Partners, Ch. 4

[pre-story] The steamy conclusion of Partners! Finally! [redacted] Anyways, go ahead and enjoy![/pre-story]

Partners: Chapter 4

“Do it.” She half-whispered. “Take me.”

Wordlessly, Gordon pushed. He could feel Elirel’s entrance resist, instinctively refusing to open before the fat, flared crown as he bore down, but it was a futile effort. His abs tightened as the tip of his spear wedged into her entrance, prying her open bit by bit, more and more of his crown disappearing into her with each passing second. Then, with a sudden rush, he was inside her, his blunt crown piercing through her body’s resistance, the first few inches of his shaft following it as it plunged into her gripping channel. He groaned from deep in his chest at the sensation, squeezing his eyes shut. He’d thought she would be tight, but this… this was beyond anything he could have imagined. Her walls squeezed him like a silken vice, every ripple and fold of her hot, wet depths clinging to his thick shaft, twitching and squeezing around him. He froze in place, his mind overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure, struggling to catch up.



Elirel gasped as Gordon’s brutish human shaft suddenly plunged into her, stretching and filling her like nothing she’d ever imagined. He felt massive, more than twice the size of any elf she’d ever known. Her grip on his shoulder tightened, her pussy twitching uncontrollably around his girth. She’d expected pain, but she hadn’t expected it to be so completely overwhelmed by raw pleasure, her body singing with ecstasy as he drove into her, the dull ache that came along only making the pleasure that much more intense. She glanced down between them as he paused, letting go of the firmly-planted shaft and gasping in surprise as she realized there was more than half his length left still outside her. If just the tip felt this incredible... what would the whole thing feel like? Her walls squeezed around him at the very thought. She looked up at him, a hunger gleaming in her eyes. She had to know. She had to feel him plunge endlessly into her, feel him fill her to the limit and beyond, feel every last inch of that brutish human cock. Her legs wrapped around his waist, thighs squeezing his hips as she planted her heels on his back, spurring him on like a mighty stallion. “More!” She moaned, breathily. “Please!”

Gordon groaned again as Elirel’s legs pulled him forward, another inch of thick, throbbing cock sinking into her well-stretched pussy. Her walls rippled and squeezed around him, milking at his length hungrily. It felt incredible, indescribably good, and if he’d been a weaker man, he’d have been in serious trouble. Thankfully, he had stamina to spare at the moment, and as she sweetly pleaded for more, a wicked grin spread across his face. If she wanted more… His muscles rippled as he pulled his hips back, fighting the grip of her legs until just the head remained inside her. He held himself there, teasingly still, as the seconds ticked past and she began to whimper and writhe with need. Then, all at once, his abs tensed, driving his cock into her inch by inch, plunging deeper and deeper into her gripping, spasming slit. Her inner walls stretched around his blunt crown as more and more of his thick shaft disappeared into her, filling her like nothing before.

Elirel moaned with wordless pleasure as Gordon stuffed her with more and more of his thick, beefy shaft. She clung to him with trembling limbs as her body was wracked by waves of indescribable pleasure, her legs squeezing around his waist, her nails biting into his shoulders. He was already as deep as anything had ever gone, but so much thicker, and there was so much cock left to go! Even the tiniest movements lit up every nerve, sending sparks of electric pleasure dancing along her nerves. She could even feel his pulse pounding inside her, or was it hers? She couldn’t tell. She was still trying to adjust when his hips drew back again, her now-trembling legs offering little resistance, his flared crown tugging at every fold inside her as it drew back and leaving an aching emptiness behind it.

Gordon didn’t tease this time, as soon as his knob tugged at Elirel’s entrance, he reversed his hips and drove his steely spike forward again, growling with primal lust as he speared into her. She let out a throaty, wavering moan beneath him as he slammed into her, her depths welcoming him, twitching and squeezing hungrily around his girth, like her body was trying to draw him even deeper. His member plowed into virgin territory unceremoniously, encountering a sudden resistance, her untouched depths gripping even tighter than the rest as his fat crown stretched them wide, the sensations all the sweeter for it. He wanted even more. Overcome by desire, he didn’t even pull back all the way, barely retreating an inch before bucking his hips forward with a growl, plowing into her deepest depths until his hips ground against hers, every last inch of his massive member stuffed into her spasming pussy.

