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"Well. You'd think a place called the Valley of Scribes would have more information to find within it. And that it might be a valley."

Briona and Eskander had just spent the past two days wandering through a seemingly endless expanse of stinky, muddy wasteland, all in search of an ancient monument that she'd read about in one of her books. The book talked it up as a historical marvel, a ritual site that was supposed to hold the secrets of the ancient elves, the usual kind of thing that Briona got excited about. The princess was often to seek out such places when they were near, since she had Eskander along for the ride anyway, and he may as well have to work to earn his keep. And work he did, through an incredibly dangerous "valley" full of things that wanted both of them dead.

And after all that, when they finally found the monument, it turned out to be nothing more than a pile of rocks with a mild magical current running through it. Certainly nothing Briona hadn't seen before, and not worth all the hassle. She honestly felt a little bad for putting Eskander through all that, though he would have his reward, as usual, once they were back in civilization.

When they finally, finally reached the inn, Briona saw to the room arrangements and let Eskander get the door. She set her traveling satchel down on one of the two beds, then sat down on the edge.

"I apologize that it wasn't what I hoped," she said. "You're not hurt, are you? Need I heal you at all?"

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She makes a satisfied noise in the back of her throat at the kiss to her neck, and she settles back comfortably as he eases up behind her. The drag of his cock along her skin makes her tingle, a feeling that only gets stronger as Eskander pleases himself with touching her. Briona squirms in his grip, bending her back to press her belly and her breasts and her hips against his worshipful touches. Her eyes close, and she relaxes at his mercy.

He is the first human she's ever been with this way, and before she had no idea how their large size would appeal to her in the bedroom. But Eskander is not only big, he's strong, and his hands and his fingers and just the way he's tall enough to nearly engulf her are all things she's come to enjoy.

Her hum is a little higher pitched when his cock slips between her thighs. That's another thing about him much bigger than the average elf man. She's had her mouth and her hands on it, and she's grown to appreciate the size of it, too. Briona sighs with pleasure as its girth slowly, indulgently rubs between her legs-- and she shivers when it brushes her labia, sending a delicious chill up her spine.

"That's nice... ah!" She squeaks at the nip, but doesn't pull away. "Excuse you..."

He does have size on her. He's just an inch or two shy of six feet and that really does mean that he practically engulfs her when he wraps his arms around her, especially because his body is wiry and full of muscle. He's not the largest swordsman to ever wield a blade, but compared to an elf? Certainly. That's one thing he likes about this: it's exotic, for both of them. The fact that she's so willing to give him pleasure in exchange for protection is another.

He laughs breathlessly against the shell of her ear as she admonishes him for the bite. His teeth close against the earlobe and he gives it a little tug, just his cock slides easily through the gap in her thighs again, a shudder running through him as he drags it against the wet of her sex. She's right there and it'd be so easy to take her - but he respects her wishes. He does and he will.

"What's wrong?" He teases, tongue curling against her ear, "Don't want people to know that an elegant, refined little thing like you is taking it from a human sellsword?"

It's... a tease, but he gets off a little on the idea. His teeth graze her ear once more and then her neck, threatening a hickey or mark of he gets his way.

She shivers again as he mouths her earlobe. He knows an elf's ears are sensitive, the bastard, and knows he can get her purring if he toys with them. She leans back against him further, letting her arm relax rather than trying to hold herself up with it. It puts her hand in the right position to reach back and do a little aimless touching of her own, mostly hitting his arm and shoulder.

Well, two can play at that game. "Oh, what my people would think, if they knew their princess debased herself with a brutish human..." She adds a thick layer of drama to her voice. "And not once. Not twice. But at his beck and call..."

She tightens her thighs slightly, dragging him against her folds again with a timed wiggle of her hips. That had not, perhaps, been the original plan, but... by the ancients, it did feel nice, thick and warm and hard, rubbing against her.

"What would you do, if you could show me off?"

"I think I'd like them to know that. Think about the looks we'd get..." Eskander replies with a note of relish in his voice. He's still focusing the attention of his mouth on her ear, trailing little licks and nibbles and sending warm breath skipping over it whenever he has the chance. His other arm has joined the first, snaking under her neck and wrapped around her shoulders, fingers lightly skimming the dip of her clavicle. His other hand is lavishing attention on her belly and then her breasts, teasing first one and then the other with touches against her nipples and sharper ones against the firmer flesh, nails digging in to leave little white lines. As proof of their passage.

