Vann nodded. “Do you regret anything about that time?”
Arielle smiled ruefully. “That it ended. That we lost. That I spent the better part of three hundred years stuck in a crystal on top of a mountain.”
“Hey, Rorzan was stuck under a library for all that time.”
“He told me about that!” She shook her head.
The both of them laughed, and Vann felt a tension in the room loosen a little. He rested his hands on the edge of the mattress. He looked at the door. “I wonder if Janaza is showing the captain a good time.”
“Judging by how exuberant the both of you are, I think we can bet on a safe yes,” Arielle said.
Vann felt his face redden. “I keep telling her we need to be more quiet.”
“Oh, please. The two of you want to make noise, make noise! Maybe the next girl you take to bed will want something different.”
“I heard you and Rorzan practically slept with the length and breadth of Scaleria.”
The elf smiled, and though her expression was serene, something feral glinting in her eye. “And then some. I have a lot of time to make up for things. Especially given that we're headed to the Eastern Continent, land of the Elder Races. I know you've seen a female orc naked, but wait until you see a male. The pieces they are packing! Mmm, mmm. Plus you'll get to experience ladies of other races – centaurs, harpies, satyrs, more orcs...” Vann started as she felt her slender fingers curl over his hand on the mattress. “Maybe even an elf.”
He looked at Arielle. The evening sunlight streaming through the window caught her silver hair, turning it white. His whole being was aware of her, the warmth of her fingers on his skin, at how the collar of her shirt had slid down her arm, exposing her neck and shoulder. The elf's eyes met his, reflecting the light. There was something new that hadn't been there a moment ago. A hunger, a yearning. It was then that Vann remembered she'd been stuck in a crystal for ages without anyone to touch her, caress her, or kiss her.
Vann turned his hand over under her fingers so that he could lace them with hers. “I mean, we're not there yet,” Vann said.
Her eyebrow shot up. “Do you really want to wait?” Her leg brushed against his own. “Three centuries ago it was a ritual to take someone to bed after a victory.”
Vann leaned in close to her. “Did you really need an excuse like that?”
She snickered. “We liked to make the pretense, at least.”
His fingers slid against hers as he moved their hands to the side, turning his body and leaning in close to her. “If you're feeling up to it.”
He yelped as the elf pounced on him like a cat, taking him down onto his back, her hips flush with his own. She ground herself into him. Something had snapped in her eyes. They were wild, frantic, the pupils small dots as her weight pressed down on him. “You're sweet, Vann,” she murmured, her lips ghosting over his face. He smelled her breath, sweet and cloying like the most potent of aphrodisiacs. “But I don't want sweet right now. It's been so long...”
Vann growled. “Alright.” He put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her close, pressing her lips to his. Arielle leaned into him, molding her body into the curve of his own as she kissed him back ferociously. Her knees drew up against his sides, squeezing his hips as their bodies slid against one another, as if they wanted to grind their clothing to nothing against each other.
Then, over the soft sounds of them making out, both of them heard a voice hissing, “Yeeeeeeeeees.”
Vann and Arielle froze, then turned and looked down at the floor where the voice had come from. Rorzan's head poked up from the floorboards, watching the two of them with a broad grin on his face. “Oh, don't mind me,” he said.
Arielle grabbed hold of one of the pillows and chucked it at Rorzan. “Can you not!”
The pillow thumped down onto the floor. Rorzan floated a few inches higher so his head was uncovered. “You know that doesn't do anything, right?”
“Rorzan, if you don't leave right now, you won't get any sex for a year after we find a way to get you a body again!” Arielle said.
Rorzan gasped. “You wouldn't.”
“One!” Arielle began. “Two!”
“You know what?” Rorzan said. “I just realized I missed a few cabins while I was snooping around. I should go check those out. Oh, and Vann, by the way, you better eat her out like she's a fine buffet or we will have words.”
“Rorzan!” the both of them yelled.
The ghost made another fearful noise and zipped out of sight. Vann laughed. “Glad to know you can keep him under control.”
