Among the Elves (GoldenGateSon x Wingshadow)

As she ground against him, his hands grasping her rear pulled aroused murmurs from Arielle's lips. She sighed and gasped, her own body primed and ready to accept him and his inevitable release. She had to train him more, however, direct him to complete the task laid out before him of his own accord rather than taking it upon herself to do so, no matter how tempting it might be to do otherwise. It had been some time since she had experienced such intense sensations, her body trembling with anticipation, burning for him passionately. "Yes... Focus on that," Arielle's voice flowed like gentle stream waters amid the roaring passion surrounding both their intertwined bodies, "Let it build within you... If you want more, all you have to do is put it in... Put it in, right here." She pulled herself up a bit further, teasing his tip by brushing her folds across his head but without pushing down, without taking him in even a centimeter into her wet and ready sex.

When he took hold of her nipple, she moaned softly, her chest heaving with each breath as her left hand wrapped around his head, holding him in place at her breast. "Yes," she nodded, even though it was difficult for him to see the gesture given their current positioning, "Elves lactate since their first pregnancy and throughout the rest of their lives. Feel free to drink some if you so wish." Arielle had no child of nursing age, so the milk instead went to the benefit of the village, of which Steven would soon be a part. There would be time enough to explain it on a later date, as currently she had her mind full of other thoughts.

When Steven began to move as well, she matched his pace, her breaths deepening as she maintained her motions. She could feel her inner walls throb with eagerness and desire, the desire to be filled. He certainly had the length and size to do so quite splendidly, if her own judgement was any measure to rule by. Again and again they melded their bodies together, a thin sheen of sweat glistening from their exposed skin from the mutual exertion.

Steven’s inexperience at this point was working against him slightly, as even the mere sensation of having Arielle’s wet folds teasing and gliding along his thick shaft was making it difficult for him to think clearly. Though the young teen could have very easily taken his aunt at any point, he was too wrapped up in the pleasure that he was feeling in the moment. That sensation was only compounded as he felt Arielle rise up even further before teasing the bulbous head of his cock against her wet opening. Not only did her feminine juices now coat the tip of his throbbing rod, so too did his own smear across her lower lips. This exchange caused Steven to moan out in pleasure yet again.

As Arielle answered his question, telling him that what he had ingested had indeed been milk, Steven simply accepted it without further thought or explanation. At the moment, he was far too preoccupied with more pressing matters than to question another facet of their way of life. However, he did accept her offer to drink more, and leaning in, he once more latched onto one of his aunt’s nipples and began to suck, gently but firmly, enough to get a steady stream of delicious milk flowing into his mouth. As he leaned up and closer towards her body to do this, and given how much Arielle had raised herself, Steven felt his body begin to lean forward on its own. His hands reluctantly released Arielle’s juicy cheeks to so that he could wrap his arms around her, supporting her as they slowly fell back onto the soft ground of the center of their home.

Steven now found himself not only on top of his aunt but also between her spread legs. Feeling her luscious thighs flanking his hips sent shivers down his spine, and the young boy was forced to release her nipple from his mouth as he moved higher up to look her in the eyes. In this position, his cock was pressed firmly to her slit, and as they had done before while sitting facing each other, he once more began to roll his hips, drawing great arcs back and forth to allow every inch of his shaft and smooth head to glide over Arielle’s wet folds and over her sensitive nub. This coated his impressive manhood with yet more of her overflowing juices, matting both of their pubic hairs as their naked bodies were glistening with sweat.

It was then that Steven leaned down again to kiss his aunt, his tongue more aggressive this time as he explored her mouth to find hers. Meanwhile, his hands slide down her slim waist before reaching the swell of her hips, which he then grabbed firmly for leverage as he settled atop her mature body, his chest pressing firmly against her full, supple breasts. All the while, his hips continued their steady motion, but before long, Steven’s desire could not longer be contained by his shyness. His hips began to move faster and faster until on one push forward, they had angled down too low, or rather low enough, such that his smooth, bulbous head caught between Arielle’s moist lips, eliciting a groan from the young boy which was muffled by his aunt’s mouth as they kissed. No longer fearing what was to come, Steven continued onward, groaning all the while as his massive cock spread Arielle’s lips and walls apart to make room for itself. Inch by inch he pushed in, steadily onward until finally, Steven felt his narrow hips meet the wider hips of his aunt, letting both of them know that he had bottomed out inside of her. Not only that, but Steven felt a pressure against the tip of his rod, and though he did not know it, his cock had reached the deepest parts of his aunt, pressing up firmly against her cervix, the door to her womb.

