Chapter 613: First Taste Of An Elf[+18]

Damian entered the bedroom wearing a bathrobe, a towel wrapped around his damp hair. He paused at the entrance when he noticed the room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by hundreds of candle holders arranged throughout the chamber. Instead of ordinary candles, each holder contained a God vein crystal, their concentrated energy radiating a soft, dim blue light that bathed the walls and furniture in an ethereal glow while also filling the room with a blue mist.

His gaze swept across the room, taking in the unusual arrangement before settling on Elsa, who sat on the edge of the bed in loose, transparent green robes that revealed her figure beneath the delicate fabric. She met his eyes with a faint smile, her posture relaxed but inviting.

“I’m all yours,” she whispered.

Damian crossed the candle-lit chamber in silence. The soft blue glow of the God vein crystals painted everything in an otherworldly haze, but his eyes never left Elsa. When he reached the foot of the bed he let the bathrobe slip from his shoulders. The towel around his hair followed a second later, both falling to the floor in a quiet heap.

Fully bare, he stood before her.

His cock hung heavy between his thigh, fifteen thick, veined inches of solid flesh that already stood half-hard from the sight of her. Elsa’s faint smile faltered for a heartbeat.

Her gaze dropped and a visible flinch passed through her body at the sheer size of him. She recovered quickly, but the flicker of surprise remained in her eyes.

Damian climbed onto the mattress. One powerful hand caught the front of her transparent green robes and tore them open with a single sharp pull. The delicate fabric ripped easily, sliding from her shoulders and pooling around her hips before he shoved the remains aside. Her full breasts spilled free, soft and heavy, the dark nipples already tightening in the cool air of the chamber.

He wasted no time.

Lowering his head, he pressed his face between the generous mounds and simply breathed. Deep, slow inhales that drew the warm scent of her skin into his lungs again and again. Elsa’s hands rose almost automatically, cradling the back of his head while he stayed there, face buried, chest rising and falling against her.

After several long moments she shifted.

With surprising strength she rolled them both until Damian lay on his back and she straddled his hips. The heat of her bare pussy settled against the thick cock beneath her. She rocked gently, letting the soft, slick folds brush along the underside of his cock in slow, teasing strokes.

At the same time she leaned forward, guiding his face back between her breasts. Her fingers slid into his damp hair, stroking with unexpected tenderness while she continued the light grind.

Damian’s mouth found one peaked nipple.

He closed his lips around it and sucked, slow and deep, while his large hand rose to cup and press the other breast, kneading the soft flesh. Elsa’s breath hitched into a light moan. The sound encouraged him. He switched sides without warning, latching onto the second nipple and sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch. His free hand rolled and tugged the wet nipple he had just abandoned, keeping both breasts constantly stimulated.

Elsa’s hips never stopped moving.

Eventually she sat up, palms pressing firmly against his broad chest to keep him pinned. A small oil jar floated from a nearby table, tipped of its own accord, and poured a thin stream of fragrant, golden oil across the tops of her breasts. The liquid ran in warm rivulets down her curves, over her stomach, and lower still.

She caught the oil with both hands and spread it across every inch of her skin, breasts, ribs, stomach, and thighs until she gleamed under the blue crystal light.

“Calm down and don’t make a move,” she murmured, voice low and steady. “Let me take care of your aching body.”

Damian’s hands fell to the sheets. He obeyed.

Elsa leaned forward again. She began with his face, dragging her oiled breasts slowly across his cheeks, his jaw, the bridge of his nose. The soft, slick weight of them left a warm trail. She moved lower, using the same generous curves to massage the hard lines of his shoulders and upper arms, pressing and rolling until the oil coated him. Down his chest next with long strokes that left his skin shining. She then moved across the ridged planes of his stomach.

Finally she reached his cock.

She gathered both breasts around the thick shaft, sandwiching the heavy length between them. The oil made every movement gliding and smooth.

She began to stroke him with her breasts up and down, tight pressure, the head of his cock disappearing and reappearing between the soft cleavage. Each time the flushed tip emerged she leaned down and dragged her tongue across it in slow, ice-cream-like licks, tasting the salt that already beaded there.

Damian’s low moan filled the chamber.

Elsa kept the dual stimulation going: the slick slide of her breasts and the wet heat of her mouth. She took the head between her lips and sucked while continuing to pump the shaft with her oiled cleavage. The combination proved too much.

Damian’s hips jerked once and a thick pulse of cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed without hesitation, throat working around the heavy spurts until he finished. When she finally released him she licked the last pearly drops from the tip with careful, thorough strokes.

She rose onto her knees, positioned herself above him, and began to sink down.

The broad head stretched her open. Elsa’s mouth fell open in a shared moan with Damian as inch after thick inch disappeared inside her. She had never taken anything so large. The burn of the stretch made her thighs tremble, yet she continued the slow descent until she was fully seated, impaled to the root.

Damian’s eyes widened.

Her pussy was impossibly tight, clenching around him with the same gripping heat he associated with Linda, every internal ridge and fold gripping him as if she had never been claimed before. The sensation drew a raw sound from his throat.

Elsa leaned down until their chests pressed together, breasts flattened against him, and kissed him with sudden intensity. Tongues met and tangled while her hips began to rise and fall. She set a steady, rolling rhythm—lifting until only the head remained inside, then sinking all the way down again. The wet sounds of their joining mixed with the soft slap of skin. Her oiled body slid against his with every movement.

They stayed locked in the kiss for long minutes.

Elsa’s pace never rushed. She rode him with focused, sensual depth, breasts crushed to his chest, mouth never leaving his. Damian’s hands finally rose to her waist, guiding without forcing, feeling every ripple of her tight walls around him. The pressure at the base of his spine built steadily. When it finally broke he shuddered hard beneath her, driving up as deep as he could go, and emptied himself in thick, endless pulses.

Hot cum flooded her.

The volume was too great to contain. Almost immediately it began to leak around his still-hard shaft, spilling down in warm rivulets that mixed with the oil on their skin. Elsa kept moving through it, milking every last drop, her own soft moans muffled against his mouth as the heat of his release filled her completely.