The young couple marvelled at the grand carriage that stood before them. It was a deep brown with smooth gold decor that twisted and spun in elegant patterns across the sides and upon its beautifully crafted roof. Emerging from the gold was a statue of painted gold wood; a woman, naked from the chest down with only a thin wrapping of silk to cover her assets. Trysh’alia clutched onto Aro softly, acting on instinct to envelop his firm arm within her 36L cleavage from her semi-transparent white tunic that could barely contain her Elven curves. She pouted her soft, full lips, and cocked one of her black eyebrows.
“Our transportation is rather… Grand, for such a simple job, no?”
Aro snorted, tugging her forward tenderly toward the steps of the carriage. Clearly, the bleach blonde haired Elf was not in the know of Baroness Tibblers extravagancies. Upon the driver’s seat sat a boy no younger than eighteen, clutching the reins of four bulky black horses which softly minded their own businesses, waiting for their journey to start. The boy turned his head to gaze upon Trysh, curling his grin higher and higher the more of her he regarded. The Elf noticed his erotic look, and teased with a small smile and a wink. It was an act that made the boy blush as red as a tomato, and curl one leg over his knee to hide the growing bulge.
It had started to give a satisfying chemical reaction within Trysh, seeing how men looked upon her in such revealing clothing, regardless if her pretty pink brand glowed across her womb. She could see every image that appeared in their horny minds in vivid detail, all the nasty things they would do with her if they had the chance. As a butler reached to open the large double doors into the carriage, she guessed what the barely legal man fantasied about.
She would be on top, even if she was new to the wonderful world of sex, the driver clearly had even less experience than she. She would ride him, ass facing him as it rubbed against his pelvis, balls deep in her perfectly moulded pussy. A pussy that was all too dry when thinking of the driver on the receiving end of her lust; her bonded mind pushed Aro in the pictures instead, and like magic the flood gates opened out into her simple black panties. Her thighs quivered and a hot breath escaped her, taking a moment before the steps leading up to the doors to compose herself.
Aro turned to her, watching her long pointed ears that poked out of her incredibly silky hair flick, creating a small jingle in her jewellery that ran up the straight lobe which led to the point. She looked up at him, blushing though the peachy makeup that she had applied on her face after she serviced him in bed. “Ladies first.” He said, motioning her to go. She smiled, thanked him, and reached up to playfully tug upon his stubble covered cheek.
“Such a gentleman… I’ll be sure to repay your chivalry before the day’s end, my love.” With a heavy giggle she stepped up, bending over slightly for his viewing pleasure as she slowly ascended the short few steps into the carriage. She made sure to curve each thick thigh around the over, making the mini skirt of her tunic to ride up her incredibly thick cake. Internally her heart thumped a constant drumbeat of excitement, knowing that her love would be staring at her ass cheeks chew on her thong.
Aro indeed did so, biting at his bottom lip hard enough to stifle a small groan of enjoyment at the sight of his girlfriend show off to him. He followed eagerly, skipping steps on his way up.
The carriage’s interior was as elegant as its outside, furnished with carvings over the wood, and a purple carpet floor with two long, heavily cushioned benches running along the two sides. Trysh stood with her arms pulled back behind her to thrust her heavy chest and midriff forward, smiling at Aro who sat beside the closest window. He sighed and rolled his head back onto the pillowy cushion and relaxed his body, and within an instant, the blonde was sitting upon his lap.
She made certain that her ass pressed against his impressive crotch, long, creamy smooth legs hiked over one another which pulled her skirt up dangerously high up her upper thighs. Her hands wrapped around her bondmate, one softly pressed against his heart, and the other over his shoulders. She rested her head on him, sniffing at his manly musk that made her mew softly. She would feel empty if she did not sit upon him, to her it felt like a puzzle without its final piece, or a lock with the wrong key pushed inside it; she would find it unsatisfying and…Wrong.
Aro enjoyed her weightless body on him, as he softly ran his rough-skinned hand up her pale legs, resting upon her smooth thigh under her skirt. Almost perfectly, the driver started off and the carriage lurched forward. “I am rather excited for our first job together… That look you get when I’m facing danger is quite cute, so I hope I need saving from a big nasty creature.”
“I won’t give a monster the pleasure of having to touch you.” Aro replied, softly brushing his thumb over her smoother than smooth skin. Trysh rose a brow and sassily tossed her hair backward, an act that jingled the rings upon her ears, and the matrimonial necklace that made its home squished between her boobs.
