The Knight, clad head-to-toe in azure armor trimmed with bronze eagle motifs, stood at the bank of the Lagoon. The witch had told him if he watched long enough he would be rewarded with an unrivaled sword. If he was willing to pay the price…
He kept his vigil all morning, calmly observing every ripple and current of the loch. A passerby would have thought him a monument had there been any, so still did he stand as the songbirds chirped and flew overhead.
As the sun reached its zenith, to his awe from the depths of the loch arose an elven Maiden!
Rivulets cascaded like miniature waterfalls down her long golden tresses that drifted round about her hips which cleared the undulating surface. Drops of water dripped onto smooth, fair skin; glittering off her supple, toned body and bare navel like pearls. The sun danced off her jewel-bedecked hair piece and reflected from her bracelets and armbands. Her earrings and necklace shone with the scattered fire of precious stones.
Held in place by a gem-encrusted chain round her waist, her thin white tunic was completely soaked from the water; showing practically every detail of her Sylvan hourglass figure. From the perky tips of her bounteous breasts, threatening to escape the thin strips of fabric securing them in place, to the delicate folds of her bare lady garden’s entrance nestled between her thighs beneath the wet cloth of her tunic, it was clear she wore no other clothing.
In her hands, she carried a peerless sword! It's pommel and guard appeared to be made of gold, while the cerulean grip matched the clear waters all around. Sylvan designs were etched into the gold and accented with emeralds and rubies. The scabbard was ultramarine with silver and gold cords weaved about it in fanciful knotwork.
The Elf’s breasts bounced softly and her hips sinuously swayed to and fro as she waded to the bank where the Knight remained standing. Still in the gentle water as it lapped just below her feminine intimacy, she stretched out her hands and offered up the priceless blade.
“I will give you my sword if you will give me yours,” the Lady said with a sultry smile.
The Knight was transfixed with the fey beauty of the Maiden and remained motionless while his eyes drank in every minute detail of her voluptuous form she made no effort to hide.
After a protracted silence, all the while the elven Maiden maintaining her sensuous smile, the Knight knelt down and solemnly retrieved the sword. Standing once again, he drew the weapon and examined it. As he did so, the Lady’s smile disappeared as she keenly observed his imposing frame with anticipation.
The blade appeared to be made of translucent glass, while water from the lagoon seemed to flow and swirl within. Though he expected it to break, the Knight tested it by lightly tapping the tip on a nearby rock. To his surprise, the blade did not shatter, but remained unblemished! The stone, however, had a noticeable gash where the blade had struck. A quick stroke confirmed the blade cut through rock as though it was passing through parchment! Impressed, the knight returned the sword to its scabbard, nodded to the Sylvan Lady, and stood at attention, the weapon at his side.
“Excellent!” the Elven Maiden purred, coyly smiling like the cat that caught the canary. Rising out of the water, she stepped lightly from its surface onto the emerald grassy bank. She then promptly knelt down, and began to unbuckle the straps that held the armor about his loins, pouting and biting her lip with frustration when she couldn’t get them unfastened quick enough.
Once the plates dropped free to the grass with a clank, the Lady, smiling seductively, softly spoke to herself, “Let’s see what your sword looks like.” With that she unfastened his mail leggings, letting them hang about his greaves with a satisfying clink. Finally, biting her lip in anticipation she slowly pulled down his padded britches and linen undergarments together. A sudden gasp involuntarily escaped the elven Maiden’s lips as his long hard shaft, arching downward from the leggings clinging to the tip, sprang up in salute as it was finally freed from its trappings. Simultaneously his family jewels slightly elevated as they freely swung in the open air.
“Marvelous!” she exclaimed in gleeful girlish giggling as she held her forearm next to his saluting sword. It was over half the length!
“Truly impressive good sir!” she complimented him staring at it in wonderment with her limpid emerald eyes, and licking her lips with excitement. “Let’s have a taste…”
Tenderly cupping his dangling pearls with her left hand, her right index finger softly stroked his hard shaft from tip to base before gripping it firmly. As she leaned in, her lips gleamed and her tongue peeked out as her open mouth salivated awaiting the first savory flavor.
“Mmmmmph!” she announced as the tip slid along her tongue while her lips clamped down all around consuming it like a rare delicacy. She proceeded to spiral her tongue all about the enveloped head, feeling every bump, ridge, and contour as she thoroughly tasted everything. Once she was satisfied she had finished the taste test, she pulled back her head, maintaining her lip clamp, till the tip slipped out with a resounding smack!
“Exquisite!” she gasped smiling in delight, despite strings of saliva still dangling from her lips and arcing back to his sword’s wet and glistening head. “I shall have a truly satisfying and pleasurable banquet this day!” With that remark, she leaned forward again gently pinching the shining head between her right thumb and index and lifted it till it pointed at the sky.
Like a mother cat caring for her kitten, the Lady began to tenderly lick the long shaft with deliberate slow upward strokes. She worked with fastidious care, methodically working her way around and down the Knight’s meat sword. No pore was missed on the engorged member, as she would pause only briefly to swallow and renew her saliva stores.
Upon reaching the base of the shaft she turned her attention to the plump purse containing his manly pearls. This too she would lick, but now she used alternating strokes; first going up, and then going down, making sure the tip of her tongue penetrated every wrinkle and fold. Once the jewel sack was dripping and sparkling, the Lady sat back to admire her work.
