"Hi Geralt"
The aged farmer halted his movements, his thick pitchfork wielding arms pausing for a moment shoveling the hay into the boxes of his barn. Night was about to fall, and that meant he had to bring in his horses soon. For now, though he shifted his bulk and looked at the origin of that sweet voice. As expected Yaiil, that lovely Elven lass, was standing in the aisle, her figure framed by the sunlight shining in through the main door.
"Hey, Yaiil. What brings you here?" he greeted her friendly, resting his aching back by leaning on his tool for a moment. Oh fleeting youth, how are you missed.
"That beast that culled the herds all around the village. You've herad of it, I am sure." Oh yes, he was. He had lost two sheep himself to it. She pointed to the black bundle tucked under her left arm, which upon close inspection turned out to be fresh fur. "I got it, finally. Now I am heading back to the village, and since your farm was on the way ..."
Geralt grinned. That girl looked so frail and lovely, and one would not believe how deadly she was with that big sword strapped across her back. But he knew better, knew that old Ognar had trained her well. He actually knew her very well, also.
"... you thought you could get some of my cock ?" His grin was heartfelt, but not derisive. Yaiil merely nodded, her lips pressed together ans she apparently suppressed a little blush. Even now, after all these times. He had no idea why out of all the guys in the village the girl had picked him to fuck with, but neither did he care. Things were as they were, and he was happy about that.
"Why aren't you a good girl and get naked while I finish this here?" Without waiting for her reaction he turned back to his chore, the pitchfork soon in full swing again, but he could hear the telltale sounds of leather straps being undone and clothing being discarded. And when he was finally done and turned back to her, she still stood in the same spot, but her sword now leaned against one of the support beams, all her garments were neatly folded uderneath and the blond Elven beauty was stark naked, massive jugs and hairless groin included. And how sweet she looked as she stood there with her hands folded in front of her. "Comve over here" he waved her towards him "an old man can't walk as much..."
Obediently Yaiil followed, and three steps brought her within half a yard of the man. Geralt was a well off farmer as evidenced by the healthy gut spanning his shirt and his clean shaven face. Soon, though, her attention was captivate elsewhere. Without warning he had raised his hands and hefted both of her fat udders. They were not only astonishingly big, but also very sensitive, and like every time before his kneading and groping sent plesant shivers down her spine, the occasional gasp escaping her lips. For half a minute he treated her so as Yaiil stood there passively, her breasts filled with a suffusing stimulating warmth as she felt her moisture accumulating between her legs. Then the man stopped, and his left hand came to rest on her shoulder, urging her downwards with gentle pressure.
Yaiil obeyed, her knees bending until they came to rest on the sandy ground, and once she had settled her firm behind on her haunches Geralt's hand shifted from her shoulder to the back of her head where it grabbed the base of her single braid. Meanwhile his other hand undid the latch of his pants and brought out his member, already rigid and ready and dripping precum. Gripping the shaft he briefly tapped the elf girls cheek with his tip before pointing it straight at her lips. Her mouth opened, and soon her head was bobbing up and down on his length, his hand in her hair dictating her rhythm as her own hands rested inactively in her lap. Now it was the old man's turn to groan in satisfaction.
"I ... want to fill ... your other hole..." he finally brought forth under heavy panting, pulling her back, his manhood plopping free of her mouth, now glistening with saliva. "See that hay bale over there?" His chin jerked to the right "Get on top of it, will you?" His knees were giving him problems as of late, but thankfully Yaiil liked the sort of position that would allow him to stand upright.
Graceful ike an antelope she rose back to her feet, gave him a wink, and then, with a demonstrative swa of her hips, sauntered over, climbing atop the bale such that her knees rested close to the edge, spread lower thighs sticking out over it and most of her upper body rested on her elbows. By the time she had made herself comfortable on all fours Geralt was already behind her, and immediately his left hand gripped her hip as his right hand guided his manhood towards her entrance. Through his tip he sensed how wet she already was, and so he did not dally an longer, driving forward with a powerful jerk of her hips, impaling his rod into her in one go. Yaiil's lustful groan filled the barn.
After holding himself inside her for a few seconds to savor the tight confines of her vagina wrapping itself around his engorged shaft the farmer's right hand found its way to her hips as well, and he began his rhythm of slow, powerful thrusts. Occasionally one of his hands crept forward, his fingers digging into one of the heavy udders swaying beneath her chest, but for most of the time they formed a firm hold around her slender hips.
The lovely elf greatly enjoyed this crude primal rutting, and she made no effort to conceal her approval, especially since she knew how much the man behind her enjoyed her liud moans. It was a good thing, then, that the Flint farm was far from the village and she could let go completely. For minutes their sighs and grunts and groans and the slapping of his hips against her bare buttocks were the only sound in the barn, until eventually Yaiil tensed, and Geralt felt the familiar clamping down around his meaty lance as the girl before him grew tense. She had reached her climax.
Being gripped so forcefully the old farmer did not take much longer, and half a dozen strokes later he drove himself into her fully and held himself there as his seed started to shoot into her womb, painting her insides spurt for spurt until he was spent.
A deep, satisfied sigh, and a gentle slap descended on her right buttock as he finally withdrew, a thin trail of various fluids hanging between his tip and her vagina for a few moments. As he did the elf girl slumped forward on the hay bale, resting limply on it after her orgamsn. "If you weren't such a great warrior, you'd make a lovely house wife" he commented in good humor. Well, she had cooked for him once. Naked. The food had been so so, but at that moment he had not cared in the least. The dessert had been grand. Lately he was entertaining thoughts about watching as she let one of his neighbors fuck her, but so far he had not voiced these, and neither did he today.
As he tucked his softening penis away and moved to retrieve his pitchfork again, Yaiil finally rose and turned to retrieve her belongings. She was getting dressed, a sign she was about to leave. "You won't stay overnight?" She shook her head as she pulled up her pants "No, mom and dad are expecting me for dinner."
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