reality more than bit uncomfortable.

As if reading her thoughts, he leaned over her, sheathed to the hilt inside her protesting ass. "Don't worry. My pre-seed will soon make this more bearable."

Then he pulled back, let the flare behind his cockhead tug on her inner rings a few times before thrusting deep inside of her again. And began to take his pleasure. His strokes were smooth and long at first, slowed by her dry, tightly clutching muscles.

Rearing up, Elayne gasped for air, prayed he would hurry up and leak some of the much-needed fluid already. Still, her clit was on fire, thrumming, throbbing even as her rosebud burned and struggled around the thick intruder. Her pussy clenched, released, clenched released as it yearned to be filled.

Then she felt it, the first streams of pre-seed soothing her stinging ass. To her dismay, it eased his movements, and he soon began to thrust in and out of her hard and fast. Legs spread wide, she could only rest on the table and take it as he sated himself. And revel in the fact that more than one of her fantasies were being fulfilled tonight.

Knowing her body would adjust, she waited out the sharper stabs of pain caused by the stretch, the countless little ridges on his shaft as they passed through her clutching rings. Then began to moan steadily as they turned into the dull ache she loved so much.

The exotically shaped cock had felt amazing in her pussy. In her ass, the feeling was indescribable. The ridges made her that much more sensitive as his shaft slid through her nether hole, now slick and moist with his pre-seed. The girth worked her tight rings harder than ever before, left her breathless, gasping with immensely pleasurable sensations.

The dark elf leader's smooth, fast strokes quickly drove her right back toward her peak. Kept her there, suspended in the moment right before ecstasy. The occasional little flutters of the tube protruding from his narrow tip almost pushed her over the edge. She was close, so close, when her rosebud started stinging once more. And she realized his knot was forming.

Huffing out short, little breaths, she tried to use the added stretch to find her own release. But the burning caused by the ever-expanding muscles around his base soon became too strong. Her pleasure retreated, then shot back up. Each time the knot grew, the process repeated. She felt as if she were riding the wild waves of a stormy sea of pleasure until, finally, she stayed buzzing on the height of it again.

Yet, once more, she hovered on the edge, caught between ecstasy and agony. Unable to crest, unwilling to surrender. The base of his cock grew and grew as he continued his fast, hard thrusts, until she thought she'd have to give in after all, and beg for mercy.

Finally, his flanks surged forward one last time, and he froze, sheathed deep inside of her ass. The little tube at the tip of his cock fluttered frantically up and down. When his wide base stretched her tight rings repeatedly in a staccato rhythm as it pulsed, Elayne's whole body tightened. Pressure built and built in her core, preparing to explode into a mind-blowing release. Her toes and fingers curled, tingled, and she held her breath as she waited.

His knot inflated to full size in an instant, stretching her brutally wide. The sudden shock sent her flying over the edge, and she screamed out her pleasure as her body convulsed and jerked. Spurred by the contractions, the jumps of his cock as it shot spurts of molten seed into her bowels, the throbbing knot holding her rings wide open, her release seemed to drag on forever.

Just as she thought she could take no more, it deflated, and he pulled his cock free. Panting, she collapsed over the table, not trusting her legs to hold her up. Her rosebud, swollen, red, and angry, twitched as it closed up.

Ríamun set a mug in front of her. Grabbing it, she drank greedily. Beads of sweat trailed down her back, and she felt languid and lazy. She couldn't remember a time she had peaked so hard, and decided she was glad she'd come here tonight. Slowly, the last tremors of release quieted, and she straightened, brushed down her skirts. Figuring the elves were likely done with her, she prepared to say her goodbyes.

Then her brows winged up when a still naked Ríamun sat on the table, turned, then reclined. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw the other elves by the window stroking their cocks. And began to worry.

"Do not concern yourself with them. They will not bother you." Lord Athíahn's voice pulled her gaze to him. "But we are not so easily sated. And there are skills of yours we've yet to test." Stepping closer, he untied the laces of her skirt, let it slip to the floor. Then motioned a hand to where Ríamun was lying comfortably on his back. "It's time you showed us how you work," he whispered in her ear. "Seeing how you let us do all the work before."

Hesitating, since her pussy was a bit sore from experiencing its first knotting, not to even mention her ass, she wondered if she hadn't bitten off more than she could chew. At the impatient nudge from Lord Athíahn, she decided to make the best of it. After all, it wasn't every day a girl had a chance to have an encounter like this. And the elves seemed determined to make this a night she would remember.