Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2024 19:22:04 +0000 From: william michael Subject: A Magic Journey part 3 A Magic Journey part 3 Consider making a donation to keep the stories coming. Iain approached the thermal pool in the woods a short distance from the clearing he shared with Alura the Enchantress. It was the appointed day and time for another of his encounters with the elfwin hunter, Gransen. It was the third such time they would use the warm water pool as the back drop for their energetic man to man sex. The diminutive elfwin, at least by human standards, had demonstrated a significant sexual appetite, centered around the sizeable, by human standards, cock that Iain possessed and willingly shared. As he cleared the last tree that blocked his view of the water he was surprised to see not only Gransen but two other elfwin males seated in the water, presumably as naked below as they were above. As he approached the end of the pool opposite where the three sat he returned the raised hand from his friend. "Hail, Iain of Blackthorn. Tis pleased we are to see you and looking so well. Come, join us." "Hail, Gransen and friends. You appear quite hale yourselves." With that he began to strip off his clothes and once fully naked, he stepped into the warm water. At this end the water was only knee deep so as he approached the others his semi rigid dick was in full view and the object of all three elwins' attention. Iain moved to one side of Gransen and lowered himself into the deeper water at this end. "May I know your friends?" he asked. "These are two stout fellows of my acquaintance since childhood, Dilon and Murtah. In a moment of indiscretion I let slip what a treasure I had found," the elfwin said, while gesturing towards Iain's waist, "and they persuaded me to let them join us." "Exactly what did you tell them." "He said that if we were enjoying his cock up our asses, we would go wild for what he had found. He had his cock in me at the time," the one identified as Dilon offered. "And based on what we saw as you approached he seems to be right," added Murtah. It hadn't been lost on Iain that the two elfwin males had closed the distance and he now had a semi-circle of ardent admirers facing him in the water. He stood up slowly, letting the now fully hardened organ come into clear view. Gransen reached out and took it into his small hand. "Did I not say it was a magnificent piece?" As if to taunt his two companions he began to stroke Iain's cock while leaning in to lay his tongue along the side of the shaft. This was quickly followed by one of the others, Murtah, he thought, sliding in to claim the other side of the thick shaft with his tongue. The last elfwin went in low and got his lips and tongue one Iain's ball sack and quickly the boy was straining to keep his hips from moving too much, less he lose contact with these three obviously skilled practitioners of the man sex arts. So he took the expedient measure of placing a hand on the head of each of those licking his cock to steady himself. Then, as if he was claiming some form of precedence, Gransen slid his tongue up to the tip of Iain's cock and then let his lips slide over the head and down half the shaft. The boy let out a groan of pleasure. The other two elfwins sat back on their heels, obviously miffed at their leader's greed. Iain couldn't help but be amused and more than a little gratified at the thought of these three experienced persons being so eager for his cock. He gestured for the two to stand and when they did he reached out and took their cocks in hand and began to stroke the smaller yet still hard and drooling members. They chose to repay his kindness by leaning in and begin licking his hard nipples. Gransen slid back off that meaty cock and looked up at Iain and said, "This is all well and good, Iain, but what I want is this fine cock pushed up into my ass." "I'm agreeable," the teen answered "but you'll have to attend to your two friends." With that Iain pulled the elfwin up by his shoulders, turned him around and bent him over, exposing that tight, small ass ring. While he was spitting some saliva onto that winking ring, the other two elfwins positioned themselves in front of their leader and presented two hard, dripping cocks to his mouth and hands. As Iain began to insert his fat cock head, holding Gransen up by his hips, his friend took a cock in each hand and began to stroke and lick them. When half the fat shaft was up that tight ass, Gransen moaned out his pleasure around one of the cocks he had just swallowed to the root. Iain kept pumping with the vigor and energy of a now healthy teenager. Gransen must have been over stimulated because he was just sounding out the shout that he was going to come and he began to fire his healthy load into the clear warm water. With that climax, Iain withdrew his still full, swollen cock and signaled for one of the others to assume the position of privilege. Dilon moved around presented a tight, well-muscled, if relatively small ass to Iain's drooling head. In similar fashion he had the head and about half the shaft inside that tight, but not virgin, ass. Gransen had resumed sucking on Murtah's cock and the small hollow was filled with the sounds of fucking and sucking. Iain fired off his first cum of the day up inside Dilon's ass just after the little man had stood nearly upright and fired off a significant cum load out into the water and onto the legs of his two friends. The elfwin slid forward off that big human cock and went to his knees in the water, panting with the exertion. Apparently Murtah was more interested in filling his mouth than his ass because as soon as Dilon was off, the other elfwin knelt in the water and got the still hard, if a little messy dick in his mouth and began sucking voraciously. Gransen looked up and said, "I trust you find our offerings to your liking, Iain of Blackthorn?" "Indeed, such fine ass and mouths. Perhaps one of you would be so kind as to apply a mouth to my asshole, it feels neglected." With a smile Dilon moved around and began to spread Iain's firm ass cheeks so he could get his tongue on the tight ring. Gransen then moved to stand at Iain's side and with some bending and stretching they managed to get their mouths on each other and shared some lip grinding, tongue wrestling kisses. It took a while but the talented elfwin mouth finally coaxed Iain's second load and with some effort managed to either swallow or lick up the entire load. It was now time for some rearranging so Iain settled down into the water and accepted the offer of Murtah's cock which still had come so the elfwin stood straddling Iain's waist and let the young human suck and fondle him to a healthy load. The elfwin settled down to sit on Iain's hips and took Gransen's cock into his mouth while Iain took hold of Dilon and began to stroke, then suck him to another cumshot. He in turn pulled Murtah's waist out of the water and began to suck him. Iain watched from his vantage point to see the three friends enjoy each other as he imagined they must have done numerous times. After another series of loads, the four settled into the water for some soaking and casual fondling. Then it was time to bring things to a close but not before Iain sprang a surprise on his friend Gransen. Motioning the elfwin aside he spoke quietly. "Gransen, when I informed Mistress Alura of our first time together, she was very understanding and more than a little aroused. She has extended an invitation to you to join us in an evening of fun. Would you be interested?" The elfwin blinked a few times an then said, "Is what I have heard about the Zuhra enchanters true, I mean," as he gestured toward his own waist. "Yes, indeed. If you find me interesting, you will be most pleased." "Then I surely do accept. When?" "The first night of no moon, at sunset. And plan to remain the night." Gransen's grin was large and so was the bulge in his leggings. Iain waved his friends off and began his walk back to the clearing. It had been a good day, but he was sure that after the telling it was going to be an even better night especially with the news of the impending threesome. He couldn't have been more right and he took advantage of Alura's excitement to try something new. "Are you sure, darling?" "Indeed I am. I can honestly say that I love you without limits or reservations and I want to give myself to you completely." With that said, he went to all fours on the bed, his ass raised as high as it would go. Alura was nearly beside herself in excitement. Her cock was as hard as it had ever been, drooling heavily and pulsing slightly. She took one hand to spread those adorable, firm cheeks and then rubbed the head of her cock on the tight ring, coating it with her natural lubricant. This boy, whom she loved to utter distraction, without any suggestion on her part, had offered up the last part of his body to her. With patience she rubbed some more and then began to press forward. She felt her love twitch his hips a bit at first but then he pushed back. The heavy flow of precum was thoroughly lubing the hole and her cock and it wasn't long before it started to move deeper. He began to groan and she was quickly slipping into a state of ecstasy. Only once before, oh so long ago, had someone offered themselves to her in this fashion and the result was disastrous and contributed largely to her leaving her home. Now, in this place that was firmly hers and with the young man that had captured her heart and soul so completely it would be perfect. Slowly, with back and forth movements of her hips she pushed more and more of her large fat cock into her young lovers