Reason prevails

From Torg Adventure

With a herculean effort you pull from her sending gobs of white cum all over her belly and breasts. Tri'lanna looks a little confused, but soon is wiping herself clean with her fingers, depositing the cum on the grassy area by the bed. After she has cleaned most of the goo from her tits and belly she surprises you by licking her fingers clean. Thomas was right you decide as your cock twitches in response, elves are creatures of sex. Nothing seems to be beyond them. You begin to realize that all those crazy stories he told you might be true after all.

Drawing Tri'lanna into your embrace you settle down for the night hoping that the scent of sex does not attract any nasty wildlife. Tri'lanna buries her head against your chest, and as you drift off to sleep you can feel her lips gently caressing your skin. Morning comes quickly as you wake with Tri'lanna squirming in your arms.

By the time you are fully awake you feel her lips encircling your semi-hard cock and bring it back to full hardness. This is the life! you think to yourself as you lie on you back enjoying the morning sucking. Tri'lanna's head bobs up and down on your shaft while her tongue swirls in circles around your swollen knob and in less than three minutes, you explode deep into her throat. With a self satisfied smile, Tri'lanna lifts her head form your softening prick and licks her lips.

That morning you pause at the first stream you pass to wash the layer of dried cum that covers her torso. Taking the time to fill and heat your largest pot with the cold water from the stream you watch Tri'lanna as she wades through the near icy waters. By the time the water in the pot was pleasantly warm you see Tri'lanna returning with three fat trout that she caught in the stream. Splitting open the fish and skewering the pale flesh with thin shafts of wood you prop the trout over the coals and motion for your companion to remove her dress.

Tri'lanna slips the tunic from her shoulders and unfastens the belt letting the soft wool drop to her feet. Stepping towards you with her arms outstretched her invitation is unmistakable.

"Not now Tri, you tell her as you dip a rag into the warm water. Let's get cleaned up a little." She looks confused at first, but as you wash the accumulated the layers of dried cum and dirt from her body she soon relaxes and stands quietly as you get to examine every inch of her body as you wash her. The dried on cum and dirt slide as smoothly from her pale skin as the twigs and mud slipped from her hair last night, but the crude blue goblin mark defeated every one of your attempts to wash it away, the mark seemed to have soaked into her skin like a tattoo. Even when you used a handful of sand from the brook roughly enough to raise red marks on her skin the ugly mark remained reminding you of her captivity.

It is a wonder the goblins were even able to overcome this woman, you had assumed they had caught her by surprise, but over the past two days you have noticed that Tri'lanna is more aware of the surroundings than you. You pride yourself on your woodland awareness, but it was usually Tri'lanna that noticed the movement of deer in a distant hillside, or heard the sound of a squirrel chattering high above in the trees. You laugh out loud as you remember thinking she might be a burden as you travelled into the mountains.

The next few days proceed along this pattern, Tri'lanna happily travels with you, finding berries and eggs along the way and sharing your bedroll each night, satisfying you with her limber body or her dexterous tongue. Yesterday you took her from behind as she braced herself against the smooth trunk of a fallen poplar tree; you even eased a finger into her puckered ass hole fingering her as you pumped in and out of her cunt.

The way Tri'lanna responded to the extra stimulation made pulling out of her tight cunt even more difficult than usual. By now Tri'lanna is accustomed to your abrupt withdrawals and she was able to whirl around and catch your shooting cock in her mouth swallowing every last drop.

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