They shared a quiet moment slaking their thirst from the cold, clean, crisp waters of the loch. The Knight adjusted his position, letting his calves dangle in the limpid water to cool off.  Upon finishing her drink, the Sylvan Maiden, lay down, her head and one hand resting on his closest thigh, while her free hand gently stroked and pet his resting sword.

“What is your wish, my master?” she spoke softly.

In response, his hand, caressing the back of her head, slid down to her seductive back, and he let his fingers gently glide all around her velvet skin.  “My wish would be to freeze this moment of time forever!”  He quietly answered back.

“I too wish that could be so,” she said, a gentle smile lighting up her face.  “However that is not an action I can grant, as I have no control over the flow of time.  What I await now is the action you wish me to perform as the winner of our inaugural contest.”

“Our inaugural contest?” he repeated in curiosity.

“Surely you do not think that will be the last time I challenge you?” she returned with a seductive grin.

“Surely not!” the Knight laughed heartily.  “I looked forward to many a future match with you, no matter the outcome!”

“Now my good sir,” she entreated him, “Tell this fair maiden, what task she must perform for your pleasure.”

“You shall dance for me!” he announced.

“Dance?” she repeated in surprise.  “I would have expected something more intimate, but I shall certainly dance for your pleasure if that is your desire.”

“I wasn’t finished,” he returned.  “You shall dance for me, while upon my aroused sword.  You must not allow it to leave your garden passage until we both have ascended.  Only then may your performance come to an end.”

The Lady flushed slightly as she smiled excitedly.  “Now that sounds more like what I expected!” she whispered seductively.

“Additionally,” he continued.  “You cannot use your hands to awaken my blade.”

“As you wish, my master,” she purred.  With that, she slipped into the water and waded around his knee to stand between his thighs.

Placing one hand on either of his thighs, she opened her mouth and started to bend over towards his shaft.  Her peeking tongue extended expectantly.

“You cannot use your mouth either,” he quickly added.

She looked back up at him, a pout across her face.

“Your mystical mouth is too good, my love,” he explained.  “This is meant to be a challenge.”

“Then I must accept,” she said slyly.

Leaning in, she cupped the outside rim of her mighty melons and gently pressed them together, enveloping his shaft completely with their soft, velvety skin.  Seductively she began to rub them up and down in alternating motions, letting her silken skin caress and massage his manhood.

This new sensation, send little tingles throughout his loins, and the Knight reveled in every touch of her silky, succulent bosom.  “This feels marvelous!” he whispered as he closed his eyes.

“I am glad my master approves of my choice,” The Elf purred back.  “If not, I fear he would have to discipline me,” she teased.

Her words brought visions to his mind’s eye of other games they might play—perhaps before their festival of love was through.  For now, he allowed the tingling sensations to wash through him as his hot blood rapidly began to flood his loins.

The fey Maiden, felt his sword begin to lengthen and harden as it warmed between her undulating mounds.  Looking into his face, eyes closed as he breathed deeply, enjoying her caressing embrace, she smiled with satisfaction knowing her lover derived such pleasure from her touch.

Shortly his engorged sword peeked out from between her mighty melons, like a tiny sapling first pushing out of its native soil.  She nurtured it with her soft, supple, breasts, and watch it grow to its full height, firm, strong, and resolute.  Her darling little seed was ready.

She looked back up at the Knight’s face.  She found his eyes still closed as he drifted upon the pillows of her velvet breasts.  Coyly she smiled and reached down, gently licking the tip of his sword.

“Hey!” He came to with a start.  “I told you—“

“But my lord,” she interrupted.  “The preparations are complete, and it is time for me to begin my main performance as you requested.”

Looking down at his hard, meaty member sprouting from between her loving mounds he knew she was right.  Releasing her buxom bosom, they gently parted to display his full sword nestled between their lusty peaks, as she held out her arms to him.

“Will master be so good as to help me up?” she requested.

Smiling at his elven lover, the Knight reached down and gripped her under the pits of her arms.  Then, her wondrous melons lightly brushing his hands along his thumbs, he lifted her up as she hopped out of the cool water.

Cold rivulets rained down upon his thighs and sword. His man purse contracted from the cold water lifting his pearls as he brought her onto his lap.  She placed a comely knee outside either of his thighs, so that she straddled him as she settled upon his loins and faced him.

“As my master has commanded I cannot use my hands,” she teased, “would he kindly insert his mighty sword into my garden entrance?”  Biting the corner of her lip and staring seductively into his eyes, she rose up.  The delicate folds of her garden veil hovered above his prestigious sword head.

Grinning in lusty zeal, the Knight directed his mighty member as she slowly lowered herself onto its head.  She paused as he adjusted it to slide directly into her garden passage.  Once she felt it nuzzle into the entrance, she resumed her descent upon it.  Letting it slide in deeply she impaled herself, fully accepting his manhood.

Again she paused eyes closed, a little whimper of pain escaping her quivering lips as a single, crimson trail ran down his shaft.  Small tears welled up in the corner of her eyes, as she breathed deeply waiting for the sting to pass.