Elirel trembled, her eyes wide as she stared down between them, her gaze riveted to the meeting of their hips, the sight confirming it beyond a shadow of a doubt. He was all the way inside. She could feel him deep inside her, deeper than she would have thought possible, like a shaft of red-hot steel, filling her, lurching with every throb. Every nerve in her pussy was buzzing with pleasure just from the touch of his rod, and every pulse, twitch, and lurch of that long, thick shaft made the sensation spike, pleasure shooting up her spine like a lightning bolt. He filled her to the limit and beyond. They were connected, and not just physically. She could feel him, his essence, their souls connected their physical union, intimately bound together.

Gordon held himself still there for a moment, his shaft planted into Elirel to the hilt, his heavy balls resting on her rear as he savored the moment. He told himself it was to let her adjust, but in truth, it was as much for his sake as it was for hers. Her depths were alive, twitching, squeezing, and rippling around his shaft constantly, seemingly unsure if they wanted to hold him in or force him out. Whatever her body’s intent, the sensations were intense. Her wide-stretched walls clung to every sensitive inch of his cock, milking him from root to tip and back again. Even with the recent release, the raw pleasure of such an assault tested his resolve. He let out a groan as a particularly powerful spasm clenched around his member. He had to move now, while he still had the strength.

Elirel moaned as Gordon began to move once again, slowly drawing his hips back, unsheathing his mighty weapon inch by inch, the flared head tugging at her tender walls. She was so sensitive! Every sensation was amplified, intensified, each tiny movement sending sparks of pleasure racing through her, shooting up her spine and radiating out along her nerves, all the way out to her fingers and toes. Then, all at once, he changed directions, slamming his hips forward again, driving his member into her until their hips audibly smacked together with the force of the thrust. She would have moaned again, but the air was driven from her lungs by a massive wave of pleasure crashing over her, leaving her wide-eyed and breathless, mouth open in a silent cry. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, fingernails biting at his granite muscle, he was a rock, an unshakable pillar in a roiling sea of pleasure that tossed her this way and that.

Gordon gritted his teeth as he hilted himself in Elirel’s spasming, quivering depths, squeezing his eyes shut as her pussy went wild around him. The pleasure was incredible, and his hips ground against hers with mindless lust for more. He was still for just a moment before he began to move once more, slowly drawing his length back, his sheer girth teasing every sensitive fold along the way. With just the head still inside her, he hammered his hips forward again, his shaft his shaft plunging into her warm, wet pussy until his hips smacked against hers again and he let out a deep groan of pleasure. This time, he didn’t wait, the moment he bottomed out, his hips began to draw back again, and when the head neared her entrance, he drove it deep once more, pounding into her to the hilt with another groan. Soon he found a rhythm, thrusting and withdrawing over and over, his tempo steadily increasing with each stroke.

Elirel let loose a long, low, throaty moan, her sweet voice rising an octave each time Gordon’s massive cock hammered into her, her body singing with exquisite sensation under the intense assault. Again and again he filled and emptied her, over and over, each stroke sending another wave of raw sensation through her. The waves crashed over her mind, sweeping away all but the most stubborn of thoughts, her mind nearly all but blanked out by pure pleasure. But through it all she could still feel the connection between them, the intimate union of bodies and souls. With each mighty thrust, he filled her with more than just his cock, his soul poured into her, her own flowing back to him in return, their essences blending together through the union of their bodies. She could feel it, she could feel him filling her, feel it building up in the core of her being. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, yes! Yes! Gordon~!” She moaned out in time with his thrusts, finally finding words amid the pleasure washing over her mind, her trembling legs squeezing as tight as they could around his waist.

