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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.
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.