Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight - Sex Stories

Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight

... his head. Small spasms shook her, though he did not relent, his mouth and tongue assailing her elven slit, along with the pink pearl of her clit, until she was writhing and moaning atop him.

Her hips bucked and she would grind her gash against his nose, chin, and mouth as she neared release. Like a wild beast, she rode him: slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed as her heavy breaths hastened, matching her tempo.

"You vile... disgusting... human..." he could hear her say as she neared release, small spasms rocking her every now and then.

Her words only seemed to push him harder, and he gave everything he had, matching the aggressivity of her movements with his own brand of fervor. Unable to speak, devouring her divine cunt was the only form of communication at his disposal as he massaged and groped her huge, round ivory buns.

Releasing and squeezing those fat, silky globes of pink flesh, the human devoured the elf's cunt with such passion that she soon felt herself sinking into mind-rending bliss. Her breath hitched in her throat and she came, suddenly, violently, upon the human's face. Her muscles contracted, cunt spasming as juices gushed upon his face in quantities the likes of which the spearman had never thought possible.

A sudden spasm brought her to her knees, her soft pink pussy smearing its nectar across his face as her muscles failed her. Hooking his arms around her thighs, the human held her down as best he could, both as a way to keep her ...

... in place as she came her brains out and as a way to allow his upper body and mouth to follow her slit.

Her essence, her scent, was addictive, intoxicating, and he could feel his cock throb hungrily in response to that most feminine of scents and tastes. It felt to him as though he might burst through his trousers at a moment's notice, and he knew such might actually be true, given the growth he'd experienced since he had been taken into the care of the elves of Athel Loren.

The woman's fluids ran down the sides of his mouth and down his neck, the elven warrior writhing in his grasp.

Her howls of release were like a banshee's, echoing against the cabin's walls and, most likely, into the darkness beyond.

She came and came, for a long while. He didn't count the seconds or minutes, but he could feel himself tiring, his mouth and neck barely able to keep up with the demands of Arahan. Thankfully, however, she too began to tire and her movements slowed somewhat as post-orgasmic bliss began setting in, her breathing slowing.

Once her breathing had steadied, the woman pushed herself off Eadric, rolling onto the wooden floors beside him. He watched her for a moment more, noticing how her breasts had fallen from her shirt. Her breasts were large, especially for an elf, and he found his gaze glued to the soft pink nipples atop each considerable mound.

"F-fuck..." Arahan breathed, bringing a single hand down to her cunt, as if making sure the thing had not melted off. ...