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Content: Intimacy, Fellatio

“Anwyn!”
“Trálír?” Anwyn exclaimed in surprise and lowered her arm again. “What brings you here? And how did you find me?”
Trálír, dressed in a simple white tunic and brown trousers, strode quickly in her direction. When he reached her, he placed one hand on her cheek and kissed the other tenderly.
“Maybe you'll put the knife aside for now?”
“Oh, I'm sorry,” Anwyn apologized and slid the knife into the sheath attached to her leather belt. “I heard something and thought it was an animal or a stranger.”
For a brief moment, Anwyn thought of her encounter with Teárlach, Trálír's brother, and goose bumps instantly crept over her whole body. As quickly as she could, she pushed the memory away and concentrated on the elf, who stood before her with a loving smile. She smiled too when Trálír reached for her hands, clasped them tenderly and looked at her with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
“Well, aren't you finally going to tell me why it brought you to the forest?”
“You're the reason,” Trálír replied with a grin and Anwyn rolled her eyes, if only in a playful manner.
“I suspected you would find your way to us today, but I thought it would be about the wood delivery.”
Trálír nodded with a laugh. “You are not wrong in your conjecture, but there is something I must tell you. And it is far more important than the delivery of the wood.”
The elf was beaming all over his face and Anwyn looked at him in confusion.
“And that would be?”
Trálír swallowed, his smile joyful and she felt him squeeze her hands tighter. There was no mistaking the excitement in his voice and in his gaze.
“At the end of summer, when the human inhabitants of these lands celebrate Áine for half a tenday, then...” Trálír broke off and grinned at Anwyn, who looked at him curiously.

Aine was the local fairy goddess of love, fertility and wealth. She was both the moon and sun goddess of the Blackwater lands, ancient and forgotten in some places, but the people of the bay still celebrated the last days of the harvest summer. She was the mistress of the earth and nature and for half a tenday the human inhabitants decorated their villages with numerous flowers, branches and colorful ribbons. People ate, drank and danced. Everyone gave thanks for the mostly plentiful harvest and that Aine had held her protective hand over the summer, giving the people the opportunity to prepare for the winter.

“Then we'll take the chance to leave the Blackwater Lands!” Trálír exclaimed, releasing his hands from hers and placing them around her waist, pulling Anwyn to him, beaming with joy.
“But ... but how ... why? How can that be? Leave the Blackwater Lands? How is that possible?” Anwyn stammered in amazement and looked at Trálír in confusion.
“I wrote to my mother's cousin, Anwyn. He lives in the Valley of the Three Rivers and owns an inn in Krautbach. Since he was driven out by my father, he has been living a peaceful life there with his husband. I still have contact with him and decided to send a carrier pigeon to ask him if we could stay at his inn for two nights.”
“I ... I don't know what to say, Trálír,” Anwyn replied, her voice trembling slightly as she was overwhelmed by the news. “I ... how can we do this? Will your father not have objections?”
“Whether he allows me or not is of no concern to me, Anwyn. I'm going to visit my mother's cousin, help him with something, maybe tell my family that he needs help with the feast. At least this I will tell my father. And why should he care? He doesn't care about Aine’s feast so why should he forbid me?. It will be no more to him than a visit of relatives, my love. He won't know that you're coming with me.”
“And ... and my father?” she asked in consternation. “I don't know if he'll agree to your proposal, Trálír.”
“I have already asked for his permission and received it, Anwyn,” Trálír replied, radiating with excitement, his eyes sparkling with happiness. “This means that our journey to the inn will be our special moment, Anwyn. The one we both want and long for so much.”

