Chapter 44: Heart to Elven Heart (SMUT)

The flames of the fireplace pirouetted and danced, drawing my eye to them as they writhed with the drafty air that had been let into the room. Darkmaw’s grand entrance had left Etherea down one door, though she didn’t seem to mind much.

“I’ll hook some blankets over the doorway,” she said as everyone else had just left. Now it was just me and the two beautiful elfmaids.

As Etherea set to the task, I turned my head to face Ivy--who was already staring at me intently as though she were waiting for me to say something. “Did you still want to meet at the treehouse tomorrow?” I asked. “Or will this cover it?”

She smiled meekly. “I always want to be alone with you whenever I can. But the things I wanted to talk to you about can be said now.”

I was sitting already, and she was standing. My injuries were far worse, so during the meeting, I had been forced to take one of the only chairs in Etherea’s home at everyone else’s urging. I tapped my lap suggestively, and her lips turned upward with a wry grin.

She was one of the most petite girls in town, with the body of a dancer--tight, feminine, but erring more toward girliness than womanliness. She looked to be around twenty--but a waifish, wiry twenty, with the figure of a ballerina.

She dressed like some strange artsy dancer, too. With solid green skin, the leaves she wore to cover her nipples and pussy lips were almost hard to detect from a distance, but as she sat on my lap, I felt the stem of her lower leaf tickle my leg.

“We can just get rid of these for now,” I said, grinning lecherously as I plucked all three of the leaves from her body, exposing her forest green nipples and the similarly colored slit of her womanhood for my visual enjoyment.

“Bucky!” she said shyly, her cheeks flushing and eyes averting toward the fire. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation.”

“No one said you can’t be serious and naked,” I pointed out.

“He speaks with wisdom,” Etherea said as she suspended a quilt from the doorway, placing a stone from outside onto the bottom of the blanket where it touched the floor so that the wind wouldn’t cause it to flap inward.

Etherea turned back toward us and shed her own diaphanous gown. Her body was bluish, and her hair silvery white. Next to Ivy, with her vibrant red locks, the contrast of their appearances made them look all the more exotic together.

“Let’s speak first,” Ivy said, looking at Etherea. “I have many feelings to share.”

“Of course, Ivy, love,” Etherea nodded. “You two have your moment. I’ll be readying myself on the bed.”

“Readying yourself?” I asked, greedily drinking in her nudity. My eyes made a feast of her more curvaceous figure--she still was far from thick, but she had a lot more in the way of tits and ass.

Ivy frowned as she saw me looking. “She’s going to masturbate. Pull the curtain, would you?” she said. “I don’t need Bucky getting distracted.”

“Of course, love,” Etherea nodded, causing me to whimper as she disappeared from my sight, drawing a curtain shut that lent the corner of her home with the bed some privacy and obfuscation.

Ivy placed her hand on my chest. Then, looking into my eyes, she dragged her fingers along my neck and lifted my chin to gaze directly into her enchanting eyes. “Bucky,” she said. “What do you think of me?”

I blinked. “I owe a lot to you,” I said. “I care a great deal about you. If anything happened to you, I’d risk anything to make it right.”

“Do you love me?” she asked.

I closed my eyes. I feared that question. “I don’t think I know you as well as I should.” That was my feeble answer.

She nodded, her face showing that she expected as much as that. “Bucky, I want to be very honest with you. We never really bonded romantically. I busied myself to work every day for you, watering your fields and patrolling the forest and plains, making sure the town and the Sanctuary were safe from danger.” She looked a bit guilty as her mind likely went toward the earlier events of the day.

“Don’t blame yourself for the cabin.”

She shook her head. “I know, I shouldn’t. That’s not the point, anyway. The point is, Bucky, I’ve worked hard for you. I’ve fought by your side more than any other girl. I’ve made your Sanctuary a success, and I--until today--would like to believe I made a difference in keeping Tater Town safe.”