His hips work again in that slow, lazy thrust, a low hiss of breath forced out of him as the flesh of her thighs grip at him as he pushes through and against her. He has to answer her question still, but the pleasure of sliding the engorged, heated shaft of his cock between those slick, oiled thighs of hers is a bit distracting. Her skin is smooth and clean and perfect.

"What would I do...? I'd bend you over a table in the common room and take you right there. I'd make sure everyone knew what a filthy little minx you really are behind closed doors!"

"My father would absolutely despise you," she purrs. "My family would be scandalized. Utter disgrace..." It's mostly true. A bit exaggerated, perhaps... Her fellow elves would shudder at the thought of a human touching their royalty, but they'd understand Briona's zeal for exploring and studying to protect that culture, and whatever she had to do to do so.

Not that she'll tell Eskander that. Not when he seems to enjoy it this much.

She wonders if he'll notice how warm her skin is becoming as she starts to flush all over. Every little drag of his fingers on her skin adds fuel to the heat starting to burn in the pit of her belly. Every playful little nip and lick of her ears makes it worse.

And the firm, slick velvet of his cock sliding back and forth between her legs has the effect of dumping oil into the flame, making her breath quicken. She's getting wet, only adding to the slickness as he thrusts between her thighs.

"Take me in public?" she teases. "Let them all hear me moan and beg for you. Let them all see how you've claimed me, and won an elven princess all for your own?"

"Wouldn't be the first," he murmurs in response against her ear. He keeps his mouth right there, pausing in his dirty little murmurings so he can suckle the very tip of one ear between his lips and run his warm, wet tongue against it, teasing her. They're both becoming heated by now, skin flushed, sweat starting to bead as the room seems to grow hotter (and with it, the smell of arousal, the smell of sex). He worms his way closer, hips still moving in those lazy, slow thrusts, back and forth, dragging his cock between her thighs, pressing it up against the slickened, wet surface of her labia with each thrust. He's changed the angle slightly, deliberately trying to drag as much of his shaft across her as he can. Both for his pleasure and for her own.

"Won? I'd tell them that this was how she paid me. That you were giving me this like some sort of whore..." He's pressing his luck a bit, possibly. He enjoys teasing like this; a mocking sort of dirty, filthy speech. He just hopes he doesn't press it too far. Especially because his cock catches against her and it makes his toes curl, the slow warmth in her belly picking up, heart skipping as a low groan is torn out of him. He lowers his head from her ear finally to bury lips against her neck again, the meat of his palm grinding against a nipple as he tries to expand his touch and his impact on her.

"And I bet you'd moan so prettily, too," he mumbles against her skin, trailing the hand that was against her collar bone up, past her chin, probing at her lips with a pair of fingers.

Were this any other context, she'd slap him for the whore comparison. But this is all part of the game right now. And it's not like that's precisely incorrect, either. She's just grateful that of all the sleazy mercenaries in all the world, she managed to fall in with Eskander, who for all his sleaze has a sense of decency about him, and has always toed the line when it comes to their arrangement. He knows she's not a whore, and respects where she's said her limits are.

She tilts her thighs to adjust to his new angle, rocking her hips back just slightly to ensure he rubs in just the right places for all his effort. Ancients, that cock is driving her mad. It fills her mouth, and feels so good grinding on her. Imagine how it would feel if she let him slip it inside her, recklessness be damned.

The thought is brief, and she chases it away before it can tempt her.

At the hand fondling her breast, she gives him one of those pretty moans, sweet and strained. "Like that," she murmurs. "But would they blame me? My guardian takes such good care of me."

She takes his fingertips in her mouth and suckles them briefly, teasing with the tip of her tongue.

Well, Eskander knows that she says she's not a whore and he's willing to respect what she calls herself. What he privately thinks might be something different, but he knows not to express that - at least not to royalty. He did use to be nobility, after all. And that meant having a sense of decorum. But that's not what he really likes about her. She's smart and intelligent and incredibly beautiful, along with being witty. The pleasure... well. That's a bonus.

