For the first time, I am presented with breasts, and they are a work of art. Clara’s are cradled in a swath of red lace with a holly leaf decoration.
“Festive,” I remark, unable to take my eyes away from them. My hands come back around to her front, and I caress her round curves, which yield under my touch. “Do you know how to take this off? There’s a latch in the front.”
I examine the simple closure and answer her literally. “Yes.”
She huffs out a small laugh. “Well, take it off then.”
Curious, I ask, “Is this a part of the foreplay, other than managing the clitoris?”
Again, her smile. It radiates through me. “You know, I’m starting to warm up to the way you talk. And yes. If you want me to be ready to take you, teasing my nipples will help.” As she says the words, she blushes in her innocence. I feel honored that she speaks so plainly with me without mocking my inexperience.
I swiftly remove the lacey thing that grips her round breasts together. Her breasts spill out before me, flushed, with nipples taut and tempting as two spicy ginger snaps. My cock aches to spill its load inside my queen, and I keep having to remind myself that there are no rules here.
My Clara may not love me, but she is as good as my wife once we mate.
I give in to the strange urge to touch and taste each nipple, memorizing the way these abundant curves feel against my palms. My people use these for nurturing babies only. But the pleasure this gives me, and the pleasurable moans she responds with, sends fire raging through my veins.
Needing to know more, I cup her mound again, noticing she’s absolutely soaked. An involuntary growl resonates in my chest. I want to be on top of her, to maul her with my mouth, to impale her on my cock. This woman is driving me mad with need.
“Clara,” I rumble, barely recognizing my own voice.
She nods. “Lay me down. It’s time.”
It takes no time at all to move us to the bed, where I watch my queen remove the rest of her strange underthings. My kilt tossed aside, I follow Clara’s gaze.
“Will you spread for me now, my lovely one?”
I hope she is not only going along with all of this just to appease me. There have been stories of elves who do not enjoy the fragment of a libido they are given. I would not want that for my queen. But when she spreads her legs for me, any doubt about her arousal dissipates.
“I’m ready,” she says, pulling me down on top of her.
Towering over her, I let my cock find its way home between her folds. I coat myself in her sweetness and allow her to guide the tip inside her cunt.
Just the tip is almost too big for her, and I stop, even as her muscles grip me.
“El, I know what you’re thinking. I can take it.”
“I must stretch you slowly.”
Again, I’m delighted at the sharing of more warm kisses with our tongues. Clara’s back arches off the bed, pushing me to drive deeper. I stretch her slowly, bit by bit, savoring every whisper, every moan, every whine. She bites down on her bottom lip as her eyes flutter close. I lean in and press my face against hers, feeling her warmth against my cheek. I stretch more. Her hot muscles clench, relax, and finally take all of me to the hilt. I groan in the pleasure and the pain of it; she’s almost too tight. I have no business fucking a human, but I cannot stop. Not when she wants me, needs me.
Her body relaxes and fits against me, and my heart is so happy that everything lets go. I spill my seed inside her, without the pleasure I know is required of me to give her.
“Gods. Clara!”
My cum fills her, and I clamor to find her sweet spot so she can have her release.
Through the awe and lovely stupor following my climax, my thumb searches for her clit. The way her face changes when I find it, and the motion of her writhing body under me, causes my cock to harden all over again.
I continue to nudge her along with my thumb and kiss her warm mouth until I feel a violent tremble take hold.
“El!” Her release rolls over her, and she grips me close, clasping her arms around me and pulling the full weight of me down on top of her.
We hold each other still like this for several breathless moments, only gazing into each other’s eyes. My hardness returns and my body takes over. I begin to thrust.
Clara smiles and arches into me, demanding more.
“I can’t believe you’re already hard again,” she murmurs.