ass. Finally, her hips came to rest against his firm ass so she paused to feel the sensation of that tight warm sleeve envelope her dick. She looked down to see Iain looking back at her from the surface of the bed. His eyes were dreamy and with a small smile he nodded his encouragement so she pulled back and then pushed back in. After several cycles of this she was surprised to hear, "Harder, mistress, let me feel how much you desire my body." With that she brought her hips back and gave a more vigorous downstroke. Again after several more such she heard the same request. "Yes, harder, mistress please, I am not made of porcelain." So she ramped up both speed and power and quickly she was pounding his teen age ass with her massive dick. His groans turned to grunts that emerged in time to her strokes and the bedroom they shared was filled with the sounds of their wild, wanton love making. As she pounded her hips into his ass, her head was flailing, whipping her long hair around her shoulders and back. She could see Iain grabbing hands full of the bed cover until he could no longer contain himself and he raised up on his elbows and began to fire stream after stream of cum onto the bed. The only sound he made was a single strangled cry. It was too much for Alura and before he began to subside she was pulling back on his hips, holding him tightly to her body as she pumped a massive load of cum into her love's tight ass. When both were spent she folded down over his back and then pulled him sideways so they were both laying on their sides, her cock still in his ass, her cum slowly leaking out around it. It was some minutes before their breathing slowed enough to allow speech. "Thank you, mistress. I've never felt anything like that." "You have no idea what a gift you just gave me, my darling. Someday I will share with you the full story, but for now, know that you have exorcised a demon from my past, and I love you all the more for it. Your instincts continue to amaze me. Now settle back and we shall sleep and when we awake we will switch roles and you will use that delicious young cock to fuck my ass until we can't move again." And sleep they did, but it wasn't to be the upcoming adventure with the elfwin Gransen that would be his next major life experience. For whatever reason the next week proved to be a busy one. Not only were there various preparations to make but their also seemed to be a spate of accidents and illnesses that kept them fairly busy. One of those required Alura to return with the patient to make sure that the sick room would be properly set up to address the injury. She told Iain that he should make use of the day to use the thermal pool to rest. So by mid-morning he was sitting chin deep in the warm water, feeling the soothing effect ease his body and mind. He had set his bow and quiver in easy reach but it was more from habit than fear of any attack. He had been soaking for only a short time when he thought he heard, or perhaps felt, another presence. In a calm voice, he called out, "You may come forward if you'd like. There's enough water to share." To his great surprise the figure that emerged was an elfwin female, perhaps four feet tall, maybe a bit more, dressed in well-made but muted garments. A tunic of green, leggings of a slightly lighter shade and a brown leather vest. Her reddish brown hair was long and hung down her back in a single pony tail. She held her hands down in front of her and her head was bent slightly downward with eyes downcast. It was obvious to Iain who she was but he was having a hard time linking the demure, almost subservient attitude with the disagreeable creature he had originally encountered. So he offered just a simple, "Good morning." "Good morning to you, Sir Iain." He let the use of the honorific pass. "You have me at a disadvantage, the last time we met, I wasn't told your name." "My name is Bedawyr, good sir." "Hail and well met, Bedawyr. Would you care to sit?" "Thank you, I would, but are you willing to bear my company?" "Provided you mean me no harm. This pool is open to all, as far as I know." So the petite figure perched herself on the edge of one of the rock outcroppings. She finally raised her head but her expression held none of the challenge or contempt that he recalled. Instead it was one of concern and perhaps inquisitiveness. "Is our meeting one of chance, Bedawyr, or is there some design to it?" She offered a tentative smile and replied, "In truth I have been wanting to speak to you for some days now, but I feared appearing at the home of your mistress. I feared her anger. When I heard that you were seen at this pool at various times I hoped I would be able to find you here. And so I have." "To what purpose, may I ask?" "To converse with you. To offer you my most genuine apology and to offer some form of amends for the vile things I said to you and the attitude I displayed." By the time she was done she was staring down at the two clasped hands in her lap. "May I ask how you came to the conclusion that you needed and wanted to do this?" he asked gently. "It would be true to say that when you offered your gently and skillfully voiced rebuke of my original apology that was not, I was angered and humiliated. I thought about it much in the first few days of my convalescence but it was something that my father had said, that truly began my journey that has led here. He said that he could not comprehend how someone who bore the blood of his fair mate, my mother, as half her own could possibly be such a foul natured bitch with so much contempt for all around her. He said it with such regret, it was like a knife to my heart." Iain couldn't help but wince but when he saw the look of such sadness and dismay he couldn't help feel a bit of sympathy, if just a bit. "It was then that I secreted myself away from all my people and brooded. But then something occurred that changed the direction of my introspection. Do you believe that the spirits of the dead can speak with us, Sir Iain?" Iain got a rather faraway look and he spoke quietly. "One night, many years ago, a woman came to our door. She was middle aged, neither comely nor ugly, but there was something about her, a presence. She had been traveling for many days and was in need of a place to spend the night. To my surprise my father granted her haven. As she entered the house she saw me and stopped. Her expression was one of interest. Then she turned that gaze on my father. To him she spoke a few muted words. His expression turned to stone and while he didn't turn her out, he spoke to her no more. She was given food and place to sleep and in the morning she was gone. From that very day my training in skills such as archery, woodcraft and the like was trebled, as if he was preparing me for what came to pass." Then he looked directly at Bedawyr and said, "I have never had converse with the dead but I have often wondered if what she told my father was a premonition of the destruction of our heritage. And with what I've learned from Mistress Alura, I must assume such things are possible." Bedawyr nodded and said, "One night, in a dream, my mother came to me, or so it seemed. While not as blunt as my father, she remonstrated with me about my thoughts, attitudes and prejudices. I was told I was unfit to be the daughter of the high chief of the South Wood elfwins and that I must do much to change my ways and atone for my past indiscretions. She said you must be my first." "Bedawyr, my grievance with you was of little moment, some ill-chosen words spoken at a time of pain. I'd not think it any great effort for us to mend that rift." The look she gave him was not blank but more closed, as if she was afraid to reveal her feelings. She then looked at the water and touched the edge of the stone with a toe of her supple leather ankle boots. "The water is really very soothing, have you ever used the pool?" "No, but I have heard about it from my sibling." "Gransen?" She nodded. "You are welcome," he said, gesturing. "You would allow me such?" "It is not for me to allow, Bedawyr. But I would not object." She looked at the water again, then off into the distance and then as if coming to a decision she stood up and began to disrobe. Iain was enough of a gentleman to not stare directly but with a side glance or two he saw a petite but well-formed body with slim, firm legs, rounded hips and small but perfectly formed breasts. When she bent a bit to place her leggings on the rock he got a glimpse of a very well rounded ass. Then she was stepping down into the water, her hands strategically placed. When she sat down the water covered her to her shoulders and she pulled her legs up so she could rest her arms and chin on them. Her face took on a look of contentment "It is as you say, Sir Iain. I find it most soothing. This would be a good place for contemplation." "Please, just Iain. My family had wealth and power, but were not of the nobility." "As you say, Iain. My thanks, for it helps to ease the barrier between us." "Barrier?" "The one that I erected with my words and actions." "May I suggest," Iain said, reaching out with his open hand, "that you take my hand and in doing such we agree that all is forgiven and no barrier exists between us." The elfwin maid looked hesitant but the human boy's face suggested no guile so slowly, shyly, she reached out a hand and placed it in his. His fingers slowly folded over hers and she felt the brief squeeze, which she returned. Then he released his grip and she reluctantly followed because it felt warm and oddly pleasing. "I have heard some of your tale, Iain. How is it that someone who has lost so much and suffered so