The Knight, gently sliding his hands up and down either side of her back, tried to soothe her discomfort.  Shortly her breathing eased and she lovingly smiled as she opened her emerald eyes to look into his.

“At last, we are one,” she beamed with overflowing joy, a tear escaping her eye.

Together they reveled in the moment, savoring the feeling.  His long sword was deeply enfolded within her warm, wet, tight garden passage.  The sensuality was both sublime and perfect.  He felt the embrace of her love as her carnal canal enveloped him.  She felt replete and complete as his enlarged shaft penetrated and filled her.

“Now, I shall dance for master,” the Elf coyly continued.

Raising her hands high above her head, they began to roll and wind to the beat of an unheard song.  Her arms came alive and twisted and writhed as though possessed by serpents. Slowly her perfect breasts began to succulently sway as her shoulders shifted and rolled.  Her body became a living pool of liquid as her navel undulated in rolling waves that cascaded down her shapely form.  Her hips, staying low and keeping his sword within her warm, wet garden, began to twist and sway from side to side as each belly wave shimmered down her stunning, flowing body.  Her long hair billowed and rippled to the waves of her figure, like a golden veil twinkling and flowing in the background.

The Knight was hypnotized!  He had expected a delightful performance, but had never conceived of such a sight as this!  His eyes feasted upon the shapes and curves of his lover’s form, as they shimmied and shimmered like flicker flames before his dazzled eyes.  His gaze darted from her heaving bosom, to her seductive face, across her rolling navel, and down to her gyrating hips.  He simply couldn’t keep his focus, so much was there to drink in and see—all of it erotically arousing!

Feeling his ogling eyes upon her naked skin, and seeing his bewitched gaze, the Sylvan Maiden blushed.  Her provocative smile further enriched as deep satisfaction swelled inside.  Slowly she began to rise, then fall as her thighs lifted and lowered her slightly to the tempo of her dance.  Her garden passage, already wet, began to grip and slide along the Knight’s sword shaft. It sent tingles running up both their loins at the sensation, but though she let out a little murmur at the feeling, never did she stop or lose time in her performance.

Sinuously her hands began to part, as her arms swirled and opened to pose straight out from her sides. Her muscles dancing beneath her velvet skin, her arms still vacillated like snakes though her wrist seemed bound by unseen chains.  Her torso started to slowly sway left and right, while the undulating belly waves continued to roll down her navel.  Synchronously, the Sylvan Maiden’s hips began to shake twice on each side as her lavish bottom, flexed and bounced before swaying across to the other cheek. Her passage twisting and pirouetting about his meaty member, whose head rubbed and poked against her honey-covered walls, built fierce passion in them both.

The Knight’s desire for his elven lover rose ever higher as he watched her sinuous, seductive moves.  He marveled at her shapely, curvaceous form and ethereal, divine beauty and blessed whatever unseen hand had brought this union together. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine such a sublime experience or so ravishing a lover!

With each sway and roll of her hips, her garden passage squeezed and stroked his manly sword, while the cheeks of her voluminous bottom bounced and slapped his thighs in time with her erotic dance.  Each bounce, each stroke, sent surges of warm needles shooting forth from his loins and thighs, to tickle and tease the surrounding body parts.

The Lady, careful to never stop her undulant dance, looked upon her man with love.  It was her fondest desire to please every sense of his large muscled frame, as she pleasured his mighty sword thrust deep within her.  With each lift of her hip, each roll of her navel, each bounce of her bottom, she felt that meaty member as it poked and pierced her within, sending waves of hot passion interspersed with icy needles that raced from inside her aroused passageway, through her body, and across her lower extremities in effervescent waves.

Arching her back as far as she could comfortably go while maintaining her balance on her knees, she started to do long, slow, circular gyrations with her hips.  Her magic melons shifted and swayed as she tilted to and fro.  The Knight’s meaty manhood, slid further out as she rotated her hips back, and then penetrated deep as her hips came forward.  The slow piston action of his shaft felt very satisfying as she rolled her hips, each time a little faster.  She savored the pleasurable feeling as it slid and rubbed inside her wet, sticky passage.  She began to move her arms forward in waving serpentine motions as her hands, twisted and twirled, at last coming to rest on his broad shoulders just outside the base of his strong neck.

Once her enchanted hands were anchored on her lover’s thick trapezius, she slowly pulled herself in, all the while keeping her silken belly rolls going in time with her sashaying hips and swaying breasts.  Closer and closer she came, till her belly began to provocatively brush against his chiseled abs as they swelled to their apex, before flowing back in.  With each touch, electric tingling waves danced across her navel and his abs in unison!

As she pulled in ever closer, her pert peaks began to caress against his firm chest.  At their contact, hot and cold shivers raced through their bosoms to ricochet across their skin as alternating waves continued to spread from below.  Closer she came, her massive melons squashing against his unrelenting muscles, her rolling navel began to bump and tickle along his abs with every seductive wave.

