"Ponkert, look! There-by the roadside-a rose!" Elf's excited words drew him from his idle thoughts of the events that transpired since his emergency landing on this strange planet.
Tugging his loyal Richard, the cowardly mankil, to a halt, the Earthman watched as the girl slid from the back of her mount and trotted toward the deep red bloom.
He smiled to himself, remembering the weapons demonstration Tomar had provided the morning following their night of wenching in the Hortian pleasure houses. The ruler's skill with the various swords and lances of Keller had been enough for the Earthman to reconsider his decision not to take Elf with him. There was no need to duel to the death-especially when there didn't seem to be the least chance that he would emerge the victor from such a battle.
He also had to admit that during his brief stay in Hort the ribald king of that city had grown to be the closest thing to a friend he had on this planet. If for no other reason than that, he had no desire to lock swords with Tomar.
Besides, his decision to take Elf along with him had resulted in Tomar outfitting him with the finest equipment available. The long sword, battle-axe and dagger hanging from his waist were superb. Tempered steel that would stand up to the strongest blows of any foe.
Of course, there was Elf. The young girl had been more than valuable during their week's journey from her home city. Her knowledge of the terrain had saved him at least a week's extra ride. And her woodsmanship had provided a ceaseless variety of delectable repasts each evening. Not to mention her companionship. The girl was a veritable wealth of information about Keller. During their endless hours of bouncing on the backs of their sturdy steeds, he had never tired of her explanations of various sights they passed. She had also provided a history of Keller's development. From what Ponkert could make of the various legends and myths she told, Keller had grown from the remnants of a derelict colonial rocket from Earth. The lost voyage had long been forgotten by the mother planet, which was to his advantage. If the Earth's residents had known about Keller, they would have come in the teeming millions. Of course, this was exactly what he planned once he located Jan.
He fully realized places like Hort, and people like Tomar and his daughter Elf, would be the losers if such a venture succeeded, but then this was a dog-eat-dog universe and if he didn't look out for himself, nobody else would!
"Look, Chad!" Elf panted as she remounted her mankil, which bore the name Harl. Unlike his own Richard, Harl was a stunted animal and entirely docile.
"This is quite a rarity." the hazel-eyed girl exclaimed, holding the carmine flower out for his examination. "This rose grows wild in the forest of Hogue, but are seldom found. Some say the petals can be crushed and the slightest drop mixed with wine forms a powerful elixir-an aphrodisiac."
Ponkert smiled at his impish companion, "What would you want with a love potion?"
"Milord, I have no need of such a brew," she glared somewhat contemptuously at him. "But there are those that do!"
Her heels nudged her mount forward without another word. The girl's eyes stared straight ahead as she settled to the back of her mankil. The rest of the day's journey continued in much the same manner. The silence irritated him for some strange reason. Even when he suggested they stop for the night, she merely grunted and gave a curt nod of her head.
As he bedded their mounts down for the night, the girl went about lighting a small fire and laying out their equipment. With Richard and the diminutive Harl safely hobbled, he announced his plans of scouting the area for direwolf spoor. In reply, Elf curtly informed him of her intention of bathing in a stream running about a hundred yards from their campsite, and that if he needed anything further from her, he could find her easily enough.
More than a little perplexed by her attitude, the Earthman strolled off into the dense forest surrounding the small clearing in which they had made their camp. He had obviously said something that had insulted the girl and now she was retaliating by denying him her companionship. Not quite the way for a woman who had offered her life to him to act.
Although he tried to shrug off the cold shoulder she had presented, it still bothered him for some reason which he couldn't explain.
Trying to take his mind off the girl, he pulled his sword from its scabbard and took a couple of swipes at an imaginary opponent that suddenly appeared before him. The imaginary villain deftly done in by his expert swordsmanship, Ponkert carefully examined, the fine workmanship that went into the blade. Laying the sword aside on the ground, he pulled out his battle-axe and admired it. Although he had yet to use the weapons, they gave him a feeling of security in this world of knights, kings and fair damsels in distress.
At last he slipped his favourite gift from Tomar from its metal sheath, as he placed the battle-axe on the ground next to his sword. The weapon was a long dagger that looked more like a bowie knife than anything else. It was of Tomar's own design and, like the other two blades, a figure of a half-man, half-wolf was etched into its silvered steel near the hilt. A werewolf! Tomar's own reminder of his destroyed ship. Also symbolic of the pack of direwolves he had defeated to save Elf, the king had explained.