“Is that so? Well maybe it’s for the best… That way there’s more chance this nice… Firm body get all bruised up for me to heal up… And we both know what happens when I do that don’t we, my love?”
“Yeah… Trysh the cum pig comes out to play.” She gasped and blushed, averting her large doe eyes from him with embarrassment.
“Juliette neglected to tell me that name is meant as an insult… Forgive me.”
“Why? I think it’s hot… Saria wasn’t lying when she said it had an effect on me.”
“Oh? well of that’s the case I’m sure my BIG, strong boyfriend will be very well acquainted with his sexy Cum Piggy in the future.” She giggled as the confidence returned to her, leaning forward to kiss him.
It was a tender kiss, with only a hint of her tongue slithering from her perfectly pouty lips into her lover’s mouth. He greeted it gladly, rubbing her tight back as the carriage passed through the capital’s streets. Her thick spit swirled though into his mouth, sliding down his throat which caused his crotch to poke at the underside of Trysh’s ass. She squealed and pulled away, sucking air through her parted lips with wide eyes.
“I think we need to change the subject… As much as I want to have sex again so quickly after Saria, I think the baroness will be mad to have her carriage stained.”
“Yes, my love, you’re correct…” There was a small silence, a nice silence, a silence like two long lasting lovers would have where nothing needed to be said, that only their mere presences near each other made them feel fulfilled.
“You know, even though we’re bonded for life, and were so deeply in love for one another…We don’t really know much about each other…” Trysh said casually, snuggling Aro cutely.
“That’s true, all I know about you is your old religion. And that you hate bras.”
“They’re evil things my love, why have something to make your boobs so… Imprisoned?”
“It makes women look good?”
“Yes, but I look good in anything.”
It was indeed true. Aro could give her a burlap sack for her to wear and she would find a way to make it skin tight and show off all her perfectly thick and soft curves. He smiled at her confidence, and pressed his nose upon her floral smelling scalp. “So…” The blonde began. “I know of Saria, and Arabella, are there any other women in your life who’s hearts you’ve broken and panties you’ve dropped?”
“I’m only in my twenties Trysh, I’ve not broken a lot of hearts.”
“All the same, I think you’ve broken many expectations women have for men. I doubt Saria will ever find a bond mate now that she knows big boys like you are so few and far between…” She giggled and shook her hips ever so slightly, grinding her well-formed ass over his semi erect cock. It garnered a small tickle of her thigh, a tickle that she felt ripple through her entire body. “If you won’t tell me about your girlfriends of old, what about famous women you used to admire?”
Aro smiled and continued to stroke Trysh on her thick thigh, like a cat she began to coo and purr though her puffy lips. “Brier Rose’liind.” he said. The Elf cocked a brow and smirked. Of course, he had a crush on an Elf. Why was she not surprised?
“The BrawlBall player? I can see why, all those curves held with such a skimpy shirt and short shorts…”
“You know BrawlBall?” Aro asked almost shocked, he did not expect her to be interested in sports. Trysh nodded whilst looking up into his eyes.
“Of course, I must admit I am not as well informed of the sport. But I cannot deny I enjoy the game. What team in the league do you support?”
“Liverlake. My family would disown me if I supported anyone else.” Trysh hummed in response.
“Sounds like your family are loyal supporters. I’m more of an Eifland United girl… My temple sisters and I were always given free tickets whenever they would play at home.”
Aro chuckled, grinning that handsome grin that made Trysh blush deeply, she could not stop herself from leaking sticky excitement from her pussy, even when pressing her tightly hooked over legs even tighter. “You’re quite fortunate, my family never had the money to be able to see a game in person. Always had to watch highlights on Crystal-Vision.”
For a moment Trysh shot an apologetic look, there she was talking of how her celibate life in the temple of Vernande had perks which many did not have the privilege of enjoying. A tingle of guilt rushed through her. The carriage rocked and jumped over a loose rock on the road. With the rocking came the bounce of the blonde’s tits, and for a moment the birth mark upon one of her oversized, perky breasts pushed out from the semi-transparent tunic. Aro held onto her, making sure her shapely frame never once slipped from his lap; he never wanted her to leave it, the feeling of her on him felt heavenly.
