Undress her gently
From Torg Adventure
A ring with three big keys hangs from the dead goblin’s belt. Kneeling at his side you are able to twist the ring off its clasp and still croutching at her feet, use the medium sized key to unlock the iron shackles binding the elf’s slender ankles loosely together. Her legs tremble as your hands stroke the reddened skin where the metal rubbed against her. From this position, the scent of her juices is intoxicating, and you are tempted to grab her ass and bury your head between the shredded remains of her skirt, but you don’t want to continue the elf maid’s nightmare. Tossing the shackles to the side, you stand again and are surprised when she presses her nearly naked body against you again.
Even through the thick layer of the homespun sleeve, the warmth of her breasts as they press against your arm sends a charge of desire through your entire frame. Gently, so as not to scare her you stroke her pale cheek with your hand marveling at the soft smoothness of her skin as your fingertips carefully lift her chin and your lips caress hers. The elf’s lips flutter in response to your careful kiss and you take that as an invitation to continue.
You catch her hand in yours and lead her away from the bloody bodies of her captors towards the large oak tree that the Goblin had earlier indicated. The grass under the tree looked soft and clean and she must prefer that to the blood-soaked soil by the fence. She follows you without a word stepping with the grace of a dancer. Her tattered skirt does little to hide the long line of her thighs and she seems unconcerned that her bodice has been pushed down around her slender waist exposing her small breasts to your hungry eyes. She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Even the slave mark drawn on her white skin that breaks the perfect smoothness of her shoulders and neck does nothing to detract from her nymph-like charms.
Three leather sacks made from crudely sewn sheepskins lie under the tree next to a bundle wrapped in a golden cloth embroidered with scarlet and purple leaves are resting under the tree, but you are consumed by your need for this angel.
Once under the majestic oak, you take her face in both your hands and lift her to meet your hungry lips. Your tongue finds a gap between her soft lips and slips past them teasing her as you search for a chance to explore her mouth. She lets out a soft moan and her teeth part granting you the access you are looking for. The kiss is long and deep as your tongue touches hers and then moves to taste the warmth of her soft cheeks and feel the perfect evenness of her small teeth.
Despite your best attempts to encourage her she is passive as you kiss her, and does not respond with the passion you had hoped to ignite. As your kiss deepens your hands tear at the buckles and ties that fasten your clothes, eager to be free of the layers of clothing. Once you’ve removed your belt and freed your tunic you pull her soft hand under the material pressing her palm against your chest. Her hand is small in yours and the warmth and softness of her touch feels fantastic as you drag her fingers over your hard nipples and into the triangle of hair covering the center of your upper chest.
Finally lifting your lips from hers, you follow the delicate jaw line of her face up to the base of her long ears. A soft down of ash white hairs are visible starting just behind her ears, and with your face only inches away from her neck, your warm breath makes the tiny hairs flutter like the wings of a butterfly. Your breath on her neck evokes another moan, and her hand on your chest moves a little on its own for the first time.
Freeing the drawstring of your trousers lets them fall away and your hand pushes the short linen underwear off your hips finally freeing your throbbing member. Since you first saw the goblins leading the shackled elf into the burnt village you have had a monster erection and although you know that this woman has suffered terribly, your need for release is intense. Pulling her firmly against you, you can feel its hardness throbbing against the remains of her silk top that still covers the firm muscles of her abdomen.
Your fingers return to the petite body of the elf stroking first her slight shoulders and arms feeling the firmness of the muscles under the silky soft skin. Soon your hands are working at the tatter laces that keep her torn bodice from falling. Murmuring encouraging noises as you slip off her top, your hands now return to her body. Using the backs of your fingers to caress her pert mounds you are rewarded with the sight of her small nipples tightening in response. The pink tips are smaller than any woman’s you’ve seen, but on her tits they look perfect.
This time it’s your turn to groan as your mouth dips to capture one of her buds and suckle it feeling it harden even more against your tongue. Your hand completely covers her other breast feeling its softness against your calloused palm tighten into a hard nub as well. After one last taste you lift your mouth from her teat. Urgently pulling your tunic over your head you slide your arms down her slender back and pull her firmly against your naked torso and feel her cheek rest against your shoulder. Your fingers find the hooks that hold her skirt to her waist, and soon the last bit of clothing separating your two bodies falls silently to the grass at your feet.
It feels like your first time when one of the village girls led you into a barn after a dance and offered herself to you. You are eager, and nervous, and excited, intensely aroused by the beauty of the woman before you, but afraid to scare her or take advantage of her. With the exception of a few timid strokes from her hand and her responsive moans when you find a particularly sensitive spot, she has remained passive. She hasn’t given any indication that she wants you to stop, but neither has she given you much reason to believe she wants you to continue.
It would be so easy to lay her on the soft grass and slide between her thighs and press into her. You could make both of you forget the horror of the past three days and feel nothing but the pleasure of your thick shaft stretching her tight pussy.
What happens next?