Unclasping his cumbersome cape and laser pistol holster, also provided by Elf's grateful father, and laying them on the ground, the Earthman balanced the dagger in his hand. Again an imaginary opponent appeared from out of the forest. Grinning he jumped at the mock foe, whose size and strength rivalled that of King Kong. Stabbing and lashing in a brilliant show of dexterity, the imagined villain was vanquished in a matter of moments.
Smiling, self-assured, Ponkert stepped back and admired his skill with the blade. His grin abruptly faded when an ear-splitting scream pierced the silent forest.
The cry for help had not faded before, the Earthman, clutching his dagger was racing through the thick brambles toward the source of distress-Elf!
Reaching the edge of the small pond, he was immediately met by the sight of a monstrous snake writhing and splashing near the shore to his left.
Elf, struggling uselessly, was caught in the thickness of the creature's green and brown splotched rings. The gigantic snake, a waterboa, was methodically crushing the life from her body.
Hollowness filled him as he rushed forward toward the encoiled woman.
His foolishness in the woods had left him armed with only the dagger he clutched in his right hand. A feeble weapon with which to slay a seventeen foot monster that had just slithered up from the swamps of hell!
With only the thought of freeing the girl from the twisting body, Ponkert lashed out at the hell-creature. The blade struck a deep groove in the shining green near one of its eyes. The action brought what he wanted, the snake's attention was diverted from Elf momentarily.
Like an unholy living whip of flesh, the waterboa's great triangular head struck out, its gaping mouth snapping closed on Ponkert's forearm.
While the beast lacked the teeth that normally line a mouth, it had two wickedly curved fangs which it used to hold its prey. It was these that savagely sunk into the Earthman's arm, burning like twin daggers.
Transferring his blade to his left hand, Ponkert's right hand closed around the thick scaly neck of the creature, gripping as tight as possible to stop those dangerous fangs from adding further torment.
Connected fangs in his flesh and a hand grasping its neck, the dagger-armed man began to step backwards in a straight line to avoid the coils that slithered free from Elf as the devil-snake turned all its attentions to the new challenge.
Repeatedly, the bowie knife-like dagger slashed out trying to cut its way into the white underside of the snake. The damage the Earthman inflicted was slight. Armor-like scales deflected the main impact of Ponkert's blows before the sharp point of his knife could sink into the vital flesh beneath.
Its bloated trunk completely free of Elf, the snake now whipped its heavy body forward, trying to ensnare its newest prey in its deadly twisting coils. Ponkert's legs carried him above the ensnarling living whip time and time again. However, he realized it was only a matter of time before the results of this uneven match became evident and he fell victim to the creature's deadly, crushing embrace.
His attention turned back to the snake's head. Again and again, he tried to drive the flashing blade into the loathsome eyes of the writhing creature. But again and again, his attempts were in vain, as the ponderous monster twisted and coiled away from the striking tooth of steel. Ponkert held back his want to scream out in agony, as the snake's movements twisted the fangs still held in his bleeding arm.
Almost before he realized what had happened, a slithering coil trapped his right leg. He went down to his knees, prepared for the ponderous mass of snake that would soon encompass his body. But before it could lash out with its ensnaring rings of scaled death, Ponkert felt a violent shock transmitted through the snake's mouth. The Earthman's eyes flashed up and saw Elf lifting a huge rock above her head. The rock descended with a fleshy thud onto the snake's thick back.
The new attack from the rear was all that was needed to again divert the monster's attention. Taking advantage of the opening given to him, Ponkert drove his blade forward, slicing it into the creature's eye. He felt the slight resistance of bone, then the dagger drove into the brain.
In an unearthly scream, the gargantuan opened its mouth, freeing its fangs from the arm it had held. Geysers of thick green blood boiled from the pit that had once contained its eye, as Ponkert scrambled back.
Screaming again the monster convulsed and collapsed dead on the bank of the stream, its huge coils continued to quiver in reflex action.
Shaking visibly from the near-death encounter, Ponkert called out to the girl, who dropped her rock on the monster for one last time, "Are you all right?"
"Yes," Elf replied, her voice going at full quiver. "But your arm?"
Before he knew it, the girl was at his side, leading him into the cold stream. Her hands urged him to sink into the washing current.
"It's not poisonous," she said rinsing the blood and grime from his wound. "But it needs to be cleaned and bandaged to stop infection."
He didn't protest, but insisted that she also look after any possible injuries she might have sustained. Following his directions, she dipped into the water and washed the muck of the fight from her body. A body that Ponkert suddenly realized was nude!