“There,” she breathed softly. “The feast is properly basted. Now—“ she purred as she came close to the jewel purse, “—let's polish these hidden gems.” Her soft exhaling against it made the pouch contract lifting the pearls slightly. With that, she gently nipped a loose wrinkle, and holding it between her teeth smiled mischievously. “Uh, uh, uh!” she teased through her closed grin. “You can’t set up for the sticky finish yet.”
She began to gently tug and pull downward with her mouth. In response, the pliable skin of the Knight’s man purse stretched and elongated, while the precious pearls gently bounced and tumbled about within. The Sylvan Maiden released her clamped jaw and the sack elastically pulled back, but not as tightly as before. With a little sigh of satisfaction, the Lady nipped another wrinkle, repeating the process.
After a few repeated nip and tugs, the Elf sat back, looked up at the Knight, and flashed her sultry grin. The tip of her tongue peeked out from between her pearly teeth as she gave a flirtatious wink. Instantly she leaned back in, pressing her partially open lips against the bottom tip of his left family jewel, and in a fluid motion sucked it completely into her mouth!
Carefully using her teeth to slightly pinch the stretched manpurse, she ensured the stolen jewel could not escape her warm, moist mouth. The Knight’s head tilted far back as the pull on his jewel was tight and slightly painful, while also being exceedingly pleasurable. Behind the closed visor, his lips quivered.
The Lady, never releasing her stolen prize, looked up and smiled broadly for a second at the Knight’s reaction. Then clamping her lips back around her teeth, she proceeded to glide her tongue all around the pilfered pearl while simultaneously pulling imperceptibly back to increase the pain pressure just a bit more. A low hiss escaped the Knights lips. The Elf let a muffled giggle pause her action before continuing. Alternating sucking, rolling from cheek to cheek, and tongue massaging, she assiduously polished the poached pearl in the tumbler of her mouth. Occasionally increasing the tension on the stretched pouch just to hear the Knight hiss.
After what seemed an eternity to the Knight (though a couple of minutes at most had passed) the Sylvan Maiden released her pinched prize allowing it to slip back to its natural place in the man sack. The Knight’s posture immediately relaxed at its release.
His relief was premature, however, as the Elf suddenly captured the other jewel and again intensely polished it within her magical mouth. Her smiles and occasional little giggle informed him she was greatly enjoying his painful state of pleasure.
Finally, she released his second jewel, and the Knight involuntarily let out a little sigh.
“I see you enjoyed that almost as much as I did,” the elven Maiden teased through lyrical laughter. Then she looked directly up into the Knight’s helmed face with smoldering emerald eyes and coyly remarked, “Time for a second basting of the banquet!” With that remark, she swallowed his sword whole, letting it slide down her throat without gagging at all!
Once her lips were pressed against the Knight’s loins, she grabbed the left cheek of his rump in her right hand, gripping it tightly and pulling a bit, slightly spreading it open. Her left hand, again cupping his precious jewels, raised them as close to the base of the shaft as possible. Then without pulling her head back, she began to flick her tongue in and out licking his pearls! The Knight threw his head back once again at this sudden new sensation.
Some eternity of licking later (as measured by the Knight), the Elf gave one final flick of her tongue. However, instead of drawing it back into her mouth, she slowly pulled her whole head back, keeping her lips sealed around the long, hard, drenched shaft—effectively giving a giant lick to the whole meaty member. A loud slurping smack again punctuated its release, as the head finally popped out of her mouth covered in thick saliva which oozed and dripped down the shaft and manly jewels.
“Oooooo!” she cooed between gasps. “The savory taste is well seasoned with age. I simply could not find a better sword to swallow if I looked for a thousand years!” Her eyes lit up with the burning fires of passion and her lids half closed as she softly breathed out, “Now let’s taste your nectar!”
Once more she swallowed the resolute head of his saluting sword, but this time she began to suck slowly and rhythmically while her head slid up and down the shaft in time with the suction. Her right hand still gripping the Knight’s rear began to tug in time to the beat of her head. Her left hand released his taut pearls, and gripping the base of his shaft, began to twist and slide to the sucking sounds of the Lady’s mouth. It was as though she was single-handedly playing a symphony of pleasure using the Knight's dripping shaft as her squeaky woodwind and his rear cheek as her silent bass.
With each passing suck and bob of her head, the Sylvan Maiden increased the tempo of her orchestra. As her playing rose in pitch, the Knight’s hand, still gripping the Lady’s sword, began to quiver--then to shake. The growing pressure in his loins and jewels, building all this time, were now swelling like a coming storm!
“Mmmmm!” the Elf hummed as the first drops of the Knight’s ambrosia, a precursor to his nectar, started to seep forth from the head of his sword. This taste seemed to only increase the fervor of her orchestral performance as it continued to crescendo unabated. The fully engorged sword began to quiver and throb!
Still driving the tempo ever higher, the Lady’s lips pursed tighter around her drenched wind instrument. Saliva dripped and drooled down the throbbing shaft as it mixed with the ambrosia now flowing freely out of the sword’s head into her mouth; increasing the viscosity of her mouth’s own lubricant.
Suddenly the Elf stopped her performance as the throbbing instrument, at last, gave way to the tidal wave of pressure that had been building in the family jewels. The Knight’s sticky nectar burst forth, squirting rhythmically all about the Lady’s heavenly mouth as he dropped her sword onto the grass below and started to moan!
Firmly gripping both cheeks of the Knight’s bottom and pulling them apart, she attempted to steady his convulsing loins and drive the pulsing shaft a bit deeper in her rapidly overflowing mouth. All the while she desperately tried to suck all the sticky nectar in as it sprayed forth in an attempt to avoid any leaking out.
