Those Who Fuck Elves Ch. 02

"Not at all, my princess, in fact you were close to having me spill my seed," said Lothar. "But first I wanted to propose a new coupling. Have you yet had experience with being taken in the anal fashion?"

Felicia blushed and shook her head. She knew it was popular, especially among young elves, where the noble maidens had not yet married and given up their pussies.

"Do you wish to try?" asked Lothar.

Felicia was burning in her loins, her juices freely flowing from her arousal at sucking off Lothar. She desperately wanted to take him inside her, but knew it was out of the question. Perhaps taking him into her ass would be a suitable compromise, she thought. She wanted to please him, and so the request was an easy one to answer.

"Yes, I'll try," said Felicia, "but I fear it may hurt. I have no lotion with me."

Elven alchemists had long ago developed a great many lotions, oils and concoctions to aid in the pastime of sex. Anal sex required great lubrication, and a number of wonderful lotions had been created that made the experience much easier to bear.

"Ah, that is important, especially given how new you are to it," said Lothar. "I believe Aravir may possess some on him today. I shall ask him for it."

"Will he give you so freely after your argument?" asked Felicia.

"He will have calmed by now, and he is still a close friend," smiled Lothar. "He will happily agree, you'll see."

Lothar pulled his trousers back up and Felicia straightened her clothes and wiped her lips, and together the two young elves made their way back to the glade, arms around each other and stopping almost every step to kiss one another passionately.

When at last they returned to the glade, they were startled but amused to find the petite and raven haired Morgan on her back upon the moss ground, with Aravir between her spread legs and fucking the young elf vigorously. Aravir was lying almost completely on top of Morgan, his tall body covering most of her. Felicia could only see her face poking out from under Aravir's shoulder, whimpering and moaning in pleasure, and her thighs spread open to allow Aravir full access to her tight and moist pussy.

Felicia pouted with some jealousy at the sight. As a princess, Felicia was under enormous social pressure to keep her virginity until a suitable marriage alliance had been made for her. However Morgan, as a lesser aristocrat, was not bound to such conventions and had taken many a lover into her sacred pussy. Felicia desperately wanted to be filled like that one day, but she would have to take a husband first.

Felicia and Lothar arrived at the grunting, writhing, fucking elven entanglement that was Morgan and Aravir and exchanged friendly greetings. Aravir happily thrust himself a dozen more times into Morgan then pulled out to talk with Lothar. His earlier aggression had faded, perhaps spent in Morgan and the human slave, and he chatted warmly with Lothar, sneaking glances at Felicia as Lothar explained what he needed.

"You are in luck, my friend and my dear princess," laughed Aravir. "I have one such vial on me today for anal lubrication, and was about to use it on Morgan earlier, but she insisted on having me fuck her delightful pussy instead. You two may take it with my blessing, but with one condition."

"What condition is that?" asked Lothar.

"You must proceed with the fucking you intend right here and now upon the green grounds of the glade, alongside Morgan and I," said Aravir. "It will be good to partake in it publically. Relish in it. I will continue to fuck the insatiable Morgan here right next to you."

"What do you think, princess?" asked Lothar.

"I'm not sure," said Felicia, blushing.

"Come on, Felicia, you'll enjoy it," encouraged Morgan as she propped herself up.

"Oh, alright," Felicia agreed. She was far too horny to resist by this point.

Within mere moments, a grinning Lothar had lubed his cock with the slick potion oil that Aravir had provided him with. Felicia had trouble simply waiting and staring at Lothar's engorged elven cock, and found her hands roaming to her soft moistening pussy beneath her skirt almost unconsciously. As she played with herself, Aravir had repositioned Morgan onto her hands and knees and took up position behind her.

For a moment Felicia wondered whether Morgan too was about to take a cock up her ass, but Aravir seemed content enough for the moment with the brunette's elven pussy, and plunged in swiftly, drawing a sharp scream from Morgan as she was penetrated.

As Felicia watched Aravir begin to thrust bodily into Morgan, her petite body shunted back and forth with each urgent stroke, she kept playing with herself. Watching her friend get fucked in such a deliciously debauched way was filling her with all kinds of new sexual sensations, and the more she took in with her bright blue eyes, the more Felicia moaned and gasped from playing with herself, her arousal reaching new heights.

Then suddenly Lothar was there, standing above her, his cock lubricated and trembling, and his desire clear. Felicia had almost forgotten about the elven stud, lost in the voyeurism of watching Morgan and Aravir's coupling.

Lothar had eyes only for Felicia, although he did seem to take inspiration from Aravir and Morgan's positioning. With a firm hand, Lothar gently pushed Felicia into position on her hands and knees beside Morgan, so that both the elven girls were now side by side in what Felicia had heard was commonly referred to as 'the style of the dog'.

Felicia glanced over at Morgan next to her, and saw her friend wink back even as she moaned from being rhythmically fucked, her body swaying forwards and back on each thrust of cock from Aravir.