Closer still she came.  Her eyes closed and her head tilted while her lips of wine reached out longingly waiting for a kiss.  Her lover did not hesitate at the invitation.

Wrapping his iron arms about her curvaceous form, he pressed her against him, drinking deeply from the well of her luscious lips.  Yet even in their ardent embrace, the Elf’s hips continued to shimmy and sway, her bottom to bump and bound, his long shaft to pierce and rub her honey-laden passage.

Again their tongues intertwined! Wrapping passionately, they danced between their eager mouths.  The Knight’s left hand held her head against his lips, while his right caressed and glided along her silken back and velvet buttocks.  Her hands remained wrapped around his neck, as her gyrating curves danced across his skin.  Inside them both, shivers ran up and down their torso and spine as they drown in the sensations of each other’s body.

At last, they parted for air, and smiling bewitchingly, the Elf pulled away from her Chevalier’s strong embrace.  His hands glided along her back and breasts as he let her retreat.  His chest still prickling and tingling from thousands of tiny pins, he felt the ghostly presence her pressed stems and crushed breasts left in their absence.

Her serpentine arms again stretching out to either side, the sultry elven Maiden now increased the tempo of her dance of seduction!  Her beguiling gaze looking straight into the Knight’s entranced eyes, she smiled bewitchingly.  No longer did it slowly sway and flow, instead in great zeal her whole frame began to quiver and shimmer in nimble motion!

Her shoulders rapidly shook as her ample bosom, rippled and bounced to each tumultuous tilt.  Her hips, as though possessed by some mammoth fish, shimmied and shuddered with pitch alacrity—seemly seeking to remove every drop of heated sweat by rapidly shaking it off.  Her bottom bounced fervently slapping against the Knight’s legs as her lusty thighs rose and fell in miniscule pulses from the rippling muscular ballet dancing beneath her skin.

In response, the Lady’s garden passage tightened and constricted more about her lover’s engorged shaft as the surrounding hip muscles all activated for the vigorous performance.  The small quick pulses of her thighs causing her hips rapid rise and fall, made the Knight’s sword stab fiercely within her tight passage.  Piercing and pressing vigorously against her wet honey-soaked inner walls, it sent fresh tingling waves reverberating throughout their joined loins.

A little hiss escaped the Knight’s lips at the feeling of her constricting tunnel, as the pressure and stimulation increased.  New icy-hot needles tickled his shaft as his man sack pulled taunt, loading the family jewels as a feeling of pressure rapidly began to build within them.

The Elf moaned softly, as she felt her own waves of burning pins reverberate within, but her relentless roiling hips didn’t miss a beat.  Nor did her quivering melons stop their hypnotic tremors, even as she could feel the pressure of her dam start to fill.

Again her arms enclosed her lover’s neck, as her whole body began to ripple.  Beginning in her upper back, her bosom would roll forward, its pert peaks grazing and pressing against his muscular chest in titillation. The surging wave would continue down her belly, her navel sending the undulations into her hips, which rose and fell in swift succession.  With each cycle, the delicate folds veiling her lady garden would glide along the Knight’s long shaft, while her tightened passage stroked it from all sides in relentless rhythm to her round rump cheeks smacking against his loins.

Wave after wave of ardor, pricking every pore, shot through the lovers’ merged members and radiated outward waltzing across their skin. Their breathing grew heavier as their hearts raced, passion welling up within both.

With each bounce of her hips, the Sylvan Maiden’s arousal drew whimpers and moans as they slipped forth from her luscious lips.  Ambrosia seeping out of her lover’s sword head, it mixed with her honey and coated his shaft as the ridges of her walls tingled in delight.  The burning fires began to pour into her veins, as a warm glow from within began suffusing throughout her silken skin.

The Knight’s iron arms wrapped his lover in another caressing embrace, as he closed his eyes and listened to her sultry moans synchronized to the beat of her thumping backside.  His head tilted back as her stroking garden passage, clamped firmly around his shaft, stimulated every inch—the profuse pressure threatening to burst forth from his manly pearls with each tingling slide.

Unable to contain himself, the Knight’s loins began to rise and meet her glistening peach bottom each time it fell.  The increased motion further arousing the couple’s passions, the waves of searing needles across their bodies provoked his sword to its limit as it began to quiver and throb.

The fey Maiden felt the shivering throbs of his meaty member deep inside her passage.  Her dam’s pressure nearly unbearable, the Lady tightened her arms about her lover’s neck—crushing her mighty melons deep into his heaving chest.  Her head was thrown back as her moans became long and labored.

A final thrust of his loins as it met her descending derriere, and the Knight’s throbbing sword, unable to hold at bay the unrelenting pressure any longer, sprayed his nectar deep into her garden passage in rhythmic jets. It spattered and coated the already honey-drenched walls.  In rejoinder, the Elf’s dam burst to release the tidal wave within.