much, can be so kind, so gentle? I would seek to understand." "It is fairly simple, Bedawyr. When I was at my lowest point, near death even, I found refuge with a soul of such gentleness and with a capacity for love beyond any I've ever encountered. She showed me how easy it can be to open oneself and let the pain and hurt go if there is someone who can provide love and joy to fill those voids." "How fortunate you were, Iain, I fear I will not be so lucky," she relied somewhat morosely. Iain reached out his hand again and said, "Perhaps some friendship, freely giving can help begin the healing." She stared at his hand as if it suddenly had become a snake. He leaned forward a little, his chest rising out of the water and then her hand was in his, the grip she offered surprisingly strong. He smiled and she again fixated on his face and then she was pulling herself through the water toward him. Before he could react he found her petite form pressed up against his side, his arm pulled around her shoulders and her face pressed into his neck and shoulder. He wasn't sure what to expect next but whatever instincts he possessed told him something significant was happening so he waited. He heard and felt a long sigh and she was cuddling tighter into his side, an arm across his chest pulling tightly. He responded by letting his cheek come to rest on top of her head and the arm around her shoulders tighten a bit more. "I now know what it is that the enchantress perceived in you, Iain. There is no malice in your heart, only room for others to take up residence. You have even found space for the likes of me." "I think the likes of you has changed greatly. Not to mention that pressing your comely naked body against mine has done much to remove any remaining barriers," he said, looking down at her. From such a close range he could only see her eyes clearly but they seemed to be crinkled in a smile. They were also very alluring in an exotic fashion. He was also noticing that they were getting closer and soon a pair of soft warm perfectly formed lips were pressed against his. At first the contact was hesitant, just lips against lips. But as they continued, the pressure increased and the hand on his chest began to move. Then the lips parted and tongues encountered each other and passions began to flair. Here was a girl, or young female of her species who hadn't had any form of romantic contact in her life. Now she was in the arms of a male who had treated her as no other ever had and who, when viewed without malice, possessed many traits she could find attractive. The one that was most attractive right now was his proximity, his nakedness, and his willingness to give what she was craving. "Oh, dear Iain, I cannot contain myself. Please don't deny me what I need so badly. You have lit a fire, please feed the flames." He had to admit that he had begun to feel some true affection for the elfwin maid and indeed the sight of her naked body had started reactions in his own. Add the fact that he was a healthy human teen that seemed to have a limitless supply of sexual energy he was ready, willing and able to give her what she was asking for. "Willingly given, willingly received, offered in joy and affection?" he asked. Her face broke into a smile that radiated through her whole body and she sprang up to cover his torso with her body, her bare pussy pressed against his now fully hard cock, her mouth now ravaging his. He brought his arms around and held her tightly. He felt her hard nipples pressed against his bare wet chest as her hips rubbed her pussy along the bottom of his cock. She was making low mewling noises that vibrated along his tongue. After some time like this he took hold of her sides and pulled her up, her light frame seemingly weightless, until he could latch his lips on her hard, protruding nipples. She wrapped he arms around his head and kissed his hair. "Oh, my darling Iain. I feel like I never have before. You redeem my soul with your gentle love and generosity. Please spare nothing and share all the pleasures you know with me." "Freely asked, freely given, gladly and with true affection," he replied. She tilted his head back and once more sunk her tongue into his mouth. She was sitting on his stomach, her pussy just touching his cock head. He took hold of her hips and began to move her around while his hips pushed his cock forward. Ever so slowly, she opened to him and as the head began to enter, she let her head tilt back so that her long hair began to slide across his wet thighs. She pulled his head until his face was resting in her cleavage as her hips began to move more, forcing more and more of his cock up inside her tight virgin pussy. Whatever pain she might have felt from this first intrusion seemed to have evaporated as quickly as it came and she didn't stop until her ass was firmly pressed down on his thighs. She paused and pushed his head back so she could speak directly to him. "You are more magnificent then I could possibly have imagined. Your gift to me is beyond measure and I will never be able to repay your limitless kindness, but know that I will always be yours, here," she said the last with her hand on her heart, even as her hips began to grind, " but now, my magnificent beast, use me in every way imaginable so that I may feel truly loved." Iain start to thrust up with his hips and he pulled down on hers and the feel of his big dick in her tight pussy overwhelmed her and she just let her head hang down as he fucked her. Then her head went back and her hands went to her tits and she grabbed and rubbed as her first orgasm ripped through her tiny frame. Her mouth opened and a low pitched wail rose up over the water and echoed through the trees. As her orgasm subsided she fell forward, grabbing his head once again and raining kisses on his face and neck until settling on his mouth. They kissed more and he kept slowly stroking his cock in her flooded pussy. "Oh, dear, what an amazing feeling. It was so much better than anything I could manage for myself. Please tell me we are not finished." "Far from it. We'll continue for as long as you wish, as long as you need," he said, looking up into those amber gold eyes. He pulled her head down and began to suck on her tongue as he continued to stroke his cock as deeply in her as he could. He let his hands slip around to her ass where he began to squeeze the firm cheeks and even let a finger run around the tight ring of her ass. He didn't intend to try anything else beyond the finger, not her first time. She began to moan into his mouth as her hips ground down on his thighs. Her hands were tight on the back of his head and it felt like she never intended to let go. With the added stimulation of his finger probing her asshole, her second orgasm came sooner and hit harder. Her cry echoed through the woods again as her tiny body seized up, her thin but strong arms pulling his head tightly into her neck, thrusting her bare tits into his chest. He in turn went into his own intense orgasm, his copious amounts of cum flooding her tight pussy with a lot of it squeezing out around his cock. Then they both relaxed, with her collapsing onto his chest, her body spasming in the aftershock of her ecstasy. Her hands were fluttering where they rested on his shoulders and she muttered incoherently into his neck. Finally, her head came up and those almond shaped eyes peered down into his. "I know not any more words sufficient to express what I feel. Just, please, tell me that there is more." She emphasized the last with a flurry of kisses on his face. He in turn let his hands run up and down her bare back, feeling the warm skin under his hands. "Let me recover a bit and I will show you some more. This will be a bit more intimate and perhaps less strenuous," he said. The look she gave him made all the effort up til now more than worth it. She settled down more securely into his embrace and used the wealth of her hair against his shoulder and neck. When he finally felt that he was ready, or more likely, she was ready, he sat up and whispered in her ear. She smiled a bit and then slid off his lap and let him lift her up to position her on the edge of the moss covered stone at one side of the pool. First he kissed her lips, then each of her nipples in turn. Then lightly he let his tongue trail done her flat stomach and as he did so he leaned into her, pressing her back so that she came to rest on her elbows, looking down along her naked body she watched as his head settled in between her thighs and she began another trip to ecstasy. His tongue made a slow transit up one pussy lip and down the other. Then he flicked his tongue over her swollen and highly sensitized clit. Her reaction was to buck her hips and grab hold of his head and pull it up tightly. Thus restrained he opted to put his mouth over her clit and began to suck and lick it. She began to vibrate in place while her head fell back and her mouth hung open. After a time her grip slackened and Iain was able to move down so that his tongue could begin to probe her slick opening. "Oh, by the gods, ohh yesssss..." Her legs came up to wrap around his neck and she pulled his head back in and his mouth and tongue attacked her pussy with a vengeance. Again, her hips began to buck, lifting her petite ass off the moss until she went stiff as a board as another orgasm took hold of her and she screamed into the warm, humid air. He didn't let up and he continued to lick along her lips, suck on her clit and tongue deeply into her pussy opening. In addition, he added her tight little asshole to the menu and this set her into another gut wrenching screaming orgasm. This one was so