Igris was a man of focus and sheer will, and he applied that same intensity to her pleasure. He licked her center gently and slowly, savoring the drug-like flavor of her juices. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue before flattening it to broadly lap at her folds.

"Oh god, Igris," she moaned, her hips grinding against his face, her juices smearing across his chin and cheeks. "Your tongue... it’s... oh! Oh! Right there, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop!"

He looked up the length of her body, watching her face contort in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open, her head thrown back against the pillows. Her breasts heaved with her ragged breathing, the nipples still wet and red from his earlier attention. She was lost in sensation, completely surrendered to what he was doing to her.

He looked up, watching her face contort in pure pleasure. He focused his energy, extending his tongue and using a trick he had learned in his travels. He penetrated her with his tongue, pushing it deep inside her tight channel. He stimulated her inner walls, penetrating nearly two inches as he licked inside of her. It was an intense, alien sensation that drove the elf completely wild.

"Yes! Right there, don’t stop! What are you—how are you—oh FIRMIRIN!"

Her moans grew louder, echoing off the thin walls of the cheap apartment. The neighbors were probably hearing every sound, but neither of them cared. He could feel her muscles contracting around his tongue, her body tensing, building toward something massive.

"Mhmmm!" she moaned, wordless sounds of pure pleasure. "I’m... I’m going to... something’s happening... Igris!"

He reached up with one hand, pressing his thumb against her clit and rubbing in fast, tight circles while he continued to tongue-fuck her. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. As he sucked and licked at her opening, drinking down her flowing juices, he felt as though he was drinking tea made of pure euphoric cannabis—the world’s finest pleasure, concentrated and refined. His head was swimming with her taste, her scent, the feeling of her trembling thighs against his ears. She was affecting him even as he pleasured her, the elf’s natural magic seeping into his very being through the intimate contact.

"Ahhhhhhhnnnn!" She screamed violently. "I’m, I’m—"

It was too much for her. Her back arched completely off the bed as her thighs clamping around his head. Her whole body shook and trembled, every muscle seizing at once.

"Igris!"

She came with a violent explosion, screaming his name loud enough to wake the entire building, as she released tension of days, weeks, months of pent-up energy exploded. Her juices flooded his mouth and chin, her inner walls spasming around his still-thrusting tongue.

Igris lapped up everything she gave him, riding out her orgasm with her. He didn’t stop until she weakly pushed his head away, her hands shaking.

Her body jerked violently as she curled into a ball on the bed, hugging herself like a baby as the mind-shattering orgasm faded. It took a full minute for the trembling to stop.

When she finally came back to herself, she turned to him with wonder in her golden eyes.

"That was..." she breathed, unable to find words. "I’ve never... elven women don’t... that doesn’t happen from just..."

But her eyes had drifted down his body, and she saw his cock still standing proud and ready, still waiting for its own satisfaction. Her expression shifted, hunger replacing wonder.

"Your turn," she said breathlessly, her eyes heavy-lidded but filled with renewed lust. She pushed him onto his back with surprising strength, his body sinking into the thin mattress. "Now let me do you. Let me show you what an elf can do."

She pushed him onto his back and crawled down his body like a predator.

She wrapped both hands around the base of his shaft, her slender fingers unable to fully close around his girth. She leaned in, licking the precum from the tip, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head. She sucked Igris’s dick as it expanded even further in her mouth, the thick veins pulsing against her lips.

She opened her mouth wide, relaxing her throat. She took him inch by inch, her jaw stretching to accommodate his massive size. She bobbed her head, coating him in her warm spit.

Then, with a deep breath, she impaled herself on his 14-inch dick directly into her throat. She suppressed her gag reflex, taking him down to the root until her nose pressed against his pelvis.

"Fuck!"

Igris groaned as he felt every inch of his dick hit the back of her mouth and curve down her throat! She was like a living, breathing fleshlight made of silk! The pressure was insane.

She held him there, deep in her throat, her nose pressed against his pelvis, her chin resting against his heavy balls. Then, impossibly, she began to massage his shaft with her throat muscles, rippling contractions that squeezed and released, squeezed and released. Her tongue, impossibly long, extended to lick and massage his balls, the wet muscle swirling around the heavy orbs.

Then slowly, she pulled back, dragging her lips up his length, maintaining suction the entire way, until only the head remained in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it once, twice, then in one swift motion, impaled herself again.

"Gawk!" The wet, obscene sound of her throat accepting him filled the room.

"Gawk! Gawk! Gawk!"

She set a brutal pace, fucking her own throat on his cock, bobbing her head like a woodpecker, her hair flying wildly around her face. Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn’t stop. She was possessed by the need to pleasure him, to take everything he had to give.

She even managed to somehow fit his balls inside her mouth alongside the shaft, her cheeks puffing out obscenely as she massaged them with the muscles of her face. The dual sensation of her throat squeezing his cock and her mouth cradling his balls was nothinb like Igris had ever experienced.

Igris groaned, his hand resting on the back of her head, not pushing, just feeling the incredible heat of her throat. Her neck bulged with the outline of his dick, a visible, thick lump moving up and down with her frantic movements.

She pulled back suddenly, gasping for air, thick ropes of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock. She coughed and sputtered, but her hands never stopped moving, stroking him rapidly, spreading her spit along his length. She looked up at him with watering eyes, her mascara running, her face a mess of tears and spit and lust.

"I need you inside me," she whispered, her voice raw.

She climbed back onto him, positioning her ass over his lap. She reached down, aligning his tip with her ass, and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft.

"Annnnnnhhh!" She cried out as the head popped inside, stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched before. The sound was a mix of pleasure and pain, her voice breaking on the note. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth falling open.

The stretching was intense—her inner walls clung to him like a second skin, the pressure almost unbearable. She was so tight, so wet, so hot. She took her time, sinking down inch by inch, pausing to adjust, to breathe, to let her body accept him.

Then, suddenly, she rose up until only the tip remained inside.

And in one motion, she fell on his sword.

"Ugh!!!"

They both groaned deeply at the sensation—the pain-pleasure of being so completely filled, the tightness, the rightness of their union.

Her energy started to mix with his, the elven magic beginning to seep into his very being. Igris felt as though he was one with nature as he inhaled, he felt high, his senses expanding and exploding with colors he’d never seen before, swimming before his eyes.

The room seemed to fade away, replaced by a forest glade in eternal spring, the scent of flowers and growing things overwhelming his mind.

She started to ride him, slow at first, then faster, finding a brutal rhythm. Igris grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her, burying himself to the hilt every time. The sound of skin slapping against wet skin filled the room like applause.

"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!"

"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!"

Igris fucked her hard, driving himself deep, lifting his hips to slam his pelvis against hers. The euphoric high was building in his brain, pushing him to the brink. He felt the pressure building in his loins, a volcano ready to erupt. With a final, powerful thrust, he grabbed her hips, slammed her down, and buried himself as deep as physically possible.

"I’m going to come," he grunted, his voice strained. "I’m going to fill you up."

"Yes! Do it! Come inside me! Fill me with your seed!"

With a final, powerful thrust, he grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto him, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed and throbbed as he came, hot spurts of cum flooding her insides. She followed seconds later, triggered by the feeling of his release, her body trembling and convulsing around him as she milked him dry.