Anwyn stared at Trálír helplessly for a moment until she realized what he had said. Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned slightly red.
“That means we ... we ...?”
Trálír nodded with a broad grin.
“That's exactly what it means,” he replied, his eyes darkening with lust. He pulled Anwyn a little closer to him so that his body was pressed against hers, then he tilted his head down towards her and let the tip of his tongue glide over her lower lip before gently taking it between his teeth. A moan slipped over Anwyn's lips when she closed her eyes.
„Oh my love, that means we will have our first night together“, he whispered at her lips and his voice sounded like liquid velvet. Another tender kiss followed and when he broke away from Anwyn's lips, she opened her eyes and looked at him with longing in her eyes.
“But ... but we already had our first night together,” she reminded him in a soft voice of the night they had spent together a few days ago. Trálír's lips glided from her mouth to the delicate skin of her neck and he sucked on it tenderly, tasting the mixture of lavender and raspberries on her heated skin.
“Yes,” he breathed and Anwyn felt his hands slide from her waist up to her breasts, cupping and gently massaging them. “But this night will be different, Anwyn. It is the last step in giving ourselves completely to each other. There will be no boundaries, Anwyn. I can kiss you, touch you, taste you ... can feel you ... and your promising wet heat which longs for me every time I touch you.”
Anwyn's hands slid through Trálír's long, black hair and when he lifted his gaze, he saw her cheeky smile. He raised an eyebrow curiously.
“You're doing it again,” she whispered.
“Doing what?” he replied with amusement, the twinkle in his blue-green eyes showing Anwyn that he knew exactly what she was getting at. But apparently he wanted to hear it from her mouth.
Well, so be it, she thought and felt the warmth inside of her spread rapidly through her whole body. Her heart was pounding so hard that she had the feeling it would jump out of her chest at any moment.
“Talking to me like THAT.”
“But you like it, am I right?”
A sensual smile, his fingertips pressed into the fabric of her dress, a barrier between him and her skin, heated with lust.
“Yes, I do,” she replied, heavy breathing. Trálír laughed, put his hands around her waist again and lifted her up.

Surprised, Anwyn looked down at Trálír, then leaned forward, placed her hands on the side of his face and kissed him passionately. The heat of their bodies, the burning desire they both felt, was a fire that threatened to engulf them. As their tongues fought a sensual battle, Trálír staggered forward a few steps until Anwyn felt the hard bark of a tree at her back. Still caught in Trálír's embrace, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, feeling the erection pressing against the fabric of his trousers and the moan that escaped him as her lips met his. They drank in each other's breath as if out of their minds. Anwyn's hands slid from his hair to his chest and she tore at the strings of his tunic.
She broke away from his lips and looked at him questioningly.
Trálír could only guess what she was asking, so he released his grip which pressed Anwyn against the tree. He swallowed hard as she slowly slid down of him and pressed another long, passionate kiss to his lips as she searched for his hands.
When she found them, Anwyn intertwined his with hers and slowly pulled Trálír towards her as she took two or three steps to the side. Breathing heavily, Trálír watched as Anwyn led him again to the tree, placed her hands gently on his chest and slowly pressed him against the bark. He raised his eyebrow, watching as the look in her fawn eyes intensified, the tip of her tongue moistening her lips and then biting them as her fingertips slid over the fabric of his tunic.
“Can I take this off?” she asked, her voice only a breath.
Anwyn's throat tightened when she saw that Trálír complied with her request without hesitation. He reached for the hem of his tunic and slipped out of it, letting it fall to the ground beside him, breathing heavily. His hands reached for Anwyn's waist, pulling her back against him, and he leaned forward for another long kiss, but Anwyn took a step back and shook her head. She placed her index finger on his full lips.
“Ah, ah, ah, Love,” Anwyn whispered, her voice drunk with sensuality. “Let me be the one who takes care of you.”
“Anwyn,” Trálír moaned and leaned his head back, breathing hard.
With a gentle smile Anwyn pressed feather-light kisses to his neck, his skin heated with lust, her tongue slid to his nipples and she took one of them in her mouth, sucked on it.
“Gods...” Trálír gasped as he felt the hard wood dig into his flesh at his back. Her tongue slid down to his navel and the elf pressed his fingers into the bark, while he bit on his lips to stifle the rising whimper in his throat.
He felt Anwyn’s fingers slide slowly, oh so deliciously slowly, down the side of his body to the waistband of his pants.
Trálír also noticed the pressure of her index finger on his lips and quickly turned his head to the side, snatching her finger with his mouth, which he encircled and began to suck on. He sensed Anwyn straighten up and press her mouth urgently against his neck. When she withdraw her finger, he bit down lightly and heard her laugh.
“It seems there is more to explore of Trálír, the High elf. You are not only liking to talk in a special way,” Anwyn whispered and licked at the shell of his ear, which let Trálír gasp. “It seems there is more to...” A gentle nibble on his earlobe and he could no longer hide the loud moan in his throat.
“There is more to find out,” Anwyn breathed, kissed him gently and then broke away from him again. Trálír opened his eyes, searching for his beloved, and saw her slowly sink to her knees.
„Anwyn?“ He looked at her with wide eyes. „What are you doing?“
Anwyn looked up at him, a gentle smile on her lips.
He recognized a mixture of longing and burning desire in her fawn eyes. Her fingers slowly undid the laces of his trousers and Trálír wanted to step back, but the tree at his back prevented him from doing so.
“Don’t. You don’t have to do that, Anwyn,” he said with a hint of the inner turmoil he felt inside. And yet he was aware of his arousal grow as her finger touched him between the fabric of his pants and his bare skin. “I don’t expect you to give me this gift.”
„But I want to“, she whispered against his heated skin and pressed a kiss below his navel. „I want to touch every inch of your body, I want to taste you, to explore you.“
Trálír was too conscious of the tension between his legs and the heat which filled him completely. He embraced the burning desire to feel Anwyn’s lips on his skin. And he longed to feel her tongue leaving a hot trail on his body and her mouth closing around his privates.
But in all the time they now belonged together, in which they gave themselves to each other, it had always been most important to Trálír to make Anwyn feel that it was about her, about the fulfillment of her lust. He detested the idea of using a woman just for his own pleasure, as Teárlach, for example, did. In all the time he had considered Anwyn his tiramin, he had always felt the need to make love to her, the desire to slide into the heat of her womb, to forget himself. He had the longing to reach his climax, his beloved’s body trembling with lust beneath him. The yearning for her body, for the merging of their two souls, was often hard to bear, but he wanted to give Anwyn this special gift. He wanted to show her that his love for her was of such depth that he would not take advantage of her and her desire for him.
And now she knelt before him, willing to take another step. A step he had wanted so much and yet had never asked her to take.