deep her body bucked, bouncing her ass off the moss as her legs and arms wrapped around his head. Finally, as if a string had been cut, she collapsed back onto the moss, inert as a wet rag. Iain gave a little grin as he ran his hands along her warm, firm thighs, waiting until she started to show some signs of reviving and then running his hand over her stomach. She reached up and took hold of his hand and pulled it up to her mouth so she could kiss it repeatedly. "I am spent, my dear sweet Iain. But is there not some small thing I can do for you. I believe there is something commensurate with what you just did for me." "There is, if you feel you have the strength." "I will find it. Show me what it is I can do for you, my dearest." He found a spot on a smooth section of rock and sat with his legs apart, his longish fat cock sticking up, pointing at his chin. "Come, sit here," he pointed to the spot. She did as he directed, gazing at first his cock than up to his face. "Take the shaft in both hands, that's right. That feels very nice. Warm and firm. Now while you stroke use your tongue and lips on the head and the rest of the shaft. Hmmm, yes, you're very good at this. Keep it up like that for a bit." He looked down to see the top of her head with its wealth of auburn hair moving up and down between his thighs. He ran his hands over her shoulders and back while she played with his drooling dick. "Okay, next let your lips part and slide them over the head. Oh, gods, yes. Now at your own pace slide your mouth up and down, take in as much as you can, but don't force it, you'll gag. Just like that, oh yes, that's it." He settled back and just let her find her way, which she was doing very quickly and with great alacrity. She managed more than half his dick, which was better than Gransen or his friends and her touch was more delicate, should he say, more loving. She let one hand come down to cup his balls and caress them. Then he felt her shift around a bit without relinquishing her hold on his cock until he felt something smooth and wet come in contact with his lower right leg. Then he felt as she began to hump and rub against his leg. He had to smile at her ingenuity and desire. Spent indeed. It took some time, but finally he felt his balls pull up tight and managed to choke out, "I'm going to cum, you might want to pull off." Either she didn't hear or she chose not to because as he began to pump out his load her mouth clamped down just behind the head and she proceeded to drink his final, and lesser, load. She in turn, humped a time or two more and then tensed up through a lesser but still significant orgasm. When they were through he sat up, put his hands under her arms and picked her up to share a kiss that included a lot of cum swapping. Then her arms were around his neck and shoulders and she was hugging him tightly. He added his arms around her lower back and pulled her in tightly. When the kissing stopped she used her face and hair to caress his face and neck. Then there was more kissing of a gentle nature that suggested a depth of feeling that frenetic sex never could. Finally, she sat back so that she was resting against his legs, her amber gold eyes seeming to glow in the lowering sunlight. Her smile was gentle and genuine as she laid a small, warm hand on his thigh. "What a journey you have taken me on this day. I came seeking forgiveness and I found friendship, hope, even love of a sort. How is that possible?" He thought a moment and began to speak but she restrained him with a finger to his lips. "No, the knowing would not make it any more amazing. Will your mistress know of this?" "I will tell her. It is part of what makes us who we are. She will find it amazing, I'm sure and most likely rather exciting," he said with a smile as she blushed a bit. "But don't fear, she will bear you no malice as long as you don't try to take me from her." Bedawyr smiled a touch and then sighed, "That would not be possible, much as I would want it to be. I do not believe there are any plans for me but I could never enter into an arrangement as you and the enchanter have crafted. Would I be hoping against hope to think that we could continue with these encounters?" Her look of longing and hope could have broken his heart, but his answer would relieve her worst fears. "It would be my pleasure and deep desire," he said, watching as the light in her eyes blazed brighter. There was something else there and he didn't know why but he said, "Bedawyr, you asked me about the spirits of the dead. I don't know why I feel this but I believe the spirit of the dead and the spirit of the living have come together in you and her light shines in your eyes." The elfwin girl's visage crumbled into tears as she buried her face in his chest and cried for long minutes. He held her tightly as she went through a catharsis that burned away the last vestiges of her sorrow. When she lifted her head her eyes were bright, if wet, and her smile firmly set. "I bless the day you found that house in the clearing. Tred carefully back to that house and come back to me when you may. I will know when and where to find you." She graced him with one small kiss and then rose, gathered up her attire and walked away, not looking back. He watched as that exquisitely small ass flexed its way out of view. He took in a long breath and blew it out explosively. He pulled himself to his feet and moved to his clothes and pulled them on. The hike back to the stone house he shared with Alura was slow and thoughtful. How is it possible that someone who had such feelings of antipathy towards him could make such a change? He hoped Alura would have some insights. When he returned he went back to the bathing pool in the cave and got himself scrupulously clean. Then he dressed in fresh clothes and went and prepared a simple dinner for himself but with extra for his mistress who he felt would be back shortly after sun down. Their greeting was warm and loving, with great appreciation that food was ready and waiting for her. She gave a brief, professional description of what had transpired as part of his continuing education. Then she asked how his day had gone. He began simply enough, he had gone to the thermal pool for relaxation. Then there came the encounter with Bedawyr. Alura didn't seem too terribly surprised at the elfwin maid's appearance, as she felt she should have been healed by now. She was very interested by the description of the girl's pronouncement of her contrition and her expression of remorse for all of her actions and attitudes. The description of her mother's appearance in her dream was of great interest. "It's difficult to say, dearest. Was it an actual spirit or was it Bedawyr's mind taking what had been said to her, her analysis of her past actions and thoughts, and some part of her that wanted a change putting it in a form that would have the most impact. What has impressed me is the way you handled this. I have been giving you a great deal of thought, and not just the joy and pleasure you bring me. I am convinced there is something about you that allows you to judge and react to the emotional state of a being. How, I have no idea, but I will continue to consider it. What else happened?" Then he began to tell her about the elfwin girl entering the water, naked as he, and the conversation that continued, his offering of his hand as a friend and her response that lead to the intimate conversation and then the sex, sex, and more sex. Then the final words and the departure came last. Alura stood up, came around the table and took the boy's head in her arms, pulling him closely to her. She placed a few kisses on his head and then took his hands and led him over to an over large chair that they found they can both fit into, tightly, but intimately. "Iain of Blackthorn," she said, which got his immediate attention, "I sit here in utter amazement at who you are and what you do. By all I know, someone who has suffered what you have, should not be able to offer such emotional healing to others. By all rights, you should be angry, bitter and if nothing else, isolated and withdrawn. Instead, you open your heart, you open your arms to those who need it most and you do it without thought of recompense. You did it for me and saved me from my loneliness and revived my joy of living. For Bedawyr you gave her her first step toward redemption, giving her your forgiveness, and more importantly, your friendship. And before you were done, you introduced her to the wonders of physical intimacy and how it feels to have another being share themselves with you. I can't think of anyone better suited for that. I will say that unlike your friend Gransen, who I am looking forward to meeting soon, I don't feel intruding myself on you and Bedawyr would be helpful. Firstly, my interests run to young men and secondly, I think it is important for her journey that you two maintain that intimacy, that she has you to herself, at least for the time you are together. And I would not wait too long for your next assignation. She needs you as she develops a new sense of self and gains confidence. I think you are going to have to pay close attention to your sleep and eating. Between myself, Gransen and Bedawyr, you are going to be physically taxed. But tonight you are safe, my trekking has me rather spent and I would like for us to retire to our bed, spend some time sharing our closeness and then get plenty of sleep. "Your wisdom knows no limits, my dear enchanter," the boy said seriously. "As does my joy in the love that you have brought into my life," she replied just as seriously. And in a dark room, some distance away, a young