Arielle could sense the shift within him, taking heed to her guiding motions and his own subconcious even as he leaned in to capture her breast in his lips. She followed his lead, leaning back even as he pushed forward, the sensation of his hands upon her a welcome promise of what would follow. She urged him forward, her thighs pressing against him insistantly, yet never moving to guide him into place or insert him on her own. He would find his own pace, his own manner of accepting her. This itself served as an important part of the ritual, one of the most basic yet essential components of their way of life.

Almost as quickly as he had accomplished this, he resumed his motions, the meeting of their bodies, the stirring of her very soul, obtaining a reward in itself. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in tightly, cradling his head against her bountiful bosom even as she caressed his sweat-soaked locks. She gazed up at him wordlessly, eyes gleaming, shimmering with affection and smoldering heat. Yet, even this position did not satisfy him, nor did it sate the desire he had kindled within her. He moved up, taking hold of her hips, claiming her lips once more. Her throat rumbled with a pleasured murmur, lips meeting lips even as he positioned himself, entering her of his own accord. Her inner walls clenched around him, tightly clinging to the impressive girth he sported, even as he slid into place, fitting her and filling her perfectly. Her cervix kissed his tip, a longing tightness taking hold of her that she did not fully comprehend.

"Good..." Arielle purred, "Now keep going until you finish... Finish inside me." She rolled her hips, the opening to her womb brushing across his tip in the process as she urged him to move, to satisfy himself with the sweet pleasures of her body. Her hands rested on his sides, firmly enough to hold him yet not so tightly as to restrict movement or speed.

Steven groaned in pleasure as he was overwhelmed by the sensations of his first woman. Every single part of Arielle’s body from her breasts to her thighs felt exquisite to him, not least of which of course was the hot, wet channel of her womanhood which clenched and massaged his rod. “Ungh… You-you feel so good, Aunt Arielle,” the young boy groaned in pleasure into her ear, having placed his head next to hers with his chin resting upon her shoulder as their bodies intertwined. His hips were moving of their own accord with little effort from him, and so he needed to instruction from his aunt to continue moving. However, being a naive boy from a repressed human village, Steven had no idea what Arielle meant when she told him to keep going until he finished.

“Y-Yes, I will,” he responded between heavy breaths and pleasured moans, regardless of whether he understood what his aunt had meant. Instinctively, Steven pressed his lips to Arielle’s neck, kissing and nibbling at it as his hips continued to pump away. His movements were slow to start, but with each push forward, they grew faster and stronger. Soon, the sounds of his heavy breathing and groans of pleasure were joined by the wet slopping sounds of his rod plunging in and out of Arielle’s channel. Not only that, but the sounds of the boy’s hips slapping audibly against the wider hips of his relative also filled the room.

As one might expect with any boy’s first time, Steven would not last very long. As the hot, wet grip of Arielle’s sex milked his rigid rod while her ample bosom cushioned his chest, the boy began to feel a tingling in his balls that he had not felt before, and a strange sensation began to ride through his manhood. “Aunt Arielle,” he groaned as he nibbled at ear. “I feel… I feel… ungh!” Unable to even finish his sentence, Steven’s hands once more found his aunt’s wide hips, and grabbing hold of them tightly, he threw his entire body behind one final thrust forward. With a loud smack of their hips, he plunged his pulsing cock as deeply within his aunt as he could, the bulbous head once more pressing against the door to her womb.

His orgasm rocked through him as his entire body tensed, and after an initial throb, his cock began to spew hot, thick ropes of virile seed deep within Arielle. It was a copious amount, impressive for one so young as the white fluid filled Steven’s aunt completely, flooding into a large pool at the back of her womanhood where it collected. He came and came, each pulse of meat sending forth another stream of sperm into his mate, and were it not for the tight seal formed by his large girth and her narrow opening, all of his seed would have been gushing out of his aunt. After several long moments of intense pleasure, Steven’s very orgasm began to subside, though his body still twitched from time to time as he settled back down comfortably onto his aunt’s bosom. His grip on Arielle’s hips loosened, and his hands instead moved to gently caressing her naked thighs and her sides as he breathed heavily. He now knew what she had meant by “finishing” inside of her.