Screaming in ecstasy to the sky above, the Maiden’s body quivered and convulsed in the uncontrollable pangs of pleasure as her lover’s nectar streams spurted into the torrential flood unleashed from within—her burning emotions at last cooling from the flow.  The lovers froze in their position as if time itself had stopped while they basked and relished in the transcendent pleasure of their culminated union. 

As the Knight’s throbbing sword quelled and the Sylvan Maiden’s quaking subsided, their bodies relaxed and collapsed together, his strong back taking the impact of the ground while she slumped atop his prone figure.  There they lay, his strong arms still wrapped around her sublime form, while she rested—head and arms on his broad chest.

For a time the only sound was the gentle lapping of water as their heavy breathing gradually returned to normal.  His eyes closed, and waves of love poured through the knight as he gently caressed his lover’s silken hair and velvet skin.  Her scents of jasmine and citrus soothingly lulled his senses, as his fingers wandered aimlessly, exploring every hollow and every rise of her sensual curves.  He was madly enthralled with each tiny detail of her graceful form and was doggedly determined to learn every secret it might hold!  Though her perfume was so pleasant and calming he couldn’t help drifting off to sleep.

For how long he slept he was unsure, but her stirring awoke him.  She sensually stretched in his loving embrace.  Opening his eyes, he found her emerald gaze devotedly staring into his as she softly smiled.

“Was my performance to my lord’s satisfaction,” she teased as her hand lightly caressed his right nipple.

“You have surpassed all I could have ever dreamed,” The Knight replied in honest admiration.  “I can only hope to experience such consummation again!”

Her velvet cheeks flushing, she laid her head back down on his chest as she softly whispered.  “You shall!  In matters of love, we elves will not be bested.”  She let her shapely calf and comely foot caress and glide along his leg.

“I have no doubts!” her lover replied in quiet adoration. “I could spend the rest of my life searching and never would I come upon such feminine perfection as I hold in my arms now!”

She sighed sweetly at his open confession, as her hand slid along his abs, past his navel, and down to his resting sword which she began to fondle and pet with the tips of her fingers.

Enjoying the arousing sensation, the Knight’s own hand floated across the fey Maiden’s graceful back, and dropped down under her armpit to begin gently squeezing and stroking her breast.  Her soft giggle informed him she enjoyed the attention.

“What part of me do you like the best?” she asked with a coy smile.

“Everything!” her lover answered emphatically.  “From your emerald eyes and golden hair, to your dainty feet, and all that is in between.”

“Your words embarrass me,” she lightly protested as her blush turned brighter.  “But if you had to pick one?” she pressed.

Sighing in compliance, the Knight thought a moment.

“If you are forcing me to choose a single aspect,” he began, “I would have to choose your soul.  For it alone defines the maiden I love, allowing all else to be possible,”

“A very astute and insightful answer,” she complimented him.  Then with a Cheshire smile added, “But I want to know what physical feature of mine you are most drawn to.”

He groaned.  “Why must you vex me so?” he asked half teasing.

“Because it is my precocious nature to torment my lover from time to time,” she taunted back.

Taking a deep breath he blew it out hard.  Silence followed as he thought deeply.  She continued to smile as she waited expectantly.

“Your alluring face arrests my eyes, while your voice tantalizes my ears, and your fragrances tickle my nose.  Your bountiful bosom delights my hands, and your lady garden’s honey pleases my tongue,” he said at last.

“That is five selections, not one,” she pointed out.

“It is one for each of my senses, as a different aspect of you holds them in rapt attention,” he countered.  “I didn’t know which one you wanted so I have provided them all.”

“I suppose I can expect no better an answer,” she teased in mock derision, though her crimson cheeks betrayed her unspoken delight.

“What physical aspect of me do you most adore?” the Knight asked attempting to turn the tables.

“I cannot deny that your sword holds much of my attention for its sweet, succulent, warm nectar and savory flavor,” she began as she continued to stroke it softly.  “However if I must choose one, I choose your heart,” she concluded laying her head back upon his chest.  “For without its beating within your mighty breast, nothing could give me joy.”

Gripping his elven lover under both arms the Knight drew her face to his and drank the wine of her succulent kisses as they lovingly embraced.

As their lips locked in ardent pleasure, the Elf’s hand continued to fondle her lover’s sword while her pleasing calf and shapely foot caressed his legs.  Letting one of his hands drift down to caress her round bottom, it reached between her cheeks and tickled the dainty velvet folds of her lady garden—his other continuing to squish and stroke her fantastic bosom.

Parting early, the Lady let her lips wander beneath her lover’s jaw and to his ear, where, with a soft giggle, she latched on with her teeth and began to nibble its upper edge.

“Turn about is fair play,” she whispered in sultry tones between nibbles as her arms wrapped around his thick neck.  Her shapely calf now fondling his shaft in long gliding strokes.

It was now the Knight’s turn to feel his crown invaded by the relentless pricking pins as they radiated out from his ear at every nip of her teeth, every lick of her tongue.  His blood boiled as his sword began to rise yet again, while her stroking calf continually aroused it.