elfwin woman lay awake, if barely, awash in the mental and physical malaise resulting from the overdose of sexual pleasure provided by the new center of her life's orbit. While a bit saddened that he was not available for a lifemate, she was overjoyed that he was within easy travel and was as enthused with the continuation of their journey as was she. In barely a whisper she said, "Fair sleep, beloved. Journey well until we meet again." As she drifted off to sleep she thought she felt a warm embrace barely more than a breath. In the stone room at the rear of the enchanter's house the boy who was slowly slipping into sleep while lying in the arms of his love though he heard the distant murmurs of a comely voice, the words he couldn't understand but the intent was clear. He smiled as he drifted off. He and Alura woke the next morning feeling rested but still not wanting to over exert themselves, so they lay wrapped in each other's arms quietly discussing the events of recent days and what was to come. To Iain it was obvious that she was looking forward with great anticipation, the coming threesome with Gransen. She had asked a number of questions about his physical appearance, his preferences, and in particular, his stamina. "Mistress, the other night when you took me in the ass, you made it seem like something had happened in the past that was rather terrible. Can you tell me about that now?" He felt her squeeze him and then lay her chin on his head and began, "When I was not much older than you, I was much as I am now. Not only were there those who wanted access to the power I possessed, but also to my body and its charms." "I can understand those desires, Mistress," Iain said in a low voice. This got him a squeeze and a kiss. "There was one particularly persistent suitor, a few years my senior, very handsome by our standards, strong, not overly bright but enough to be good company. Or so I thought. He wished to possess my soul, to bind me to him for only his purposes. One night, we were much as you and I were a few days ago. I was giving him all that I had to give, because I thought he loved me as I had him. Then I heard him speaking words that had a familiar, and frightening, ring to them. When I was sure, I spelled him where he knelt on all fours, freezing him in place. To say the consequences were intense would be to grossly understate them. What we were doing was considered highly inappropriate for one of his station, that he was attempting to use such magic to enthrall me was bordering on demonic. For the most part, it was swept under the carpet with him being sent off on some official task or other and pressure was applied suggesting I would be happier, and safer, if I went elsewhere. So I did, a fair number of elsewheres, before I settled here. Sometimes at night, when I would think of what it would be like to have someone here that I could share such physical delights, that memory would return to haunt me for days on end. But now, my love, you have burned away all that darkness with the flames of passion that you ignite in me. It is just one of many reasons why I love you so much. You need no dark magic to possess me body and soul, you merely need to be you." With that said, she pulled him up and around and began to grind her mouth on his, sucking on his lips and tongue while her hands ran up and down his back. He likewise was pushing back with his mouth and tongue, his hands run up and down her side, hip and thigh. They carried on like this for some minutes until they broke apart and she suggested it was a good idea to rise, eat and spend some time on chores. There was stores of medicines to replace after the busy week and the more mundane tasks of maintaining a house in the near wilderness of the woods. Such chores were his to do and when he went outside he found a small circle of flowers woven with small supple sticks. It was on the front porch leaning against the wall to side of the door. He picked it up and inhaled the fragrance and found it to be both subtle and penetrating. It was heady stuff and if someone wore it in his presence he might find himself following them like a puppy. There was a protrusion of sorts in the rock wall of the house and he found the ring hung from it perfectly, as long as there was no significant wind. He looked at it once more, turned to face the woods in the direction of the thermal pool, mouthing a silent word of thanks. Then he went about his chores light of foot and heart. Much to Alura's joy, the first night of no moon arrived and just as the sun touched the horizon, a knock came on the front door. When Iain, as keeper of the door, opened it he found Gransen standing there, short on stature but big of smile. "Well, don't you look like the cat that ate the kipper. Please, enter." "Many thanks, Iain of Blackthorn, I have been looking forward to this eve since you first tendered the invitation. I have been awaiting with great anticipation." "As have I, Gransen", came a voice from the doorway between the main living area and the corridor to the bed chamber and on to the baths. Alura stood there, tall and imposing. She was wearing that short thin robe that covered her from shoulder to just below her ass, but in fact hid little. Her large breasts formed that perfect, impressive cleavage, with the already hard nipples pressed against the fabric. Her long, firm, shapely legs were revealed in all their glory. Even her impressive erection was making its presence known, restrained pointing up, behind her clasped hands held in front of her. Gransen was awe struck. He had had limited exposure to the enchantress, and always with some errand to distract him. Now she had his full attention and it was close to overwhelming him. When he finally pulled his eyes away and regarded his friend again, he saw that he wore a simply wrap around robe that hung to his knees. The door was closed behind him and Alura graced him with a smile and then with a shrug of her shoulders let the robe slip off and to the floor. Iain did the same and quickly the young elfwin was faced with two imposing naked figures, each sporting cocks unlike he had ever had the opportunity to encounter. His young human friend was sporting a hard dick that was pointing straight up to his chin, the head past his navel and already drooling some precum. The newly revealed Zuhran was possessed of an even more impressive cock, that bent outward as it climbed upward. Each had a pair of impressive balls hanging down which led him to hope for large cum loads. Faced with such impressive nakedness, included the large tits that held some, but not total fascination for him, he began to shed his own clothes. What was revealed to the others was a slim, wiry physique, possessed of long, ropey muscles and smallish but wickedly hard cock that was already leaking precum. Alura looked at him with longing and said, "Come to me, elfwin lord." And he did. He could not have refused if he had been inclined to, which he was not. As he walked across the room, Iain fell in behind him and when the elfwin was engulfed in the long arms and expansive breasts that was Alura, Iain stepped up to press his hard cock against the bare back and his lips sought out hers for a long kiss before he settled down and began to lick the firm ass cheeks before he spread them to use his tongue on that tight ass ring. The enchanter used her physical charms as she called them, to bind the elfwin to her. He was overwhelmed by her physicality, the sensuousness of her body against his, especially the hard cock that had come to rest against his chest and stomach. He couldn't help it so he pushed his head down to find the spongy, wet head in reach of his tongue and lips. As he began to work, his own cock was beginning to precum heavily as a result of the pointed tongue that was beginning to invade his ass. "Oh, my dears, this is beginning so well. What a night we are going to have," she said as she began to pepper the elfwin's head with kisses as her hands ran over his shoulders and back. "By the gods, such pleasure I could not have imagined and we have only just started," he said, before plunging his mouth down to get the head and a hand span of her cock into his mouth. In preparation, several thick rugs had been arranged on the open floor and Iain took this moment to pull the smaller body down with him so that the elfwin was on all fours and Iain was behind him, his cock pressed against the tight, now very wet, asshole. Alura, robbed of her new lover's attention, threw Iain a pout that went straight to his heart, by way of his balls. She leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, then let her cock brush across his face before she sat down on the floor so that her cock was in position to receive Gransen's attention. He resumed his sucking while Iain began to slide his cock into his first hole of the night. It was early and he was hoping he would be able to probe each available orifice before they were done. With the head beginning to push past the experienced ring of muscle he took hold of those slim hips and began to really push. Gransen moaned around the mouthful of cock he was enjoying and pushed his ass back with a wiggle. With a firm hold on those hips, Iain pushed forward once more and felt his hips press into the elfwin's ass. Then it was back and down once more. The groans got louder and more rapid as Iain gave the elfwin what he so desired, to have his ass ravaged by a big dick. Iain was thinking it would get interesting when it was Alura's turn, but for now she was enjoying the sensation of the elfwin's mouth on her cock and the view of her love fucking that tight little elfwin ass. They shared a glance that spoke of lust and love, and just how much fun they were having. Spurred on Iain pounded the little man's ass who managed to keep his mouth on Alura's massive cock, from the perspective of the elfwin, the largest he had ever heard of. He sucked the head and stroked the shaft with both hands as his body shook with the impact of Iain's hips on his ass. "Mistress," Iain said, simply. "Yes, best loved," she replied from her place on the floor. "I think he's ready for you." "You don't wish to finish first, my dear?" "You've waited for this and I would not make you wait a moment longer." She smiled and slid her cock from the elfwin's mouth and with inhuman grace, rose from the floor to come around to Iain's side, to kiss him warmly and then watch as he removed his swollen cock from Gransen's ass. She kissed Iain again and then settled to her knees. She let her legs splay so that her cock head was more on a level with that waiting asshole. Her head was slick with Gransen's saliva and her own natural lubricant. She rubbed it around and then began to push. There was resistance but with patience and unbridled desire, Alura and Gransen worked to get what they both wanted more than anything, her massive cock deep inside his ass. Slowly, achingly, passionately that massive shaft pressed further and further into the tightest hole she had ever encountered, not that there had been that many. