Re: Fleeing Fate (Takimaru)
Alaric's strong reactions to Elysia's services did wonders in boosting the seamstress' own libido, and she felt the heat rising from deep within, the blood rushing to her nethers to prepare her for what would come. She could feel her own heart pounding, almost muffling the ambient noises with its pronounced thumps as the smith gently pushed her onto the bed, a motion by which she quickly yielded to. And when he issued the command that she had been waiting for all this time, it just about stole her breath away, causing the beautiful artisan to shiver in anticipation as she gladly complied with the man's wishes. "Oooooh..." she cooed softly upon feeling the tip of his cock brush along her wet petals, even for as briefly as it did, and even that moment of contact left the man's helmet glistening with the pale beauty's secretions, showing him just how ready she was for him. But not a single complaint came from Elysia when she felt his large fingers tending to her womanhood, and she rewarded him with a soft gasp and a passionate sigh instead. Despite his somewhat rough touch, it still didn't fail to send ripples of pleasure racing throughout the seamstress' frame, as shown by the sudden arching of her back, with one hand grasping the sheets as the other squeezed at the blacksmith's wrist.
For a moment, it looked as if Alaric wouldn't be able to draw out a stronger reaction from Elysia with how animated she was already, with her sweat-beaded forehead, the deep flush across her cheeks and chest, lightly trembling frame, and of course her swollen, dripping nethers. But when his fingers sunk into her tight lower canal, she winced, her thighs squeezing together as she tried hard to fight back a louder cry, instead parting her lips to welcome his kiss and using that to help muffle any additional noises she might make for the time being. When his fingertips touched down upon her most sensitive spot within, Elysia wrapped her arms around the hulking craftsman's neck, pulling him closer and deepening the embrace, and used her sturdy lover as an anchor to keep her grounded from the wave of pleasure that threatened to carry her away into a different place altogether, at least mentally. But despite the lust that had threatened to consume them both, Elysia still managed to realize that she was with the person she wanted to be closest to most. She held onto him tightly, moaning softly all the while as she felt even the slightest shift of his fingers moving inside of her. Her secretions had already dribbled down to Alaric's knuckes, with her breaths growing shallow, her heaving chest and gradually elevating hips showing that she was reaching that point.
Elysia never quite reached that peak, however, as the smithy pulled his hand away before she could actually cum, leaving her a whimpering, utterly aroused mess on the bed. When their lips finally parted, she returned his gaze with a pleading look. Her heart wanted nothing more than just to be closest to him in that moment, while her body wanted him inside of her. She would ultimately get both wishes fulfilled when the man gently moved forward, slowly parting her pink folds with the head of his massive member. Elysia quivered in anticipation, but when she felt his girth stretching her inner walls, she grimaced, biting her lower lip to keep herself from screaming. Despite the events from the previous day, she still proved to be incredibly tight inside, especially for someone as hung as Alaric, and it was quite difficult for even the lovestruck tailoress to deny that the smith's gradual entry was a little uncomfortable at first. Her reaction to the sensation made it look more painful than it actually was. As he slid inch after inch of his throbbing rod deeper towards her inner sanctum, Elysia let out a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut tightly while tears began to stream down her cheeks. She dug her fingernails into his back rather harshly, albeit unintentionally so, drawing blood even from his thick skin as she fought to stay quiet. But with how careful and considerate the blacksmith was in claiming her, the overall experience wasn't nearly as painful as she expected, despite his immense girth.
Finally, after he hilted himself inside of her completely, she opened her eyes to look at him with a warm, serene smile. Here before her was a massive individual, as intimidating as when she first met him, capable of breaking her in an instant. But he chose not to, instead opting to treat her with more tenderness than she even deserved, at least in her own eyes. Time and time again he had proven himself to be this decent in such a short amount of time, and she loved him for it. Her thighs spread even further to allow him to get in nice and deep with as little resistance and possible, and when he began to move, her pussy wrapped his cock up tightly in its natural warmth, eager to welcome him back inside as many times as it took to satisfy him completely. "Oh! Ohh... A-Alaric! Ah... ah, aah, ahnn! Nnn..." she cried out rhythmically in time with his steady thrusts, offering him momentary glimpses of absolute bliss with each thrust he took into her. Elysia's sizable breasts bounced back and forth as Alaric made love to her, though their motions were soon reduced to a minimum when the man leaned down further, pressing his chest against hers so that one might feel the other's heartbeat upon their own. She tilted her head upwards to meet him halfway when he approached her for a kiss in the middle of their session, showing him feelings reciprocated--that she wanted him just as badly as he did her.