Gordon’s hips were almost a blur as he pistoned his brutish shaft deep into Elirel’s hot, wet depths. His muscles glistened with a sheen of sweat, partly from the raw exertion of thrusting into her like a savage beast and partly from the strain of holding back against the incredible pleasure assaulting his mind. He grunted through gritted teeth with each thrust like a rutting animal, his hips smacking loudly against hers over and over as a mindless, instinctive lust for the warm, tight wetness of her body beginning to overtake his mind. Rational thought sank below a rising tide of animalistic instinct, a single thought bobbing to the surface of the sea of primal lust. He had to hold back. He couldn’t disappoint her.

Elirel writhed beneath the savage thrusts of Gordon’s hips, twitching and trembling beneath wave after wave of pleasure, unable to handle the sheer intensity of the sensations shooting through her body with each thrust. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t move, she could barely hold onto him, let alone stop him, even if she’d wanted to. She was helpless before his lust, but she could still feel. She could feel his thick, veiny shaft plunging into her again and again. She could feel the unbreakable connection binding the two of them. She could feel herself filling up, pleasure and passion building until she was ready to overflow. “Gordon~!” She cried out, her voice sweet with pleasure and ragged with intensity, his name full of emotion. “Feels! So! Goo~ood! So good! I love it! I love it! I love you! I love you~!” She wailed aloud with wild abandon, no longer able to care if anyone heard them.

It took Gordon a more than a moment to realize Elirel’s sweet, pleasured moans had formed into words, his rational mind lost in the midst of his primal rut, but even lust-maddened as he was, those three all-important words rang in his ears clear as a bell, bringing him back to himself in an instant. He opened his eyes, his vision clearing, and looked down at the little elf-woman beneath him. Her slender, supple, toned body clung to him with all the strength she could muster, her warm brown skin gleaming with sweat as she writhed with pleasure, her eyes screwed shut and her mouth hanging open as she moaned with love and lust. The image was instantly unforgettable, crystallizing in his mind as an unfamiliar yet warm emotion surged in his chest. At the same time, it stirred a much more intimately familiar response down below, and he had to groan, the sound rumbling out from deep in his chest. “L, I can’t, I’m gonna...” He managed to warn, breathlessly, starting to draw his hips back.

Elirel could feel Gordon’s mighty shaft throb and lurch almost violently inside her as he gasped his warning. She knew what was coming, and the instant he began to pull away, she knew exactly what she wanted. Thinking rationally, she would have probably dismissed the idea out of hand. It was stupid and dangerous, it wasn’t worth the risk, she had no plan, no support... But in that moment, everything simply felt… right. Summoning up her last reserves of strength, she locked her ankles behind his back and pulled with all the strength she could muster. Taken by surprise, his hips slammed down as hers rose to meet them, planting every last inch of that big, brutish, beautiful cock deep inside her. Her inner walls were going wild, squeezing and rolling around the thick, veiny member, milking him for all they were worth. “Do it!” She cried out in desperation, legs trembling with effort.

Gordon was well past the point of no return by the time Elirel cried out, there was no time to fight it.  All he could do was crane his head down, his lips mashing against hers in a furious, passionate kiss, and let go. His hips bucked, uncontrollably, pinning hers to the bed and grinding down onto her, instinctively making sure he was as deep as he could possibly go. The floodgates opened, and a raging sea of boiling lust coursed through him, setting his every nerve on fire. It surged up the length of his mighty wyrm, blasting forth from the fearsome beast with all the heat and force of dragonfire, great gouts of white-hot molten lust pouring into her welcoming depths in a mighty deluge of thick cream. He shook as he came, his every muscle twitching uncontrollably as his hot seed poured into her, a tidal wave of raw pleasure wiping his mind of everything but the sensation of unloading deep inside her and the feeling of her lips on his.