He digs his teeth into the soft flesh of her throat and then gives it a long, suckling kiss, just bove the crook of the shoulder. The flesh will be purpling there after a moment - he's actually marked her this time, but it's low enough that her usual mode of dress ought to hide it from prying eyes. He simply takes a bit of pleasure in toeing the line (although never quite crossing it).

Then again, the feeling of her hot, wet cunt so close to him is slowly driving him a bit insane. Everytime his cock drags between her oil-slick thighs and angles up against her, he strains, feeling his toes curl and his own sense of arousal and need heighten. He wants her and he wants her badly, but he can't really have her, as easy as it would be to just slide in, considering how wet she feels. He still angles as close as he dares, tip catching against her for a brief, heart-stopping moment.

He lets out a long, low, shivering groan against her neck, finger curling against her tongue and tugging against her cheek, invading her mouth with the probing fingers. Just to see how she takes to it.

"Of course I do," he murmurs in reply, planting lighter kisses against the purpling skin he's left her, "I'm a gentleman."

Oh, she feels that marking bite, and the bruise it's going to leave behind on her throat. If she didn't have his fingers in her mouth, she'd be admonishing him for it... though not in earnest. She actually quite likes the little sting of pain that comes with the pleasure, and he's not been so bold as to mark her somewhere easily spotted. (Yet. He'll surely push his luck eventually...)

Oh, and she feels that very near-miss of his cockhead at her entrance, too. For one breathless moment, she thinks he's going to try it. For one irresponsible moment, she's disappointed when he doesn't.

To get her mind away from that troublesome place, she sucks on his fingers the way she would were it his cock, drawing them in with her lips and stroking with her tongue.

A few more wicked little thrusts between her thighs and she can't even concentrate on that. She pulls back with a frustrated little gasp, drawing his fingers away with the hand clasped on his wrist.

"Your damned cock feels amazing," she groans. Is that a complaint? "Promise me you'll make me come after you do, Eskander, or I swear..."

There's a soft hiss of breath as he feels her tongue and lips go to work against his fingers (and he can imagine what it would feel like against his cock). He'd like to keep working his fingers into her mouth, just to work her up a little bit more. But she tugs it away before he gets much of a chance so she can moan. He shudders against her, pressing his chest flush to her back and working his hips in another little hitch as he pulls his cock back - almost until the tip is slipping free from between her thighs - and then thrusts forward again, drawing his length against in another long, slow slide that makes him shiver.

"Don't worry, princess, I'll take care of you," he murmurs, teeth catching against her skin again, "Gods, you feel sweet-"

Another roll of his hips and this time - this time his angle is a bit sharper and the head catches against the slick lips of her cunt. He hesitates for a moment as he feels her part just slightly and the head starts to work against her, and then he pushes and he slowly starts to spilt her apart as his cock sinks into her. The only sound he can make is a stuttering groan as he works into her, muting himself by planting another love bite against her shoulder. His hands grip at her, the hand at her breast dragging against her skin and the other, saliva-slicked, twining into her fingers and gripping it with a desperate sort of strength.

"Bri...!"

He's probably going to be in trouble for this.

He's doing it again. Curse this obnoxious man and his constant pushing of his luck! Briona gasps as she feels him starting to really push it, his cock on the very verge of pushing into her. "Eskander!" she hisses, tensing up. "I told you-!" Perhaps somewhat tellingly, she does not pull away, or even move her hips at all.

She lets out a surprised little squeal as he pushes inside her, almost jolting right out of his arms. Ancients, he's big, her tight body gripping him hot and wet as she stretches around him. Part of her is screaming victoriously that he's finally stuck it in. Another part of her is incredibly annoyed, but it's quickly drowned out by the first, lusty and aroused and desperate to get this damned tension out.

He is in so much trouble for this. But damn it, so is she.

"Oh, you stupid bastard," Briona groans. She grips his fingers hard, and with another of those breathy moans, she perhaps shocks him when she growls at him. "Put it in me!"

