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It is about Love. Love and Smut. That's the content. ♥
“Would you sit in the shallow water?” Anwyn asked, glancing back over her shoulder to the shore. “That would make my work easier.”
“Work?” Trálír asked with a raised eyebrow while his blue-green eyes showed the obvious amusement he felt. There was a cheeky grin on his lips.
“You know what I mean,” she replied with a laugh, placing her hands on his chest and gently pushing him backwards through the warm water so that he would start moving. The elf was only too happy to comply with Anwyn's request, walking provocatively slowly through the water towards the shore until it only reached his calves and he settled down. Not for a moment did he break eye contact with Anwyn while he supported himself with his hands in the sandy pebble mixture.
Unconsciously, he pulled his lower lip between his teeth and bit it to keep the rising excitement in his body at bay. Trálír felt his heartbeat accelerate steadily as Anwyn waded slowly through the water, her eyes were locked with his.
His gaze slid over her dress, which was wet up to her breasts and stuck to her body as she had climbed into the stream with it. He saw the edge of her underpants pressing against the wet fabric as well as the curves of her hips and breasts.
The wet cloth stuck so close to Anwyn's body that it hid nothing and literally exposed everything.
With a nervous swallow, his gaze slid to her breasts and the stiffly erect nipples that were clearly visible through the damp undergarment. As she lowered herself with a lascivious movement and knelt between Trálír's unconsciously open thighs, she smiled seductively at him.
His heart was loudly thumping as Anwyn leaned forward, allowing him more than a glimpse of her cleavage as the wet and heavy fabric pulled the undergarment down. It revealed more than just the base of her breasts.
Trálír swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes closed, tried to keep his control but when Anwyn pressed her halfnaked body against his to reach for the Soap next to him, he let out a stiffled moan.
Anwyn giggled in amusement and Trálír couldn't ignore the warm buzzing under his skin so he placed his hands on her waist, feeling the damp rough fabric under his fingertips, and leaned in to press his lips to her collarbone. He took his time to lick with the tip of his tongue over the delicate skin of her neck up to her earlobe. She tasted like the clear water of the freshwater spring, refreshing, revitalising, like life itself. Trálír felt how her breath quickened as he gently took her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled on it playfully. At the same time he moved his hands smoothly under the damp fabric to her thighs and let them slide slowly, very slowly, to the edge of her pants. He pressed his fingers into the cloth, massaging the underlying skin of her hips up to her buttocks with sensual movements.
Anwyn leaned back a little to put some distance between herself and Trálír, who took note of her movement with an anxious heart. He followed her movement and tried to steal a kiss from her lips, but Anwyn gently placed a hand on his chest and shook her head. Trálír tried to speak, tried to ask her why she pulled away from him, but couldn't find the right words.
It was a quiet, still moment, and then he saw how she spread the soap with a little water in her hands and before throwing it carefully into the grass next to their stripped clothes.
She looked at him for permission and asked in a hushed voice: ‘May I?’
Trálír answered her question with a relieved nod and closed his eyes trustingly.
His lungs were filling with air when he felt Anwyn's fingertips on his cheeks. Slowly and deliberately, they found their way to his forehead, down the bridge of his nose and touched his half-open lips. Trálír couldn't help but unconsciously lift his head, tongue darting over his top lip to taste Anwyn, who quickly slid her fingers to his chin, her touch a tender dance on his skin.
He felt Anwyn, still kneeling between his thighs, shift her position and before he could even think about what her next move was, he felt her cupping his chin in her hand and pressing her lips to his. He quickly opened his mouth, granting her the entry she demanded and their tongues tasted each other extensively. Her fingers slid with slow deliberation down his neck to his collarbone.
Trálír lovingly bit Anwyn's lower lip with his teeth, who responded to the tender bite with a soft sigh on her lips.
She gently broke away from his kiss and gave him a shy smile as she looked up to meet Trálír's eyes.
„Anwyn“, he whispered breathlessly and watched as she scooped up water with her hand and gently washed the soap lather off him.
She moved her hands from his shoulders over his toned upper arms down to his wrists. She tilted her head and lifted his arm slightly. For a brief moment, a hint of sadness was to see on her face as she became aware of the swollen hand, then she focused on gently examining the wound. He watched as she skillfully glided her gaze over the burst skin, carefully turning his hand left and right in search of tiny stones or similar particles of dirt, but she found nothing and so Anwyn stroked the knuckles with damp fingers, cleaning them carefully and then turning to his other hand.