“I'm the only one who can,” Arielle said, “Now then.” She pushed herself up so she was sitting on his hips. She reached up and tore her tunic off, heedless of the buttons that scattered as she did. Her small, perky breasts jiggled a little with each deep, lustful breath the elf took, her nipples hard as diamond and aching to be touched. “Where were we?”
Vann's eyes widened. “Wow.”
“How fond are you of this tunic?” Arielle asked. Her nostrils flared with every breath she took, physical need suffusing her eyes.
Vann realized he was seeing less of Arielle and more of the Banshee Queen of legend. “Erm, not very?”
The elf tore the garment off him as easily as if it were paper, the buttons pinging off the cabin walls and ceiling. “I'll get Janaza to fix it if you want,” Arielle breathed, her fingers curling against his chest and scratching him lightly. There was a little pain, yes, but the tingling sensation her nails raised spread through his whole body, pooling in his groin and making his cock surge against her pelvis, still flush with his. She bent down and kissed him again, and the brush of her skin against the nail marks redoubled the tingling sensations, making Vann gasp against her lips. Her tongue plunged into his mouth hungrily, dancing with his as they ground against one another.
Vann kept his touches light against her sides, caressing her gently as she rubbed herself against his skin. She broke the kiss, nuzzling the hollow of his throat and inhaling his scent. “Fuck, it's been so long...”
“You sure you don't want to wait for Rorzan?” Vann asked.
“I had the idea in my head,” Arielle admitted. “But after hearing you and Janaza over the last couple weeks and realizing the length of time I've gone without, I can't hold off any more.” She bit him on the neck, not enough to break the skin but firm enough that the slight pain made Vann shudder. “Rorzan said he'd prefer it to be you,” she said, lathing the bite with her tongue. “Said I could teach you a few things.”
Vann sighed heavily. “He did, did he?”
“For example.” Arielle covered his hands with her own and squeezed. “I'm not made of porcelain, and I'm a very needy woman, Vann. I want you to ravage me.”
Vann tightened his grip slightly. “I...”
Arielle rose up again, squeezing off to his side for a moment to rip her pants off. Strangely, the first though that passed through Vann's head as he watched was huh, she doesn't wear underthings. The elf's legs were long and slender, hairless and soft. Her belly was flat and toned, despite the astonishing amount of food she had been putting away the past few weeks since they'd rescued her. His eyes traveled further downward, to the mound that rose on her pelvis. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat silver triangle, as if it were a directional arrow pointing towards delight. She parted her legs for a brief moment to get the pants the rest of the way off, and Vann saw that she was already drenched.
“On your back,” Arielle commanded, pushing Vann back down. She moved with purpose, knowing full well what she wanted, what she needed. She crawled on all fours up Vann's body, and he realized what she was doing. He was filled with trepidation – Janaza had only just started teaching him how to eat pussy, and he had yet to make the orc come from it.
Before he could voice an objection, Arielle's hips lowered, her slick cunny pressing against his face. Her fingers threaded into his hair, a quiet sigh slipping from her lips. “Vann,” she cooed,
and the sound of his name in her voice thrilled him. He was filled with determination – Arielle hadn't been properly fucked in three hundred years. He was going to make sure she enjoyed every second.
So he let enthusiasm rather than experience be his guide, putting his hands on her hips and gripping tight as his tongue probed her labia. They parted for him as easy as her other lips had, and were just as delicious. The elf tasted clear and crisp, like the finest wine, and he drank deep from her. Her pubic fuzz tickled his nose, the smell of her clear in his nose as his tongue curled and probed inside her.
“Yes...” she panted, rocking her hips against his face. Her silver hair hung down around her face, a shimmering veil through which only her pants and moans of delight emanated. Vann moved a hand up, closing his fingers around one of her tits and squeezing gently. The elf giggled and leaned into his touch. “Not there.” She grabbed his hand and dipped her head a little, so he could see her silver eyes. She gently closed his fingers around her ears. “You will never meet an elf who doesn't like their ears played with...”