Stupid bastard. That's a new one from her. Not that he has much of a mind to pay attention to insults from her. She's wet and warm and tight and he's glad for the oil that's providing a bit of lubrication. He feels as if he's going to tear her open as he keeps sinking into her, hips providing a slow, steady push as he gasps against her throat. He can feel himself throb and twitch against her inner walls and it's a bit of a struggle to hold himself back. That warm, heated tension has suddenly sent jolts through all of his limbs - and she doesn't quite help by almost tugging out of his arms.

He keeps a hold on her though and, if anything, pulls her closer with a low, muted growl at the back of his throat. Gods, he's wanted this for ages and now here he is - here they are - and she doesn't seem to want him to stop. In matter of fact, she's screaming at him to keep going.

"Fuck, Bri, you've got to make up your mind," he breathes against her ear and punctuates it with another little nip against the tip of it and a low chuckle. Then he rocks his hips again and gives her an easy pull to go with it, finally hilting himself in her, body trembling just slightly as he tries to hold himself back. Now that he's in his body screams at him to fuck and rut until he's spent, but he's going to savor this. They've been working up to it after all.

"What did I just say?" she mutters back. If she wanted him to stop, he'd definitely know it by now, and so would his nose after she smacked her fist into it. "Just... slowly-!"

She's grateful for his arms holding her good and still against him, and doubly grateful for the extra lubrication from the oil. He had her soaking wet before this attempt, but every little bit helps as she takes a human cock for the first time. Taking slow and steady breaths, she whimpers slightly through them as he sinks deeper into her cunt, until at last she feels the press of his balls against her and he's as deep as he can go.

Just having him in there, still, is making her see stars. "Ancients, you're tearing me in half," she groans, though does not sound at all upset with the idea. "D-don't move."

Wouldn't it be funny if she let him pull this stunt, then demanded he hold still without properly fucking her? Funny, perhaps, but Briona doesn't think even she has that kind of discipline at this point. Eskander almost certainly doesn't.

"Oof..." She squirms a little, her body slowly getting used to the girth. "W-well..."

The little noises that she makes as he sinks deeper and deeper into her are enough to make him throb. He breathes out with a little shaky sigh as he finally fishes burying himself in her and goes still. This close, she can likely feel the rise and fall of his chest and the way his breath rolls over her ear and ruffles her hair. Holding himself still is a bit of a challenge. She feels good and the wet tightness around him seems to be made for him to fuck, even if she is a tiny little thing.

He shifts his weight slightly and grinds against her. Not quite a thrust, but a circular roll of the hips. Just enough to move himself in her and to send a jolt up his spine. The sensitive head of his cock is pressed tightly against an inner wall and every movement seems to rub it just right. Fuck, elves are something else.

"I really want to leave you a total mess at the end of this," he murmurs breath ragged, "We're here for a day, aren't you?"

She's tight and hot and Gods he just wants to fuck her until they're both exhausted and tangled up in the sheets together. He kisses her ear again.

"Do you think you're ready...?

That roll of his hips drags another of those pretty little moans out of her, and she isn't even trying to make it so. After all the teasing and the near-misses, actually having him inside her is almost a relief.

She's tempted to call him presumptuous, just assuming she'll let him go on to fuck her, but that would be a transparent bluff at this point. Briona feels a delighted tingle down her spine at his suggestion to make a mess of her. They've got an entire day of nothing ahead of them tomorrow.

Well... she has some idea how Eskander will want to spend it now.

"Yes," she says. "As ready as I can be." She smirks, and throws him a teasing glance back over her shoulder, with no venom at all in her tone. "You human brute."

"Brute, is it?" He laughs again and with it he makes a mock growling noise against her ear, like he's some sort of wild beast and he has plans to devour her. Which might not be too far from the truth, honestly. He nips her ear on more time and shifts his grip, wrapping an arm around her middle, the other holding her shoulder. Eskander's voice drops to a murmur and he nuzzles in against her ear with a quiet little question.

"If you want me to be a brute, I'll roll you on to your stomach, put your face in the mattress, and fuck you until you can't walk straight. Is that what you want from me, princess?"

He is asking first, so he's trying to be considerate.

Is that a giggle when he growls in her ear? She'll deny it to her dying breath, but the noise is certainly easy to mistake for one. When did the game start to turn her into such a fool?

She certainly isn't about to start fighting it now. Her composure and better sense left her a while back, and it isn't going to return while his cock's in her and she's desperately hot for him to use it.