When finally his elven lover paused in the torment of his wet ear, he spoke softly to her.  “You have given me a lifetime’s worth of pleasure in but a single afternoon.  Is there not something I might give you in return?”

“Ravish me!” she whispered fiercely in his glistening ear.  “Unleash the full force of your passions upon me that I might feel the extent of your love in all its ardor!  I will not recoil from you no matter the deed!”

A searing desire welling up uncontrollably from deep in his chest, the Knight huskily responded, “As you wish!”

With lightning speed, he rolled pinning her beneath his massive frame.

“Oh!” she let out in surprise.  Still, the Elf’s emerald eyes stared resolutely back into his, her face one of excitement.

Removing her arms from around his neck, he crossed both wrists over her head.  “You won’t be using these till I allow it,” he stated firmly.

“Do with me what you will,” she returned subserviently through sultry, expectant eyes.

Keeping her hands and wrists pinned in one of his, he rose on all fours above her.  Then he began to glide the head of his sword, along her inner thigh, past her lady garden, and across the rolling hills of her navel as it traced her comely curves.

Tingling trails lit up her nerves, as the tip of his shaft slid along her velvet skin.  Like his kisses before, its touch left a ghostly trail as her titillated senses stayed aroused long after his member’s touch had long moved on.  The Maiden’s only response was the quickening of her breath as she bathed in the feelings of pleasure.

He let his mighty member circle round her mountainous melons, first one then passing between them, drifting to the other, like a snake slithering round two rocks.  She reveled in his caress as it stimulated her bounteous breasts.

As shivers coursed through her bosom she inhaled deeply, attempting to push them out as far as possible that they might brush and graze his stimulating member to their fullest.  Watching his sword’s every move as his pearls softly bounced and wobbled, she smiled in loving delight at her Knight.  With bated breath, she wondered where his next teasing touch might wander as it grazed her supple skin.

After circling her lusty peaks a few times, his sword, slipped between them one last time, before skimming along the graceful length of her porcelain neck.  Upon reaching her jawline, it slid back and forth along its contours.

At the feather-light touch teasingly tickling beneath her jaw, the Lady squirmed slightly from the tortuously pleasurable sensation.  Soft little giggles escaping her lips, she shook and bobbed her head in a vain attempt to dislodge the taunting member from under her jaw.  Deftly her lover eluded her attempts till he was ready to move on.

Finally, it rose to crest her fine chin and danced between its tip and her full bottom lip.  She whined lightly as her mouth opened expectantly and her tongue attempted to reach its tantalizing snack.

Grinning devilishly, the Knight circled his wanted sword up around her lips and to the tip of her nose.  His elven lover’s mouth vainly chased after her coveted prize as she whined and moaned in begging supplication.  Only to be denied as the cherished treasure slipped back down to her chin.

After extending her torment for a seeming eternity, as measured by the Lady, he, at last, allowed her lips to lock lustfully around her tasty treat.  With a satisfied purr, she let her tongue lick and lap its savory head.

As her desire grew stronger from the zesty flavor, the Elf began to pull and suck the craved meat.  Her lips clamped tighter as each suckling grew more tenacious than the last, only to have her lover abruptly retract the hearty head from her still-wanting mouth.

“You shall not satiate your lusty hunger yet,” he vexingly taunted the Maiden.  Her whining pout put a broad smile on his lips.  “Patience, my pet,” he teased her.  ”You shall get all that is coming to you, I promise.”

His hand still entrapping her wrists, he pressed down upon her.  Crushing her angelic form under his, he drank deeply from the well of her lips.

Only once she panted and gasped for air, did he cease to drain her well, and begin to taste of her pear-flavored flesh as he drowned her neck, ears, and collarbones in his torrent of torrid kisses.  Each one tenderly revelled in the tastes and citrus scents of the Maiden’s tantalizing pelt.

His lover sighed in pleasure at the attention her velvet skin received, closed her eyes, and concentrated on the trails of witch-fire his mouth branded across her form.  Each touch of his lips set her pores on fire, while his breath sent shivers racing down her spine.  Blissful sensations coursed within her bosom as she basked in his fervent attention.

Then suddenly it all stopped!  Lifting her to a kneeling position, her hands still trapped in his, a finger from his free grip flowed down her arm, to teasingly tickle her dainty pit.  Lyrical laughter rang out as she wriggled and floundered in vain attempt in extricating herself from the diabolical torture.  Only when her gasps began to drown her laughter, did her chevalier, at last, cease his torment.

As she gulped in air, the Knight finally released her hands as he slid in behind her.  Not waiting for her to regain her breath, he leaned in and again began to press his hungering lips against her elegant neck, while both his hands caressed and fondled her bounteous buxom bosom.  His engorged sword began to rub and slide between her legs along the petals of her intimacy, while her ruby, protruding between her bottom cheeks, cast a reflected red light on their intimate parts.

