Their lips came together so hard as to be painful. Allora was whimpering with need as her arms came around his shoulders and her fingernails began to dig into his back. Mitchell was hardly quiet, either. He growling as his desire for her came exploding forth like a dam breaking.

In a flash, his arms were around her waist and picked her up with ease. Much to his surprise, she was almost feather light. Allora’s legs wrapped around him and she locked her ankles in place as their mouths devoured each other. The simple dress she wore bunched up at her thighs and she hadn’t put the panties back on. His hands found the tender globes of her ass and he squeezed, drawing another squeak from her throat as she broke the kiss and began to bite and suckle at his neck, nipping at his flesh gently and sometimes not so gently.

His own mouth found her neck and he reveled in the taste of her. The slightly acrid flavor of the soap was still heavy on her skin but, with his heightened senses, he could taste the woman beneath the perfume – the pure, clean taste of her body. He breathed her in and let the flavors mingle on his tongue and it drove him wild. Mitchell’s breath was coming hard through his nose as he let his passion loose. Distantly, Mitchell realized he sounded almost bestial, but Allora was matching his ardor, being just as vocal as he was.

Holding her easily with one arm under her bare ass, Mitchell brought his other hand around and ripped the front of the dress down, once again exposing the glorious mounds of her breasts. He marveled at his body’s new strength. With the improved physique his training and travel had given him, Allora felt like a child in his arms. The effects of the heart stone, no doubt.

Lifting her up a little higher he brought her right nipple in line with his mouth and pulled it in. Allora wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him in tight, smashing his face deep into her cleavage as she gasped. She rested her face on the top of his head as she urged him on.

“Yes! Yessss!” she hissed as Mitchell teased the nipple ever so slightly between his teeth. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair as his mouth began to explore all that glorious flesh. He put his lips and tongue to good use and after a few minutes she was writhing in his embrace, panting and watching as he looked for any as-yet untasted bit of skin. Then, without warning, she unlocked her legs and wiggled down. Mitchell let her go. It was her turn to use her mouth.

She kissed him hard on the lips again and pulled at his lower lip almost to the point of pain, then began to work her way down, kissing and massaging with her fingers as she went. She let her fingertips slide over the ridges of his chest muscles and then his abs and obliques. When her fingers hit the waist of his pants, she looked up from where she was kissing around his naval and then began to pull them down. She had to back away to get the front part of the pants over the bulge in his cock and it popped up like it was spring loaded. Mitchell let out a groan of his own at being free.

While Allora often blushed at Lethelin’s bawdy humor and never made any jokes of a sexual nature at all, she didn’t seem to have any qualms about what they were doing now. She was just as hungry for this as he was.

On her knees in front of him, her face at the level of his crotch, she stared hungrily at his cock and he saw a little smile start at the corner of her mouth. She brought on hand up and gripped him at the base and stroked up the entire length, pausing to rub her thumb over the tip and spread out the moisture that was already there.

Mitchell let out a shuddering breath as the sensations washed over him. Allora noticed and smiled.

“Does my lord like that?” she said, her tone playful.

“He does,” Mitchell said, his voice low.

“And this?”

Allora’s other hand came up and cupped his balls and began to tug.

“Mmhmmm,” he responded, his hips starting to thrust in time with her hand.

The sight of her, bare chested and on her knees, was something he almost couldn’t believe. The number of times something like this had played out in his fantasies over the last couple of months were too many to count. And here she was.

“I want your mouth, Lora,” he told her, his voice husky with need.

“My lord may have all of me,” she said with a little twinkle in her violet eyes.

Licking her lips she parted her mouth and placed the head of his swollen cock in her mouth.

“Fuuuuck!” Mitchell cried out as he threw his head back.

He heard Allora chuckle as much as she was able while she had him in her mouth and he looked down to see her staring back at him. He felt her tongue going to work on him and she sank her mouth as deep as she could on his shaft. She managed just over half his length when he felt himself at the back of her throat before slowly drawing herself back. She paused at the tip. Then repeated the process, this time using her hand in conjunction with her mouth and the sensations intensified.