Suddenly, Felicia cried out as something unexpected happened. Lothar had propped Felicia's peachy ass up into the air just enough that he now pressed his lips and tongue against her quivering pussy. Felicia screamed in delight and dug her fingers into the soft, mossy ground of the glade. The feeling was incredible. The flutter of Lothar's lips and tongue upon her sex had Felicia in unexpected spasms of ecstasy. Her fingers were already working magic on herself not moments earlier, and now, swiftly and powerfully, Felicia could feel her whole body writhe and shake as she was racked by the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" moaned Felicia.

Everything seemed to slow down, as if an age were passing, and Felicia felt herself screaming out in ecstatic joy, her body convulsing, her legs shaking. Felicia had reached orgasm many times before, but only ever by herself when she took to playing with her pussy in the privacy of her bed chamber. It was something else to experience such a thing by the work of an elven male; and his lips and tongue no less.

Felicia's lips were open and pursed in a perfect circle as she breathed ragged and came down from her orgasmic heights. She could faintly hear Aravir and even Morgan congratulating Lothar on a job well done, but it all seemed so far away. She felt as if she could drift off into a world of dreaming.

However, Felicia was abruptly thrown back into full and sudden awareness as she suddenly felt something huge and hard press insistently upon her ass hole.

She looked back over her shoulder to see Lothar hiking up her skirt further, revealing the round rosy cheeks of her perky elven backside. Lothar was looking down at her ass with intense concentration and then gave a slow but mighty push with his pelvis.

"Goddess!" gasped Felicia.

Felicia threw her head back and felt her eyes go wide as she felt the head of Lothar's thick and powerful cock slip surprisingly easily into her unclaimed ass. Although the lotion on Lothar's dick made the entry smooth, his sheer size in such a small and tight confine as her ass made the feeling uniquely uncomfortable and erotic at the same time.

The relative ease of the passage only seemed to spur Lothar on however. He had now grasped Felicia's tiny waist and gripping it tightly for leverage, pushed and thrust the rest of his member fully up Felicia's tight ass.

"Uuuuuhnnnghh!" grunted Felicia, her face contorted in shock as she found herself accommodating Lothar's entire elven cock within her ass.

"Ohhhh, princess, you feel incredible!" gasped Lothar, beginning to thrust back and forth.

Felicia was experiencing far too intense a sexual congress to reply coherently. She moaned and grunted and bit her lip and screamed, her body jerking back and forth much as Morgan's was next to her. Both the elven girls, on their hands and knees, were quite a sight. Two of the most attractive and eligible young elven ladies in the Kingdom, side by side, and fucked upon the mossy glade ground.

A small scattering of the other elves in the glade had gathered to watch the spectacle, giving words of encouragement or simply watching entranced.

"Uuuhhhh, aahhhh, ohhhh Goddess!" Felicia groaned as she was taken powerfully by Lothar in her ass.

Lothar's desire had grown more frantic and urgent, and now he pushed down on Felicia's back until she collapsed to the ground, lying flat and face first in the moss and grass of the glade. Lothar, still buried up her ass, lay down on top of her back, his warmth pervading her, his cock pulsing inside her.

Felicia could feel Lothar breathing upon her neck and cheek, and her whole body shuddered with strange discomfit and pleasure from each vigorous thrust Lothar gave her, impaling himself in her. Felicia enjoyed the strange feeling, but especially the knowledge that she was giving Lothar pleasure with her nubile young elven body. She wanted to please him. With each thrust growing more forceful, sharp and desperate, Felicia felt herself feverishly wanting Lothar to spill his seed. In her, upon her, wherever he wanted, she didn't care as long as it was through the use of her body that he came.

Next to her, Aravir and Morgan were reaching just such a conclusion. Aravir had pulled out from Morgan's soaking pussy, and without hesitation she had spun around and devoured his cock into her mouth.

"Aaaargh, drink it all, Morgan!" grunted Aravir as he held Morgan's head to his crotch, clutching her raven locks of hair in his fingers as he unloaded and spent himself inside her mouth.

As Felicia watched this out of the corner of her eye, Lothar plundered her ass at a feverish pace until he too pulled out and found himself bursting upon the small of Felicia's arching back. She could feel the hot bursts of sticky white seed splash upon her skin, some streaks reaching as high as her shoulders, while the rest streamed out onto her generous ass cheeks.

As Lothar slowly withdrew from Felicia's ass, applause broke out all around them in the glade. Felicia propped herself up enough to see that seemingly every elf in the glade had been watching her coupling with Lothar. Now they congratulated her on her latest initiation into the world of sex she had embarked on.

Felicia turned to see Morgan staring at her with those piercing green eyes. There was something about Morgan's expression that unnerved her, but she could not work out why, and pushed the thought out of her head.

"How was that, Morgan?" asked Felicia.

"Perfect," smiled Morgan. "There's just one more thing I have to show you, and then you'll be ready for what comes next."

"I think I hardly survived this," laughed Felicia weakly. "What could possibly come next?"

"You'll see, princess," said Morgan. "You'll see."