As the Knight’s sword throbs lessened, the pressure of his squirting nectar dropped and dribbled to its conclusion. His moaning simultaneously subsided and was replaced with heavy breathing.
The Elf Maiden released her clamped hands from the Knight’s rear, her red hand marks still remaining. She maintained her locked lips around his softening shaft as she carefully sucked the last drops of nectar out of her instrument. Then slowly, timidly, slid her mouth off the Knight’s sword which drooped from the exerting performance it had just given.
The Sylvan Lady sat back on the heels of her bare feet, as her tongue bathed, swirled, and swam in the warm, sticky nectar the Knight had generously shared with her. Finally swirling most of it into one large glob much like a pastry chef might a bowl of pudding, the Elf raised her head, stared directly at the visor of the Knight’s helm with sultry eyes, and opened her mouth. His nectar on full display, it oozed off the tongue completely flooding the floor of her moist mouth while sticky tendrils, like a creature of the deep, stretched from the glob all across the roof and inner cheeks.
The Knight was both pleased and mesmerized at the sight and he watched the glob’s shape slowly melt as it pooled about her seductive mouth. His trance was broken by her lips abruptly closing to avoid any nectar escaping. With a deliberate motion, she closed her eyes and swallowed.
“Mmmm! Oh! Oooh! OH!” she cooed as she slowly lowered her head to a normal posture and opened her eyes. “Ooooooooo! That was a truly refined dessert!” Rising up on her knees again, she took his resting sword in her hand. “Clean up time,” she said cheerfully.
With that, she went to work licking all the excess fluid off the sword and pouch. The Knight noted this was entirely different from the licking she had done before. Unlike the dramatic sensual licks, these licks were quick efficient strokes merely taking away any excess her feasting had left. Still, they provided a pleasurable, sensation. In short order, his sword was glistening clean. The Elf Maiden used her finger to wipe off any trailing juices from her chin and mouth before sucking the finger clean itself.
“Mmmmmmm! Such a generous opening course,” she praised him. “Your nectar is truly glorious in taste and feel! I would choose it over any dessert the finest chefs could offer me!”
The Knight, having remained largely stoic and silent up to this point, took off his gauntlets—tossing them beside her sword. Then he removed his helm and mail coif letting them drop next to the other armor pieces lying in the grass. Turning his gaze back to the Lady, he again drank in the shapely curves of her form. However, the tunic was now mostly dry; vainly trying for a modicum of modesty as it attempted to hide her most intimate details. A smoldering fire swelled within the Knight as he longed to look unobstructed upon the Elf’s womanly charms.
Stepping close to her, he bent over putting his right calloused hand softly on her supple left shoulder, while his left gently brushed an errant hair out of her face and then continued downward to caress her right cheek.
Her skin was smooth as silk and soft as velvet. The faint scent of jasmine wafted seductively from her hair, while a potpourri of citrus fragrances delicately clung about her neck and shoulders. The Knight felt he could drift off forever if such perfume was always about.
“Thank you!” he whispered. “Never have I felt such celestial pleasure!”
As his hand stroked her cheek, the Sylvan Maiden, looked at the Knight in surprise, her cheeks blushing involuntarily. His face spoke of a man in his forties, his wavy hair showing signs of gray. But his hazel eyes and fine features reflected kindness as they passionately looked upon her. He tilted his head and leaned in to kiss her, while his right hand quietly brushed the left neck strap down off her silken shoulder. Doing so fully exposed her left buxom breast as her pink perky tip finally made good on its threat—defiantly slipping out into the open air.
The Lady playfully put a finger to the knight’s lips, “Uh, uh, uh! A lady must freshen up between main courses of such a bounteous feast.”
It was the Knight’s turn to look surprised, but only for a moment. With a hearty laugh, he quipped, “Freshen up? Then let me help you with your linens!” With that, he slipped her right neck strap off her velvet shoulder and with one motion pulled the whole tunic up through her waist chain, over her head, and then off altogether! As he released the tunic to fall lightly upon the ground around the Lady’s comely feet, he watched the shimmering cascade of golden hair as it flowed about from the sudden removal of her only garment.
Standing and straightening her tousled hair, the Sylvan Maiden retorted in feigned annoyance, “It is good to see you are joining the festivities! I was beginning to get worried I would be the only one enjoying this fine feast!”
The knight now regaled in the Elf’s fine form, in full display through the filtered sunlight. Her full round bosom, like two melons punctuated with soft pink ends centered round pert stems, softly bounced and swayed to her body’s motions. The contours of her abs and navel shifted beneath her toned, velvet skin as she fluffed out and straightened her hair. The dainty folds, like pink rose petals, draped across her garden’s entrance, beckoned and teased as they slightly parted with the opening and closing of her thighs as she undid the now useless chain about her waist—tossing it atop her strewn tunic.
The Knight noticed the Lady’s jewelry erotically enhanced her figure. Her golden hairpiece mimicked that of a swan’s wing. It sat on the right side of her head with the sapphire bedecked tips sweeping back and up into the air, while the ruby-adorned base kept her right bangs tucked to the side along her ear. Diamonds punctuated the space between tips; giving off the appearance she had sparkling, brightly colored feathers in her hair. Two small strands of pearls wrapped around her head to help hold the hair piece in place. Star-shaped topaz earrings dangled just off her velvet shoulders suspended by gold clips along the bottom lobe of her delicate, long, pointed ears. They provided a subtle ethereal quality to her alluring features, as though the stars themselves coveted her attention.