“You definitely have,” I said with a nod, letting my hand cup her chin. “I don’t give you the credit you deserve.”

“I don’t want credit. I want you.”

“You have me,” I said. “Every three nights, we renew the Elfmaid’s Blessing.”

She grunted in annoyance at that. “You ejaculate on my chest and face so you can get a boon. Most of the time, we don’t even have sex. Bucky, you don’t love me, and I know it’s wrong of me to say this--but I feel… entitled to your love. I don’t know why. I have just… I have given so much for you. I abandoned my home and all thought of it. I advocate for you every day, fight your battles, tend your fields, watch your town. Don’t I deserve your love?” Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she wiped them away quickly.

I sighed, pulling her in tight. She didn't resist. “I had no idea this is how you felt. I do love you. I care for you immensely. You are so important to me. Please believe me.”

“But you love Autumn, Daisy, Sprinkle, and May Belle more,” she said.

“Three of them are marked,” I shrugged. “Autumn brought me here to begin with.”

She looked at me with sheer pain. “Is there no hope? Tell me now, Bucky. Don’t let me dream if I can’t have you. If you don’t think you can love me, then set me free. Here and now.”

My eyes opened, wide and glossy with my own tears. “What are you saying? Are you serious?”

She closed her eyes and buried them in my chest. “I’m saying that if you don’t think you can love me, then I want to go home. After the battle with Keenfury and the other generals, I’ll be done.”

I hugged her even tighter against me, but she pushed back, resisting my embrace. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I am in love with you, Bucky. I have been for quite some time now, but I’ve felt like a voice in the background in your life for one day too long, and I’ve lost my patience. I’m sorry. I’ve lived for hundreds of years, but I won’t waste another day pining after you if there’s no hope.”

“Ivy,” I started, but she cut me off.

“Don’t you dare lie to me right now, Bucky. Don’t you dare lie.”

“I won’t,” I said. “I care about you so much. Can I love you? Absolutely, yes, I can. My not wanting you to go isn’t because of some service you provide. It’s because I don’t want to lose you. That tells me, Ivy, yes--I can love you. And I'm so sorry I let you feel otherwise.”

Her brow was furrowed, and she bit her lip. I could tell she was conflicted. Good. Let her process it in her own time.

I pressed on, further trying to wrap her in my embrace. “I will make you a priority,” I promised. “Really--I’m so sorry I let you feel like that. I’m not good with girls.”

She actually balked at that. “If there’s one thing you’re good with, it’s girls.”

“Not reading them,” I said, shrugging. “Ivy--I need you. You are just as beautiful to me as any of the other girls. The only reason, I think, I haven’t pursued anything more romantic with you than our current, umm, arrangement is because I didn’t think you saw me the same way as Daisy and May Belle and Sprinkle. They’re so much more forward, you know? I guess--I guess I only know how to give myself to forward women.”

She nodded, her eyes reopening with a display of understanding. “So you’re saying there is hope.”

“Hope is an understatement,” I whispered. “I’d be heartbroken if you left. Hell, I feel like a selfish ass right now for pressuring you to stay, but what I’m saying is true. And the fact that I know I’m being selfish by wanting you to stay shows how grateful I am to have you in my life. I will… I’ll try to show it more.”

I stroked her naked back, and though her flawless body was entirely exposed to me, I cast nary a downward glance to her gorgeous figure throughout the conversation. I was wholly focused on her, and sex wasn’t even on my mind. For that to be the case--I knew for sure that I could love her.

“I’ll give you one more chance, Bucky,” she said with a sigh. “If you break my heart, I’m gone. Please know this.”

“If I break your heart, I’ll never forgive myself,” I said. “Do you believe me?”

She let herself smile, allowing her body to press against me again. “Yes,” she said. “You don’t lie to me.”

“You’re damn right I don’t,” I said, and I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her in for a steamy kiss. Her tongue found mine instantly, forcing its way into my mouth. Within half a second, she’d ultimately succumbed to my embrace, tossing her arms around my back and pressing her small breasts into my chest.