“Apologies my love, I did not know of your families lack of wealth.” Trysh repositioned herself, latching her fingers together behind her man’s neck she unhooked one silky white leg slowly and sexily, mounting her boyfriend by kneeling on either side of his mansplaining legs. Her mini skirt section of her over revealing tunic rose up her thigh, exposing most of them as she sat her ass firmly onto his crotch once more. Without even thinking began to rub her sex and ass upon his swelling cock. She tossed her hair back with grace, now facing him she bit her thick bottom lip. “One day we’ll go watch a game together. Just you and I… I’ll even cut my hair shorter and dye it black, put on that pretty black winged eyeliner that Brier Rose’liind is famous for… I’m sure Juliette has a really tight BattleBrawl uniform that all the elven players wear.” She smiled at him, making him show a hint of a swoon for her radiance. Upon her soaked crotch she felt his girthy member pushing against his slacks. It made her heart flutter that she turned him on so much without really trying.
“I couldn’t make you do that… I like your pretty hair long and blonde.” he stroked his hand through it down her toned back, and for a split second Trysh’alia’s eyes snapped to a pink glow before fading back to normal. She giggled to herself, it seemed that he turned her on just as easily.
“Well, Elven magic is very advanced stuff Aro, we can dye our hair easily, and grow it back very quickly. Its why all of my kind always have bleached blonde hair, easy to colour it to how out bondmate wishes.” She kissed him without warning, melting into him as her breasts pressed against his hairy, firm chest.
The rest of the carriage ride was mostly spent talking of interests and various opinionated topics. Their lips locked together frequently too, and sometimes the Elf would break their tongues away to softly suckle his neck, giving him love bites whilst she inhaled his sweaty, manly musk from her nose. His hands remained fixed on the muscle tone on her back, and the thick ass that softly wiggled into his firm grip. Her soft coo’s and moans serenaded him until the carriage stopped abruptly. Trysh frowned and sucked upon her glossy bottom lip to get a taste of her man, she wished the drive would be longer; just talking and kissing was enough for her to be happy, although the feeling of his bulging cock constantly pressed on her crotch certainly was a bonus.
Aro went to stand, and his elf dismounted him, he slithered his hand into hers as the carriage door opened, and stepped out into the light of the day. Before them, cut deep into a rocky mountain was a large entrance to a cavern, it was black, and looked to absorb the light from around them. Aro puffed his chest out and nodded to the driver, he sheepishly nodded back, noting the rubbed off gloss upon his lips; Trysh saw his reaction, shrugged with an apologetic look and squeezed her lover’s hand.
“Do you think we will be climbing? I should change into something more practical.”
“No!” Aro snapped with enthusiasm, he blushed, and acted with a fake confident clearing of his throat. She took the hint; he liked the skimpy and highly revealing outfit she already had on. She liked it herself, not only did it make her feel sexy, she adored how it highlighted her long list of best features.
Aro confidently led them into the cave. For a second a breath of cold air hit them, a far cry from the hearty warmth of the suns glare. They both shivered, as cold crept up their backs. The darkness came after, a darkness so black neither of them could see their hands in front of their faces. Trysh nervously crushed her body up against Aro, and in doing so already helped make things just a little better…He would be there to save her from anything that lurked in the dark.
After the third time she kicked an imbedded boulder on accident she seethed with irritation through a paned gasp. “Right! I didn’t want to use this magic, but it looks like there’s no other option. My toes can’t take much more!” The blonde cupped her hands together underneath her bulging chest, closing her eyes tightly she muttered sweet melodic whispers of her Elven tongue, Aro already felt the warmth of her words touch his heart, making it beat faster.
There was a bright flash that exploded from Trysh’s hands, and the entire cave around them lit up. The ball of light zipped around them, and Trysh smirked. “The light will be our companion until I decide to extinguish it.”
“And you decided to use it now? Not when we first got in here?” Aro asked with an impressed tone. Naturally his eyes wandered down her breasts, to see the clear view of her nipples poking at her thin, semi-transparent tunic. She saw him do so, and blushed with embarrassment, she made no effort to hide them though.
“It’s cold in here, ok? Besides…The ball of light is strong magic, and you know what my people’s magic does to us.” With her ears flicking her tongue slithered out from her pouty lips to lather them with Elf spit, and as they continued, she eyed her man’s crotch more than the path ahead.
The more they went on through the thankfully empty cavern, Trysh’s footsteps became wobbly and weak, she felt her juices leak down her creamy white legs, and with as much subtlety as a charging rhino in a glassware shop, she pressed her thicc thighs together whilst her natural Elven sway of her hips rubbed them together, an act that only made her pleasure surge up. Eventually the light magic was too much to bear on her perfect hourglass body. She could barely think of anything else other than the smell of cock and the taste of her boyfriend’s cream run down her throat, Aro had resulted in giving her a piggy back, hooking his arms under her thighs with her legs tightly wrapped around his front.