"Nothing but a few bruises that will be sore in the morning. Nothing to worry about," she announced.
He nodded and smiled. As the girl helped him from the water, he realized that his first impressions of Elf, and those he had made during their week together, were completely off base.
Any thoughts he had gathered that Elfgwynne of Hort was a young, undeveloped tomboy were completely dispelled by her nakedness. As his eyes travelled over her pleasing curves while they walked back to the campsite, he realized that it was this girl's subtle beauty that had been slowly insinuating itself into his psyche during the past week and had caused his recent worry.
Elf was young, but far from underdeveloped. She was merely small boned.
Her bare body presented the picture of a delicate, finely crafted Dresden china doll. Her lithe body moved in the regal grace he had first detected that day after he had defeated the direwolves. Her shoulders were thrust back fully displaying two firm, proud breasts that heaved as she breathed. Two delightfully pink, blossom-like nipples were prominently placed at the tips of the fleshy cones. While her breasts were nothing like the super tits of Jocelyn or Leda at the House of White Satin, they were far from lacking. They were high and firm with slightly upturned blushing nipples. In proportion with the rest of her body, they matched perfectly.
Her legs were just long and supple enough to be described as elegant.
Her calves held a soft, muscular look and her thighs were fully developed, holding the strength to grasp and please a man. As they reached the blazing glow of the campfire, his eyes were drawn to the downy patch of chestnut fur that bushed below the sleek plain of her flat stomach. The flickering flames were caught in the droplets of water still held there and were ignited like a thousand sparkling gems.
Elfgwynne of Hort was definitely not a tomboy, his mind repeated. She was a woman! And a very desirable one!
"Do you think I need an aphrodisiac to win a man?" she questioned as he sat on the ground near the fire.
Reading the seriousness in her almost green hazel eyes, he suddenly realized the reason for Elf's earlier coldness. An expert woodsman, an expert swordsman and raised by her father, the girl had become a tomboy to the point of even wearing her hair cut short in the rough shaggy hairdo. But she was a woman and knew it. Still her almost manly life had left doubts in her mind about her womanhood and her powers of attraction for the opposite sex.
"No," he assured her in a soft but determined voice. "You have absolutely no need of that rose you found today."
"Are you sure?" she questioned, as she wrapped a white bandage around his forearm and tied it securely.
"Yes," he replied letting his eyes linger over the gentle curves of her body a little longer than necessary. "You are very beautiful. Probably far much more than you realize."
"And I have no need of the rose?" she continued "None at all," he smiled.
"Good," she grinned, then changing the subject. "You're shivering!"
"It's the coolness of the night and these soaking wet clothes," he answered.
"Get out of them and get into your bedroll. That'll get you warm," she commanded.
Following her directions, he lifted himself from the ground and walked to his laid-out bedroll. With a little bit of diff1culty caused by his stiffening arm, he managed to strip down to his home-made jock strap, then prepared to climb into the soft bed.
"Get that off, too!" Elf ordered from behind him. "I don't want you catching a cold."
Glancing over his shoulder, he sheepishly grinned at the girl, realizing he had never fully stripped before her during their week together. But shrugging his shoulders, he pulled the jock strap and nutcup down, and dropped it atop the pile of his other clothes.
Elf walked to his side and gathered up the wet clothing and began laying it out before the fire to dry as he once again prepared to get into his sleeping bag.
"Did you know that these sleeping bags are of a special design?" she suddenly questioned.
"No," he answered, studying the bedroll with a puzzled look.
"They are," she continued in a nonchalant voice. "They are designed so they can be fastened together into one large bag-big enough to hold two people."
His groin lurched at the words that he had just heard and he turned to the girl still arranging his clothes by the fire.
Somewhat unbelieving and astonished, he questioned, "Elf, am I reading you right? Or did you just proposition me?"
Innocently, her eyes met his and she replied, "I know nothing of propositions, but there is a tradition in Hort that if a man saves a young woman from danger, he has the right… "
"… to bed the woman," he finished her statement. "Yes, I know. I've had a run in with that custom."
The sorrel-haired Hortian princess went on, "Twice now you have saved me from death and yet you have refused to exercise your privilege. I think that I have need of my rose."
"You don't have to use that damned flower," he said, trying to think of some polite way of telling this girl, that had just offered to jump into bed with him, that he had never seen her as a woman before.
"Is it because I'm a virgin that you find me so unattractive," she puzzled.
Virgin! The word blasted through his mind leaving him slightly more than a little unsure and confused. Fumbling for some answer, he blurted out,
"A sleeping bag in the middle of the forest is no place to be offering your maidenhead. Besides, your father is a close friend of mine, what would he think?"
