As Lirael lay in the tent, cradled by Rebecca, she replayed the words that just left her mouth, the echo of "I'm alright. Let's do it" ringing in her ears like a confession she hadn't fully understood. Her cheeks reddened even more, the flush spreading down her neck, a mix of embarrassment and anticipation making her heart race as she felt Rebecca's steady gaze on her.
Rebecca interrupted her thoughts, her voice soft and reassuring, laced with a hint of concern. "Are you prepared? You can still pull out of this."
Lirael shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No... I'm prepared."
Rebecca slowly moved closer, their faces inches apart, the warmth of her breath mingling with Lirael's. She devoured her lips in a heated exchange, the kiss deep and consuming, tongues dancing in a rhythm that built like a storm. Rebecca's hands cupped Lirael's face gently, thumbs brushing her cheeks as if savoring the softness.
She broke it briefly, her voice husky. "Stick out your tongue."
Lirael did as she was told, her pink tongue extending shyly. Rebecca began to suck on it, gentle at first, then giving little bites that sent sparks of pleasure-pain through Lirael, making her whimper. Before the elf could catch her breath, Rebecca captured her mouth again in a suffocating kiss, pressing closer, bodies aligning as the world narrowed to the heat between them. When they both needed air, Rebecca broke it, panting slightly, and leaned to bite Lirael's pointed ear—nibbling the base before moving to the sensitive tip, then tracing it with her tongue.
The sensation made the elf moan, her body arching involuntarily, a wave of heat building low in her belly. As Rebecca increased the intensity, sucking harder and grating with her teeth, Lirael came hard—her body shuddering in Rebecca's arms, a soft cry escaping her lips as pleasure crashed over her like a tide.
Rebecca then moved her hand to Lirael's shorts, fingers deftly untying the laces and pulling them off in one smooth motion, exposing Lirael's cunt—glistening and flushed. She touched Lirael's folds gently, fingers sliding through the wetness, then brought her hand up to the elf's blushing face, letting her see the evidence of her arousal.
Lirael stuttered, "Rebecca, this is..."
Rebecca stopped her with a finger to her lips. "Call me Lady Rebecca."
Lirael nodded, eyes wide. "Yes, Lady Rebecca."
Rebecca said, "Good."
Then, hesitantly, Lirael said, "My lady, may I..."
Rebecca, following Lirael's line of sight down to her erect rod, smiled softly. "Of course you can go ahead, Touch it."
She then proceeded to disrobe, peeling off her tunic and gear with deliberate slowness, revealing her curvaceous form—breasts full and heavy, skin glowing in the candlelight. She helped disrobe Lirael next, fingers gentle on the elf's clothes, unbuttoning and sliding fabric away until they were both naked, their figures shining under the warm, flickering candle light that cast soft shadows across their skin, highlighting every curve and plane.
Rebecca sat down, spreading her legs invitingly. Lirael wasted no time going down on all fours, lowering her head to be face to face with Rebecca's rod, her breath warm against it. She proceeded to explore it with her hands, fingers tracing the length tentatively at first, then more confidently, eliciting soft moans from Rebecca as the sensitivity sent shivers through her.
Lirael then proceeded to lick it, her tongue flat and slow along the underside, before taking the tip into her mouth and sucking step by step, building rhythm while using her hand to finger her little kitty, her own moans vibrating around the shaft. She took more attempting, to deepthroat the entire thing, but gagged, gasping for breath and coughing as she pulled back.
Rebecca, voice gentle, giving her much needed advice. Lirael nodded and attempted once more and succeeded, giving Rebecca a sensational blowjob—lips tight, tongue swirling, hand pumping the base—as Rebecca's hips bucked slightly. She blew her load in Lirael's mouth, raising her head back in bliss, a low groan escaping as pleasure washed over her.
Lirael struggled to swallow the whole thing, some of it pouring to her hands which she had placed below her mouth. She gathered the spilled seed and licked it clean, swallowing with a shy glance up at Rebecca.
Rebecca then straightened up, restraining her glazed expression, and put her hand behind Lirael's head, fingers tangling in her hair.
"You allowed so much of my seed to leave your mouth and go to waste."
Lirael's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she bowed her head, her voice a fragile tremor in the dim chamber. "I'm sorry, my lady," she whispered, the words barely escaping her lips.
Rebecca's gaze rested on the elf, a warm authority in her eyes—a mix of affectionate amusement and steady guidance. She let the silence hold for a moment, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Bad elves must be punished," she said softly, her voice carrying the soothing timbre of an elder, yet firm.