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted as her hips made contact with the skinny ass that told her the elfwin had taken in her entire cock. After a pause, she pulled all the way back until just the head was in and then pushed back until her hips once more hit his ass with a slap. Then the passion rose up inside her and her hips began to power her cock back and forth with ferocity. The elfwin was groaning nonstop with his face in the carpet as he tried to keep his ass as high as possible. Iain brought his arms around her from behind, his hands take hold of her tits and his wet cock was pressed against the crease between her firm ass cheeks. The thrusting of warm, sweat dampened flesh against his cock had him as hard as he could ever remember being. Over her shoulder, she said, "Do it, my love. Get that which I love so much, where I want it most." With that she slowed her hips to a stop and leaned over the elfwin's back, exposing her ass to her love. He took hold of her hips and put the head to her tight ring and with an assurance he didn't know how to explain, he pushed forward as hard as he could and quickly half his cock was buried in her ass and with a second shove it was all in, his hips pressed against those beautiful, firm, perfect ass cheeks. His hands pulled her back up so that she could continue fucking the elfwin while he fucked her. He spread kisses along her shoulders and she cooed back to him over one. He knew then and there, he could not possibly love another, no matter how long he lived. How Bedawyr was going to fit into this situation would take some thinking, but with Alura's support he'd figure it out. The fucking continued unabated for long minutes. The stone house was full of the sounds of their passions. The slap of skin on skin, the groans of pleasure, and when it could no longer be restrained, the cries as two asses were filled with cum and the rug was splattered by the cum of the third. Gransen folded up tightly, while Alura laid herself over his back. Iain managed to remain upright, his cock still buried deeply. He took the time to marvel at the trim musculature of this most amazing creature and he let his hands rub up and down along the sides, to the shoulders and then back down again. Then it was down to run his hands over the curves of her ass, while the hard shaft still split them. Then he withdrew and brought his lips down to kiss all that skin. She in turn stayed still but she felt each caress, each gentle kiss. In the midst of such lust, this amazing boy, barely more than a child, could so thoroughly profess his love of her without a single word being spoken. How could she be worthy? She vowed to spend a lifetime to be so. Gransen fell over on his side as she rose up off of him, turning to grab Iain by the shoulders and kiss him soundly. The rest of the night passed with more lusty games and poor Gransen was fucked to within an inch of his life. Well, not really, for he was made of sterner stuff, but he was the first one to collapse into a deep sleep, while Iain and Alura continued on in a slower, gentler manner, treating each other to all manners of pleasure while being serenaded by the snores of the elfwin who laid nearby. In the morning, they were still there, on that thick rug, Iain and Alura cuddled together with Gransen nearby. It appeared that Iain was the first to awake, but when he looked over, he saw those deep purple eyes looking right back at him, above a wide smile. His hand was quickly in hers and she brought it to her lips and kissed it slowly and repeatedly. They were interrupted by the snorts of the elfwin as he woke from a deep, coma like sleep, to something more like a stupor. Finally, he shook his head and got himself up into a sitting position. "By the gods, that was the most incredible experience of my life. I don't think I'll ever see it's equal, but I will always have the memory. I hope I haven't proven to be a disappointment," he said his face a mask of insincerity. "My dear Gransen. You were everything I had been led to believe and more. I will relish this night always." "My thanks, Enchanter. But now I must be a bad sport and return to the place of my people. And Iain, let us delay our next meeting until the next full moon, but one. I will need the time to recover." With a nod from Iain, the elfwin rose up, pulled on his clothes and left the stone house with a measured pace. The two lovers remained naked on the floor and began to slowly kiss one another with warmth and passion. Neither had the energy for anything more strenuous then moving their lips and tongues slowly against the other's. Then they fell asleep once more, not waking until well after noon. Once more they faced each other with Alura's hand caressing his face. "How did you manage that, my dear?" "What, mistress?" "Last night, in the midst of all that lust, you still managed to love me, not just have sex with me. It got so I could barely endure your touch without going into throes of passion. Not that I would ever think of shunning your touch." "I can't say, Mistress. I can only do as I feel I should." "I know, love, and that is why I will never have another than you. You and I may occasionally invite someone in, but our joining is now complete and unbreakable," the last said with a look of expectation. "I've had those thoughts for a time now, Mistress. There is no other place for me now, or someone to share it with," he replied. "We need to get up off of this floor, dear heart," she continued, "and eat. We expended a great deal of energy last night. So let us see to replacing it. Afterward, I think I would relish having you lay me down on our bed and make slow, delicious love to me. Remind me why I love you so." So they helped each other rise, she still looking so graceful, and they sat naked at the table, eating cheese, bread and some dried meat. Bare feet touched, and then traced lines up and down bare legs. From her place beside him she leaned her head over and rested it on his shoulder, her thick black hair forming a scented pillow that had his cock hard and resting against his stomach. A hand ran up his thigh and came to rest gently on his cock. "Are you ready, my love? Have you the energy to make love to me until the sun sets?" Literally rising to the challenge, he stood up with his upright cock drooling and took her hand to lead her to their bed. She settled herself down, her head and shoulders resting on the pillows, her legs spread, her arms reaching out to him. "Come to me, love." And he did, crawling up to place himself and his cock where she needed them. He brought the head to her wet lips and began to push forward. Feeling his entry she took hold of his shoulders and pulled him down until his chest pressed against her tits and his stomach locked her swollen cock between them. He continued to slide inside her and she cooed as he settled himself down, bringing his hips in to touch hers, his balls resting against her ass. Once he felt he was ready he picked up the pace and the amount of energy he put into each stroke. Her arms tightened around his shoulders and her long legs came up over his hips and she pulled him tightly to herself while he rode her with deep, steady strokes. It was sex in the most ordinary sense but it was conveying a depth of feeling and commitment that cemented their bond forever and always. Never again would either doubt that this was the perfect situation for them as individuals or as a couple. Neither spoke as their passion mounted. When Alura orgasmed it was with muffled groans with her mouth pressed firmly into his neck. After her second he couldn't hold back any longer and his hips pushed forward strongly one last time and then he began to pump rope after rope of cum deep inside her. The only sound was the grunt that accompanied each shot. Then he was done but she wasn't in any mood to relinquish her hold on him. She was physically strong and he had no hope of breaking free so after a few moments to catch his breath, he began to move his hips once more and her only response was a low hissed `yessss'. It would be another hour before her arms and legs finally slid away from his back and came to rest on the mattress. He laid on top of her for a few minutes, completely inert. Then, with the