Tilting her head back and resting it on his shoulder, the Sylvan Maiden reveled in the scintillating sensations of her manly lover’s embrace.  With each squeeze of her melons, delicious waves of prickling pins radiated across them and through her navel.  Each vigorous slide of his meaty member titillated her intimate folds with teasing a caress, sending waves of needles through her loins with the fires of passion.  Her seductive whimpers and moans, the music of love to her Knight’s ears, elicited once again from her longing lips.

With a last fondling squeeze of her breasts, her lover’s hands slid to her shoulders and thrust her down on her elbows and forearms as an abrupt cry of surprise escaped her lips.  With a single strapping knee, he spread her legs wide apart revealing her lady garden’s full blooming glory while her ruby sparkled above, as his hands slid down her shapely back and through her long shimmering hair.  She purred and sighed at the soothing sensation, as she waited expectantly for what was to come next.

As his hands gripped firmly around her hips, his sword carefully parted her garden veil, prodding around till it found the entrance of her secret passage.  Once its head peeked in, with one swift motion the long blade thrust deeply!

“Oooooh!” she cried in response, before cooing and closing her eyes at the satisfying sensation of again being filled completely with her lover’s strong shaft.

“That’s it!” she whispered.  “Pierce me!  Stab me!  Let me feel all of your passion!”

Smiling, the knight began to pull and push with long slow thrusts of his shaft. Using nearly its full length to slide and rub along the extent of her garden passage, he rhythmically began to pull her hips with each plunge of his sword.

“Mmmmmm!” his elven lover murmured in response to the delicious sensations it sent tingling through her luscious loins.  Relaxing her neck, she let her head hang down as she reveled in the piquant pounding her feminine passage was indulging.  Mentally she traced each wave of needles as they trickled across her loins and down her inner thighs.

Slowly each stab of his sword increased in speed, becoming quicker, sharper, and more vigorous as it plumbed her sticky, wet passage thoroughly and completely pressing and poking her secret spot.  In short order, the Lady’s voluminous bottom cheeks began to be slapped by the Knight’s lusty loins with a resounding smack as they collided.

“Yes, yes, YES!” the Maiden repeated as the thrusting intensity within her honey-drenched canal continued to build and send further waves of pleasure ricocheting across her lower extremities.

The Knight watched with satisfaction as little rippling waves cascaded through her velvet buttocks to the tempo of each smack.  The tantalizing sight grew too overpowering and he released a hand to give it a smart spank across its undulating cheek!

“Oh!” his lover chirped in surprise at the sharp sting that left her silky skin buzzing from the ghostly print in her stimulated nerves.  “Oh! Ooh! OH!” She repeated to each succeeding smack!

Her left cheek now sporting a red hand mark, the Knight stopped his spanking to return his hand to her vacant hip.  Upon doing so, he increased the fervor of his thrusting again!  Now his sword swept in and out in rapid succession as it pierced deep into her lady garden.  Her honey mixing with his ambrosia, the viscous fluid began to leak and drip from her dainty, soft garden lips as his long glistening shaft retracted.  Only to spurt and ooze out more as it rammed deep inside again!

The wet slurping mixed and mingled melodiously with the sharp slap of the Elf’s peach bottom against her lover’s loins.

Her veins flowing streams of fire, her skin a molten carpet stabbed by icy needles, the Lady’s seductive moans grew ever more labored as her internal dam swelled from the tidal wave of mounting pressure from within.

“More!” She whispered fiercely between pants.  “Harder!  I want it all!” she moaned.

Her bouncing bosom pitched back and forth in hypnotic seduction to the shaking of her body as her sensuous hips and bottom were relentlessly slammed by her lover’s loins.   She could feel his meaty member was beginning to quiver and throb as it mercilessly pierced and rubbed her sticky, wet garden passage.  She knew it wouldn’t be much longer before the climax, but she wanted more!

“Not yet!” she panted as her mighty melons flapped about.  “Just a bit more!  Just a bit longer!” she pleaded, her eyes closed as wisps and faeries darted and danced across the inside of her lids.

Gritting his teeth, the Knight fought back against the overwhelming pressure in his manly pearls.  He knew soon nothing could hold back the tidal wave, but still he fought on vainly at his lover’s request.  All the while never stopping his relentless perforation of her dainty, wet, passage, as honey and ambrosia spurted and drooled out freely with each mighty thrust.

And then it came.  Unable to hold the pressure back any longer, the Knight gave one last forceful thrust of his mighty throbbing sword.  Then, bending over his elven lover’s back, he released her hips and grabbing her breasts with both hands, pulled and squeezed them tightly as his nectar sprayed forth into her sticky, wet garden passage with violent throbbing pulses!

At the sudden simultaneous sensation of her mighty melons being crushed and stretched and his wanton nectar squirting within her, the Lady’s dam broke!  Her legs and loins trembled and quivered in ecstasy, her secret passage constricting round her lover’s throbbing shaft, her wail of erotic pleasure sounded across the loch.