With graceful ease, Rebecca sank to her knees on the soft furs scattered across the floor. She gestured with quiet command. "Lie on your back and spread your legs for me."
Lirael's heart raced, a storm of fear and forbidden thrill churning within her. She hesitated, her slender form quivering as she slowly lowered herself, her legs parting inch by inch, revealing her vulnerability. Rebecca's brow furrowed slightly, her tone sharpening just a touch. "Are you questioning my orders?"
The elf shook her head frantically, her blonde braids swaying like golden threads over her shoulders. "I wouldn't dare, my lady," she murmured, her voice shy and submissive.
Rebecca's gaze roamed appreciatively over Lirael's exposed form—the elf's breasts full and youthful, standing firm despite her ancient years, and her smooth, hairless mound glistening faintly in the low light, evoking the untouched allure of a woman in her prime. "Such a beautiful body," Rebecca murmured, her fingers tracing a light path along Lirael's thigh. "So pure, It's a shame to waste it on tears."
Leaning in, Rebecca's breath warmed the sensitive skin before her tongue flicked out, delving into the elf's folds with deliberate strokes. Lirael gasped, her body tensing instinctively, and she forced the words out in a desperate plea. "My lady, it's... it's dirty down there."
Rebecca paused just long enough to lift her head, her lips glistening, an eyebrow arched in curiosity. "Did you wash yourself?"
Lirael's nod was quick, her voice fading to a whisper. "Y-yes, my lady."
A soft chuckle escaped Rebecca as she lowered her mouth again. "Then I don't see the problem. It's perfect."
Her tongue plunged deeper now, swirling and probing with precision, tasting the elf's growing arousal. Lirael's back arched, soft gasps turning to whimpers as Rebecca's fingers found her clit, pinching it firmly, twisting just enough to blend sharp pain with overwhelming pleasure. The elf shattered, her body convulsing in a fierce climax, a raw cry tearing from her throat as ecstasy crashed over her in relentless waves.
Rebecca rose slightly, licking her lips with deliberate slowness, savoring the lingering sweetness. "Delicious," she said, her voice husky with approval. "You came so easily."
She wrapped her hand around her throbbing cock, the veined length pulsing with heat as she guided it to Lirael's dripping entrance, the tip brushing against the slick folds teasingly. The elf's eyes widened at the imposing size, her voice a pleading whimper. "My lady, I'm still sensitive... please, it's too big."
Rebecca's grip tightened slightly on her shaft, her eyes locking onto Lirael's with a mix of care and insistence. Without a word, she pressed forward in a firm thrust, burying herself halfway in one fluid motion, the tight warmth drawing a low groan from her lips. Lirael's moan echoed through the chamber, her walls fluttering around the intrusion.
"You're only halfway there," Rebecca murmured, her breath steady as she held the position for a beat, letting the elf adjust. "Take it all—this is will become a part of you."
With a decisive push, she sheathed herself completely, the exquisite tightness enveloping her fully, sending a shiver through her body. "So tight... like a virgin's embrace."
Lirael whimpered, her hips shifting involuntarily. "E-elves are naturally tighter than humans, my lady."
Rebecca's hips drew back slightly before snapping forward, establishing a rhythm that built with purpose. "Good to know," she replied, her voice warm yet commanding. "Now take me like a good girl."
The thrusts grew more insistent, Rebecca's body lowering to press her breasts against Lirael's, the skin-to-skin contact heightening every sensation. She grinned faintly, her pace quickening as she reveled in the elf's mounting cries, each plunge deeper and more claiming. Lirael's moans filled the air, her blonde braids disheveled against the furs, her body arching to meet the rhythm despite the overwhelming fullness.
Rebecca's hand slid between them, fingers circling Lirael's clit in time with her thrusts, amplifying the pleasure until the elf's whimpers turned to desperate pleas. "Scream for me," Rebecca urged, her own breaths coming faster, the slick sounds of their union echoing in the chamber. "Let me hear how much you love this."
The build-up was relentless, Rebecca's cock swelling as she drove harder, her free hand gripping Lirael's thigh to pull her closer. With a final, powerful thrust, release surged through her, spilling deep inside in hot pulses that overflowed, trickling down as she held still for a moment. She pulled out slowly, her chest heaving, eyes fixed on the sight of her seed leaking from Lirael's swollen, flushed cunt. "Look at that... filled to the brim. Such a good elf."
She leaned closer, her voice low and certain.
"We're only just getting started."