cum she had shot between them on two occasions acting as lubricant, he slid to her side. She in turn brought one arm up around his back and the other rested a hand on the back of his head. "Hmmm, and that my love, is why I do not begrudge you your explorations, for I am assured that we are as one, always." "That seems like too short a time," he mumbled into her shoulder as they fell asleep, not to move until morning. They were a bit late rising but after a good cleaning up and breakfast, they behaved as the professionals they were and went about the chores of maintaining their magical medical practice including two visits from the functionaries of local power wielders. Once again, Iain impressed his mistress with the etiquette he showed as well as the growing confidence and skill in which he performed his duty as assistant. The fact that after each had left she rewarded him with passionate tongue kisses may have provided an incentive. After a seven day of labor, his mistress had informed him that she needed to make a trip a fair distance from the house to collect some rare and valuable materials. When he volunteered his services as escort, she politely but firmly declined and reminded him that he had at least one other who needed his efforts more than she. It took him a moment to realize what, or who, she was referring to but when he did he blushed a bit, but nodded. So while his mistress was out collecting the materials of her trade, Iain was on his way to the thermal pool. When he arrived there was no one present but he had a feeling he needn't wait long. So he sat down on the moss covered stone outcrop and waited. He had been right, it was only a short time before a thin but strong pair of arms reached around him from behind to encircle his chest and a pair of warm, moist lips pressed against the side of his face. "Good morning, my best loved," the low voice said in his ear. "I am more pleased than I can say that you are here. I have been having such delicious thoughts about our next meeting." "I'm very happy to be here. I've been having thoughts myself." "Now you are just being gallant. How could you possibly spare thoughts for me when you have Mistress Alura right there with you?" "Quite easily, my petite bundle of joy. Firstly, Mistress Alura and I have discussed you, and I, and what we have experienced. Secondly, you are far more important to me than you suggest and I have thought about you a fair amount." Her grip tightened around his chest and he felt her chin come to rest on his shoulder. "Your mistress knows about what we did, then?" she asked. "As I said I would, I told her in great detail. She found it very interesting and she believes it is important for both of us that we continue. She thinks there are some similarities in our experience and it would be a sort of healing for us both. Although not said, I think she believes it is something necessary for my maturing." "Hmmm, to be entirely honest with you, beloved, I don't care what her reasoning is. Although, I must admit that her showing such concern for me is gratifying. However, what I do care about is you and I crave your touch and your attention." With that said, she swiveled her body around so that she was perched on his lap, her arms around his shoulders and her lips grinding against his. When she was temporarily sated she leaned back and said, "Mmmm, it may have taken me too long to come to this conclusion, but having just one confidant, one who I can share body and mind with, is so much better than my previous approach to existence. I won't even call it a life. I am born again anew and you are the reason. I wish to celebrate this new birth until the sun is nearly gone from the sky. Let us get rid of these unneeded garments and do what I so desperately need us to do." To emphasize this she began to pull at his clothes and he more deliberately began to undress her. Again he was able to marvel at how desirable she was despite the lack of stature. Her face was truly beautiful with finally formed features and those angular golden amber eyes. There was nothing of the child in that face and the look it was giving him now. Once her clothes were off, her sensuality was on full display and it was a truly magnificent display for all its small size. Her well-formed breasts, flared hips and firm ass spoke volumes but it was her actions that told him who she was and what she needed, and right now it was him. Every last bit of him. She had him naked in moments and her hands and mouth were everywhere. He was pleased to notice, however, it was not a frenzy to satisfy her needs. While vigorous, it felt warm and even playful, displaying affection more than lust. But there was still lust to be found and he was ready to feed hers. She was sitting astride his hips and her bare, already wet pussy was pressed against his hard, dripping cock. He had his hands on her tits and his mouth on hers. She was murmuring her pleasure as they played with each other's bodies and teased each other's libidos. At one point she pulled her head back and said, "How is it possible that one of only sixteen or so turns could be so skilled, so giving, so loving?" "I suppose the flippant answer would be to say I am inspired by present company," and the look he got confirmed it wouldn't be believed. "In truth I don't know, my dear one. I imagine the skill comes from having had Mistress to introduce me and instruct me in the practices, but for some reason, I just seem to understand what is needed from me and I give it. Perhaps it's because I want you to share the joy I feel when we are together however we share it." She couldn't help but smile, wistfully perhaps and then his head was pulled to her shoulder as she kissed the side of his face as she murmured, "Perhaps my prayers to the goddess have been answered." Then she was grinding her hips on his cock and she said, more loudly, "Please, dearest, fill me with your fabulous cock and fuck me until you fill me." So commanded, he took hold of her waist and picked her up until his cock was able to raise up a bit while she took hold of that desired organ and held the head to her pussy. Feeling the wet touch he began to let gravity do its best and soon the head was pushing the wet, pliant lips aside and sinking into that tight wet warm entrance to her pussy. She hissed through her lips as her head sank backwards, draping her long auburn hair brushing on his thighs, adding to his excitement. He briefly wondered why no one of her people had not seen her physical beauty and tried to break through to her. But then, maybe they had and she wasn't having any of it. But then her hip movements began to take on new dimensions with circular grinding, up and down strokes and even trying to grind her clit against his lover abdomen. Then she was leaning her body against his torso, pressing and rubbing her tits against his chest. He took hold of her ass in both hands and pulled her in tightly, letting a finger rub over her asshole. Her first orgasm of the day was quick in coming and intense in nature. She screamed mutely into his shoulder as her hips bucked and clenched and fluids washed over his cock and thighs. The orgasm ended slowly and she settled against his body like a deflating balloon. He cuddled her to him and held her, despite his need to release his own load. Whatever she might have been, at this time and in this place, she was no selfish shrew. As soon as she had her breath back she rose up off his lap, kissed him deeply and then stepped down into the pool so that her mouth was level with his cock and she swiftly swallowed it down so half the shaft was in her mouth with the head near her throat. She sucked with her mouth and stroked with both hands. It was heaven for both of them. Her attention had his cock throbbing and his balls tingling. She in turn was ecstatic at the feel of his cock in her mouth, the shaft in her hands and the knowledge that she was pleasing him so fully. What in the name of the gods had come over her, she thought, but only for a moment as an idea came to her and she thought why not. So with some concentration she tried to relax her throat and with a bit of effort she soon had the whole thing in her mouth, the head somewhere down her throat. It didn't stay for long but she was overjoyed at the achievement and Iain was stunned at the sensation. He was too far gone and just as she was getting the head back up into her mouth, he exploded. The volume and velocity pushed her mouth off his dick and his cum was spraying on her face and torso as she cried out and laughed. When he was finally done spraying her with one of his biggest loads ever, she leaned forward and let her tongue lap up a small amount. The she was licking her lips and smiling at him as cum dripped from her chin. "Oh, my dear dear love. What an incredible load of your cum. Did I thrill you that much, or has your mistress had you on short rations lately?" "Sorry, sweetheart, that was all you. Mistress has been as generous with her attention as always. The fact that you swallowed my cock in its entirety was incredibly exciting so that was my reward for your efforts," he said with a smile. "Yes, well, your reward has me quite messy, so get in this water and help me get cleaned up, please." She took hold of his hand and pulled him into the water on his knees and with gentle motions they swept water over her body to wash away the copious amounts of cum. But sometimes joy leads to silliness and it wasn't long before the two where splashing each other with water, laughing like a couple of raucous children. After they were clean, a thoroughly soaked Iain pulled Bedawyr to himself, settling back against the