The Knight’s muscular glutes tightened and contracted as his sword pumped his lover full of his effluent nectar.  Slowly relaxing as its throbbing dribbled to its conclusion.  Only then did his hands relax and release her luscious melons from their tight embrace.  As he straightened up, the Sylvan Maiden, spent, slumped to the verdant grass below gasping for air.  Her hips, still elevated by her knees, continued to quiver and tremble with the aftershocks of their latest round of ardent love. Her ruby, shivering along with the rest of her bottom, twinkled as the light danced off its faceted head.

The Knight, entranced at the vision of erotic beauty his Elf displayed, gently caressed her lower back and buttock as she her spasms subsided.  Then without waiting for her to fully regain her composure, he rolled her over, straddled her quivering navel, and placing his resting sword between her heaving breasts, crushed them together!  His loins slowly thrusting, he attempted to revive his manhood between her luscious melons.

As the Lady’s eyes fluttered open, she was stunned to find her lover already at work!  With mixed curiosity and suspense, she placed her hands atop her lover’s.

“Does your passion, know no limits?” she asked in wonder.

“You asked for it all,” he reminded her.  “So all you shall receive!”  In wordless acceptance, she began to gently roll her bosom in waves along his buried sword.

After some vigor, her actions bore fruit as the Knight felt his boiling blood begin to seep once again into his sleeping shaft.  Not long after, his buried head began to peak out from between her supple mounds.  The Elf involuntarily smiled as she again nurtured it to full size.

Soon it was tempered and hard.  Upon its complete revival, her lover climbed off her belly and throwing her foot over his head, slipped between her thighs.  She barely had processed what occurred, and already he was piercing her garden passage with his mighty member as he thrust deeply into her canal!

She gave no resistance, but instead laid her head back into the soft verdant grass, and looked up into the filtered sunlight that shone between the leaves above.  Her body still somewhat numb from their last bout of love, she did not expect there to be many sensations now—but come they did!

 At first she didn’t recognize the pins and needles as they hummed about her bottom and loins, for they started out faint.  This largely owed to the fact her over stimulated nerves were still unfeeling from her last inner torrential wave, but slowly they crept along her legs till she felt them in her knees and calves.  Then releasing one hand from her hips, her lover using his thumb, began to gently brush and stroke her delicate hidden bud nestled within the top of her garden veil’s soft folds.

Instantly electric pulses shot through her navel, and deep into her nerves as her bud relished in the stimulation!  Surprised at the sudden sensation, the Elf turned her head and moaned softly.  It was just the signal the Knight needed to know he had found a new source of pleasure for his Sylvan lover.

As his thrusting increased in tempo, the Maiden felt rapid electric shocks fire profusely from her constantly stimulated bud.  The jolts drove deep into her hips and navel, and seemed to scorch her innards with countless waves of pins and needles as they ran up and down her spine to torment her extremities further away.  More particularly, the building pressure of her dam seemed to be stirring into a full-on hurricane as the electric pulses tumultuously charged her coming storm!

“Oh! Ooooooooooo! Ahn! Ahhh!”  Moan and whimper leaped from her lips in rapid succession.

His own pressure fit to bursting, the Knight increased the speed of her bud’s stimulation as he pounded her garden as fast as he could!

Her storm, now at full fury, blasted through her dam and mercilessly shook her whole frame with its ire!  Her toes curled as her back arched and the Elf’s erotic cry of ecstasy sounded longer and louder than any before!  Her quivering hips

caused her drenched garden passage to constrict and squeeze out her lover’s nectar from his pulsing, throbbing sword.

Squirting the sticky nectar into the maelstrom, as it washed all through her erogenous zones, only seemed to agitate the storm more!  As her shaking body shuddered uncontrollably, her hands grasped and clenched the verdant grass all around.

Holding her tightly in his strong arms, The Knight refused to let her hips wriggle apart from his pulsing member as it pumped her wet, flowing canal.  Then as quickly as her inner tropical storm came, it subsided, and her contorting frame again relaxed as her heaving bosom rose and fell in time with her panting breath.

His sword, spent for the fifth time, slipped out of her as its soft form still connected to her lady garden with a webbing of honey and ambrosia that stretched and strung between the two.  The strands lasted only a momentary duration before gravity snapped them in two and their threads elastically retracted to form tiny glistening beads on the lovers’ wet intimate parts.   

Trickles of his nectar seeped out from between the folds of her velvet garden veil and started to drip down her leg and seat.  In response, a fine slim finger appeared, and wiped away the sticky trails before depositing the coveted flavor within the Lady’s luscious lips.

“Ooooooooooo!” she cooed as her senses returned.  “Your passion is as fervent as your nectar is sweet!”  She smiled like a cat pleased with its catch.

She rolled over to look at him through sultry emerald eyes.  Her gaze gloated over her Knight’s fine form.  His broad shoulders knotted with muscle.  His thick neck carried his fine-featured face.  His heavy chest, its nipples still pert, reflected the late afternoon sun off its sweat-soaked surface.  His chiseled abs flexed as he breathed, his strong, thick thighs holding aloft his kneeling frame. Of course, his wet, glistening sword, spent, dangled before his jewel-carrying man purse.