Her golden bracelets and anklets, inlaid with opals, naturally highlighted her shapely wrists and ankles as they clasped just above them. Her armbands, silver with gold inlay wrapped around the top of her upper arms, accentuating the flowing muscles as they flexed beneath her silky skin. The Elf’s necklace had three large topaz gems, marquee cut, strung out on pearls of alternating sizes. The middle one rested just above her cleavage pointing down at her navel. Thus inviting the viewer’s gaze to drift between her lusty melons and continue all the way down to her lady garden’s delicate, enticing lips. The other two were aligned to sit atop her ample breasts and contour the gaze along her delectable curves straight to her perky peaks.
Only her left leg had a thigh band. Delicate silver and gold scrollwork mimicking ivy wrapped two-thirds of the way around, slightly squishing the soft, supple skin beneath. The remaining gap was linked together with a dainty silver chain embedded with little emeralds the color of her eyes. Its presence arrested the observer’s view just a few inches below her intimacy, tempting the gaze to return. Lastly, the second toe of her right foot had a golden band of ivy encircling its base. Drawing attention to her shapely foot where her soft pink nails spoke of elegant pedicures.
The Sylvan Maiden, having primped to her satisfaction, turned and knelt at the loch’s edge. Bending over she cupped her hands and drew water from the lagoon. Raising it to her lips, she daintily sipped her drink. As she did so, the Knight got a full view of her voluminous peach bottom with her soft second lips prominently nestled in the middle. He also noticed a detail that until now had escaped him—A silver-trimmed ruby, about and inch in diameter, sat in full view just above her garden lips.
Enraptured, the Knight knelt down behind her and began to caress her silken bottom with his left hand, while his right index finger traced the edge of the ruby that protruded from her tight, pink sinkhole. “What’s this?” he gently whispered to the Elf.
“That, my gallant knight,” the Lady replied. “Is to make sure in your zeal and passion you don’t attempt to enter my secret garden and end up in my dark passage instead.”
Nodding understandingly, the Knight let his right hand wander down to her garden’s tender lips. His fingers began to gently brush and trace her intimate curves and folds. His left meanwhile, started to softly knead her shapely backside—engrossed in the sensation of feeling her velvet skin fold and wrap about his fingers. A faint murmur of pleasure slipped forth from the Elf’s lips as she closed her eyes, relishing the feeling.
“You are truly beautiful!” he whispered. “I have never seen a woman with such perfection of form, nor felt the fires of passion swell as I do now looking upon you in all your feminine glory before me!”
The Maiden’s face visibly flushed at the compliment. She quietly smiled, “Your words make me blush like a young girl! You tease too much!”
Removing his right hand from her delightful intimate folds, he let it glide along the other cheek of her silken bottom, up the velvet small of her back, beneath her long golden locks, along the graceful curve of her lat, and up over her right shapely scapula where at last it came to rest atop her toned right shoulder. It rested there but a moment, before suddenly spinning her around to a seated position!
Looking deeply into her eyes, the Knight remarked huskily, “You are no young girl, but a woman in all her splendor!” With that her emerald eyes went wide, as in a flash he drew her in by the shoulders and passionately kissed her full red lips long and deep!
Her eyes slowly closed as she submitted to his firm, strong embrace, wrapping her silken arms about his steel breastplate, and running her fingers through his fine graying hair. At length, their lips parted as they both gasped for air.
“Good sir,” she panted. “Your armor may save your life, but it chafes my tender skin. If you intend to continue with such actions, and I wish you would, I request you remove it forthwith.”
Standing immediately, the Knight quickly shed the remaining plates from his arms, letting them clank to the ground. Turning his back to her, he hastily began to unbuckle his side straps. “These I can unfasten myself, but there are a couple in the back underneath I can’t get. Normally my squire would assist me, but I left him back at camp today. Could I entreat you to aid me with them?”
The Lady, eyebrow arched, had been observing with interest his hasty conduct. His request elicited a giggle. “I guess it can’t be helped then,” she teased as she rose from her seat in the grass.
As the back plate loosened, the Elf saw the hidden straps beneath. Walking over she reached under and unfastened them. At last freed from the unforgiving breastplate, the Knight lifted it off and dropped it at his side. He then pulled his mail hauberk off, letting it sink at his feet.
Anticipation welling up inside her, the Sylvan Maiden bit her lip as she started lifting off the padded jacket and linen undergarment. The Knight complied and adjusted his arms to allow her to pull it up over his head before tossing them on the ground himself.
His broad, bare back completely exposed, the Lady’s eye noted the many scars from battles past. Pensively she reached up and let her fingers lightly trace over them. The Knight paused his strip to fully appreciate her soothing, heavenly touch.
“Do they hurt?” she inquired quietly.
“Sometimes, when the weather changes,” he admitted. “But I wouldn’t trade them if it meant missing this feeling now.”
A faint flush tinged her gentle cheeks, as the fey Maiden smiled to herself. “You are very complimentary, my gallant chevalier.”
“I only speak what my heart is feeling,” he replied.
Stepping in close the Elf embraced the Knight, her hands caressing his heavily muscled chest while pressing her buxom bosom against his bare back and letting her aroused nipples compress into his worn skin. Resting her head between his shoulders, her velvet cheek caressed his skin softly. “Then let me see if I can charm that heart,” she whispered.
This new sensation sent hot and cold tingling waves up and down his back and spine, as the Knight closed his eyes to revel in the sublime feeling. Only to have the stimulating waves shoot through his chest and navel, finally, lodging in his loins as her hands delicately slid down, down, down, till they once again came to wrap his illustrious sword and cradle his precious man purse.
