Life prevails
From Torg Adventure
A vision of Tri'lanna, her belly swollen with your child, riding you in wild sexual abandon, her small breasts enlarged in preparation of feeding the baby, fills your mind. The thought so inflames your lust that you pound harder into her lithe body, finally exploding inside the elf maid with a passion and ecstasy you've never experienced before. Your climax seems to last for hours as you enter the endless now of orgasm. Your lover's body quivers and grasps you as she also comes with a fury. Your outcries merge with Tri'lanna's elvish singing, which scares roosting birds from the nearby trees. Your cum floods her willing womb in near continuous squirts.
As your orgasm dies, the elf pulls your head to hers, and she kisses you, her delicate tongue exploring the depths of your mouth. She keeps squirming under you, and something inside her sex massages you, keeping your shaft thick and hard. Thomas was right about elvish girls knowing things human women didn't.
When her hips renew their surge up into you, you thrust slow and hard into her tunnel, now even slipperier with your cum. You've never been able to start again without resting, though you're previous lovers said you were faster than most. Having just emptied yourself in her womb, you last a long time. You drive into Tri'lanna relentlessly.
Her next climax arches her back severely and releases her screams. You can feel her interior pulsing around your stiffness, but you're not ready to come yet. She writhes for a long time, and then is coming again only a minute later.
Her ecstasy and the magnificent feeling of her body makes you pound into her faster, while looming over her body. You open your eyes wide and growl when the elf sucks your nipple into her mouth. Your tempo doubles, and Tri'lanna groans into your chest as she joins you in orgasm. This time the pulsing spasm of her sex brings your seed out in full force. You roar as you hold your prick as deeply inside her as you can, it's tip belching gouts of jism into her belly.
You both collapse in mindless pleasure, so tired that you fall asleep still deeply buried in her elvish tunnel. All thoughts of the devastation of the past few days is kindly erased from your memory, at least while you sleep. You dream of sex with Tri'lanna, pregnant bellies, and happy children with pointed ears.
What do you wake up to?