Mitchell placed his hands on the back of her head and guided her tempo, getting lost in the world of pleasure her mouth was bringing him. She accepted the pressure and allowed him to set the pace, both hands working. Her right hand moved in time with her mouth adding additional pressure, and her left hand continued its steady ministrations on his balls. It was bliss.

Despite his best efforts, Mitchell felt his orgasm fast approaching. After so long without any real release, he didn’t have the willpower to stop.

“Lora I’m going to… You’re going to make me…” Mitchell realized then that he didn’t know the word for orgasm. She understood well enough.

Rather than stop she began making little mewling sounds and increased her pace, pushing herself deeper onto his cock. Mitchell’s hands curled into fists in her hair and with an almost primal cry of pleasure, he exploded into her mouth. Her head stopped moving but her hands continued their work as she accepted his seed into her mouth.

“Oh, god! Ooooh, my god,” Mitchell half moaned, half screamed as he felt her work to swallow all that he had given her. His knees buckled then and he had to step back, coming free of Allora’s mouth with a pop. He stumbled, nearly losing his footing, and then went down on one knee, his chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath.

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Nearly level with Allora now, he saw her licking her lips and looking very satisfied.

“Thank you, my lord,” Allora said, grinning at his condition.

“Balls and taint, woman,” Mitchell said with a laugh. “You always seemed so proper I honestly never expected that from you.”

“Mmm, what is improper about a woman pleasing her man?”

She crawled over to him and started kissing his chest. Mitchell wrapped her in his arms and together they went down to the ground together. His hands exploring her and her body and hers exploring him just the same.

The sky overhead was purple and Mitchell knew it was long past time when they should have returned, but he didn’t care. They weren’t finished yet.

“Nothing at all,” he said as he turned her over onto her back and began to kiss his way down her chest and to her taut stomach. “I just wasn’t sure what it would be like when we finally did this. I get hints with Lethelin but nothing from you.”

She smiled playfully.

“I would not deny myself any pleasure with you, Mitchell. But I do not need to display my desires for everyone to see.”

“Fair enough,” Mitchell replied, and continued running a trail down her body with his lips.

It was now Allora’s turn to grab handfuls of his hair as she began to writhe in anticipation. When Mitchell reached the waist of the dress that she still wore, he pulled it off and over her legs, then resumed his position. He kissed his way up her left thigh until he reached the shadowy place in the middle. Downy soft black hair greeted him and he could see she was just as wet as he had been hard.

Mitchell kissed just to the left of her pussy, teasing her, then allowed his nose to brush her delicate folds as he moved to the right and kissed that soft spot where her leg joined her hips. He dragged his tongue up that crease and then kissed over the top of her pussy and back down the other side. It had the desired effect.

Allora was thrusting her hips up and moaning every time his lips came into contact with her skin.

“Mitchell,” she pleaded.

“Say please,” he told her, drawing out the torment even longer.

“Please, my lord,” she moaned.

Her head came up and her eyes were half closed, her chest heaving.

“Please,” she said once more.

“Good girl,” Mitchell told her and she got a strange look on her face upon hearing the compliment, but she smiled broadly.

Mitchell brought his nose in and pressed it directly into her pussy. Allora gasped at the contact and moaned low in her throat as her hips pushed up to meet him. He inhaled the fresh scent of her and his cock, never having gone fully soft, twitched involuntarily. He extended a tongue, parted her folds and found her opening, drinking in the taste of her.

“Yes, my lord,” Allora groaned again and Mitchell slid his tongue upward, finding that clits on elven women were in the same place as on human women, much to his delight. He circled it, only allowing his tongue to graze it now and again and, before long, Allora was panting and twisting trying to get him to touch her most sensitive spot. Only after he felt her legs quivering did he grant her wish.

He placed his tongue at the bottom of her opening, and slowly dragged it up through her folds and to the base of her clit and pushed his tongue a little dipper. She gasped and shudders ran through her body as she pushed herself hard into him. Then he began to drag his tongue up again, almost tugging her clit upward as he did so.