Slowly she stroked his rapidly hardening shaft, her left hand gliding up only to pause at the tip before going down again. Her right, meanwhile, massaged his pliable sack and gently rolled his lustrous pearls about her palm. Her moist satin lips subtly kissed the middle of his scarred muscular back.
The Knight’s heart beat faster, and his engorged sword rose in salute while his breath grew heavier. In response the Sylvan Maiden lifted her shapely right leg, sliding her pleasing knee against his thick bare thigh, only to have her fair foot bump the mail legging still hanging about his greaves!
“Oh kill joy!” she exclaimed in pained frustration, releasing her fondling embrace as she stepped away to nurse her smarting foot.
The Knight, surprised at her sudden halt, half turned to look back. Comprehension dawned as he saw her shining tresses and marvelous melons softly sway while she crouched, rubbing her tender foot.
With swift alacrity, he unfastened and kicked off his greaves. Then he began to hop about as he struggled to pull off his mail leggings, padded breeches, and linen undergarments all at once! Their resistance to slide off the rest of the way frustrated him as he tugged harder only to lose his balance and land seated squarely on his abandoned breastplate.
“Ooooooh!” he hollered as he sat straight up in pain.
The antics having attracted the Lady’s attention, she couldn’t help herself as her lyrical laughter echoed across the lagoon. The knight seeing her mirthful face realized the absurd spectacle he had played and joined in the laughter. At length, they regained their composure, though they still grinned with each other at the folly of it all.
“I suppose that is partly my fault since in my excitement I didn’t properly strip your legs but left the job partially undone,” the Elf admitted.
“Nay, the fault is mine for being too hasty to return to you fondling embrace,” the Knight confessed.
“Well, let me help release you from your restraints,” she answered as she stood up and came over.
Grabbing the ends of his leggings she pulled them over his bare feet, while he worked and tugged his brawny calves out the other end. Upon his strapping legs regaining their freedom, the Lady unceremoniously tossed the now dangling leggings aside. Looking around she noted all their garb, much of it his fluted plate armor, haphazardly strewn about the grassy bank.
“This is no longer the most conducive location for our festival of love,” she remarked.
Without warning, she was swept up off her feet as she found herself in the sinewy arms of the Knight. “Let us move a bit further away,” he suggested, nodding over to the soft grass under a nearby tree. In response, the Elf wrapped her supple arms around her carrier’s thick neck.
“Carry on, my wayward darling!”
A few strides of his strong powerful legs, and the Sylvan Maiden found herself being gently placed on her back among the soft grass beneath the towering tree of heaven. The Knight loomed above her on all fours. Keeping her hands locked around his stout neck, she slowly closed her eyes as she gently pulled him in. Their lips met as his muscled body pressed down upon her sublime form. Squashing her wondrous bosom against his mighty chest, they began to drink in each other's intoxicating kisses.
The Knights nostrils filled with the mixed fragrance of jasmine and citrus potpourri, while his lover’s red lips tasted of the finest wine such as he had never encountered. The Elf opened her mouth wider as her tongue brushed along his lips and teeth, begging to enter. In reply, his parted and their tongues met. Gingerly they touched tips and then quickly entwined as they spiraled about each other like lovers in ecstasy. They danced into one mouth only to spiral back to the other.
All the while the Lady’s hands slid across his wide, sturdy back. Up and down, back and forth, circling and spiraling, her fingers seemingly exploring every scar, every muscle, and every inch of skin contained in its broad form. The sensation left a trail of tingling nerves beneath his skin wherever her fine fingers danced.
In conjunction, the Knight’s left hand caressed her silken right shoulder while his right slid along her undulating ribs. It continued past her shapely hip, and curved under to stroke the left cheek of her round satin bottom while its fingertips teased her delicate, intimate folds.
In response, her left leg slipped out from underneath, raised up, and wrapped its graceful calf around his thigh. Her comely foot came to rest on the back of his knee and began to drift gently up and down the contours of his leg. Her right hand simultaneously glid down past his lower back till it found his rump, and as before, latched onto it with a squeeze.
Finally, their lips parted as both panted for air. The Knight, not waiting for the return of his full air reserves, reached in and gently started to lick the Elf’s left earlobe along its edge. His tongue teased her earring—flicking it back and forth—as his nostrils gently blew warm air into her canal. Then, slipping past the clip, his tongue continued to trace her ear up to its pointed tip.
The sensation sent tingles across the Lady’s scalp and a whimper escaped her panting lips. Responding to the outcry, the Knight nipped the tip of her ear with his lips and started to softly suck on it. This sent new tingling waves crisscrossing over the crown of her head and her whimpers grew to moans as her right hand involuntarily tugged at his bottom’s cheek. Periodically the Knight would pause his suction, letting his tongue slip out to caress the contours of her upper ear. Twisting and winding, his tongue left a glistening trail as it explored every ridge and hollow within reach of her sensitive tip.
Once her ear was thoroughly soaked, the Knight released it from the shackles of his mouth, slowly pulling back his lips. A single strand of saliva, continuing to connect her ear with his mouth, stretched and strained as the two grew further apart. Finally snapping and pooling into a tiny bead on the tip of her ear.
“Even the taste of your skin, is a cornucopia of flavor—like ripe pears in autumn,” The Knight whispered in the elven ear.
“I cannot resist your touch, no matter its form,” The Sylvan Maiden blushed. “Everything you do sends chills and waves of passion throughout my body!”
In reply, the Knight began to string gentle kisses down the side of her elegant ivory neck. The Lady, closing her eyes and turning her head to allow her wooer better access, let out a small sigh of satisfaction in response to the new stimulus.