The lingering taste of his nectar still tickling her tongue, the elven Maiden, twisted and seductively crawled towards her lover.  He watched her with curious, enraptured suspense.  Once her face hovered before his loins she stopped her feline crawl.

“Thank you, my lord,” she replied provocatively.  “That was magnificent!  Please accept my humble token of gratitude.” She continued with a wink.

Then, reaching in with her head, she opened her mouth and sticking out her tongue wrapped it around his glistening sword. Her guiding tongue sinuously directed the limp shaft back into her luscious mouth as her red lips closed around its illustrious head.

Once ensconced within, she began to tenderly nibble her darling treasure using the lightest touch of her teeth.

“Oooh!” the Knight let out in startled pleasure at this unexpected new sensation.  “Your mouth truly is magical!” he commended his lover, his left hand caressing golden locks along the back of her head.

She smiled up at him without releasing her prize, and merely licked its head in response.

Slowly, carefully she worked.  Lightly nibbling his savory meat, she would draw it further within the halls of her tongue, only to hold it as she fastidiously licked it clean.  At length it sparkled from its washing, saluting the sun as it proudly stood like a peacock.

Sitting back to admire her work, the Maiden smiled in satisfaction.  “And now I shall pause this fine feast for a drink,” she concluded.

Her lover accompanied her to the water’s edge, where she again knelt and cupping her hands drank from its cool, refreshing content.

Sitting down behind her, the Knight sensuously began to knead and massage the supple velvet skin of her neck, back, and shoulders.  His fingers softly glided across her skin, only to pause, press, and push her silky coat into little rolling ridges before smoothing it back out with his palms.

“Mmmmmm!” she purred.  “Is this something you practiced, or does it merely come natural to you?” the Lady asked eyes closed as she basked in the luxurious feeling.

Her lover laughed, “Practiced?  Aye, from a lifetime of nursing sore and weary muscles after bitter days on the field of battle.”

“Not the practice I imagined, but it is practice nonetheless,” she acknowledged.  “Whatever the case, your fingers are divine!”

The Sylvan Maiden knelt there letting her lover’s lavish hands fondle and brush her smooth, supple skin, reveling in the opulent feeling of his warm palms as they drained any fatigue away.  His fingers gliding across her back, they followed the hollow of her gently sloping spine.  Pausing periodically along the way to roll and knead her velvet epidermis, or brush her flaxen hair softly to the side, or to caress her luscious pelt with his kisses as they savored her ripe pear flavor.

Slowly he worked, starting along the nape of her fine neck, then rolling across her shapely shoulders, his hands fondled and stroked her silken slopes.  Stretching out to her full lithe length, the Elf rest her head on her forearms as she drank in this opulent service her lover levied upon her.  His hands worked their way under her arms, his fingers longingly, lovingly petting her squashed breasts as they peeked out on either side of her ribs.

With tender titillating touch, his fingertips fondled her melons in rolling waves as they traced along their outer curves till they again met her wondrous ribs.  From there only to swell up onto her silky back, and glide along the ridge of her scapula, dropping back to her armpits to repeat their embracing circuit.  Once, twice, thrice, again and again they teased her tantalizing tatas!  Finally, on their fifth circuit, they moved on to the tempting pastures of her lower back.

Upon finding her shallow, The Knight’s hands paused there as his lips again reached in to caress the nape of his lover’s neck.  Chills raced up and down her spine at his breath, and she sighed softly as his fervent lips paid due homage to her magnificent beauty.  His kisses worked down her flowing spine till they covered half the distance to his warm hands.  Then he raised his head and his hands resumed their gliding dance.

They worked out from her spine, curving down around her waist till they rested on the ridges of her hips, only to slowly retreat back towards her tailbone.  He reached in and, licking the tip of her ear, whispered, “I love you!  Every inch of you!”

The fey Maiden blushed and smiled timidly.  “Your amorous words are echoed by my own heart!  It is you I want in my arms, in my bed, beside me always, my love!”

She turned, raised her head, and they shared a long tender, passionate kiss.  As their lips parted the Knight’s hands slipped down from her tail to the luscious lands of her round rolling perfect peach bottom.  Each hand claiming a cheek all to itself, they basked in her velvet hills, kneading, rolling, squeezing as her silky, supple skin rippled and folded about them, while her scintillating ruby sparkled as it tilted and shifted to the motions.

She cooed and stretched in pleasure as her rump was roundly worshiped.  She let the tingling pleasure of his touch wash over her relaxed body and giggled as she felt his exploring fingers slip in between her voluminous dunes, ring around her ruby’s silver rim, and tease and taunt the dainty folds of her garden veil and inner thighs.

Finally, as her garden passage began to tingle in anticipation, the Lady raised up onto her elbows, sensuously stretching with a happy little sigh.

“Less I forget and fall asleep, I challenge you to our second contest of this fine festival,” she purred coyly.

[Continued in Part 3]