“It feels like we have been walking for hours Aro… Can’t we stop and take a rest?” Trysh asked while sniffing the nape of his neck to intake his sweat.
“We have a job babe, we don’t stop until we get the job done.”
“But im really horne- WATCH OUT!” Her screech echoed through the cavern, which had now opened up into a vast open space, Aro stopped abruptly, just in time so that they did not fall into the abyss. There was no ground left, only a pit of darkness. “You need to get your mind off my body and on the floor my love…How far down does that go?!”
“With you on my back how can I not think of anything else but your tits and legs?” He mumbled, upon his cheek she kissed him, lightly chuckling, and her nails digging slightly into his firm chest. Beside Aro’s foot was a small rock, he scraped the dirt covered floor and pushed it over the edge.
The sound of it hitting the floor did not come. Aro’s stomach churned, he felt sick, an endless pit, and no way down but to climb. Trysh felt his shoulders tense up, and lightly brushed her cheek against his. “You ok?” She asked with a sweet, concerned voice.
“Yeah…I’m just not great with heights. It looks like we have to climb down as well…Fuck.”
“Oh goddess, I did not know!” She pressed her cheek onto his and rubbed it on him, purring softly. “You’ll be ok my love. I know you’re strong enough to go through with it. And I’ll be with you every step of the way…”
“Thanks, Trysh…” He said warmly, stroking her bare thighs under his arms.
“Anyway… I can think of a way to take your mind off your fear. Before you plunge into that hole…You can plunge into mine as hard and as fast as you want.” Trysh kissed his cheek again, and proceeded to suckle on the lobe of his ear. Pink overcame her vision, and lit up the dim space around them.
They fucked for a short time. Standing up, as the blonde disliked getting her elegant and whorish clothes dirty. It did not stop her from pulling her heavy breasts out from the deep neckline and allowing them to bounce freely as her lover took his stress out on her. With her hands pressed against the walls of the cave, and their lusty moans echoing and rippling through the dark it was impossible to feel the chill which they had felt beforehand.
Trysh came first, and again before Aro eventually pulled out and motioned her to squat down and to open her mouth wide to receive his load. She did so without fail, wrapping her puffy lips around his peeled back foreskin and lapping her leftover cum from him before he shot into her mouth. She swallowed him like the self-proclaimed cum pig she was, savouring every ounce of its potent taste and keeping enough in her mouth after he grew soft between her lips to swirl around, chew and gargle in front of him. All before loudly gulping it down and opening her mouth wide to show her man that she had done her job.
“Now all we need to do is find a way to get down…” Aro said, tying his trousers back up as Trysh, with her tunic pulled out to expose her breasts and the necklace that rested between them, started to fish around the sack of holding. Her arm was submerged up to her elbow.
“There must be something in this bag that can help. There’s hundreds of years’ worth of magic items and clothes in here. Besides, I don’t think this outfit is good for climbing a sheer drop…Ah ha!” She tugged up with a tensed arm, eventually pulling out a rope with a small tag. With a quiver in her step, she approached Aro and gave the rope to him, biting her lip as the after effects of his warclub splitting her in two was well and truly felt throughout her body.
Aro held the rope, and examined the small tag as Trysh dove back into the bag. “Endless rope…?” He read, with the ball of light close by. “Magically enhanced to extend forever, use on masochists for bonda- ok not going to finish that…” He went to tie the rope around the thickest stalagmite, knotting it around again and again until he was sure the rope would not untie with the weight of one human, and the weightlessness of an Elf. Bile built up in his belly the longer he thought on the decent. A bottomless pit of cold and darkness, where anything could lunge out at them. His hands shook, and his body sweated profusely.
The blonde took to a pair of brown leather leggings, and went to retrieve the cotton shirt Aro had given her at the Ripper base. Complete with black high heeled knee length boots she smiled and stepped her elegant tunic from her body. Aro watched her do so, admiring her silky hair falling down her toned back, tickling her thick legs and her ears twitching with the jingle of her studs and hoops pierced into them. He stared in awe as she had difficulty getting the leather up her body, having to tug them up and over her round peach of an ass multiple times with jiggling and huffing. The top was the same, with the string ties around the v shape neckline unravelling from the sheer size of her bust; the cotton was clung to her tight tummy, and gave him a clear view of her belly button. She grasped her engagement necklace, the sapphire rose and gave it a small kiss of love, and rested it on top of her tight “Y” shaped cleavage that allowed no room for the gemstone to fall down into. Her look was finished with tying her hair back into a loose ponytail, using her own hair as a tie to wrap around. Once her ordeal was over, she twisted on her high heels and looked at her man, blushing as she noticed him staring. “…What?” she asked with a genuine smile that suddenly wiped the fear from Aro’s body.
