Elven Stories

Her unclothed being sent the enchanted glow of Matingspel throughout the clearing. Syrena’s eyes simmered blue fire at this mere mortal. Honey-hued full breasts charmed me. She waved and armor and under apparel fell to my feet; my freed flesh sword bouncing. She laughed faerie glee as we entwined; me kissing forbidden breasts and neck. She shuddered as I sucked her ear-point, the Elven 'secondary clitoris'. Quaking orgasm...

Walking through her home forest, the Elvin girl flourishes on the sounds and smells of the forest. The life it represents. It brings a welcome relief from the personal prison she hides so majestically. From the outside no one would know her inner most desire…her dreams. Longing for the touch of the forbidden fruit. She gets lost in her own thoughts and the enormity of the trees, enveloping her as she wanders to her favour...