As he reached her comely collarbone, The Knight changed the direction of his stream of kisses to wander along its contour. The Elf merely cooed softly as her gentle hands pressed him into her voluptuous body. Upon reaching the end of her clavicle, his kisses again changed direction and began to wander slowly, softly, up, up the rolling hill of her generous left melon—sitting up slightly as he did so, to allow better access to her succulent fruit.
Through half-closed lids, she watched him ascend her mighty peak. His lips left a ghostly trail of fire across her skin as thousands of nerve endings lit up with hot needles that lingered long after his lips had moved on. Little whimpers and soft moans occasionally involuntarily escaped with her breath in response to the warm tingles that slowly suffused her skin. As The Knight’s lips neared the summit, they began to circle the border of her areola—sending new waves of warm prickles racing back down the mound, passing through the fiery trails his hiking lips left without extinguishing them.
Moaning anew, The Lady closed her eyes and bit the corner of her lip anticipating the moment her lover’s kisses crossed the last threshold to her summit. She did not have long to wait.
The Knight’s lips repeatedly circled her melon’s pink tip until they finally paused having completed the fourth circuit. Lingering against her lustrous skin, he gently blew air upon her naked nipple. Then without warning, pounced upon the pert stem resolutely marking the apex of her magnificent mound!
Consuming the summit, tip, and border both, the Knight’s lips locked around the pink prize—sealing it off from the outside world. Upon completely ensconcing the sensitive, delicate floret, he began to gently swirl the tip of his tongue round about her pert peak. Slowly feeling the ridges of her crest, he was shocked to find her peak’s flavor reminded him of succulent watermelon!
“Mmmhmmm!” he murmured at this unexpectedly delightful find! He increased his tongue play with gusto.
Batting the aroused stem in much the same way an errant zephyr might play with a reed, The Knight’s tongue tip flicked back and forth, up and down. Occasionally, pausing his torment of her hyper-stimulated tip, he would again roll his tongue all around the areola to savor her fruitful flavor.
With each lick, the Elf’s trapped peak would tingle in ecstasy, while tiny flashes of light played before her closed lids like faeries dancing in the night. Murmuring sighs would softly leave her lips as swells of passion started to build in her bosom.
After thoroughly licking her perky peak, the Knight began to pull and suck the coveted treasure. His right hand, meanwhile, partially wrapped the base of the magnificent melon and, with a soft squeeze, raised the peak higher. Then rhythmically clutching and releasing her bounteous breast, his fingers reveled as her soft malleable, mound bulged and folded between them in tempo with the sucking pulses of his mouth. His left hand, having leaped from its former place on the Elf’s right shoulder, immediately alighted on the stem of her twin peak. Pinching it slightly between thumb and index, he proceeded to gently roll and pull the flushed twin tip as the rest of his fingers embraced the glorious spongy mound below.
The fey Maiden lightly arched her spine as her head rolled back, while her sighs and moans, regularly eliciting from her mouth, increased their intensity. As her emotions swelled, she bit and pulled her lower lip. Alternating waves of warm tingles radiated forth from the peaks of her beautiful breasts as they cascaded and ricocheted across the curves and contours of her skin. All the while the trails of kisses continued to burn like unquenchable witch-fires! Placing both hands just below the Knight’s shoulder blades, she pressed them deep into the muscles of her lover’s back as his mouth and fingers continued their ballet on her senses.
Lost in the sensations coursing throughout her body and across her skin, the Lady was brought out of her reverie when, with a resounding smack, the Knight, at last, released her drenched pinnacle from the cave of his mouth. Saliva strands stretched profusely as they encompassed the wet stem, seemingly trying to encase it in a dripping birdcage. As the Knight’s lips drew further away, the strands elongated and stretched before finally snapping. Melding back into the profuse flowing pool covering her perky pink tip, the glistening saliva slowly flowed down her prodigious peak in ever-elongating drips like lava streams from a volcano.
The Knight’s left hand released her right stem, and caressing her wondrous melon, glided down and around to the base of her mound—clutching it as his voracious mouth descended on the new peak! Locking it away in the cavern of his tongue, he repeated his torment on this new, fresh tip, sending the Elf into all-new throes of scintillating pleasure as waves of fiery needles washed down her mountainous peak and reverberated across her bare silken skin.
At length, he released his second captive, dripping wet and glistening from its ordeal. Saliva streams poured forth from her tender peak, as his lips retreated down her right mound heading for her tone, velvet navel. Again trails of witch-fire burned their branded path across the Sylvan skin, eliciting anew whimpers and moans from her succulent mouth.
Sliding further down his lover’s body, the Knight adjusted his position to better let his lips make their final trek to their fabled destination. His fondling hands reached under her legs and up her sides, before gliding down the curves of her body to finally rest on her hips. Reaching her navel, the Knight’s wandering lips paused to let his tongue briefly plumb its depths and ridges.
The warm, wet feeling, combined with the soft wriggling of his tongue digging and rooting in her tiny navel created a ticklish sensation and the Lady quickly found herself giggling and squirming uncontrollably.
Realizing his opportunity, the Knight firmly tightened his grip on her curvaceous hips locking them in place, while he worked her navel with his tongue. Her lyrical laughter rang out across the lagoon, as she wriggled and squirmed in the vain attempt to extricate herself from the remorseless torturing tongue!
Once she was spent and gasping for air, only then did the Knight’s lips leave this oasis in the middle of her belly, having generously filed the divot with a pool of saliva, and continuing southward.
