Partners, Ch. 3

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Partners: Chapter 3 

Silence hung over the room for what seemed like an eternity. Gordon simply blinked and stared, stunned by the confession as Elirel swallowed, nervously. “And now I’m just hoping this wasn’t a huge mistake and that I haven’t just ruined everything and-” She began to babble, words pouring out of her in a jumbled stream, faster and faster, until she was abruptly cut off. A long, well-muscled arm emerged from beneath the sheets, suddenly reaching out and hooking the petite elf around the back of the neck and yanking her forward suddenly. She tumbled over, falling onto the bed on top of Gordon, the smiling red-haired warrior pulling her face down to his. Their lips met with an electric jolt, it was like years of pent-up tension were released in an instant, crackling between them as the connection finally closed. The little elf went board-stiff, her eyes wide with surprise, then slowly melted, her tension slipping away as the human’s powerful limbs wrapped around her in a warm embrace.



The kiss lingered for what seemed like an eternity, a slow dance that grew more and more intense as their lips explored each other, tasting one another for the first time. But all good things must come to an end, and eventually, the two came apart. Elirel’s eyelids fluttered open in a daze, a dreamy smile on her still-tingling lips. “...Wow.” she breathed. A flicker of worry suddenly crossed her face, and she raised her head a bit, looking down at Gordon with concern. “That means… that means you like me too, right?” She implored.

Gordon blinked with surprise, then his face split into a broad, playful grin. “Now who’s the dense one?” He asked with a chuckle, only to suddenly wince as a sharp elbow dug into his ribs. “Ah! Fine, yes!” He replied, hastily, then looked up into her eyes, still smiling. “Yes, it certainly does.”

Elirel’s heart was pounding with excitement, even as she tried to hold it back. “Are… Are you sure? I... I know this is sudden, and I don’t… I don’t want you to lie to spare my feelings. I don’t want a yes if it’s going to be a no later...”

Gordon craned his neck up, silencing her with a slow, tender kiss, brushing aside her offered way out as she melted in his arms a second time. When the kiss finally broke with a soft smack, he sank back down to the pillow, thumb slowly tracing circles on the nape of her neck as he held her softly against his chest. “It’s still new, yeah. I didn’t know how I felt at first. I was a little worried that knowing you were a girl meant I was going to try to protect you and end up throwing myself into danger. But then I realized, I do stupid stuff like that all the time. It’s pretty much what I do. And I wouldn’t do it for somebody I didn’t like. I… I know I like you. I don’t know if it’s love, yet. But, I mean, my oldest brother doesn’t even like his wife, so I figure, if I’m gonna be with somebody, who better than my best friend?” He smiled, warmly, looking down at her. “And it certainly doesn’t hurt that you’re a sexy little minx.” He added, his smile turning playful.

Elirel chuckled, dryly, rolling her eyes. “Oh, yeah, I’m clearly blindingly beautiful. So blindingly, in fact, you can’t even tell I’m a girl.” She quipped, sardonically, only to suddenly gasp in surprise when Gordon delivered a sharp smack to her tight little backside.

“Now, I’ll hear no talk like that, missy.” He warned, mock-sternly, before suddenly rolling the two of them over, casting the sheets aside in the process. He loomed over her on all fours, wearing nothing but his sleeping trunks and a wolfish grin, his eyes roaming her tight, toned body, drinking in the view carefully. He nodded, sagely, a moment later, as though he’d figured it all out. “Yep. I can say with absolute certainty that you, my lovely little elf, are, in fact, incredibly sexy.”

Elirel rolled her eyes again. “Oh, can’t you be serious for one minute?” She asked, exasperated.

Gordon chuckled. “Thirty seconds is just about my limit.” He replied. “But I am serious when it comes to your incredible sexiness.” He added, still grinning, before slowly sinking down until he pressed his lips to Elirel’s once again. Electricity danced between them once again as they kissed for a long moment, slowly, tenderly, before once again parting with a soft smack. Their eyes opened at the same moment, his emerald eyes looking deep into her sapphire pools. “Seriously… I think you’re absolutely beautiful. Every inch of you.” He breathed, softly.

There was a moment of stillness as the two looked into each other’s eyes. They were afraid, though neither would admit it. Afraid of making the wrong move, and unsure as to which one would be the right one, the moment grinding to a halt as the two lingered, paralyzed by their uncertainty. Elirel swallowed, her mouth dry, gathering her courage to make the first move. A delicate hand rose, trembling faintly, up to the granite muscle of Gordon’s chest, her slender brown fingers splaying out across the pale slab of muscle. “I… I think you’re sexy, too…” She confessed, fingertips roaming his chest, her eyes flicking off to once side. Her cheeks were burning, even if the blush wasn’t visible.