The words sounded every bit as foolish to him as they were. Here was a very sexy and attractive girl offering her cherry and it had him flustered!
"Tomar would be happy!" she exclaimed. "He says I should have been lain years ago. But most men are afraid of him and what he would do. They were less a man for their fears. I wouldn't want them touching me, much less endure their lovemaking!"
Suddenly faced with the realization that he was about to have his first confrontation with a virgin in a very large number of years, he walked to the girl still kneeling by the fire.
"Would you like to show me how to put these sleeping bags together?" he said, holding his hand down to her.
The helping hand wasn't needed. A bundle of very pleased and very lovely almost-a-woman sprang up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips pressed against his in a loud and wet kiss.
"Thank you" she whispered. "I knew you would be the one. I knew it!"
He grinned into the sparkling eyes before him, "I'm the one that should be thanking you. It's not often I get an offer this hard to refuse… "
Her lips smothered his once again and her tongue flicked over his tongue.
When at last she pulled away, he continued. "Somehow, I get the feeling that your father had some hand in this!"
"Oh, he did! As we left he said that if I returned a virgin from this trip, he would disown me!" she laughed. "Now warm yourself by the fire while I prepare the sleeping bags."
Slipping herself from his arms, she trotted to the bags and began to button them together. Completed, she slid into the one gigantic bag and signalled him to join her.
Chuckling to himself in disbelief, he did just that, thinking, I'm about to deflower this lovely, enticing girl to stop her from being disowned.
The rationalization did little good, and soon was forgotten as he felt Elf's warm body snuggled against his side.
"I want you," she whispered softly in his ear.
His lips covered hers in answer. Teasingly his tongue parted her willing lips and darted into the warm sweetness of her mouth. As their tongues toyed and played with one another, his hands roved over the sleek, smoothness of her body, soothing and gentling her; yet at the same time, letting her know that he knew what was coming next and would lead her into pleasures that had lain dormant in her young body.
His every movement was slow and deliberate, allowing her time to get used to a man's caressing hand on her body. He had no intention of raping this girl who so openly offered herself to him. Tenderness was the key word to his foreplay. He was in no rush to ravish her. They had the night for their love-making, and if it took that long to have everything right, he would take it.
Unlike so many ignorant husbands back on Earth, he realized that his performance, not hers was what mattered tonight. The first sexual experience for a woman determined what would develop and grow later. For the man who hopped on, stuck it in and blew his balls, there was the reward of a totally cold, frustrated woman who hated the very thought of having sex. But for the man who was willing enough to care of his woman, to take the needed time to soothe her fears and understand the strangeness of the first sexual encounter, there was a woman waiting that enjoyed and needed sex as much as he did.
It was this knowledge that guided Ponkert's every motion. His mouth left her lips only when her breathing increased and she was ready for further stimulations. Then his lips, tongue, and teeth teased and taunted their way over the gentle slopes of her neck and shoulders.
When her moans deepened with desire and her body writhed its softness against his, he allowed his hands to tenderly slip from her back and arms, and lightly cup the young cones of her firm breasts. Likewise, there was no roughness to his manipulations. Soothingly, his palms and fingers stroked the silken-softness at the base of the twin peaks until they heaved with desire for his touch. Then he prolonged the light swirling of his experienced fingers as they travelled up the trembling mounds. His deliberately slow titillation of this willing girl brought whimpers of delight from her lips as his fingertips sought and found the quiescent nipples perched atop her proud breasts.
Awakened to the touch of a man, her body strained to increase its closeness to his. Trembling and quivering with a new found arousal, she moaned and nibbled at his ear, letting him know that what he was doing was good.
But all the pleasure was not hers. As he gave, he received. Aside from the fact that he had one hell of a desirable woman beside him, and one who wanted him, he was filled with the fact that he was igniting never-before-felt emotion and desire within her. Feelings and desires he understood and helped her to attain to the fullest.
Moving downward with his mouth, his lips and tongue replaced his hands on her sensually warming breasts. Once again she gave a series of whimpering little pleasure cries as his tongue lavished soft caresses over and around the sensitive buttons that his fingers had brought to a plump hard stiffness. When at last he sucked at the sweetness of her breasts, he did so gently, but with enough force that she knew he desired her as much as she did him. Moaning in deep satisfaction, her back arched to him trying to force more of the willing flesh into his mouth. An offer which he did his best to accommodate.
