haebin

Hey hey!
I know, it is not Sunday but because I didn't upload a new chapter last weekend (I was not at home), you'll get a smaller chapter for today. :)
Hope you'll enjoy it.

For this chapter it is all about Smut. Nothing more. XD

A whispered promise turned into a tempestuous kiss, a surrender to the other, a feeling of their deep connection between them. Anwyn sank back into the warm sand, closing her eyes in pleasure as she succumbed to Trálír's sensual kisses. One moment his kisses were ardous, urgently demanding entry into her mouth, exploring it intimately. A breath later, he let the tip of his tongue glide gently over her lower lip, drinking in her breath, absorbing her sigh as his hands slid lovingly through her wild curls that had dried in the sun while they had both lain in each other's tight embrace and security.
Trálír released his lips from hers and gazed tenderly down at Anwyn, aware that his body was now resting on hers again and he could feel every millimetre of her skin beneath him. There was no part of their bodies that wasn't touching, they were one.
Anwyn slowly opened her eyes as she felt Trálír's fingers play around the locks of her brown hair in his hand.
Without realising it, Anwyn's cheeks reddened slightly, for every time she became aware of Trálír playing with her locks obliviously, it reminded her that she was ashamed of them.
Even as a child, the other village children had laughed at Anwyn because of her wild hair. They said she was too poor to afford a comb, that wild birds would make a nest in her curls and that she looked like an unshorn sheep that had rolled in the mud.
The children's words fell on fertile ground, because her father was too busy to help his insecure daughter and she had no mother to comfort her with the hurtful words that were said to her.
Since then, Anwyn had started to wear her wild curls, which were almost impossible to tame, in a tight bun or tied back at the nape of her neck. And yet there was always more than a handful of wild curls that would fall into her face, always reminding her of the words the others had spoken.
She had once confessed to Trálír how much she envied the long, silky and straight hair of the noble elven ladies whose portraits she had seen in numerous books. The ones whose beauty seemed almost divine while Anwyn was the poor daughter of a fisherman, dressed in worthless fabrics while the curls on her head were as stubborn as the character of a disobedient donkey.
A slight blush had appeared on her cheeks when Trálír had confessed to her that the first thing he had noticed about her, that late morning when he had found her injured in the forest, was the splendour of her curls. And every time he was near Anwyn, took her hand in his, stole a kiss from her lips or walked past her, his fingers always slid gently through her curls.
"You're beautiful," Trálír whispered and used a single finger to push a few strays of hair away from Anwyn's eyes. Trálír could feel how her chest rise and fell by his words and before Anwyn could bite her lower lip in embarrassment, he gently placed his index finger on it and shook his head with a smile. He tilted his head and gently licked Anwyn's lips with the tip of his tongue. Trálír instantly felt her reaction as her fingertips pressed into his shoulders, the pleasure building in her body.
Trálírs placed his lips to the sensitive spot where Anwyn's neck met her jaw and delicately sucked on her smooth skin, which Anwyn responded to with a soft, sensual moan. Her nipples pressed hard against the skin of his chest and he felt her lightly press her hips against him, wordlessly inviting him to explore her further, a silent plea to him.
Trálír's erection pressed against her abdomen and he slid his fingers oh so deliciously slow between her breasts down to her pubis. A smile appeared on his lips as he felt the slickness between her folds. As his finger stroked her clitoris gingerly, Anwyn unconsciously flinched and squeezed her thighs together, breath hitching. Trálír realised that her last climax was still crashing through her body like a gentle wave, still holding her in its grip and making Anwyn feel every movement, every kiss even more intensely than before.
With his mouth he left a wet and burning trail on her skin while he caressed her breast extensively, sucking on it, kissing it, nibbling or licking it. With his left hand Trálír caressed her other breast, softly kneading it.
The fingers of his right hand ran very gently through Anwyn's folds, right next to her bundle of nerves, careful to leave it out and not overtax her in her lust.
He lifted his head, slowly licked Anwyn's nipple sensually and focussed his gaze on her as he began to draw deliberate circles on her clit with his thumb. Anwyn's face contorted in pleasure, her chest rose and fell with the passion burning in her body and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, biting it in pleasure to stifle the moan in her throat. Her fingernails pressed into Trálír's skin, leaving crescent marks that made Trálír member twitch. The heat in his loins burned hot through his blood and he unconsciously rubbed it against Anwyn's thigh to soothe the desire. But the direct contact with Anwyn's sun-heated and slightly sweaty skin made Trálír groan loudly. Anwyn straightened up and saw her beloved elf struggling for control and made a brash decision.
In the next moment, she grabbed his shoulders and skilfully rolled over him so that he was lying on his back, looking at her in surprise.
"Anwyn?" There was no mistaking the astonishment in his voice. With a cheeky smile, Anwyn let her fingertips glide over his skin and sat on his thighs, his erect member pressing hard against her stomach. She bit her lips as she felt the heat inside her and became aware of the wetness glistening between her thighs.
Anwyn's heart was pounding in her throat and she swallowed nervously.

She didn't know how she could ever put it into words, but this deep longing to give herself to Trálír and show herself in her lust, her desire, was a completely new feeling for Anwyn. Exciting and frightening at the same time.
In this position, she not only felt Trálír's obvious arousal but also her own body. She became aware of the hardening of her nipples, the soft curves of her waist and hips, the desire between her thighs, the soft buttocks pressing against her lover's thighs.
She revealed herself, showed herself, made herself visible.
It was a new, unknown feeling that was accompanied by uncertainty, because at that moment Anwyn revealed not only her body, but her whole self to him. Her heart, her soul, her desire and her love for him. She took a deep breath and locked eyes with Trálír as she began to touch her neck with her fingertips and slid them down to her breasts.
She heard Trálír's breath hitch as she cupped her own breasts and began to massage them in a circular motion. As she took her stiff nipples between her fingers, she saw a lustful glint in Trálír's blue-grey eyes and the next moment he gasped passionately: "By all nine hells, Anwyn, you will be the death of me."
He pushed his hips up, his erection pressed against Anwyn's pubis, his pre-cum wetted her sun-heated skin and she felt a warm swell of arousal in her body.
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and she, too, could barely stifle her moan as her fingertips found their way to her pubis and she spread her folds with them, her middle finger sliding up and down over her clit.
Anwyn's head sank back, Trálír's name a sigh on her lips, her hips moving rhythmically on his thighs, wetting his warm skin with her juices while her hand touched herself and Trálír's privates at the same time.
The movements of her hand became faster, more urgent, more demanding and literally burned themselves into Trálír's insides as he felt the climax building inside him, arching his back. Only a moment later, the elf poured himself onto Anwyn's hand and stomach, moaning.
As he felt the semen dripping down over his stomach, he looked at Anwyn, whose mouth was half open in pleasure and he could hear her breathing picking up, too.
As her hips pressed against his thighs, he suddenly grabbed Anwyn by the shoulders and pushed her into the sand.
Trálír positioned himself between her thighs, spreading them wide with his hands. With the play of his tongue and the sensual dance of his fingers, Anwyn cried his name as she twitched and gasped her way to climax.
Trálír loved the sound of his name coming from Anwyn's lips as she let out a choked cry, hot tears of ecstasy slipping down her cheeks as the second orgasm filled her whole body.
As her exhausted and trembling muscles gave up, Trálír slumped over as well, pressing his forehead on her stomach. He closed his eyes and felt the passion still burning through Anwyn's body.