The seamstress never stopped moving under Alaric's touch, however, either caressing his upper body with her hands or running her lower legs alongside his as he pumped away at her lovely womanhood. With each stroke the well-muscled artisan took away from her, Elysia's slick inner walls clung tightly to his shaft, as if calling for him to plunge into her again as soon as possible. And when he did, her folds were all too eager to welcome him back, giving the man a place where he could bask in absolute bliss, magnified further by the subtle, side to side sway of the beauty's hips to bring about additional pleasure while he was in at his deepest. She ran her fingers through his hair, her tongue dancing along with his in the ongoing kiss, so as to mimic the dynamic union that their bodies joined each other in. Outwardly, she was enjoying every minute of this, with a body that reacted similarly to her partner's in terms of expressing passion and unhindered lust. Inwardly, she was happy--more than she had ever been in a long time. Even her own village was a place that she didn't always feel 'at home' in, but here, in Alaric's loving arms, she did. And when he broke the kiss, she returned his gaze intently, smiling at him, that is, until she felt his cock rub against her g-spot as the blacksmith's pace quickened. This caused her to let out a series of loud moans, and between stunted breaths, she attempted to speak. "A-Alaric, I... d-don't stop, I-I... ah! Ahh, y-yes! Ooooh... I-I'm cumming too... hahh... aaah-huhnn!"
Elysia could hardly speak after that, her sounds soon limited to barely coherent moans and sighs. Gripping the smith's shoulders, she shifted her hips in such a way that he would have to thrust downwards in order to hilt himself inside of her, her abs tensing as she did so. Then, finally, she came, her orgasm announced to Alaric by way of the strong tremors moving throughout her body, and perhaps more noticeably, the rhythmic clamping of her pussy upon his throbbing member, urging him to let it all out deep inside. "A-Ah... hnnn! Hnnn! Hnn-aahh...! Hahhhnn!" It would become even harder for the muscular craftsman to resist when Elysia's feminine liquids practically gushed out from her pink crevice, coating his rod, while her lower canal gave way just a bit more, letting him give it to her as deep and hard as he pleased. And when he finally came, she released a long, drawn-out coo, her lips puckered into the shape of an 'O' as the flood of warmth hit the entrance to her womb, only filling her up from there. "Oooooohh...~!"
However, his continued thrusts, even throughout the immense orgasm, brought Elysia to another level of bliss as she felt yet another climax approaching just as the first ended. "Ahhuhnn... mmm.. ah! W-Wait, I--ah, a-ah... ah, hnn, haah, nnnf, NNN!! NNNN~!" As the seamstress came a second time thanks to the sensation of Alaric's throbbing manhood pumping out load after load of his gift, her cervix dilated ever so slightly, drinking all it could of his seed. Even then, her thirsty cunny received more nourishment than it could hold, overflowing with her own juices onto the bed. The tailoress soon found herself a bit dizzy from the back to back orgasms, but her want for Alaric was such that she continued to writhe and moan beneath him, wrapping her legs around his waist as she felt the trickle of his hot cum seep out from the point of their sexual union. As the smith finished inside of her, making sure to empty himself out into her lower canal, Elysia continued to release a few encouraging moans, giving him the approval to go on until he was completely satisfied.
Even as exhausted as she was in such a state, she weakly attempted to return his loving gestures, her flushed chest heaving in and out as she gasped for air. Soaked, wavy locks of hair clung to the edges of her face as she continued to take all he could give her, content in both the emotional and physical result of their coupling.
As they wound down from the heated session, she hugged him tightly, a new bond securely formed in her heart. Now, she couldn't bear the thought of leaving Blinlock, at least not without Alaric. What frightened her most was the possibility, however remote it was, of him ever leaving her, as she had, perhaps foolishly, instilled her sense of security into the sturdy smith. "Alaric..." she said in a near whisper, her breaths still heavy. "Please, tell me we won't stop at what happened here, tonight." Elysia didn't quite have the courage to say it in a more direct manner, due to the many implications of such a request, but it was the best she could manage for now. "Tell me that you at least feel something for me... as I do for you."