“Nothing, just enjoying the show…”
“Well, I hope I provided a good view…Pervert.” She shook her head that made her ponytail swish gracefully, tickling her thick leather clad ass whilst sticking her cum glazed tongue out at him.
The couple tied the rope around their waists, leading it into the darkness and letting it drop. Again, there was no indication of an end point, which only caused Aro to shake his head and mutter curses under his breath. “Hey.” Trysh pulled her small, delicate hand out and softly hold his forearm. “You’re far braver than you think you are. It is not easy facing your fears, so I just wanted to let you know that…I love you, and wish I can be as brave as you as the years we have together go on.” She smiled, and Aro blushed deeper than he ever had before. He loved her too, deeper than any other girl he had met. He was thankful to fate that she was put into his path. For her sake, he wanted to be a better man.
“Trysh…I…”
“I know you do. Just don’t die before we get married and have a whole bunch of kids, ‘Kay?” The twosome climbed down, Aro gasping the rope and holding it tightly; and kicking his toes into grooves deep enough to hold his feet within the coarse stone. Aro was hesitant, going slow a steady. He looked up once, and almost immediately felt the cold leather of Trysh’alia’s ass press onto his face. She yelped, and clamped down. Tossing her tight ponytail back to see the source of the feeling she sighed and cheekily wiggled her bubbly behind on her lover’s face.
“Apologies my love, I thought you were lower…” She bit her lip and giggled, a sweet sound that rippled through the dark abyss.
“Never be sorry for sitting on my face Trysh.”
“Mmm. Well we’ve only been climbing for ten minutes, we could surface and I can give you a much more personal experience with my ass on that tongue of yours…”
“Tempting, but I know you’re the one who wants that more than I…”
She blushed heavily, even though the pitch blackness around them he knew she was. He grinned to himself as he resumed his decent. She may have grown in confidence over the time she had been with him, but even still she was still as submissive and delicate as ever. He would openly admit to anyone that he loved this girl, and as the time drew on within the dark pit, he became comfortable with it, with thoughts of wanting to breed Trysh like the Elven race had been attuned, and tweaked to do centuries ago caressing his mind away from the unease of what may have been around them.
After what felt like days for the duo, Aro finally felt his foot hit upon a form of rough grit, crunching whatever he stepped on. it felt like gravel, or tiny pebbles you would find on a beach. He sighed, sweating, arms aching and toned from the workout. Placing his back on the wall they had descended he pulled his sweaty dark hair out from his eyes and proceeded to down the canteen strapped to his sword hip. His thicc Elven wife to be came down seconds after, immediately smelling his musky scent as her nose flared like a dog would to a bone.
She barely looked out of breath, and the long sleeves of her tighter than tight top clung to her defined muscle tone. Flicking her long hair over one shoulder she dusted her small hands and looked up at Aro, black eyebrow cocked and almost cockily wiggled her hips at him before she went forward. “Donis genes, my love. I don’t find many physical tasks difficult. But let’s get rid of all that fatigue, shall we?” She snapped her fingers and spoke in her Elven tongue, and immediately Aro felt his heavy lungs loosen, heart slowing to a normal beat.
It was just in his instinct to catch his girlfriend who stumbled and fell backward. She fell into his arms, her usually jiggling assets staying where it was due to the tight constraints of her climbing attire. She smiled and grasped at his body, pulling herself back up with small stumbles before Aro helped her back to her heeled feet. “What’s wrong? You look really drained.”
“That spell swapped my stamina for yours for a while, my love. Goddess is this how you feel after sex?” she giggled weakly, wrapping her arms around him and allowing him to pull her up off her feet to hold her as they walked. They continued forward, as her lewd thoughts quickly returned to her. Trysh was adamant that the ball of light floated near them, shimmering over how her nipples never softened since conjuring it.
Yet soon the ball of light was not needed. The cavern started to light up with a bright blue shimmer. Trysh stared with wonder at the glittering crystals and gemstones that spread across a cavernous opening, with grass and trees and a small spring filled with crystal clear water. A spring that had a guest.