Anwyn looked at Trálír while their fingers intertwined and his breath hitched from the effort of containing the overwhelming arousal building up on him.
A hot fire burned in his chest and desire ran through every single nerve in his body. He felt such a deep longing for Anwyn in his veines that it almost pushed him to the limits of his sanity, making him lose his fight for the self-control imposed on him.
Trálír heard his own voice inside him, whispering seductively that he should give in to his desires, pull Anwyn into his arms and press her to the ground. He would tear her undergarment in two within a breath, then spread her legs and slide wordlessly into her. He would pull her with his hands closer, forcing his cock deeper into her.
The agonizing heat inside him, the unbearable desire for Anwyn's body, her heart, her soul made Trálír whimper impatiently for more.
But when he had lost his heart to her, he had made her a promise of which she had no idea.
Contrary to his younger brother Tearlach's assumption, Trálír had certainly had physical experiences in his beryn fin*. In the elven community it was normal to indulge in each other, to have experiences, to explore and get to know each other. They were beautiful moments, pleasant memories and Trálír did not regret them, but they could not compare to the intimate moments he experienced with Anwyn.
Physical pleasure with other elves, regardless of gender, was like a good meal enjoyed together. There were no awkward moments, no jealousy between them, just the mutual exploration of their own lust, their physical desire.
And despite the open-minded experience of their own sexuality, there were many male elves, at least in the Blackwater Lands, who indulged in the allure of sharing their dark and secret desires with mostly humans or half-elves.
It was no great secret among the humans that the elves told lies with their beauty, their charisma and their forked tongues in order to conquer hearts that they broke after their physical pleasure without a guilty conscience. Trálír had also heard of many a desecration and he abhorred these acts with every fiber of his being.
Anwyn was more to him than just a night in a dark alley or several tens of days full of lust and passion in which he feasted on her only to tire of her and leave her behind with a broken heart.
Far be it from him to bewitch her with false words and then live out his sexual desires.
The closer he got to Anwyn, the more she confided in him, the more Trálír realized that he would never behave towards her like many elves who lived in these lands. Not only his needs would play a role in their mutual exploration, but both their desires.
And as deep as the desire in his lap was, as sweet as the pain was, he would not break his promise to Anwyn.
It was not yet time to take the final, definitive step of losing himself completely in the other.
And so Trálír took a deep breath before closing his eyes as he tried to ignore the twitching in his loins.
Anwyn released her finger from his and took her time, her finger sliding very slowly down his neck, down his chest, until she reached his stomach. Trálír's sweaty chest rose and fell with his quickening breath, a groan in his throat.
Her lips followed the path of her fingertips tantalizingly slow as her tongue left a burning trail of passion on Trálír's skin. She heard his moan as Anwyn lips sucked softly on his skin.
A pleasurable shudder ran through the elf's body and he twitched slightly at the jolt of pleasure as the tip of Anwyn's tongue slid to his nipples. Her hands stroked slowly along his side, drawing a gentle pattern full of passion.
Heart pounding, Anwyn took Trálír's right nipple between her lips and sucked gently. When she realized that his fingers were pressing into her shoulders, Anwyn was filled with confidence.
She breathed soft kisses on his toned abs, felt the tension in his body under her hands and noticed out of the corner of her eye that his member pressed hard against the damp fabric.
Anwyn swallowed nervously despite her newfound confidence as she slid her fingers to the edge of his underpants.
Trálír took a deep breath before looking up to Anwyn's fawn eyes. There was astonishment in his gaze and he recognized the unspoken question in them, the question of his consent.
He quickly grabbed her wrist and she looked at him in surprise.
“You don't have to do this, Anwyn.” His voice was strained and breathy.
“But what if I want to?” Anwyn replied in a whisper, her eyes glowing with desire and longing in her words. “What if I want to touch you?”
Trálír swallowed hard, his heart thumping, his blood burning like the fires in Avernus.
“Will you deny me that pleasure?” Her voice was as dark as velvet and at the same time as promising as the sweetest honey Trálír had ever tasted.