Gordon swallowed in turn, muscles firming up beneath Elirel’s fingers. She was touching him, she thought he was sexy… That meant it was okay, right? Okay to… to touch her? Kissing was one thing, and a playful spank was a step further, but the next step… it just seemed so much more… serious, somehow. He shifted his weight to one arm, lifting the other hand from the bed, only to pause, uncertain. Where was he supposed to touch? He’d already made the move, he had to follow through, but he had no idea where to send his hand. His heart thundered in his chest as he brought the hand closer and closer to her supple body. He didn’t want to be too forward, but he didn’t want to touch somewhere weird, either. What if she realized he didn’t know what he was doing? He was the man, he was supposed to take the lead! With his hand just inches from her supple waist, a surge of panic gripped him and he froze, beads of sweat forming on his brow.

Elirel raised her free hand, delicate fingers tracing Gordon’s smooth-shaven jawline before gently cupping his cheek, steering his gaze to meet hers. She looked deep into his eyes for a moment, seeing the panic there, feeling his heart pounding against her fingertips. “Hey.” She spoke, her voice soft and soothing, sounding much calmer than she felt as she repeated the advice she’d gotten at her first fertility festival. “Just relax. Breathe. It’s alright. Everything’s fine. Don’t think about it. Don’t worry about doing the right thing, or trying to impress anybody. Just… feel. Do what feels right, what feels good. You know what to do. Don’t fight it.” She coached with a reassuring smile, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on his chest.

Gordon closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, his rugged body visibly relaxed as he let the air out with a deep sigh. When his eyes opened again, the fear in them was gone, at least, most of it. His hovering hand came down, his palm on the side of her tiny waist, thumb exploring her sculpted abs as his fingers curled around her, his large hand wrapping nearly halfway around her. She was so warm, so soft, so… small… He let his feelings guide him, his hand moving up her side, thumb dipping into the valleys of her toned tummy. She may be small, but by no means was she fragile. There was a lot of woman in this little package.  His hand continued moving up her side onto her ribs, pausing for a moment to linger over her star-shaped scar, before coming up to the gentle swell of one firm, shapely breast. He stared, almost in a trance, as his fingers circled the supple mound, exploring the soft flesh, gently cupping and squeezing the palm-sized peak, his fingers slowly closing in on the dark, pebble-hard nipple at it’s peak, giving it an experimental squeeze.

Elirel bit her lip as Gordon explored her body, his touch firm yet gentle, eager yet tender, curious and affectionate at the same time. It was delightful, even when he wasn’t touching her sensitive spots. When he teased her breast, she squirmed, and when his fingers found her nipple, she let out a gasp. She’d forgotten just how intense the sensations of being touched were. He froze when she made a sound, his eyes snapping up to meet hers, fearful he’d hurt her, but she shook her head, smiling reassuringly. Her fingers caressed his cheek gently as she pulled his hand from his face and let it come down to rest on his exploring hand, her delicate dark digits curling around his blunt pale ones. Wordlessly, she guided his fingers to pinch again, harder this time, biting her lip in anticipation. She was rewarded with another surge of intense sensation, even stronger than last time, a sharp pleasure undercut by a dull ache, her voice escaping in a pleasured hum.

Under Elirel’s guidance, Gordon’s inexperienced fingers drew surges of pleasure from her supple elven body, each touch rewarded with a soft purr of pleasure or hum of encouragement. Her own free hand was busily exploring the expanse of rugged human muscle that loomed over her prone form, delicate fingers dancing through the ridges and valleys of his granite chest and abs. Even relaxed, his body was so hard… she could feel the power sleeping in those slabs of muscle. She hated to admit it, but he may have had a point about elven men being… elven. She couldn’t even imagine an elf male this large, this strong, this rugged, this… manly. She let out another soft purr as he tugged at her nipple, his powerful frame hanging over her, her hand roaming further and further down his abs by the second.

Gordon was lost in a trance, completely absorbed by his newfound playthings, the hypnotic mounds of Elirel’s shapely chest. It took a sudden tug on the drawstring of his sleeping trunks to snap him out of it, one bold finger of her curious hand having slipped between the string and his abs. He blinked, then blushed with embarrassment, partially at the realization that it was only fair he strip too, partially at the fact that he hadn’t realized that until now, and partially at the looming prospect of getting naked in front of her one again. Somehow, the fact that she’d already seen him naked wasn’t much of a comfort. Reluctantly, his hand came away from her breast and descended to his waist, yanking at the knot until it came apart. He began to work the trunks down, her hand coming to aid his after a moment of awkward shifting failed to get them down far enough. After another moment, he gave up on the uncooperative position and fell to the side, rolling to his back to pull them off entirely.