“I love you,” she whispered into my mouth. “Don’t say it back until it’s true.”

I nodded, just kissing her, tasting the almost minty quality of her green elven lips. My hand traced up and down her back, finally resting on her pert little rump, grabbing a handful. A soft moan escaped her lips.

“Are you two starting without me?” Etherea asked with slight irritation in her voice.

Ivy grinned--it felt good to see her grin again. I couldn’t help myself but to smile right back at her.

“Sorry, Etherea,” she called back. “I think we’re done with our chat.”

The curtain drew open. “That wasn’t all that long--I barely came once.” She smirked knowingly at the amorous looks on our faces and a bit of spittle that was still caught between our lips. “I’m happy to see that a satisfying outcome has seemingly been reached. Shall we get on our knees and prepare for the Blessing?”

I cocked a lascivious eyebrow, my mind getting some bright ideas. “Well, we have all night,” I pointed out. “Would you mind reminding me what the requirements were for the Elfmaid’s Blessing?”

She nodded demurely, in stark contrast to her brazen nudity and drooling cunt lips. “All that must be done is for you to spend your climax on our faces and breasts--consensually, of course. With our--”

“--Blessing,” Ivy finished for her.

“Makes sense,” I said, “So, all that matters is where I finish.”

Ivy traded excited looks with Etherea, sensing something fresh was about to unfold--something new and exciting.

“That’s correct. What did you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you two lay on the bed, side-by-side.”

“Facedown or face up?” Ivy asked, her voice airy and hot.

“Surprise me,” I said, beaming back at her. I licked my lips, a hungry dog staring at two thick bones. Those bones looked right back at me with equal longing in their eyes. Hmm. That metaphor fell apart.

The girls thankfully didn’t spend much more time on idle staring, though, quickly rushing to the bed--Etherea so quickly that she almost tripped. It was amusingly graceless for a moon elf, I observed with a chuckle.

Scant moments thereafter, my eyes were feasting upon an ass and pussy buffet--Etherea had positioned herself rump-up, elbows down, her steely blue cunt parted by two of her fingers. She was already sopping wet.

Ivy was lying on her back, her face staring up at me. Her legs were parted with her knees up but feet planted on the bed. She was playing with her little green tits.

“Fuck,” I grunted, just taking a minute to appreciate the gods of this world and say a quiet prayer of thanks. “I love elves.”

My pants hit the ground with an inelegant thud. I treated my cock as a dousing rod, letting it decide for me which hole I’d fuck first. It was slightly more slanted to Etherea’s gaping pussy, so I thought that the best place to begin.

“Etherea first,” I grunted. “After our talk, I want to finish with Ivy tonight.”

Ivy nodded, but Etherea spoke. “Whatever you desire, hero,” she moaned like a wild slut. “Just fill me up with that plump pussy-puncher.”

The mouth on that girl, yikes. I grabbed her ass and tugged her toward my cock, letting the head tease her quivering entrance. Grabbing my shaft at the base, I wetted my cockhead with her lewd fluids, rubbing my manhood up and down along her entrance. Just that sensation alone had me clenching my ass as her pussy lips teased my turgid tip. “Are you rea--”

“Fuck, why are we still talking?!” she whined, thrusting her ass backward, taking matters into her own… pussy. She moaned. “Yess! That’s the melody, hero! Fuck me until my quim is two shades darker!”

I squeezed her round ass and pressed myself slowly, all the way inside, feeling bliss as I bottomed out in her elven depths. “Look at this ass,” I groaned, kneading it and pinching a wad of her flesh just a bit too hard. “Now I know why you’re the moon elf.”

“You make that joke every time,” she moaned. “I still don’t get it.”

I wasn’t in the mood to explain--I never was. I thrust in and out of her with savage abandon, so hard that the ensuing slapping sound of my balls against her thighs was probably audible from outside.