"If you touch me there, I won't last long," he confessed to her faintly, uncomfortable with the fact that he wouldn't be able to control his desire, his own body. His cheeks turned slightly red and Anwyn looked at him lovingly as he confessed his fear. Consoling him, she put her left hand to his cheek while her slender fingers slid through his long black hair.
"Just close your eyes, Love. Don't think too much, just feel ... me," she said in a devoted voice.
Anwyn could feel Trálír's breathing picking up when he felt her hand touching his erection over the wet fabric.
"Gods," the elf sighed.
Anwyn moved her fingertips gently from top to bottom and Trálír gasped as he felt her hand lightly encircle his shaft, unaware that Anwyn's eyes were on him, intent on noticing every movement of his body and facial expression.
As she had no experience with the opposite sex, her movements were hesitant and cautious.
Anwyn's knowledge of a body's desire was almost non-existent and what little she knew she had read in scientific books describing the physiology of a body.
But the desire inside her, that longing pull in her abdomen, had become so unbearable that she didn't want to wait any longer to explore Trálír. She watched his reactions to her every touch with a pounding heart.
His hitched breath, the moans which came from his lips, his arched back, the shivers of pleasure which ran through his body.
She slid the fingers of her left hand over Trálír's damp torso, tracing sensual patterns in circular motions down his abs to the edge of his pants, and a hint of pride filled her as Trálír responded to her touches with soft grunts and moans. As Anwyn reached her hand to the waistband of his pants and pulled them down over his hips, she saw his stomach muscles spasming.
She placed the wet fabric on the grass beside her and positioned herself between his spread thighs again. She felt a rush of warmth in her deepest core as she took his hard length in her hand.
Trálír's soft moans, the way he said her name which sounded like a cry from his beautifully curved lips made Anwyns body feel warm and tingly. His eyes rolled back into his skull when she let her hand slowly gliding up of the shaft to the tip.
Anwyn caressed his member with long sensual strokes and paused uncertainly when Trálír, who had been leaning on his elbows, straightened up and slumped against her body with a suppressed moan. Closing his eyes, he buried his head in the crook of her neck. His hands encircled Anwyn's waist and pressed into her tender flesh as his hot breath moistened her skin.
His abdominal muscles flexed and tensed while Anwyn stroked him oh so very slowly. She leaned forward a little, stroked the long hair that had fallen in his face behind his ear and ran her tongue tenderly over the shell of it, which Trálír's body responded to with an uncontrollable shiver. As Anwyn slid her finger over the tip of his member, she felt some pre-cum on her skin. A satisfied smile was on her lips as she concentrated on drawing light circular motions on his tip with her fingertips while her left hand slid up and down his member.
Anwyn smirked as she saw and felt Trálír climax under her fingers with a loud moan of her name on his lips. Hiding his face in her neck, a shiver ran through his whole body and his cum spurt onto his abdomen and over her fingers. He tried to calm his trembling breath and then he broke away from her, his gaze clouded from desire. She could almost feel the lust radiating from his body.
Anwyn wanted to take a minute to savor this moment but Trálír turned round in a flash, grabbed her arms and pushed her onto the sandy shore in one swift movement. His kiss was hungry, full of desire and Anwyn returned it passionately. He drank her moans, feasting on them, and when he broke away from the kiss, his lips slid down her neck to her breasts, leaving a burning trail on her skin. He pushed the damp undergarment up and helped her take it off. Frantically he threw the wet fabric aside and bent down to Anwyn again.
Trálír gently circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, took it in his mouth and sucked on it while his fingers slid from her waist down into her lap.
As his index finger glided through her wet folds, Anwyn gasped. She arched her back when she felt his finger working tantalizing slowly. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, her own breath, her heartbeat, his fingers, his tongue on her bud.
He released her bud with a plop and his tongue glided to her belly button, surprising with a few long licks as he positioned himself between Anwyn's thighs.
‘Trálír,’ she gasped in surprise as she felt him grab her left leg and place it over his shoulder.
Anwyn raised herself up on her elbows and looked at Trálír with lustful eyes, whose gaze burned into hers.
Her heart picked up speed as she watched his tongue slide through her wetness as well while feeling his fingernails ghost along the skin of her inner thighs, close to her entry.