Elirel moaned into the kiss as Gordon pinned her to the bed. The moment was everything she never knew she craved. The moment she felt his fiery essence pouring into her sacred depths, flooding her womanly core with his hot, potent seed, it hit her. Ecstasy. Powerful, raw, divine ecstasy, more intense than any she’d ever experienced before. She was drowning in a sea of pure lust and burning up with raw pleasure, she was melting into him and he was melting into her, she was exploding and imploding, her soul expanding to overflow its mortal vessel and her mind falling eternally inward into blissful nothingness, she was everything at once and she was nothing at all. Time had no meaning while she was in ecstasy’s grasp, it could have just as easily been an eternity as the blink of an eye, all she knew was when she could finally feel again, the first thing she felt was Gordon’s lips on hers and his still-throbbing cock speared deep into her oversensitive slit.

Gordon’s release seemed to go on forever, his fat balls tightening again and again as they pumped his seemingly endless load deep into Elirel’s depths. His mighty weapon fired over and over, pouring his thick, creamy seed deep inside the little elf until she overflowed, literally, a lone rivulet of pearly cum escaping past her tightly-stretched entrance and around his pulsing shaft, only run down her upturned rear. Eventually, his load began to taper off, shots coming slower and slower until, with a final throb, it fired what had to be the very last drop in his body. All the while, their frenzied, passionate kiss calmed, becoming more relaxed, slow, sensual, and intimate, the two staying connected for a long while as they kissed tenderly by the moonlight.

Elirel made a tiny whimper of objection as Gordon raised his hips, smoothly withdrawing his somewhat-softened cock from her silken, cum-filled depths, her weak, trembling legs unable to offer much in the way of resistance, his movement effortlessly breaking out of their hold. Their lips and tongues continued to dance for a little while longer before he shifted above her, pushing himself up from his elbows to his hands, rising out of reach of her lips, the kiss breaking with a soft smack, her hands falling away from his shoulders. She kept her eyes closed for another moment, savoring the blissful glow lingering in her soul after her earth-shaking orgasm, a drowsy grin on her face. In that moment, all was right with the world. When she opened her eyes again, she looked up at the pale, freckled, red-haired human, her partner, her lover, looking for his reaction.

Gordon’s expression was serious. “I think… this might have been a mistake.” He confessed.

Elirel froze, her smile falling away as his words sank in. “W… what?” She asked, fear and confusion on her face.

Gordon shook his head, gravely. “I… I don’t think we can work together anymore.”

“W… what?” Elirel asked again, the concern on her face turning to horror as she felt her stomach drop.

“Well… I mean, now that I know you’re both incredibly sexy and amazing in bed, I don’t think I’d be able to resist jumping you every chance I get.” Gordon explained, failing to suppress his smirk as he nodded, sagely. “Ah! Fuck, right in the nipple…” he added a moment later, his mask of seriousness falling away as he half-grinned and half-winced, one hand coming up to cradle his punched pectoral.

Elirel scowled, glaring up at him, her fist still balled tight as Gordon slowly started to chuckle, letting himself topple over to the side, landing on the bed beside her with a heavy flop. “That wasn’t funny!” She scolded, jabbing an elbow into his ribs, which only made him chuckle harder. “Jerk!” She added with annoyance, winding up for another elbow jab.

Gordon moved with surprising speed for one his size, swiftly wrapping his arms around Elirel and pulling the feisty elf girl into a tight embrace, cradling her against his chest and conveniently pinning down her arms in the process. “Okay, so nothing that extreme. But there are gonna be some changes.” He commented, still grinning.

“Oh?” Elirel asked, dryly, her expression still sour.

“Well, for one, we’re gonna have to start sharing a tent sometimes.” Gordon grinned, playfully, before putting on a mock-serious face. “That is, of course, if you can stomach the smell.”


Despite Elirel’s best efforts to stay mad, the corner of her pout quirked up until it became a smirk. “I suppose I’ll have to tough it out.” She shot back, her smirk expanding to a full-blown grin as she looked up at Gordon. There was a moment of silence as they looked onto one-another’s eyes, smiling warmly. Wordlessly, she craned her neck up, and he craned his down. The two met in the middle with a tender, loving kiss. By the light of the full moon, the two lovers, human and elf, kissed and held each other into the night until they finally drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.