„You don’t have to do that, Anwyn“, he repeated with a hoarse voice. „I don’t expect that from you. I … I can wait. I can wait for the moment until you are really ready for … this. “
Anwyn’s fingers slipped under the waistband of his trousers and slowly pulled them down over his hips.
“I want to do this, Trálír,” she replied in a whisper. “Please don’t deny me this pleasure.”
When Anwyn had pulled his trousers down to his ankles, Trálír stepped out to them, lowered himself against the hard bark of the tree and closed his eyes. He felt Anwyn’s fingernails slide up the inside of his thighs until her fingertips touched the fabric of his underwear.
Trálír's chest heaved and it took him a moment to catch his breath. When he felt Anwyn's fingers gently stroking his erection, he moaned loudly.
His cock bulged painfully through his underwear, its length straining against the fabric. Anwyn slowly pushed his pants off his hips and his erect member sprang out, dripping with cum.
Her hands placed themselves on Trálír's hips, she leaned forward and kissed the head slowly, gently.
A breath escaped Trálír's mouth. Her right hand rested on his hip and she stroked his balls with her fingertips while her tongue slowly traveled the length of Trálír's cock.

Anwyn pressed another kiss on the head while her hand stroked his shaft from his balls to his tip. When her tongue touched the sensitive head and licked over it, she heard Trálír whimpering.
„Anwyn… I … I can’t …“, he gasped. „I can’t hold back any longer, I am going to come … if you don't stop.“
Another moan escaped his lips as Anwyn took part of his length into her mouth and began to suck. He felt like his heart would stop beating in the next moment.
„By the gods.“ Trálír moaned loudly and felt his legs shiver while her hands stroked his cock, gently at first but then firmer.
Her hand had the same rhythm as her mouth and when he felt her tongue around his member in her warm, wet mouth, Trálír whimpered.
„Ngh… I can’t hold … I can’t … gods…“
He felt his pleasure building up, the heat inside of him, running through his venes, filling him up.
„Yes, yes … gods … yes, fuck … fuck, FUCK …“ A high, long moan came from Trálír as he slipped out of Anwyns mouth, sank to his knees and turned away from her. Breathing heavily, he poured himself out on the forest floor, panting. His eyes were closed, his body was shaking and he needed a moment to slowly return back from the high of his orgasm.
“Gods ... by the gods, Anwyn ...”
Trálír was still breathless, but he looked over his shoulder to Anwyn who still sat on her knees an looked at him.
“Are ... are you alright?” she asked, uncertainty in her voice. She had often experienced Trálír's climaxes, but the fact that he turned away from her was new to Anwyn and she feared for a moment that she had done something wrong.
Trálír laughed in surprise. “Of course, Love. Of course. That ...” He lowered himself to the ground, sitting on the mixture of moss and leaves, and reached for Anwyn's hands. Gently the elf pulled her against him and softly kissed her forehead.
“That was amazing,” Trálír said with a chuckle. “But... I... I am sorry I couldn't hold out any longer.”
“Does that mean you enjoyed it?” Anwyn asked quietly, still looking at him uncertainly. With a tender smile, he gently placed his right hand on her cheek.
“Oh, yes,” he whispered happily and letting himself drown in the kiss. For this short moment he forgot about all the troubles and worries around them and he could with satisfaction taste himself on her lips while he wished for this moment to never end.

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