Moaning softly, Anwyn sank back into the warm sand and closed her eyes.
Trálírs index finger entered her deliberate, just a bit because he knew that Anwyn was still a virgin and he didn't want to hurt her. He drew slow circles inside of her just with his fingertip, softly carressing the warmth inside of her vagina while he sucked passionately on her clit.
‘Trálír... gods...’, she moaned and bucked her hips, trying to come closer to his tongue which was pleasuring her gently. It was a wonderful dance Trálírs of licking, sucking or kissing her bundle of nerves while he stroked delicately through her wet folds. He felt under his tongue how her body started to shiver, how pleasure built up in her.
Her moans, his name on her lips were music to his ears and then her orgasm hit her like a wave but Trálír didn't stop and licked her through those waves of pure, carnal pleasure. She gasped for air, cried his name, pressed her fingernails into his shoulder while the orgasm ran through her blood, a sweet oh so sweet pleasure.
As her body literally collapsed, Trálír gently lifted her leg from his shoulder and tenderly kissed her thigh. With a smile on his lips, he slid up on her body until his face was close to hers. Exhausted, Anwyn opened her eyes, her gaze clouded with lust, her lips swollen from his kisses. She put her hand to his cheek, unable to say a word.
Trálír reached for her hand, pressed a kiss to her palm and lowered himself gently, careful not to hurt her.
Their lips met and the kiss was quiet, tender.
The elf felt the need to be close to Anwyn and rested his face against the hollow between her neck and shoulder. He closed his eyes, searched for her hands and when he found them, he interlaced them with his fingers while listening to her heartbeat.
* Puberty
It is about Love. Love and Smut. That's the content. ♥
“Would you sit in the shallow water?” Anwyn asked, glancing back over her shoulder to the shore. “That would make my work easier.”
“Work?” Trálír asked with a raised eyebrow while his blue-green eyes showed the obvious amusement he felt. There was a cheeky grin on his lips.
“You know what I mean,” she replied with a laugh, placing her hands on his chest and gently pushing him backwards through the warm water so that he would start moving. The elf was only too happy to comply with Anwyn's request, walking provocatively slowly through the water towards the shore until it only reached his calves and he settled down. Not for a moment did he break eye contact with Anwyn while he supported himself with his hands in the sandy pebble mixture.
Unconsciously, he pulled his lower lip between his teeth and bit it to keep the rising excitement in his body at bay. Trálír felt his heartbeat accelerate steadily as Anwyn waded slowly through the water, her eyes were locked with his.
His gaze slid over her dress, which was wet up to her breasts and stuck to her body as she had climbed into the stream with it. He saw the edge of her underpants pressing against the wet fabric as well as the curves of her hips and breasts.
The wet cloth stuck so close to Anwyn's body that it hid nothing and literally exposed everything.
With a nervous swallow, his gaze slid to her breasts and the stiffly erect nipples that were clearly visible through the damp undergarment. As she lowered herself with a lascivious movement and knelt between Trálír's unconsciously open thighs, she smiled seductively at him.
His heart was loudly thumping as Anwyn leaned forward, allowing him more than a glimpse of her cleavage as the wet and heavy fabric pulled the undergarment down. It revealed more than just the base of her breasts.
Trálír swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes closed, tried to keep his control but when Anwyn pressed her halfnaked body against his to reach for the Soap next to him, he let out a stiffled moan.
Anwyn giggled in amusement and Trálír couldn't ignore the warm buzzing under his skin so he placed his hands on her waist, feeling the damp rough fabric under his fingertips, and leaned in to press his lips to her collarbone. He took his time to lick with the tip of his tongue over the delicate skin of her neck up to her earlobe. She tasted like the clear water of the freshwater spring, refreshing, revitalising, like life itself. Trálír felt how her breath quickened as he gently took her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled on it playfully. At the same time he moved his hands smoothly under the damp fabric to her thighs and let them slide slowly, very slowly, to the edge of her pants. He pressed his fingers into the cloth, massaging the underlying skin of her hips up to her buttocks with sensual movements.
Anwyn leaned back a little to put some distance between herself and Trálír, who took note of her movement with an anxious heart. He followed her movement and tried to steal a kiss from her lips, but Anwyn gently placed a hand on his chest and shook her head. Trálír tried to speak, tried to ask her why she pulled away from him, but couldn't find the right words.
