[MF][Fantasy][Assplay] The gemeye

This is something I threw together last night, please give it a read and let me know what you think. Part 2 will be forthcoming if there's any interest.

Oswin awoke with a pounding headache. He kept his eyes squeezed closed and counted throbs. He rolled slightly and his shoulder erupted in pain, his hands were bound behind him and had been all night. His ankles, too were tied.

Well. Fuck.

He waited until the headache subsided and opened his eyes. He lay on a soft blanket inside a small hut, a cozy fire burned in the center, the smoke drifting lazily through a hole in the roof. Eagerly he searched for something sharp to cut his bindings, but found nothing. Oswin began rubbing his hands together, hoping to loosen the rope, but it was tied fast.

A cloth that served as the door opened, and he ceased his efforts. Beyond was a young man, an elf by his look, and a young woman. He said something to her in elvish, and she nodded once, and entered. The flap closed behind her.

Her beauty was startling, Oswin felt himself begin to stiffing. She was petite, perhaps only a little over five feet, with fair skin and hair a soft platinum that fell straight past her shoulders.

Typical of elves she wore little in the way of clothing. Her feet were bare, and his gaze followed them up strong, well shaped legs. She wore a long loincloth of soft deep green fabric, above that her belly was taut. Her breasts were large for her frame, and were tied behind another strip of cloth. Her eyes held his attention most. They lacked white, iris and pupil, instead appearing as a shining uniform green, speckled with gold. She knelt beside Oswin and glanced at his manhood. With a flush he realized he was exposed. The elf smiled at him.

“Name Aurae. Name?” Her accent was thick and flowery, intoxicating to his ears. She repeated the statement again before he realized he’d been asked a question.

“Oswin,” he answered.

“Hurt?” She asked, her tone kind.

“I’ve had worse.” She cocked her head and raised a perfect eyebrow, her emerald eyes shining. He thought quickly, her grasp of his language was poor, his grasp of hers was worse. “Small hurt.” He finally answered.

“Where?”

“Head hurts. Shoulder hurts.”

She grabbed his hair and gently pulled him over, his face perilously close to her crotch. He could smell her skin, she smelled of flowers. Her fingers prodded his head and he winced in pain. She pushed him away and prodded his shoulder until he winced again.

“Drink,” it was a command he dare not disobey. She lifted a bowl to his lips, the concoction he was made to swallow was thick, pungent, and revoltingly bitter. “Lay,” the next command came, he was pulled onto his stomach and felt his strength wane rapidly. Instead of panic he felt a sense of calm, his pains suddenly far away. He was dimly aware of poking and prodding, and some words in elvish, then his hands and feet were freed. The world came back slowly, and Aurae was beside him. She smiled, her crimson lips parted over perfect teeth. She spoke slowly, as if searching for the right word. “Aurae heal Oswin. Oswin eat bad flower night. Oswin see uh, lie sees. Elves rope Oswin not hurt.”

He nodded, he understood he had ingested a poisonous flower, hallucinated and had been restrained to prevent him from hurting himself. Even so, the elves had never been known to be overly friendly. Why had they taken such care of him?

“Thank you.”

“Oswin smell. Bad.”

He glanced down at himself and realized he had likely not bathed for days, plus however long he had been hallucinating. He looked back up at Aurae, she smirked. He asked, “wash?” She did not understand. “Soap? Bath? Clean?”

“Clean, good. Aurae clean?”

“Please.” He nodded and began to stand, barely managed a sit and collapsed back down. Aurae laughed.

“Oswin uh… Oswin no walk. Yes?”

“Yes.”

She stood and left, returning a few minutes later with a basin and large sponge. The basin held water heavily perfumed. Aurae began with his face, the water was warm and welcoming. She moved down to his chest and abdomen, tracing his old scars with her fingers. He felt himself stiffen in anticipation. She caressed him gently, the warm sponge was nice as she used it to clean his manhood, carefully washing his testicles. His erection grew stronger at that, and she stroked it twice with her hand, laughing. “Oswin happy?”

“Very happy.”

She smiled at this and bent down, he found himself disappointed when her washings moved down his legs. She made him roll over, and washed his back and his butt. Carefully at first she began to tease his anus with her finger. The sensation was alien, but utterly erotic. “Oswin happy?”

“Very, very happy.”

She laughed again, pulling him so he lay on his back, his erection on full display. Aurae bit her lip. Oswin reached up carefully and pulled her down to him. Her lips met his, lightly at first, then she was upon him. Her kisses were fire, her tongue alive in his mouth, her hands wandering his body. She pulled away and untied the sash around he breasts, revealing firm pink nipples. She lowered them to Oswin, who reached up and took a breast in each hand, then suckled at one breast, then the other.

The elf moved down his body, her tongue tracing a river of pleasure from his chest to his abdomen. She gripped his erection and stroked it, once, twice, and then with a plunge it was in her mouth. She bobbed on it, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

She dropped his throbbing cock, panting, standing across from him she tore free the loin cloth and approached him. She was hairless, her pussy was perfection. Her hips swayed sensually as she walked back over to him and lowered her petite form on top of Oswin. At the last instant she pulled away, touching her lips against his throbbing cock, touching them again against his chest, and lastly mounting his face.

Her pussy filled his world, the taste and smelled sweet and floral. “Drink,” she commanded. He was slow at first, he kissed her outer lips and teased her slowly, savoring her flavor. “Drink!” She commanded again, and he parted her delicate folds, slowly sliding his tongue into her. “Drink!” She shouted, and ground against him, Aurae gave him no choice, her clit was all he could taste, all he could feel, she gripped his head in both hands and rode him, quickly she grinded against him and her pace increased. With a cry she came, a flood released from her sweet pussy flowed over Oswin’s face. He smiled and drank all he could, savoring the delicious nectar of so rare a flower. Aurea collapsed off of him and lay still for a moment. Her body trembled every few seconds. When she had gathered her strength she squatted beside him, looked down his length and smiled at his hard cock, her eyes hungry.

She moved between his legs and placed one of her fingers in her mouth. This she circled around his anus and then slowly inserted it, the sensation was overwhelming, and suddenly she filled him, he wanted her to stop and searched for the words she would understand. As his mind raced he found the sensation pleasant, erotic and intimate. She was inside him, touching him where he’d never been touched, and he found he loved it. “Oswin happy?”

He did not answer, only reached down and slid her hand in deeper. She smiled and bent down to his waiting phallus. She took it in her mouth in one smooth motion, withdrew it and sucked his balls gently. He moaned in pleasure.

Aurea licked his dick from base to tip, then was upon it again. He felt her throat contract around his cock as her tongue worked it, she moved faster and faster, and he shouted. Suddenly he came, hot spurts filled the elf’s mouth, she slowed her movements but her lips did not retreat. Each contraction pressed harder against the finger in his ass, and the elf swallowed, swallowed and swallowed again. After carefully extracting her finger, the elf rose, shifted and flopped down beside him.

“Aurea happy?” He asked.

“Aurea very happy,” she answered.

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