“Fuck yes!” she whined, her voice going high, fast, and frantic. She had a penchant for dirty talk. “Fucking destroy my cunt with that slut-tamer of yours, hero! Make me cum like a catgirl in heat!”

I found my pace slowing for a second as I wondered what Autumn would be like if she ever went in heat--it didn’t soften my erection in the least.

“Why are you slowing down?!”

“Fuck, sorry,” I grunted, picking up the pace again, focusing on the insane texture of the inner walls of her elven sex. It was like fucking a warm bottle of lube lined in soft velvet. Her ass rippled hypnotically with each persistent collision, and I found myself counting her moans, trying not to blow my load inside her.

My salvation came in the form of her twitching moon elf cunt. I felt her lubing up my cock even further with an outpouring of sweet nectar that flowed from her hole like milk and honey in the Promised Land. She screamed--the whole fucking town knew what was up at that point, and I could imagine May Belle jealously pacing around outside.

The thought didn’t do anything to calm me down. I pulled out at Etherea’s completion and almost violently took Ivy’s thighs, parting them, making room between them for my fat dick.

“I’m going in,” I grunted.

“I’m all yours,” she huffed. “I love you.”

I said nothing--but I wanted to. I just felt that it was too soon, too rushed. She wouldn’t believe it if I said it now. What she would accept was a kiss.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers with the same force that my cock pressed into her insanely tight pussy.

She moaned, her voice so cute and high pitched, right into my mouth. My approach was not graceful, and our teeth collided at first, but we corrected course and tangled our tongues erotically as I set into the heaven-sent task of grinding my dick inside of her narrow channel. Her body was a dreamscape of erotic ecstasy, inside and out. The way her pretty elven pussy possessively clenched my cock like a vise of pleasure--it defied language to describe it.

I suddenly knew without a doubt that not only could I fall in love with her--I could become addicted to her. This was a dangerous pleasure. For once, I felt outmatched.

“I’m going to cum,” I grunted. “Too soon, I know. I’m sorry, Ivy. You’re too good.”

I couldn’t tell how she felt about the compliment because her cheeks were already flushed and her voice was already high and shaky. “It’s okay,” she moaned. “I’m close, but it’s okay. Just get the Blessing.”

I nodded, pulling out. Etherea instantly rolled over, pressing her side into Ivy’s so tightly that one of her big tits plopped onto Ivy’s chest.

I released, closing my eyes, forgetting to aim, but I hadn’t cum in days. I hot-blasted jizz all over them, onto their tits, stomachs, faces, legs, and pussies, making them a total mess of sticky white seed.

They moaned happily as they received it, apparently as much a blessing to them as their buff was to me. They glowed brightly as I opened my eyes, and I felt the buff taking effect.

Instantly I got onto my knees. “Let me finish you,” I said, pulling Ivy’s legs open wide, a desperate, panicked look on my face.

To my surprise, though, she refused. “No,” she said. “No, Bucky, that’s okay. I’m satisfied.”

I looked up at her, breathing hard. “What do you mean? I didn’t make you cum.”

“For a woman, cumming isn’t the only thing that matters in sex.”

“It certainly doesn’t hurt, though,” Etherea giggled. “But she’s right, Bucky. You gave her exactly what she wanted.”

“Which is?” I asked.

She smiled, reaching up with her hand, clutching mine. “Your attention. And affection. I felt it--your need for me. I felt adored. If anything, I’m flattered you finished before me,” she giggled. “Now come back here and hold me.”

“Umm,” Etherea grunted awkwardly. “Hold us. Us. Not just her. Us.”

Ivy giggled. “Fine--hold us.”

I did. The pain of the molten dragon blood seemed somewhat muted for the rest of the night as I allowed myself to melt into becoming the meat in an elven-bread sandwich. Filled with a newfound surge of contentment, I retreated into surprisingly happy dreams, renewed and ready for whatever might come next.