It was a quiet, still moment, and then he saw how she spread the soap with a little water in her hands and before throwing it carefully into the grass next to their stripped clothes.
She looked at him for permission and asked in a hushed voice: ‘May I?’
Trálír answered her question with a relieved nod and closed his eyes trustingly.
His lungs were filling with air when he felt Anwyn's fingertips on his cheeks. Slowly and deliberately, they found their way to his forehead, down the bridge of his nose and touched his half-open lips. Trálír couldn't help but unconsciously lift his head, tongue darting over his top lip to taste Anwyn, who quickly slid her fingers to his chin, her touch a tender dance on his skin.
He felt Anwyn, still kneeling between his thighs, shift her position and before he could even think about what her next move was, he felt her cupping his chin in her hand and pressing her lips to his. He quickly opened his mouth, granting her the entry she demanded and their tongues tasted each other extensively. Her fingers slid with slow deliberation down his neck to his collarbone.
Trálír lovingly bit Anwyn's lower lip with his teeth, who responded to the tender bite with a soft sigh on her lips.
She gently broke away from his kiss and gave him a shy smile as she looked up to meet Trálír's eyes.
„Anwyn“, he whispered breathlessly and watched as she scooped up water with her hand and gently washed the soap lather off him.
She moved her hands from his shoulders over his toned upper arms down to his wrists. She tilted her head and lifted his arm slightly. For a brief moment, a hint of sadness was to see on her face as she became aware of the swollen hand, then she focused on gently examining the wound. He watched as she skillfully glided her gaze over the burst skin, carefully turning his hand left and right in search of tiny stones or similar particles of dirt, but she found nothing and so Anwyn stroked the knuckles with damp fingers, cleaning them carefully and then turning to his other hand.
Anwyn looked at Trálír while their fingers intertwined and his breath hitched from the effort of containing the overwhelming arousal building up on him.
A hot fire burned in his chest and desire ran through every single nerve in his body. He felt such a deep longing for Anwyn in his veines that it almost pushed him to the limits of his sanity, making him lose his fight for the self-control imposed on him.
Trálír heard his own voice inside him, whispering seductively that he should give in to his desires, pull Anwyn into his arms and press her to the ground. He would tear her undergarment in two within a breath, then spread her legs and slide wordlessly into her. He would pull her with his hands closer, forcing his cock deeper into her.
The agonizing heat inside him, the unbearable desire for Anwyn's body, her heart, her soul made Trálír whimper impatiently for more.
But when he had lost his heart to her, he had made her a promise of which she had no idea.
Contrary to his younger brother Tearlach's assumption, Trálír had certainly had physical experiences in his beryn fin*. In the elven community it was normal to indulge in each other, to have experiences, to explore and get to know each other. They were beautiful moments, pleasant memories and Trálír did not regret them, but they could not compare to the intimate moments he experienced with Anwyn.
Physical pleasure with other elves, regardless of gender, was like a good meal enjoyed together. There were no awkward moments, no jealousy between them, just the mutual exploration of their own lust, their physical desire.
And despite the open-minded experience of their own sexuality, there were many male elves, at least in the Blackwater Lands, who indulged in the allure of sharing their dark and secret desires with mostly humans or half-elves.
It was no great secret among the humans that the elves told lies with their beauty, their charisma and their forked tongues in order to conquer hearts that they broke after their physical pleasure without a guilty conscience. Trálír had also heard of many a desecration and he abhorred these acts with every fiber of his being.
Anwyn was more to him than just a night in a dark alley or several tens of days full of lust and passion in which he feasted on her only to tire of her and leave her behind with a broken heart.
Far be it from him to bewitch her with false words and then live out his sexual desires.
The closer he got to Anwyn, the more she confided in him, the more Trálír realized that he would never behave towards her like many elves who lived in these lands. Not only his needs would play a role in their mutual exploration, but both their desires.
And as deep as the desire in his lap was, as sweet as the pain was, he would not break his promise to Anwyn.
It was not yet time to take the final, definitive step of losing himself completely in the other.
And so Trálír took a deep breath before closing his eyes as he tried to ignore the twitching in his loins.