"I'd expect nothing less," she answers, reaching back to pat his cheek. "Clearly, I've kept you waiting for it too long. Show me what I've been missing."

They can be fools together, because Eskander, despite all his pretensions, is a bit besotted. He's fond of her. Not in love, certainly, but he enjoys her company. The fact that she's been more than willing to indulge him has been a bonus. Playing at being the "brute human" is a bit silly, but he doesn't particularly care. There's no one here to judge him for it. Right?

Besides, she's wrapped so tightly around him that he swears that he's going to just split her in two when he starts moving. Every little movement he makes causes her to tighten around him, as if her cunt refuses to let him go. He nuzzles her cheek with a little laugh and a theatrical grin, "You asked for it, princess..."

It takes a moment, but he rolls her over onto her belly, one hand wrapped around her middle to keep her rear pointed up so he can kneel between her legs.He leans down to plant a kiss against the nape of her neck - and a little love-bite - while he uses his free hand to drag a pillow or two over to slip underneath her to give her a bit of support. He's not a barbarian. He just plays one. That done, he fists a hand into her hair and gives it a slight tug as she leans back over her, almost enveloping her with his size. All of this movement has been a bit of torture for him - little squeezes and slips that keep sending little shocks rolling into his gut and up his spine.

Then he finally starts. It's a long, slow pull-back and then a sudden, quick forward jerk of his hips, hilting himself inside of her again and then he repeats it and then again, easing into a hard, quick series of thrusts that drags the head of his cock against her inner walls, filling the room with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and a haggar panting as he tries to catch his breath.. Every movement causes pleasure and she's so deliciously tight that he's not sure how long he'll be able to stand it.

She admittedly doesn't expect him to take the time to position her, or the courtesy of a pillow under her hips. She will not admit how charming she finds that... even if the motion has the effect of dragging her around a little bit by the cock stuffed inside her.

"Oof..." she groans again, softly, as he closes in over her, effectively trapping her beneath him. Not unpleasantly, she has to admit. The first thrust drags another noise out of her, a cross between a whimper and a hiss. She thought she was adjusted to him, but taking that length inside her and having it move inside her are entirely different sensations. She swears she can feel every single inch of him as he eases out, then thrusts in again hard enough to jolt her.

Then he's off, and Briona buries her face in the blanket beneath her to muffle the moans. This angle ensures he can plow her as deeply as possible, and every stroke adds sparks to the fire burning in her belly.

"--ander..." escapes her, then she sits up and gasps for a breath of fresh air. "Ancients. You're big."

Eskander can feel the trembling that runs through her and feel how tight she is around him. He has to admit, she's right. Compared to her, he's almost too big. Without the extra lubrication this would probably be a bit uncomfortable (for both of them). As it is, it's still tight - but not quite uncomfortably so. His thrusts slow for a moment, easing into a slow, teasing grind as he leans forward to put a kiss behind her ear and then turns her head to try and steal one from her lips, a low, breathless chuckle answering her.

"And you're tight and small and feel amazing," he replies. The hand against her middle slides up to palm one of her petite breasts, rolling it against his hand as he starts to thrust again. It's an electric feeling, one that keeps building. He's trying to avoid falling apart too soon, but it's a bit difficult with just how tight she is around him and the way she responds to him adds to his growing pleasure as well. Despite the earlier objections, she seems happy enough to enjoy their coupling now.

"Actually the first time I've been with an elf like this," he admits in a low murmur, just before he starts to pick up the pace again.

Does he know what those kisses do to her? Has he noticed how they make her shiver from head to toe? Briona hopes not. It won't do to have him getting a big head about things.

She rests her arms beside her head, allowing her a little leverage to push herself up. It grants her the ability to arch her back against his thrusts, and to grind her breasts against his gripping hands. The rub of her nipples against those rough hands is something she doesn't think she'll ever get tired of.

"N-not surprising..." Elves are generally isolated in their own small lands. Briona's travels make her quite the exception.

Most elves would rather leap off a bridge than let a human touch them, too, which also makes her quite the exception.

"I've never..." she murmurs, "taken a human, either."