Elirel sat up as Gordon rolled off her, biting her lip with anticipation as the trunks came away to reveal the serpentine shaft that had been lurking in the back of her mind all night. Her eyes widened as reality far exceeded her expectations. The swinging, flaccid shaft she remembered was nothing compared to the thick steely rod laying on his abs. She leaned in closer, her eyes drinking it in. It looked simply massive. It had to be almost as long as her forearm, and the flared mushroom crown looked thicker than her wrist. The gleaming tip throbbed an angry red-purple, and it’s length was marbled with bulging, winding blue veins. She felt drawn to it, shifting her legs around to bring her face close as she planted a forearm on his abs for support, half-crawling onto his prone body as her free hand reached for the shaft before her. The beastly cock gave a sudden lurch, bouncing into the air for a moment, and she gasped, her hand recoiling as though it had snapped at her. She redoubled her resolve, and reached out once more, until her slender fingers finally wrapped around the pale rod, so thick her fingers couldn’t quite close around its girth . It was so hard, so hot… she thought it might burn her hand.

Gordon could only watch as Elirel stared at his shaft, slowly drawing closer and closer, pulled toward it inexorably, leaving him unsure of what to do. That is, until she climbed on top of him, the movement inadvertently raising her tight ass into the air, presenting him with her shapely thighs and the glistening jewel between them. He hesitated for just a moment, gripped by doubt, before her hand wrapped around his pulsing member and he let out a soft groan at the touch. Her hand was so small, so soft, it was nothing like his own. As she began to move her hand, slowly stroking up and down his length, he groaned again. The sensation was incredible. He had to do something, or he’d lose control right away. His gaze flicked back to the hairless, glistening, flushed mound between her thighs, and he reached out.

Elirel gasped in surprise, then moaned, snapping out of her trance as Gordon’s large, rough hand slipped between her thighs suddenly, his long fingers rubbing over the tender lips of her womanly center. She looked back over her shoulder, sapphire eyes meeting his emerald ones, her look of surprise melting into a playful smirk as pleasure rippled through her. He’d barely even touched her, and already she was almost embarrassingly wet. There was no point in messing around any longer. She was ready. She spun around, reluctantly releasing her grip on his shaft as she threw a leg over his waist to straddle his abs. “You’re quite... gifted…” She purred, approvingly, her playful grin taking on a wicked tone. She leaned forward slightly, tracing one finger over his rugged, muscular chest in lazy circles. “I think I’m ready to take things up a notch…” she added, pushing her hips back until she straddled his, her hot, needy slit grinding down onto his steely shaft. “...Are you?” She asked, teasingly.

Gordon blinked, his expression blank with surprise at the sudden shift. A moment later, a smirk crossed his lips, swiftly growing to a grin, then a wide smile every bit as playful as hers. Without warning, he reached up, his hand hooking the back of her neck and pulling her head down, his own rising to meet hers lips to lips with a forceful kiss, just like the first kiss of the night. The wordless gesture carried all his feelings behind it, and as their lips and tongues danced together, each made itself clear in turn. There was lust, of course, a hungry desire for her that she returned in equal measure. There was affection, a deep, abiding, gentle sort of love, a tenderness. There was playfulness, eagerness, and gratitude. And, perhaps more than anything else, there was passionate desire, a burning, aching need that fueled him, drove him to be with her, to be close to her. The kiss lasted for just a few moments, but those moments seemed like an eternity, the world falling away as the two lost themselves in the microcosm of the kiss.

When their lips finally parted, reality snapped back into place with a rush. Elirel’s eyes fluttered open, momentarily dazed by the raw intensity of the kiss, her mask of composure shattered. She felt weak, limbs trembling slightly as she barely managed to keep herself from falling onto Gordon’s chest, her hard nipples brushing over his skin as her weight settled squarely onto the now-fully hard shaft beneath her needy pussy. “No fair…” she whined, pouting slightly. “You can’t just surprise me like that… I’m trying to be all cool and confident and sexy and you just… It’s not fair.” She concluded with a huff of annoyed surrender.

Gordon just grinned. “They say all’s fair in love and war.” He replied, simply, then suddenly sat up in bed, drawing a gasp from Elirel as the movement sent her toppling over onto her back with a bounce. Gordon followed close behind, shifting to kneel between her legs, her spread thighs raised up, resting on top of his as he leaned forward to loom over her once again. He planted his forearms on either side of her head, his muscular bulk hanging just inches above her as he grinned wolfishly down at her. “They also say turnabout is fair play, too.” He added, pushing his hips forward to grind his length against her tender lips.

The movement of Gordon’s hips drew a soft moan of pleasure from Elirel’s lips. Her hands came up, one perching on his strong shoulder, the other flattening against his abs, fingers splayed out. She looked up at him tenderly, desire and affection in her eyes as she wordlessly slid her hand slowly down his rugged washboard abs, past his waist, until her fingertips encountered the steely spear thrusting from his hips. Her slender fingers wrapped around its girth as best they could, angling the monster down until it’s blunt tip aimed squarely at her entrance. She bit her lip, glancing nervously down between their bodies at the shaft ready to penetrate her. It seemed impossibly large, far too big to fit inside her, the fat head throbbing angrily with lust against her delicate petals. And yet, the sight thrilled her. She was so hot, she needed it, she needed him. She swallowed, determination in her brilliant blue eyes as they flicked up and looked deep into his. “Do it.” She half-whispered. “Take me.”