Anwyn released her finger from his and took her time, her finger sliding very slowly down his neck, down his chest, until she reached his stomach. Trálír's sweaty chest rose and fell with his quickening breath, a groan in his throat.
Her lips followed the path of her fingertips tantalizingly slow as her tongue left a burning trail of passion on Trálír's skin. She heard his moan as Anwyn lips sucked softly on his skin.
A pleasurable shudder ran through the elf's body and he twitched slightly at the jolt of pleasure as the tip of Anwyn's tongue slid to his nipples. Her hands stroked slowly along his side, drawing a gentle pattern full of passion.
Heart pounding, Anwyn took Trálír's right nipple between her lips and sucked gently. When she realized that his fingers were pressing into her shoulders, Anwyn was filled with confidence.
She breathed soft kisses on his toned abs, felt the tension in his body under her hands and noticed out of the corner of her eye that his member pressed hard against the damp fabric.
Anwyn swallowed nervously despite her newfound confidence as she slid her fingers to the edge of his underpants.
Trálír took a deep breath before looking up to Anwyn's fawn eyes. There was astonishment in his gaze and he recognized the unspoken question in them, the question of his consent.
He quickly grabbed her wrist and she looked at him in surprise.
“You don't have to do this, Anwyn.” His voice was strained and breathy.
“But what if I want to?” Anwyn replied in a whisper, her eyes glowing with desire and longing in her words. “What if I want to touch you?”
Trálír swallowed hard, his heart thumping, his blood burning like the fires in Avernus.
“Will you deny me that pleasure?” Her voice was as dark as velvet and at the same time as promising as the sweetest honey Trálír had ever tasted.
"If you touch me there, I won't last long," he confessed to her faintly, uncomfortable with the fact that he wouldn't be able to control his desire, his own body. His cheeks turned slightly red and Anwyn looked at him lovingly as he confessed his fear. Consoling him, she put her left hand to his cheek while her slender fingers slid through his long black hair.
"Just close your eyes, Love. Don't think too much, just feel ... me," she said in a devoted voice.
Anwyn could feel Trálír's breathing picking up when he felt her hand touching his erection over the wet fabric.
"Gods," the elf sighed.
Anwyn moved her fingertips gently from top to bottom and Trálír gasped as he felt her hand lightly encircle his shaft, unaware that Anwyn's eyes were on him, intent on noticing every movement of his body and facial expression.
As she had no experience with the opposite sex, her movements were hesitant and cautious.
Anwyn's knowledge of a body's desire was almost non-existent and what little she knew she had read in scientific books describing the physiology of a body.
But the desire inside her, that longing pull in her abdomen, had become so unbearable that she didn't want to wait any longer to explore Trálír. She watched his reactions to her every touch with a pounding heart.
His hitched breath, the moans which came from his lips, his arched back, the shivers of pleasure which ran through his body.
She slid the fingers of her left hand over Trálír's damp torso, tracing sensual patterns in circular motions down his abs to the edge of his pants, and a hint of pride filled her as Trálír responded to her touches with soft grunts and moans. As Anwyn reached her hand to the waistband of his pants and pulled them down over his hips, she saw his stomach muscles spasming.
She placed the wet fabric on the grass beside her and positioned herself between his spread thighs again. She felt a rush of warmth in her deepest core as she took his hard length in her hand.
Trálír's soft moans, the way he said her name which sounded like a cry from his beautifully curved lips made Anwyns body feel warm and tingly. His eyes rolled back into his skull when she let her hand slowly gliding up of the shaft to the tip.
Anwyn caressed his member with long sensual strokes and paused uncertainly when Trálír, who had been leaning on his elbows, straightened up and slumped against her body with a suppressed moan. Closing his eyes, he buried his head in the crook of her neck. His hands encircled Anwyn's waist and pressed into her tender flesh as his hot breath moistened her skin.
His abdominal muscles flexed and tensed while Anwyn stroked him oh so very slowly. She leaned forward a little, stroked the long hair that had fallen in his face behind his ear and ran her tongue tenderly over the shell of it, which Trálír's body responded to with an uncontrollable shiver. As Anwyn slid her finger over the tip of his member, she felt some pre-cum on her skin. A satisfied smile was on her lips as she concentrated on drawing light circular motions on his tip with her fingertips while her left hand slid up and down his member.
