Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight - Sex Stories

Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight

... the cabin creaked open and Arahan walked in, wearing a black silk shirt and pants, along with small slippers. It was the first time Eadric had seen her in something other than armor. Her body was every bit as enticing as her sister's, even hidden as it was under her outfit.

She quickly spotted his gaze, frowning. "Stare at me like that and you will find our journey that much more difficult for you."

Eadric could feel himself stirring, inadvertently gazing downwards at her impressive bust and the thick thighs that seemed to jostle about in her pants, the abundance of flesh barely contained therein. His cock lurched.

Arahan noticed immediately. "Do you wish for me to slice that thing off?" she threatened, drying her hair off with a towel as she made her way to her bed. "Believe me, I would like nothing more."

The human looked away quickly. "Sorry," he said meekly, not wishing to anger the silver-haired elf any more than he apparently already had. Perhaps food would take his mind off the archer's body.

He hadn't had a woman in what felt like ages. He looked down at himself, noticing that his bulge seemed thicker even than it had been the last time. Had the medicine he'd applied only a few hours ago already...? No, he was simply tired, he decided. And hungry. Oh, how hungry he felt... the few berries that had been given him that morning were long gone.

A blowing noise accompanied the darkness that fell over him as Arahan blew out the single candle that had ...

... illuminated the cabin. Only moonlight filtered in through a few cracks here and there, giving him just enough light to be able to make out where things were.

With eyes closed, Eadric attempted to let himself fall asleep, but the growling of his stomach, paired with his hardening prick, proved too much to handle. He once more glanced to the jars on the wall, then to Arahan.

After a time, her breathing began to slow, falling into a soft, gentle rhythm. She had fallen asleep.

He waited some long minutes after that, to be certain of it and, as silently as he could, he got up, pushing the covers aside. Both his cock and stomach called to him, and his gaze flittered between Arahan's sleeping form and the shelves of food. It was the rumbling of his belly that called to him loudest of all, and he started towards the jars.

He eyed those jars briefly and then looked over his shoulder at the elven woman. She had not explicitly told him to not take any of the food... but part of him knew she would not want a human taking food from an elven outpost. If she had wanted him to eat, she would have offered, no?

All moral debates soon fled his mind as his hunger made itself known once more. He grabbed a jaw, fingers pulling it from the shelf as slowly as he possibly could, to avoid the clinging of glass on glass.

When at last he had removed the lid from that jar, the delicious smell of unknown dried fruits assailed his nostrils. That wonderful scent was such that he quite nearly ...