Drinking from it was a creature, on four legs with a fifth one between its back legs, swinging with each sudden move. Where the horses head would have been was replaced with a ripped torso of a human, with dozens of bumps of abs and thick muscles that made it look heavy and almost grotesquely large.
“Can you see the fertility totem anywhere my love?” The blonde mumbled, desperate to hold the urge to pull her head sized tits from their confined constraints and press them into her hunk of a boyfriends’ face. Aro had that look of determination painted all over him, staring directly forward at the centaur with gritted teeth and with fingers pressing a little too hard into her leather clad ass and back.
“No but it can’t be too far. Can you walk?”
Trysh nodded her head loosely. “If it’s to let you be a handsome heroic stud…I can do anything.”
“Centaurs are dangerous, a demon from the Hell Plains, you can see from the white hair and black eyes…And the small points in their ears. They say they like to feast of the pure… Maybe it’s best if I put you behind a rock.”
Trysh pouted and crossed her arms under her breasts. “I’m staying with you. We’re not just life mates Aro, I’m your partner. I have to be there in case he messes up that handsome face of yours.”
“I’ll be fine. Well, his greatsword is a little bit of an issue.”
“By Vernande yes! He’s got a massive one, hasn’t he? It swings like yours does…” She blushed and looked into his eyes, sweetly batting her big blue eyes when she realised, he was talking of the weapon strapped to his back, rather than the sexual weapon between his legs. She was let down and with a shaky step, and stayed by his side, heaving her chest up and down. “I will stay by your side until death my love.”
Aro tried to hold a smile and the warm fuzzy feeling he felt in his chest. They nodded to each other and charged at the beast.
It reacted quickly, snarling its thin, fang-like teeth at them as water dripped from its potato shaped head. It reached behind its back to pull the massive sword, sending it down as the twosome dodged skilfully. It clattered the grassy floor, sending dirt and mud up from the point of impact. Aro dashed to its arms, brandishing his blade and sending a scornful downward slash at it. He gasped as it leapt backward and faced him head on, hastily lifting the greatsword back up to an offensive stance.
It stared at him with black eyes, soulless, like all beings from Hell. Aro, poised and ready for the ice to break, stared straight back at the centaur, without flinching. Trysh watching with her hands ready to cast healing magic spurred him on, it was like he was back in this late teens, feeling the need to show off to the pretty Elves in the village, rather than the humans who all desired him.
The centaur struck first, stabbing at Aro whom parried the strike with a flick of his wrists, using the weight of the greatsword to send it the other direction. He heard a yelp from Trysh, one that was of fear for his safety. A clash of steel rattled the cavern, and again, their weapons clashed multiple times, both blocking and deflecting strikes from the other. Aro kicked the beast a number of times, cutting chunks from its pyramid of abs and its knobbly horse knees, even one across the side of its thin, wide lips.
Blood trickled from its wounds, and from the sweat that knotted into his white hair and the slowing of strikes, the fatigue was setting in. Trysh beamed from ear to ear as she cheered him on, bouncing and jumping like a cheerleader of BattleBrawl teams as she noticed Aro cut into the centaurs’ leg. The beast roared, and sank down as the sliced leg fell. Its sword fell, heavily thudding on the ground. The monster managed to sneer at Aro in defiance before he brought his blade down into its neck, sending it to its death.
Trysh applauded, smiling her white teeth and pressing her thick thighs together. She was scared when he fought, but watching him battle, with sweat darkening his clothes, and how she knew his musky smell would be strong and potent made her want to bend into a squat and fuck her fingers furiously. She approached, skipping and kissing his cheek without getting on her tip toes thanks to her heels. “That was amazing my love!” she squealed, and her nose began to intake the sweaty smells of his body, if she wasn’t beside a mass of dead horse and man, she would have been ready to reward him for his amazing performance.
“That was odd…I still don’t feel tired.”
“That’s Elves for you baby…Remember my magic swapped our stamina? My kind are built to only get tired after…Intense sessions.” She looked into his eyes and winked, sucking hard on her lip as a sudden shadow loomed over them. Aro jumped and pulled his sword outward to whatever caused the shadow. Trysh yelped and stepped behind her man.
It was a house. A small cottage, with smoke billowing out from its chimney. “Where did that come from?” Aro said.
“I do not know my love…But perhaps that is where the totem lies?”
To Be Continued in Chapter 13: A Hag Garbed in Black
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