Looking down upon her lover with sultry eyes, the Sylvan Maiden bit the corner of her lip as her anticipation welled up inside. Endless waves of fiery needles coursed across the silken landscape of her comely curves, as she felt the ghostly fire of his kisses nearing her secret garden.
At last, the Knight’s lips reached the northernmost tip of her feminine intimacy. The tip of his tongue sticking out, it began to gingerly explore this revered ground. Slowly it traced the topmost ridge, a faint taste of ripe cherries tinged his taste buds. Or was it kiwi fruit? He couldn’t quite tell, but whatever it was, it was delicious! Carefully, delicately, his tongue worked its way down.
In short order, it encountered the delicate folds of her garden’s entrance. His tongue retracted to renew its lubricant before reaching down and out, gently licking a generous portion of her folded pedals.
“Magnificent!” he whispered in awe. The indescribable flavor from before burst forth as his tongue fondled a delectable delicate fold of her garden gate. The Elf released a torrent of little whimpers in response. Growing bolder, the Knight’s tongue gently slipped between the folds as it ventured up her second lips.
There, nestled amongst the folds at the top was the main source of the flavor. A delicate pink bud sat surrounded by feminine folds, like the stamen of a rose. With soft upward strokes, the Knight began to lick the hidden treasure. The taste was strong and sweet, and in his eagerness to sample the uniquely compelling flavor, he began to increase the length and tempo of each lick. As he did so, the Lady’s whimpers of ecstasy began to get stronger and more frequent, while the bud itself began to swell as its color flushed a deeper shade.
The change enthralled and tantalized the Knight. Succumbing to its siren call, he nuzzled his lips deeper into her feminine folds. Lifting the engorged bud slightly with the tip of his tongue, he gently enveloped it with his moist lips. Once secured within his mouth, he began to gingerly suck the luscious blossom. Its alluring flavor titillating his tastebuds only encouraged him to slowly increase the strength of the suction.
Her back arching like a rainbow, the Sylvan Maiden looked up at the leaves above as her whimpers changed to long seductive moans. No longer did hot needles assail her skin; now rivers of fire, rising from her impassioned tormented bud, shot straight through her blood! Her hands lying on either side of her head convulsed as they vainly tried to grip and pull the emerald grass around them. A warm glow beginning in her loins started to suffuse outward across her body.
As the Knight sucked upon her full rosy bloom, his tempo was interrupted as a drop of clear honey leaked forth from her garden path and beaded up on the tip of his bottom lip. Licking it off with his tongue the rich taste of peaches in cream tickled his palette.
“Sublime! Your garden is full of fantastic fruitful flavor!” he commended his lover.
“Don’t stop! Oh Please—DON’T STOP!” she pleaded in response.
Heeding his charge, the Knight dove back into the folds of her bountiful garden. Now his bold tongue began to explore its space in full! Sliding deep under her dainty folds, like a joyous dog his wet tongue began to rinse the whole garden in long broad strokes. Her sticky honey, seeping and beading out more, were lapped up in eager relish as the taste of her ripe peaches and fresh cream washed again and again against his fervent tongue.
At last, throwing all caution to the wind, his tongue dove deep into her tight garden path, swirling, reveling in the endless honey that coated and flowed therein. Like an explorer falling into a gold mine, the Knight’s tongue danced across the walls, the floors, and swept across her ceiling, pushing, lapping, probing, as he drank freely of its sweet sticky content.
Taunt like a bow, the Lady tilted her head far back till her arched spine was supported only by the crown of her head and her prefect peach bottom, still firmly rooted in her lover’s arms. Her mouth opened wide as her seductive moans grew louder and labored. Her very veins now alight with fire, her skin a warm glowing carpet of endless cold pricking pins.
Retracting his sticky sopping tongue from her wet passageway, the Knight’s lips entrapped her hiding blushing bud once more. Then with his mouth he began to alternate between long flat brushes and quick strong sucks, playing a concert of slurps and smacks as he tirelessly tortured his tantalizing treasure!
The Elf’s eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue now loosely flapped and bounced about her mouth while her moans grew louder and louder, All she saw were wisps and faeries dancing, darting, whirling, twirling before her eyes. Her skin was a living molten surface stabbed by needles of ice at every pore. Her veins were streams of lava burning all within. From somewhere deep inside a tidal wave of pressure was building, building as her whole frame began to twitch and stir. Then the dam broke and the Sylvan Maiden screamed in ecstasy!
Her body convulsed in spasms involuntarily, breasts bounced like swirls of pudding, waves of passion swept and flowed from her reservoir deep within. Like the waves crashing upon the shores of a topical volcano, they cooled and calmed her fires, and her total body numbed in tingling bliss. Inside her garden passage, her honey swelled and flowed bleeding out as it drained and watered the flower bed without—the Knight’s tongue greedily lapping up his prized cream.
Nor did his tongue stop till he had completely washed clean her bed, and it shone, sparkling and glistening wet in the sunlight, still flushed from the torrential rains that had passed.
The Lady, her spine having relaxed into the verdant grass below, lay with her eyes still closed, her panting lips in want of more air. The Knight straightened up a bit, and with his fingers began to gently fondle and caress the velvet skin of her garden mound and inner shapely thighs. He watched her heaving bosom as it hypnotically rose and fell in the shaded light of the tree. He knew he loved her, every inch of her, and he wanted more!
Still, he patiently waited for her to return from whatever little paradise she was resting in. Fortunately, he did not have long to wait.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned her sultry gaze upon him. “That was good, my gallant knight. Very good!” she commended him.