While his mouth busied her now fully sexually fired breasts, his hands stroked up and down the velvet like curves of her sides. As his fingers moved toward the firm flat plain of her young stomach, he soothingly danced little swirls to calm the quivering anticipation of the unknown.
Easily, his hand and fingers played and reassured her for his next moves.
Slowly, but with gentle determination, he allowed one of his hands to slide to the summery warmth of her supple thighs. The girl moaned with the new intimate contact of his exploring hands, realizing he was inching his way closer and closer to his ultimate goal. He fondled and teased the outside of her thigh until her legs spread to him, voluntarily and completely under their own desire. But still he soothed and assured her, not wishing to move in too soon.
Far from remaining motionless, her hands explored the muscular expanse of his broad back. She was thrilled as she felt the thick muscles roll beneath the manly feel of his skin. Almost in imitating fashion, she allowed her hands to follow the direction of his.
Lovingly she caressed the fullness of his shoulders, then drifted her fingers to the forest of hairs sprouting on his chest. Tickling her way through the curly mat, she found his nipples as he had found hers.
Lightly rolling them with the tips of her fingers, enjoying feeling them come alive under her ministrations and grow to hard little pebbles of desire.
Unhesitant about her explorations, she followed the path his hands were taking on her body, only on his. Her hands glided softly down his sides and played among the hairs on his hard stomach. Likewise, she rubbed the warmth of his thigh and even allowed her fingers to trace over the contours of his taut buttocks. Her pleasure soared as he moaned and pressed tightly against her. Gooseflesh rippled along her body as she felt the hard length of his sex roll aroused over her thigh. She realized that it was stiff and erect for one reason and only one reason-her!
Continuing his teasing caresses, he moved his palms into the warm softness of her inner thigh. As the girl he now controlled groaned with increased desire, he stroked over the tender smoothness. Higher and higher, he worked his hand, allowing her to accustom herself to its tantalizing touch. Then when she was prepared for it to move to her waiting mound of willingness, his palm floated over her vulva, barely tickling the auburn-coloured down there and repeated the same gentle caresses on her opposite thigh.
"Ohhhh," she moaned in a throaty, aroused voice of passion. "God, it feels soooo good. Please-please touch me!"
Then, and only then, did he allow his hand to glide to the waiting bulge of her mound of love. Lightly, he encompassed the quivering vulva with his hand, feeling the excited thrill of pleasure shoot through her body and exit from her trembling lips as pleading little whimpers.
His hand moved with a pressure that was no more than a soft petting of the silken down covering her sex. Gradually, as she moaned and writhed her approval, he increased the force of his fingers and palm to a healthy fondle. Her body trembled and quaked in response and was asking for more.
Obliging, he now massaged the willing mound in a steady almost kneading fashion. Her lips and teeth that nipped delightfully at his neck, told him that she had accepted his touch, loved it, and wanted more.
The dampness that welled from her newly excited depths and touched his massaging hand signalled that she was truly ready for him to proceed. As he worked back and forward on the trembling swell of her cunt, he slid his index finger into the crease of her labia and ran it lengthwise up and down the heated slash. Each stroke brushed against the awakening button of her clitoris, igniting a fire of passion that could be satisfied by but one method. Her moans and groans of desire told him she was prepared for that.
Once more possessing her mouth with his lips, he rolled atop the willing girl. His hand continued its pleasureful stroking and massaging until he felt the tenseness escape from her body.
"I am ready," she urged in a deep passionate voice. "Now, please, I am ready for you in me!"
Reaching out with his vulva massaging hand, he grasped the thick end of his cock, while he used his thumb to open the entrance to her vagina.
Gently, he guided the swollen pole of his sex into the outer lips of her labia. Throbbing in the liquid beat of her excitement, he lay motionless letting her feel the demanding smoothness of his cock.
He lifted himself above the girl, so that he was fully raised on his extended arms. He smiled down at her assuringly.
"I am coming in you now," he whispered, allowing her to prepare for his entry.
Her eyes sparkled back at him and she urged him on with her reply, "All at once. I want you all at once!"
His buttocks drew taut as he prepared for the thrust that would follow.
His breath sucked in deep. Then he lunged!
In one swift, fluid surge, he sent his cock against the thin membrane of her hymen, the last guardian of her virginity. The head of his rod felt the slight resistance the wall of skin gave as he shot through into the exquisite tightness of her soft virgin channel. Immediately he was aware of the tenseness in her body as a sharp blast of pain coursed through her open nerve endings at the breaking of her maidenhead. Motionless, he lay within her as the walls of her vulnerable cunt closed tightly around the bulky invader.