Perhaps fortunately for him, Eskander doesn't quite know how deep the loathing of possibly lying with (let alone touching) a human runs in other elves. He already feels privileged and extremely fortunate to have this opportunity with her. Knowing that would probably give him a bit of a bigger head. As it is, he's still feeling pretty damn good about himself with the way he seems to be able to make her shiver and tremble. He presses another kiss against her, this time at the nape of her neck as his hips roll forward again.

He can't help the muted groan that rolls out of him. The sensitive head of his cock seems to be hitting at the perfect angle, grinding against some spot deep inside of her that sends a current running through him, starting in his toes and running into his legs and up his spine, urging him to push forward, urging him to fuck and rut until he finally spills himself inside of her.

"First time for both of us, then-" His murmur is amused and breathless and she can likely hear the strain in his voice. He's panting, trying to keep control, even as his rhythm starts to break down (bit by bit) and his slow, grinding thrusts start to hturn into something more ragged and quick and desperate.

He spits an oath out against her shoulder as he leans over her and his hand drags over her breast before working down over her belly until he finds the slick nub of her clit and slides his fingers across it. There's another noise from him, almost a whimper as he slams his hips forward again and his body seems to want to coil itself into a smaller, tighter space.

Briona groans as he readjusts his hands, pressing her knees apart to give his hand enough room between her legs. The brush of his fingers over her clit feels almost electric, adding just the little extra edge she's craving along with his powerful fucking.

"Ohh, yes!" she moans, and tilts her hips so that every thrust will rub her just perfectly to his hand and fingers. "Like that. Just there..."

His remarks about her wantonness are still floating around in her head, and she smirks devilishly to think of them. Just five minutes ago, this was unthinkable, and yet the bastard had somehow bewitched her long enough to let him "fuck her properly," like he wanted.

Well. Perhaps she can admit by now that she's been rather pleased with the decision so far, too.

"Where's that filthy talk of yours now?" she purrs over her shoulder. "Seems you're wasting the perfect opport- oppor... nnnhhh..."

Her eyes close and her hips buck, only slightly. "I'm so close. Don't you dare slow down yet."

"I feel like I don't need the words-" He pants in reply, trying to catch his breath as the tension in him rises. He's forcing himself to hold back, jaw not quite set as he draws in another breath and tries to focus on the attention his hand is giving her.

"You're already acting enough like a prissy elven whore. Tell me no a-and then as soon as it's in you fucking squeal for it. Beg for it. Is that what you wan-" His words trail off into a choked moan, and he buries his head against the nape of her neck, gripping at her with curled finger as he feels himself coil one more notch higher. His thrusts are ragged, desperate now, each one a quick, hard thrust, and he's lost any semblance of trying to maintain a pattern with his probing, ghosting fingers. Instead they simply circle, applying pressure and touch to that bundle of nerves between her legs.

"Amdza, I'm going to - fuck - come on, come all over my fucking cock-"

He presses against her clit, his own legs straining as he fights to find purchase with his toes and he finally, finally comes apart at the seams. He thrusts as deep and as hard as he dares, entire body as taut as a bowstring as he finally comes, cock twitching inside of her as he spills his seed into her tight elven cunt.

"Fuck-"

He's left trembling and pressed against and over her, back arched as he rides out the wave of intense pleasure.

Ah, there it is. She more or less cackles at his dirty little monologue, propping herself up on her arms where she can glance at him just slightly over her shoulder. His language used to make her blush, but after all this time, she's grown rather used to it. Fond of it, in her own way.

The fact he can't get all the way through it is even more pleasing, and she blames it on the way her body is starting to tighten on him, fluttering from the inside as she feels her climax coming on, strong. She groans and bucks against his fingers, almost whimpering with every breath.

"Damn it," she hisses. "Ah-!" As though on command, she cries out, her head dropping forward and cascading her hair in a curtain around her face. Her back arches and she shudders powerfully, cunt squeezing down on him as climax ripples through her. She's still shaking as it slowly fades, and the strength leaves her arms and she slumps back down to the mattress. Moments later, Eskander follows, draping over her as he comes crashing down too.

In the wake of it, she gasps to catch her breath, her eyes closed and her hair in a wild halo around her head. It's as though she's fallen out of sync with the world around her, and needs a moment to gather herself back to the present.

"Ancients," she groans.

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