Rising up to a sitting position, her legs still spread providing a full view of her glistening garden, she wrapped her arms around her lover’s thick neck and broad shoulders.
“Before we pause to freshen up,” she whispered with an Impish grin. “I challenged you to a contest!” With that, she forcefully pushed him on his back!
Smiling at his bewitching Elf, the Knight returned, “A contest? What exactly did you have in mind?”
“I’ll show you,” she stated throwing her comely leg over and mounting him in reverse with her precious peach bottom, silver-rimmed ruby, and dainty lady garden, honey glistening at its seam, facing him.
At the gorgeous sight, he reached up, gliding his hands along her round silky rump, and proceeded to gently start kneading the luscious cheeks like a cat. “Oh ho! I think I like this contest already!”
“I’m sure you do!” The Sylvan Maiden purred. “Now these are the rules. Once you start, you are not allowed to stop until the other has ascended. The contest is to see if you can get me to ascension before I get you there.”
“I think you have an advantage,” the Knight claimed. “Still, I’ll not turn from such a contest!” He now smiled mischievously. “What will you give me if I win?”
“I suppose a contest must have a prize,” she said in mock disdain. “Very well, if you win, you may command me to perform any act of your choosing. Conversely, you must submit to my request if I am victor."
“Agreed!” The Knight nodded heartily. “That is a prize worthy of this contest!” Then whispering almost to himself he added, “Anything with you is the greatest prize of all.”
Her long, pointed ears hearing everything, she flushed and smiled as she gently picked up his long sword in her right hand. She brushed back her left bangs over her ear, as she lowered her head till her mouth, salivating expectantly, hovered above the illustrious tip.
Using his index fingers, the Knight parted her velvet garden folds, letting the flower bed shine openly in the sunlight. Her passage still trickling honey, he leaned in close lightly blowing against its brilliant pink floor.
As if that was the signal, The Elf inhaled his sword’s head. Her tongue immediately began its swirling dance, licked and polished his top anew. Her right hand vigorously pumped his shaft, as her left rolled and massaged his man purse.
Simultaneously the Knight thrust his tongue deep into her still honey-laden garden passage. It lapped and mapped her cavern walls, while placing her pink bud between his thumbs he gently rubbed and stroked its precious tip.
Switching tactics, the Lady began to suck her tasty meat sword, timing it in rhythm to her pumping, and now twisting hand. For his part, the Knight decided to try his own new stratagem.
Retracting his tongue from her garden path, he once again captured her bud in the prison of his mouth. Then while his tongue began to give her rapidly swelling bloom a lashing, he released his left hand from keeping part of her delicate folds back, and using his first and second fingers, plunged them deep into her garden passage.
A little startled chirp from his lover informed him she wasn’t expecting that, but the vibrating from her throat on his rapidly tightening sword as she purred, told him she found the sensation pleasurable. With the tips of his penetrating fingers, he began to rub, tap, and press about her passage, combing the walls to see if anything else would elicit a reaction. Soon enough one did.
Finding a slightly softer, spongy section of her passage wall, pressing on it made his lover unintentionally pause as she openly lifted her head and moaned. The Knight smiled to himself, as he thought here might be his secret weapon for the contest. By how tight his pearls were feeling he knew much more and the contest would surely be lost.
Alternating their timing between tapping the secret spot, and sucking on her now fully engorged bloom, the Knight attacked with zeal trying to sprint to the race’s conclusion.
The Elf, not expecting this constant alternating stimulation, again lifted her head as she moaned repeatedly. Her skin was on fire, and her dam was rapidly building. Soon there would be no holding it back! Trying to focus her mind, she resorted to her trump card to try and gain the lead again.
Swallowing his meat sword whole all the way to the base of his loins, she purred long and deep. The vibrations of her throat massaging the whole meaty member at once. She felt his shaft pulsing and throbbing, and retracted her mouth till it only stored his tip as she waited expectantly in triumph. Then her dam broke!
“Aaaaahhnnn!” she moaned loudly. Her hips and thighs shook uncontrollably as her garden passageway overflowed, honey pouring out. Her lover’s moaning started but an instant later as his member, still in her hand, began to spray his coveted nectar—the first one hitting her chin, and dribbling down her neck.
The sword sprayed again and again shooting in the air like a fountain, drenching her neck in its warm sticky streams. The sensation on her neck finally registering, she dove on the head in an attempt to collect the remaining nectar before the sword sank in spent exertion.
The next few minutes for the couple were consumed drinking their favored desserts, and licking clean their companions’ spent love toy. Once both sword and garden again shone glistening clean from the fastidious tongues, then did the Elf climb off the Knight. She labored with her hand to wipe the nectar off her elegant neck and return it to her mouth by sucking her own fingers.
The Knight watched her work with rapt attention, a deep sense of satisfaction swelling within his bosom—that she truly seemed to enjoy, nay revel in his nectar.
At length, satisfied she could do no more with her hands, she sighed. “You won,” she stated simply.
“It was a tie,” the Knight returned.
She shook her head. “No, it was not. It was close, but your mining fingers waylaid my plans. You may claim your prize after I freshen up.”
With that, she stood up and returned to the water’s edge, where kneeling down and bending over she splashed water on her neck bathing it fully clean.
The Knight, himself thirsty after indulging in so much of her peaches and cream, strode over to sit down beside her. Cupping his hands he drank from its cool depths.
Having finished bathing her neck, her bust sparkling like diamonds from the water droplets, the Lady too drew a drink from the lagoon.
[To be continued in part 2]