"It hurt!" she moaned. "It hurt and it feels so big!"
"Yes," he whispered, in an assuring tone. "I know, but it will never hurt again. I promise."
Remaining motionless until she relaxed, he then eased his shaft from the opened mouth of her belly. She groaned with the sudden movement and tightened again. As she relaxed, he once more slid back into the liquid warmth of her caressing vagina. There was no blocking hymen to cause pain this time and her moans came only from the strangeness that filled her cunt that was unaccustomed to accommodating a man. The thick flow of lubricants he had so carefully set in motion by his extended foreplay protected the delicate cuntal walls from any irritating friction.
Again and again, he eased the swollen length of his cock in and out of her. By the sixth stroke, her moans came from the stirring desire that licked out from her man-packed core of passion.
Easily he lowered himself back to the awaiting bed of flesh beneath. He felt the head of his shaft jerk and nudge the elastic walls surrounding it, as his chest made contact with desire-hardened pinnacles of her breasts. His lips lightly touched hers and his tongue tenderly flicked over the full luscious lips it found.
"It feels good," she whispered almost in a surprised voice and wiggled a little, rolling the satin-covered pillows of her breasts against him.
"Marvellously good," he said in between a flourish of small kisses.
Her belly was hot and yearning against his now, as he continued to pump slowly in and out of her cunt with increasing ease. He savoured the little tremors of heightening desire within the girl. She moved beneath him, pushing her pelvis up against him as if exploring what her own body was capable of. She twisted and writhed in small undulating motions around his cock, moaning softly with pleasure as she did.
Leaning a little to one side, he managed to slide a hand down between them. Her moans were demanding when his fingers found the damp cock-splayed lips of her sex. Probing into the warm, moist crease, he found the extended node of her clit. Her body quaked with a provocative tremor as he touched the aroused button of lust.
Intently circling the pleasure-laden button, he refanned the flames he had ignited previously. Her body responded, pumping rhythmically with the motion of his hips.
Pulling himself out, he paused momentarily to watch her body quiver and her eyes open questioningly. Smiling in answer, he sent himself plunging back into resilient folds of the cleft of her loins with a force equal to his hymen breaking entry. Her body trembled under the excitement of the impact. She groaned under the dual stimulation of having a man slam himself into her and the massaging finger that skilfully manipulated her clit.
He wrenched free, his exit leaving only the throbbing crown of his aching prick within the outer lips of her cunt. He listened as her breath sucked deeply, fully aware of what was to come next. Then he gave it to her, driving deeply into the warm, wet cavern of her belly.
Her desire-filled pelvis leaped up to greet his entry. There were no longer any traces of fear or pain. The clinging walls of her vagina now knew a man and wanted him. Wanted him very much!
Steadily increasing the speed of his strokes, he pumped himself into her belly. In long, hard, deep driving plunges he delved into the sweet wetness of her unexplored recesses. Their crotches slapped wetly as he slammed into her. With each lunge she seemed to open up and accept a little more of his length into the well of her body.
Her body rocked and bucked, matching his drilling strokes when he felt the first, of a long series of tight contractions grip his cock in desperation. Abandoned in her passionate fever, she cried out her lust as the hurricane winds of her first orgasm tore her soul and scattered its pieces through a kaleidoscopic coloured universe of sensual delights.
Despite his fight to hold back the boiling load he had accumulated during a week without a woman, his strength fell like the breaking of a gigantic dam. Pure animal lust seized him as his cock was squeezed time and time again by the pleasure-controlled channel that held him in its hot depths.
He grunted and groaned as he poled his shaft deep into the clutching vagina. He slithered in and out at a reckless speed, until the explosion that raced from his balls, seared out over the passion-inflamed head of his cock. Quivering and trembling in spasms of unleashed passions, he clung to the girl beneath him, as she in turn held him close.
Together, locked in violent, frantic sexual pleasure, they rocked and groaned under the cover of their tandem sleeping bag; until, at last, the soothing, washing waves of fulfilment lulled them back to the soft gratification of their love-making.
As he attempted to withdraw his deflating penis, her arms held him to her. "Stay in me. I'm not ready to feel empty again so soon."
Lightly kissing her eyelids, he rolled to his side, taking her with him so that his cock remained entrenched in her come-soaked cleft of love.
As was inevitable, the sleeping snake at his groin eventually slid from the warm softness of her belly. But by that time, Elf was asleep with a smile of contentment on her lips.