***Cadence of Dawn***
The shadows of night were beginning to wane. Firelight lit up the trees around the moving bodies in the brush. Hips rocked, hands roamed, lips kissed and sucked on skin as the soft sounds of two people meeting in intimacy echoed around the forest. Soft breaths, gentle moans and sighs, a cry of ecstasy and then all was still and silent. The fire licked and cracked at the air gently, as silence fell. With a slow movement she rose off him, standing and wrapping her shroud around her body, slender and firm, pale skin lit by the fire. As she approached the fire, angular features and pointed ears were lit up in the light, casting the shadows away from her expression, a soft blush covering her face. Brushing strands of fiery red hair from her face and behind pointed ears, the elven woman dropped down to her knees in front of the licking flame and held her hands towards it. Rubbing them together, she drew he shawl closer to hide her breasts beneath its sheer fabric. “The sun is rising, *penaal*.”
The elvish word rolled through the air and made Cadence shudder as he sat up, brushing his blonde locks behind his own point tipped ears, rolling his neck slowly before he stood and pulled up his britches. The light of the fire lit the sweat-slicked muscles of his chest as he made his way over and sat on a fallen log, placing his golden harp in his lap and gently beginning to strum.
The elvish woman fell into a trance, eyes staring into the fire, a deep sapphire blue mimicking the dance of the ocean’s waves in the flickering light. She let her gaze drift over to the half-elven minstrels’ emerald eyes which stared back at her. The lilting notes of the melody he was stringing together made the flames before her lurch back and forth. She turned then from him to the sky above them, as black inky void turned to a deep blue, and slowly grew brighter.
She stood again, letting the veil around her body dance away from her skin and slip off her shoulders, leaving her naked before him again. Her loins burned whenever she heard the entrancing song of his instrument, and this time she scowled gently as she approached. “Your music is bewitching, half-breed. What is this enthralling magic? You turned me into a mistress far too easily, and I would know before the dawn comes.”
The bard simply laughed, letting the harp release from his hands. Its strings continued to pluck, following suit of the melody he had been forming as it floated away from him, leaving the bard able to remove his britches once more. The elf remained wary of him for a long moment, before stepping closer and dropping to her knees once again, her hands slipping into the leather breeches and pulling them down to his ankles in one swift movement. She pushed him back with a fair bit of force, knocking him off the log he rested upon and onto his back in the dirt with a solid grunt. Then she pounced on him, hands finding his wrists and holding him down in the dirt, before grasping the base of his shaft and dropping down on him. Her womanhood desperately clenched around his stiffened cock, causing her form to shudder, before sighing hard. “N-now. Tell me, *penaal*. How do you bewitch me?” Her hips slowly rolled in short rises and drops, keeping him as deeply buried inside of her as she could without staying still.
Cadence groaned gently, before speaking up. “Come now, love. Can’t you just admit you can’t keep your hands off me- ow!” Without a second glance, she had drawn a blade and put it to his throat, making the bard hold his breath. All the while she continued to roll her hips evenly, and as her hand faltered ever so slightly with the blade, she released a quiet sigh, eyes closing as she continued to ride him. Cadence gently removed the blade from his throat, which she allowed before wrapping her fingers around his throat gently, before growling out “Tell me.”
At that point, there was no real reason for Cadence to piss the woman off. “Honest, Ynaselle, I do not bewitch. I am simply irresistible-” He choked out the last word as her grip tightened around his throat hard, cutting off his breath before groaning lightly as she released her grip “Fuck you’re tight though, Yna.” She sneered slightly, before shaking her head and sighing. She sat up on his pelvis and began riding him hard and quick, her hips moving like water slipping up the length of his cock and back down to the base with hard drops like it was second nature. The bard beneath her shuddered lightly, before groaning and saying “I don’t bewitch anyone Ynaselle. I simply play my music. Whatever attraction brews from that is natural.” The elven woman’s eyes squeezed shut as she continued working harder on him, dropping harder with each second. The bard could do little but consign himself to his fate, slowly working to meet her drops with thrusts back up into her.
As the sun broke over the hill and cast its rays through the leaves of the trees that surrounded them, both released their love. The elven woman cried out loudly, before dropping down to her hands over the bard, stopping herself short from falling into his arms. Sapphire and Emerald met in a short quiet stare as the gentle rays of dawn’s light warmed Ynaselle’s back. Cadence made the first move, raising a hand. The enchanting music of the harp stopped, and for a moment, the only sounds were the chirping of the birds, the wind in the breeze, and the sound of the crackling fire…
And the beating of Ynaselle’s heart in her ears.
Her pussy ached desperately. No music rang in her ears, and still, she yearned for more of him. He had already filled her with several loads of his love, but she wanted more. She could barely be rid of him inside of her. After a long moment of silence, she took his face in her hands and drew his lips to her own in a tender kiss, before whispering “What are you, *penaal*?” “Just a boy with a harp and a good sense of humor.” Cadence shot back his answer without a moment of waiting, and then they began again.
Their arms entwined in the morning sun, skin brushing pale skin as their lips melded together, hips rolling and thrusting into each other as they worked themselves into endless bliss.
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Ynaselle stood draped in her shawl as she eyed the sun’s rays. Her hands gently dragged through the bard’s hair, whose lap she sat in, his cock buried deep inside of her core. A gentle brush pushed his hair out of his face as she leaned back and looked the man in the eyes. “Dawn has come and gone, love. I have a hunt to chase after, and you have other wenches to bed, I’m sure.” Cadence with a small snort, quickly muttered: “Countless are those who wish to join me under sheets of cotton and silk.”
A blade prodded into his back, causing the half-elf to smirk before grinning wider “That just makes me sure that you’ll miss me~” Ynaselle removed her blade a moment later, placing another kiss on his lips before mumbling “I will not wait for you to return, *penaal…*but my bed will be open whenever you find your way back into the lands of Xindari.” Her hands continued to brush his hair back before she stood lithely, slipping his cock from within her core. His seed dripped slowly down the length of his leg, making her body ache to be reconnected. She then turned and sauntered off into the woods, disappearing through the foliage and brush, leaving Cadence alone in the small camp. Pulling up his britches, and turning back to the morning light, the harp returned to him and Cadence once again began to play the instrument, humming a soft tune as the sun rose ever slowly upwards.
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