As soon as Vann ran his fingers along the soft, sensitive ear, the elf bucked against him, her body vibrating like a plucked guitar string. So he kept doing it, teasing his fingers on her triangular tipped ears as her fingers returned to his hair. It only took a few more heartbeats before the elf almost wriggled off him, her cunny spasming against his mouth as she gushed. “Yessss, Vann! Oh, gods, yes!”
Her fingers painfully grew tight in his hair. He pulled back from between her legs enough to gasp out, “Ow ow ow, hair, hair!”
“Sorry!” Arielle said, letting him go. She unhooked her leg from over her, wobbly like a fawn. Vann rubbed his scalp where she'd been pulling as he sat up, stretching out his neck. “Just... so good...”
Vann picked himself up and moved his body over hers, taking charge and pushing her down onto her back. “Glad I could please,” he murmured.
“You've done well,” Arielle said. Her hand closed around his cock. “But I'm ready for you. All of you,” she added, her eyes widening slightly.
Vann growled in his throat, stripping off his pants and chucking them over his shoulder casually.
“I can see why Janaza was so loud,” Arielle said, eyes glued to the heavy member dangling between his legs. “Are you sure you aren't part orc?”
The air crackled with tension, both of them knowing they were going to ravage one another the moment they came together again. Best to get the questions out of the way. “Any particular way you'd like it?” Vann asked.
“Just like this.” The elf beckoned to him with her fingers, her whole body open to him like a siren. Vann made sure to slide his body against hers as he climbed atop her. She wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles on his tailbone. Vann buried his face in her throat, biting and sucking, tasting her as his hands working with hers to guide his cock to her soaked cunny. His tip spread her lips easily from how soaked she was, but as he slid into her he met resistance. Arielle's hands tightened around his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. “You're so big.”
“You're... so tight... ahhhh...” Vann sighed as he slowly sank into the elf, spreading her wide a little at a time.
Arielle gripped him tighter and tighter, her mouth falling open soundlessly. Her eyes went wide as if she were seeing the faces of the First Gods, her entire body tight as a tuned lute. She tried to speak, but all that came were moans that grew steadily louder and louder, filling the cabin with sound, until Vann's balls bumped gently against the perky curve of her ass. Vann wasn't even moving and he was seeing stars. “First Gods...”
He began moving his hips, the sound of a good fucking filling the room. He could hardly believe it. A few weeks ago he'd barely had the confidence to sleep with someone who was practically drooling over him. Now he was balls deep in Arielle, an elf royal from another era, and he was pleasuring her as she hadn't been in centuries. He took no small amount of satisfaction from it as he picked up his pace, plowing the elf without restraint.
Judging by how Arielle's cunt fluttered and clenched around his cock, she didn't mind at all. “Ah! Ah! Vann!” Her fingers scrabbled at his back, leaving scratches that ached for a brief moment, then became ultra-sensitive, the brush of cabin air alone enough raise goosebumps along his skin. “Don't you dare stop,” Arielle said, grabbing his face and holding it tight, her eyes wild with pent-up lust. “Don't you dare!”
Vann made a noise somewhere between a growl and a howl and kissed her again, his fingers threatening to tear the sheets as he fought for purchase. Their bodies were covered in sweat, his cock gliding in and out of her easily now as she became slick with arousal. He wondered if any of the cabins around them could hear them going at it. He didn't care, not when that wonderful feeling was building in his balls and he had a willing woman whispering his name in his own ear, driving him further and further onward until he couldn't hold it, didn't want to hold it, and slammed himself home inside the elf. He filled her, his cum spurting hot and thick inside her. Arielle let out a long moan, her lips brushing his. “Vann, yes,” she whispered.
Vann could feel himself pulsing inside her for long heartbeats, until he sighed and relaxed against her. His cock slipped free of her quivering cunny, and he felt something warm puddling on the sheets near his knees. “Phew,” he panted. “That's... wow...”
“Didn't ever expect you'd take an elf royal to bed, now did you?” Arielle teased, her fingers ghosting along the scratch marks on his shoulders, making them tingle.