“Mitchell! My lord!” she panted. “Please! More!”

She was whimpering and moaning as the pressure built and then, suddenly, he flicked past her pearl and circled it before taking it into his mouth.

Allora screamed and bucked into his mouth, her hands pulling his face so hard into her crotch that his nose hurt. As his tongue flicked at her swollen nub as she was rocking herself in time with him, her powerful legs clamping around his ears.

“Mitchell, I am going to cum!”

“Oh, so that was the word,” Mitchell thought to himself as he struggled not to break the rhythm he had established that was working so well. ”Svora.”

“Ahhh! Sweet sun!” Allora cried as her orgasm slammed into her.

Mitchell stopped then, holding steady as her body trembled. Only when her thighs began to relax around his ears did he pull his head away. The lower half of his face was wet with their combined juices and she had tasted so good Mitchell thought he might be drunk on the flavor of her. He kissed her way up her stomach as her she came down off her high. Her arms fell limp and her head lolled to the side. A tired smile split her face as she breathed deep.

“You taste delicious,” Mitchell told her.

He found a nipple and took it in his mouth as he continued to travel northward.

“Thank you, my lord,” she said dreamily.

Mitchell reached her neck and her head turned to meet him and they kissed passionately. He slipped her arms underneath her and pulled her body tight to his.

“Take me, my lord,” she breathed into his neck as she felt Mitchell’s hard cock press at her entrance. “I am yours. Always.”

Not needing any further encouragement, Mitchell found her opening and gently pushed in.

They both groaned at the sensation and Allora clung to him tightly, her teeth digging into his shoulder and her nails sinking into his back.

“You’re so tight,” Mitchell growled as he inched his way forward. It was like a fist around his cock.

“Mmmm, you are so big,” she panted as her legs wrapped around his waist once more, holding him fast.

Mitchell chuckled at that. He didn’t think he was that big, but it was always nice to hear.

Allora continued to urge him on and finally he had completely buried himself inside of her. They simply held each other for a moment, both of then soaking in the sensation of being joined. Then Mitchell pulled himself slowly outward until only the tip remained inside of her, and paused.

Allora moved to push herself up into him and he kept himself just out of reach. She groaned in obvious frustration.

“If my lord doesn’t fuck me, I might just have to take him myself.”

Mitchell brought himself down and touched his nose to hers.

“Say please,” he said, giving her an evil grin.

Allora arched one of her delicate black eyebrows at him and gave him a playful pout.

“Please fuck me, my lord.”

“Good girl,” he whispered as he pushed his cock into her much faster this time.

She cried out at the suddenness and her head rolled back.

“Please, my lord,” she gasped. “Please, my lord!”

Mitchell decided he could get used to this ‘my lord’ business.

Once he realized that he wasn’t going to hurt her with the more powerful strokes, he started going harder. She met him stroke for stroke, pushing her body into his until they were coming together with audible slapping sounds. Mitchell kissed her hard as he lost himself in the pure pleasure of taking her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Allora was crying out with each thrust and he could feel her body start to tense underneath him.

“Come for your lord,” he growled to her.

Allora’s eyes went wide and her back arched up. Her breath caught in her throat and her second orgasm claimed her. He felt her grow tighter around his cock and he felt himself getting close as well. Rather than slow down, he increased the tempo, feeling that pressure begin to build in his balls.

“Are you mine? Are you my good girl?”

Mitchell grabbed a fistful of hair as he pounded into her. He wasn’t normally so aggressive with his partners but something about her calling him “my lord” so much was making him feel especially dominant. And, judging by her reaction, she was enjoying it just as much as he was.

“Yes!” she cried. “I am my lord’s good girl!” she groaned.

That sent Mitchell over the edge and he spasmed hard.

“Fuuuck,” he cried out for the second time.

He tried to keep going but it was too intense and he had to stop. He went down on his elbows and rested his head on her shoulder. They were both breathing hard.

They lay like that for a long moment, simply basking in the afterglow, before Mitchell spoke.

“I love you, Allora.”

“I know,” she said softly as her fingers stroked his hair. “And I love you, my lord.”