stone at the edge of the pool and cuddled her as he processed a thought. "Bedawyr, something occurred to me just now. I know we've discussed how you made the change from who I first met to now, but the way we were playing just now, I wondered if I was seeing a glimpse of the child you once were." Her head came up off his chest and she looked at him with a very penetrating stare. Then her face softened and she settled her head back down. When she spoke her voice was soft, but firm, without any acrimony. "You are sweet and kind and loving, but you also have a very penetrating mind. You could be very dangerous if you had the inclination. But, you are all too correct. I was like any other elfwin child, running, playing, not a care beyond avoiding the dangers of the woods. But then my mother was lost to me, and don't ask how, I'm not prepared to go there," she said. "I would never press you." "I didn't think so, but I needed to be sure. In any event, it happened just when I needed her the most. I was preparing to make the move from child to early adulthood. There was much I needed to learn, as do all elfwin children, but more so because my father was a clan chief, and one of the most powerful. I was cast adrift without guidance." "What about your father or other family?" he asked. She gave a curt laugh and continued, "My father barely had time for me when my mother was alive. With her gone and he dealing with his own grief, I was not to see him for days and days at a time. I think largely because I resemble my mother a great deal." "She was quite the beauty then," he said softly. She said nothing but hugged him tightly and then settled in again. "As to others, if I was younger, I might have been fostered out, but not at that age. I suppose for some the choice would have been to withdraw and seek some sort of isolation. But not I. Too much of my father, I suppose. I became angry, and bitter. I lashed out for little or no reason. My siblings were usually the ones who suffered so they quickly abandoned me, as I saw it. So, I did in fact isolate myself but with walls I built myself. Perhaps if I had you available to me then, you could have saved me from myself, but alas not." "Bedawyr, how long ago was this?" "Oh, somewhat more than twenty turns ago." "Well, dearest, I wasn't even born then." She laughed a bit and said, "Well, I suppose that's true and having suffered so, I do appreciate so much more what you have given to me. Now, why don't we leave these somber thoughts aside and show each other how much we do appreciate each other." With that their mouths switched from talking to kissing and tongue sucking. Hands were moving slowly but with great purpose and the consequence was an ever heightening level of arousal. All thoughts of mothers and fathers were buried under feelings of lust and need and the desire to satisfy the other. Bedawyr pushed him away and quickly got on her knees, leaning on the edge, her ass pushed out toward her young lover. He in turn moved on his knees to position his cock at the lips of her pussy, took hold of her hips and pushed forward. Feeling his cock once more enter her pussy she let out a soulful moan and rested her head on her arm. "Oh, dearest, you fill me so wonderfully. Don't stop until you fill me with your cum." "Maybe I won't stop even then. Maybe I just fuck you and fuck you until we collapse into the water and we have to spend the night holding each other's heads above water." "Do not tease me so, beloved. I might just hold you to such a promise. As it so happens I'm very good at holding my breath. Why do you think my kisses last so long?" Knowing that actions speak louder than words, he chose not to speak his reply but instead he tightened his grip on her hips and began to fuck her with firm, deep strokes varying the tempo so in one instant he was fucking her warm and lovingly and then next he was pounding her pussy so hard, she could not, in fact, breath. His first load of cum came after her second orgasm, and his second followed her fifth. Either she was getting overly sensitized or he was getting a longer fuze having cum twice already. He also played a trump card by using a slicked up thumb to begin probing her tight little asshole. The reaction was spectacular with her fourth and fifth orgasms hitting hard and in rapid succession. By the time he was finished draining his balls inside her she was a limp body laying across the stone ledge. He was pretty tired himself but he had the energy to lift her up and hold her to his chest as he rose from the water and then settled them both down on the mossy stone, holding her tight, his head resting on her damp, red/brown hair. It took a little while, but she started to rouse and the first sound he heard was a soft murmuring. Listening closely, he was able to make out something about `dying in his arms'. He whispered in her ear that with the difference in the lifespan of human and elfwin and their relatively close ages, it was likely that he would be the one dying in her arms. The response was instant, violent and shocking. She surged up off his lap, pushed him back until he was laying on his back and her blazing eyes inches from his. Her words ground out and just the sound promised painful consequences. "Don't you ever, not even in jest, say something like that to me again. You tell that Mistress of yours to use all her arts to ensure you live a long, long life. I could not survive your loss." By the time she uttered the last words her voice had faded to barely a whisper and then she was laying down on his body, her head just beneath his chin. He was silently berating himself for being so cavalier, so callus. Her next words cut so much deeper. "I'm sorry, my love. You who have given so much, but the mere thought of losing you, having to go on without you, I couldn't do it, not again." "Oh, gods, Bedawyr, please. It is I that should be sorry, so so sorry. Had I but truly thought for even a moment I would have realized how cruel my comment was." She looked at the face of this wonderful boy, still very much a boy by elfwin standards, and saw the handsome features marred by the expression of remorse. She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. "We are both at fault, love. You for a bit of misjudgment and I for imposing my fears upon you. Let us take some time to rest and speak of only small, non-important things. Then when we are ready, we will have one last flurry of passion to hold us until next me meet." And that is just what they did. She settled into the cradle of his strong arms, letting the tension flow from them both. They spoke of small things. They queried each other about favorite things like foods, drink, times of the turn, animals and birds. He tried to keep the fragrance of her hair close to his nose, while she seemed fascinated by the feel of the skin on his chest. It was she that finally decided it was time for more. She pushed herself up so that her lips could reach his and they began a kiss that with time built in intensity. Their lips moved, their tongues wrestling and hands moving over various body parts. Taking the initiative she pushed him back until he was flat on his back on the moss and then she swung up and around and straddled his head facing his feet, lowering her bare pussy down onto his mouth. Then she took a double handful of his cock and brought the head to her hungry mouth and quickly the head and half the shaft had disappeared. They didn't hurry, preferring to concentrate of bringing each other to the most significant orgasm of the afternoon. The significance would not be in the power of the orgasm but that it comes soon after a stumble in what was otherwise a perfect day. He was working her pussy so well that she had to take her mouth off his cock so that she could scream out the first cum, then she was back on his shaft sucking, squeezing and stroking until she finally felt his hips come up off the moss and he began to shoot his last load into her mouth. At the same time he was shouting between her legs and this tipped her over for a second shuddering orgasm. Then they were both still, she atop him, he with his arms wrapped around the small of her back, holding them tightly together. He could feel her licking at his dick, lapping up the last vestiges of cum she would receive from him for a while. She was sad to think it would be a while, but happy to know that it would occur. He placed a few light kisses to the inside of her perfect, if small, thighs, eventually causing her to giggle. It was a sound like the repeated clinking of crystal glasses. In a fine display of agility she pulled herself along his body, then legs, and slid face first into the warm water. He managed to follow but in a much less graceful display, rolling over, pushing himself up, finally standing and then walking down into the water. She didn't mind at all since she was treated to the sight of her young lover fully naked and since he was regaining the weight he had lost in his flight to freedom, it was a fine sight. As he settled into the water she slipped up beside him, her arms sliding up over his shoulders, her head leaning against his. "Hmm, so much nicer. Please, love, don't concern yourself with what happened. That it was our first was inevitable and our last, impossible. What is important is the understanding that we will overcome such and continue our journey together. These woods will ring to the sounds of our lovemaking for many turns to come. So one last kiss and we shall go our separate, but never separated ways, yes?" He didn't answer, he just applied his lips to hers and offered all he could until she chose to stop. It was awhile in coming.