Anwyn smirked as she saw and felt Trálír climax under her fingers with a loud moan of her name on his lips. Hiding his face in her neck, a shiver ran through his whole body and his cum spurt onto his abdomen and over her fingers. He tried to calm his trembling breath and then he broke away from her, his gaze clouded from desire. She could almost feel the lust radiating from his body.
Anwyn wanted to take a minute to savor this moment but Trálír turned round in a flash, grabbed her arms and pushed her onto the sandy shore in one swift movement. His kiss was hungry, full of desire and Anwyn returned it passionately. He drank her moans, feasting on them, and when he broke away from the kiss, his lips slid down her neck to her breasts, leaving a burning trail on her skin. He pushed the damp undergarment up and helped her take it off. Frantically he threw the wet fabric aside and bent down to Anwyn again.
Trálír gently circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, took it in his mouth and sucked on it while his fingers slid from her waist down into her lap.
As his index finger glided through her wet folds, Anwyn gasped. She arched her back when she felt his finger working tantalizing slowly. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, her own breath, her heartbeat, his fingers, his tongue on her bud.
He released her bud with a plop and his tongue glided to her belly button, surprising with a few long licks as he positioned himself between Anwyn's thighs.
‘Trálír,’ she gasped in surprise as she felt him grab her left leg and place it over his shoulder.
Anwyn raised herself up on her elbows and looked at Trálír with lustful eyes, whose gaze burned into hers.
Her heart picked up speed as she watched his tongue slide through her wetness as well while feeling his fingernails ghost along the skin of her inner thighs, close to her entry.
Moaning softly, Anwyn sank back into the warm sand and closed her eyes.
Trálírs index finger entered her deliberate, just a bit because he knew that Anwyn was still a virgin and he didn't want to hurt her. He drew slow circles inside of her just with his fingertip, softly carressing the warmth inside of her vagina while he sucked passionately on her clit.
‘Trálír... gods...’, she moaned and bucked her hips, trying to come closer to his tongue which was pleasuring her gently. It was a wonderful dance Trálírs of licking, sucking or kissing her bundle of nerves while he stroked delicately through her wet folds. He felt under his tongue how her body started to shiver, how pleasure built up in her.
Her moans, his name on her lips were music to his ears and then her orgasm hit her like a wave but Trálír didn't stop and licked her through those waves of pure, carnal pleasure. She gasped for air, cried his name, pressed her fingernails into his shoulder while the orgasm ran through her blood, a sweet oh so sweet pleasure.
As her body literally collapsed, Trálír gently lifted her leg from his shoulder and tenderly kissed her thigh. With a smile on his lips, he slid up on her body until his face was close to hers. Exhausted, Anwyn opened her eyes, her gaze clouded with lust, her lips swollen from his kisses. She put her hand to his cheek, unable to say a word.
Trálír reached for her hand, pressed a kiss to her palm and lowered himself gently, careful not to hurt her.
Their lips met and the kiss was quiet, tender.
The elf felt the need to be close to Anwyn and rested his face against the hollow between her neck and shoulder. He closed his eyes, searched for her hands and when he found them, he interlaced them with his fingers while listening to her heartbeat.
* Puberty
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Date: 2024-09-01 06:56 pm (UTC)This was very lovely, tender, and scintillating ♥
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Date: 2024-09-12 10:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-09-01 07:15 pm (UTC)Ich bin gerade sprachlos, das war so was von schön und leidenschaftlich geschrieben - ich glaube, bis jetzt ist das wirklich eines meiner liebsten Kapitel in der Geschichte.
Ich mochte besonders diese Zeile:
She tasted like the clear water of the freshwater spring, refreshing, revitalising, like life itself.
Die ist sehr poetisch und einfach nur wunderschön formuliert ♥
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Date: 2024-09-12 10:46 am (UTC)Wheee, ich weiß gar nicht was ich sagen soll :D Dein Kommentar ist solch ein wahnsinnig großes Kompliment für mich und macht mich so, so glücklich! Ich strahle wirklich wie ein Honigkuchenpferd XDDD
Vielen, vielen Dank, Tina!
Deine Worte bedeuten mir wirklich unfassbar viel! ♥️♥️♥️
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Date: 2024-09-12 04:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2024-09-12 10:48 am (UTC)