Harlen nodded smiling. âIt will forever be in my mind.â He replied.
She held the plump fruit over her breasts and squeezed, it ruptured, spilling pulp and juice over her small, round tits, coating them with sticky pieces of plum.
Harlen grinned even more widely and lowered his head to her. Taking one breast into his mouth, he sucked gently at first, then more forcefully.
Hyandai moaned in response, tilting her head back and letting herself lie flat upon the table under him.
His tongue explored the round lobe, then moved over the cleavage between them, lapping up the sweet nectar from the plum. The taste was divine, the tangy sweetness of plum mixed with a heady dose of cinnamon spicing. Her fingers twined into his hair as his lips and tongue moved over her chest and onto the other breast, circling that pink, hard nipple several times before finally reaching it and sucking upon it while flicking his tongue over the button at the tip.
It took a good while for him to stop tasting plum upon her skin, and only then did he raise his upper body back up and look into her eyes, they were again bronze, rather than her normal golden.
She held up another plum, and once again, squeezed it, this time over her stomach. Harlen leaned back to watch her as her hand progressed downward, dripping great dollops of pulp and juice upon herself, down, and over the folds of her entrance. She lowered that hand and rubbed the fruit itself upon her exposed clit and even around the thickening lips that closed her slit.
Harlenâs eyes flashed eagerly as she pulled back that hand and began to lick the juice from her fingers. He dove down and began lapping at her stomach gently, kissing and slurping the messy bits of fruit from her skin. Her fingers once again crawled over his scalp, gently pulling his hair.
He moved inexorably downward over the smooth skin of her belly, then over the raised pubic mound. Finally, his tongue arrived at her flavored clitoris, and he sucked and lapped at it enthusiastically.
Hyandai gasped and her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling almost painfully. Her moans became more pronounced as he flicked his tongue over the clit between long slow movements over her entrance and over the lips that surrounded it. The taste of plum and cinnamon was driving him onward, and his throbbing erection was a constant reminder of his own excitement.
Before he tasted the last of the plum, Hyandai reached down with another piece of fruit, a kiwi, and Harlen backed off slightly, and watched as she squeezed the tart green juice over herself. His excitement grew as she did this, she then gripped the fruit and slowly, smashed the remainder of the kiwi against her swollen labia and clitoris, reducing the meat of the kiwi into a slimy mess.
Hyandai, once again, brought her hand up to her mouth and began cleaning it. She also touched Harlenâs cheek with her free hand, encouraging him.
He needed little encouragement, and happily began lapping at her clitoris and around it. The tart of the kiwi added another layer of delight to her taste, giving him a blissful mix of textures, flavors, and responses from her as he cleaned the fruit off of her.
Harlen lapped more enthusiastically and wrapped his fingers around her buttocks and drove the tips of his digits into the crack of her ass. One finger pushed against her tight anus, it found the fruit juice to be quite adequate lubrication and slid into her, causing her to inhale deeply as one knuckle after another slid up her backside.
He pushed forward with his intruding finger she gasped as he began working it in and out slowly as he continued his ministrations to her clit and opening. She groaned as he pushed his finger deeply while she was thrusting, attempting to push up into his mouth and back into the finger at the same time.
"Please take me." Hyandai said, touching his hair and pulling upward gently.
Rising from her he moved his lower body up to her, also pulling his finger slowly from her rump. The table was just the right height, and he pressed his swollen cock against her lips. Pushing gently, he slipped into her, spreading her open as he entered her while her hands came down and gripped his arms.
She used her leverage against his braced arms to pull herself downward upon his organ, forcing it deeper. She looked up at him, and smiled almost angelically.
Harlen began thrusting into her, using more and more force with each few strokes and pulling more earnestly with his hands upon her hips. Soon, he was pounding his cock into her tight opening with her matching each push with a upward motion of her own hips.
Long moments of this passed, with Harlen and Hyandai both growing more frantic and louder. Finally, Hyandai screamed out, arching her back and tilting her head back as she lifted herself off the table and only touched at his pelvis, her rump, upon the table, and the back of her head.
She relaxed after a moment of this, gasping, and moving her hands over Harlenâs arms.
Harlenâs thrusts now became more insistent, then he grunted deep down in his chest, his hips locking as he pushed into her one last time. His cock twitched as he shot his semen into her. She tightened herself upon the base of his pole, encouraging him to spill his seed freely. âGive to me, beloved.â She said quietly, her eyes now glowing a bright green. He pulled back and sunk himself into her a few more times, loving the silky warmth that engulfed him and the tight contractions she was forcing around his shaft.
He pulled his spent pole from her, it slid forth slowly and she clamped down on it as he moved out. She let out a deep sigh as he finally pulled the still swollen head forth and her body fully relaxed.
Harlenâs face was a mask of pleasure for a moment, then it slowly changed to one of confusion. âWerenât you 'indisposed'?â He asked, finally realizing what had been somewhat bothering him.
âIt has passed.â Hyandai confirmed, and nodded.
He helped Hyandai sit up, and he smiled. âThen we have a few days before we need to worry about you conceiving.â He said.
Hyandai blinked a couple of times. âWhat?â She asked.
âArenât women more likely to become pregnant right before their, well, monthlies?â Harlen asked.
Hyandai looked at him, then giggled. âHardly.â She said. âI do not know about human womenâs cycle, but elves are most fertile immediately following their estrus.â
It was Harlenâs turn to blink. âAs in . . ..â He prompted.
âNow.â Hyandai supplied helpfully.
She then broke into peals of giggling as he blinked a few more times. Slowly, a small grin moved his lips upward.
âAnd you donât mind the risk?â Harlen asked.
Hyandai sat up. âWhat risk?â She asked in response. âI have taken no risk.â She leaned up and kissed him. âI am more than ready to bear your child, if the Spirits deem it is time.â
âBut doesnât that sort of get in the way of the year and a day?â He asked, still rather startled.
She shook her head. âNo.â She responded easily. âI am only insisting, now, on the year and a day, because it is the way it is done.â A broad smile graced her lovely face. âI would willingly wed you today, if it were permissible.â
A flush of gladness suffused Harlenâs features and she could see him puffing up with pleasure. This gladdened her greatly, that he desired her equally as a lifelong mate.
âI cannot wait for the year to end then.â Harlen said, kissing her neck.
She rose and dressed, though she seemed to not wish to. It had been sheer luck that Trevir had not come down from the guest room upstairs. Harlen also pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.
They both looked guiltily at the doorway as they heard Trevirâs voice from upstairs. âIâm not coming unless you two rabbits are done!â
Harlen coughed quietly and looked sheepishly at Hyandai. She tilted her head slightly in consideration, then said. âWe are quite finished, Trevir.â She looked over at Harlen and shrugged. âIt is not like he did not know, hmm?â She asked.
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