Vann leaned back, catching his breath as Arielle looked down at his seed leaking from between her legs.
Her eyes flicked up from her own body to meet his gaze. She reached out, closed her hand around his cock, and Sang a single note of Elvish. Vann felt strength pour back inside him like water, and took a deep breath as his cock surged to life again. “I'm not done with you, Vann,” Arille murmured, her voice husky as she rubbed his cock. “Not yet. Again.”
It wasn't a request, nor was she asking. For a brief moment, Vann hesitated. Memories clouded his mind of Elna Branna, to whom he was just a piece of meat for her to use at his whim. But Arielle's not using me, he chided himself. He looked up and down the elf's body, at the deep-seated lust in her silver eyes. Lady Branna never looked at me like that.
Vann reached out and grabbed her hip, squeezing hard. “Fine,” he said, leaning in close to Arielle's face. “But this time we're doing it my way.”
The elf arched an eyebrow, nipping the tip of his nose playfully. “Oh?”
Vann grabbed her and turned Arielle around so that she was on her knees, facing away from him. He nudged her legs apart, pressing his broad torso into her slender back. She wriggled her hips back against him, and his cock pressed up against her sex for only a moment before he slammed himself inside her, making Arielle squeal in delight. “Ah!”
His hands found her tits, squeezing hard and pulling her against him. Their hips smacked together in a frenzy. Vann didn't care about the fact that she already had a pussy full of his cum – he'd give her another if that's what she wanted. As he fucked her, he nosed along her neck. “Just how sensitive are your ears?” he murmured.
“Want to – ah! - find out?” Arielle challenged.
Vann slapped the elf on the ass, leaving a stinging red mark and making Arielle shudder. Then he chomped down on her ear.
The elf howled, and if there was anyone on the boat who didn't know what they were up to, well, now they did. She wriggled and writhed, the soft, tender skin of her ear sliding between his teeth. He kept his bite light, but that seemed to be all he needed. Arielle was a squirming mess, her velvet cunny clenching on his cock again and again, as if she were trying to milk the orgasm out of him.
“Vann! Ah! Ah! Vann! Vann!” Her fingers clawed as his body, scratching red marks onto his skin as he fucked her silly. She bucked her hips against him, their bodies meeting with heavy smacks. Vann let himself sink into the sensations, his whole body filled with a giddy deli
ght. Sex with Janaza was a bit rough, yes, but the orc was always playful. This felt like an out and out animalistic rut, and he was loving every second of it, from the clenching of her sex around him to the mingled plain and pleasure from where her nails had scratched him.
He didn't want it to end, but of course it had to. Arielle was sagging against him, her body slack as she was wracked with a barrage of powerful orgasms. Each one milked Vann a little more until he slammed himself home and burst inside the elf for the second time, his breath whooshing out of him as he shuddered and spent himself inside her once more. They stilled like the seas after a storm, slowly rubbing against one another, skin to skin.
“Okay,” Arielle panted, reaching up and lacing her fingers with his. “Now I need a break.”
Vann giggled, giddy from his second climax as he squeezed her hand. “I don't think I'd have the energy for another.”
“Maybe in the morning,” Arielle murmured, turning her head to nose at the hollow of his throat. “You were a delight, Vann.”
Vann let himself sink back onto the sheets, taking her with him. She turned over in the confines of his arms, touching her nose to his. “I'm sure you've got plenty more pent-up need.”
“I won't rely on you for all of it,” Arielle murmured, her touches light as she caressed his bare chest. “I'm sure Janaza wouldn't mind me sitting on her face for a spell.”
“Janaza would probably be the one doing the sitting.”
“She wishes!”
Vann laughed and hugged the elf closer. The two of them lapsed into silence for a time. The silence in the room seemed deafening compared to the cacophony that their lovemaking had been. Arielle gently tangled her legs with his, and Vann ran his hand down her spine as if she were a cat. “Let me ask you something.”
“Hm?” Arielle raised her head.
“What's the East like? And what does Rorzan really hope to accomplish coming over here?”
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