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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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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.

The way she tightens around him is intense and another, smaller wave of pleasure rolls over him as his hips make little jerks against her and then he finally finishes riding out the high. His arms fall away and he slowly, slowly drapes over her, trying to catch his breath. The world is spinning and he swears that he saw stars for a moment. He makes a low, content noise against the back of her head and then rolls onto his side, bringing her with him so that he can spoon against her back, arm draped around her, legs tangled together.

He doesn't want to move. Or go anywhere. He feels sticky with sweat and the room smells of sex. Eskander nuzzles in against her, right behind her ear and exhales in a long, low sigh. A part of him wonders if he needs to worry about the fact that he just filled her belly with a shot of his seed - if elves and humans could create any sort of child - but the thought is fleeting. He'll dwell on that some other time.

"And you said we shouldn't," he says lazily, "Pretty sure you were screaming for it a minute ago..."

She makes a soft whimper as he holds her and rolls with her, nuzzling up with her. It's obscenely comfortable right now, both of them sweaty and catching their breaths, his arms around her and his strong back behind her. She scoffs a little at his little jab, reaching back for an entirely half-hearted elbow to his side that likely doesn't even hurt.

"It remains to be seen if I'll ever walk again," she murmurs. He's still inside her, and he still feels like he's stuffing her full, even now that he's not as hard. "Poor Princess Briona, split in two by a human's monstrous cock..."

That raises a giggle out of her, and an accusation that holds absolutely no venom at all. "You, sir, are a presumptuous, sneaky little wretch. Don't think I won't remember what happens when I give you an inch."

If she's really all that annoyed at him, it's hidden somewhere beneath her current preference to curl up in his arms and get comfortable.

"Not bring able to walk is normal. Ask one of the other girls I've bedded," Eskander replies with just a hint of mischief in his voice. He enjoys teasing her about this. Perhaps more than he ahould. One of his hands sweeps down to her belly and settles there. Despite his cock slowly starting to shrink, he swears that he can almost feel it through the layers.of flesh and skin. She really is a small thing compared to him. All lithe and graceful and ad easy to pick up and throw about. Comes from being small.

"Besides, I think you like human cock. Means you're not really paying much of anything, are you? Maybe I should ask you to pay me," he laughs quietly. All in good fun. And then she says something and he can't pass up the opportunity to make an awful joke. But at least he manages it with a straight face.

"I don't know about that. I think I gave you a few more inches in return..."

"Perhaps we'll start a support group," she deadpans. To his comment on her actually enjoying human cock, she doesn't respond with more than a crooked little smile that he can't see.

Her hand idly follows his, pressing it to her belly. That reminds her of something, briefly, but it's lost in a distasteful groan at his next remark. "Yes, what was it? Ten inches? Something absurd like that." This is probably only feeding his ego further, but by the ancients, no elf carried a package like that. "If you're not the biggest human there is, I shudder to think of it."

She toys with the fingers of his hand, and that thought occurs to her again. "And on top of it all, you came inside me without a second thought. How very boorish."

"Not quite ten," Eskander responds with a low chuckle. He's actually fairly average in size, all things considered, but he's flattered that she seems to think so highly of him. There's a shit-eating grin she can't see and he presses his mouth into the crook of her shoulder for a little kiss.

His fingers are interlacing with hers in idle thought and he looks up with a low 'hmm' noise as she comments on where he decided to come. He shrugs and shifts his weight, his softening cock slowly starting to slip free of her, inch by inch as it softens.

"I couldn't help it. You were practically begging for it and so tight," he responds, not doing a damn thing to dispel the impression of boorishness he's apparently brought with him. He's had etiquette lessons, but it's been years and he tends to forget about them once he's in bed with someone.

"I don't even know if humans and elves can cross-breed, anyway."

There it is. He sort of hopes not, because getting a foreign (elven) princess pregnant would be a great way to become a wanted criminal in another country.

"Begging for it," Briona scoffs. "If I'd had half a mind about me I'd have told you to pull out." Her fingers tighten around his. "I thought you'd prefer that. Just imagine how pretty my back would look with your seed across it."

She's not actually all that miffed about it, in retrospect. There's something weirdly appealing about the idea of him pouring his seed into her, though heaven only knows how to explain it.

She decides she'd rather not burst his bubble on the concept of elves and humans cross-breeding... as she had the answer to that on good authority. The timing was off in any case, and she certainly doesn't feel like explaining that to him. Nor getting him all jumpy about the prospect.

"Well," she sighs, "now that I've let you fuck me, we've opened a whole new way for you to be insatiable. I can't say I'm not a little excited, actually."

"I've seen how pretty your face is with my seed all over it," he replies with a low, self-assured laugh. Although, he has to admit, she's right. There's something appealing about seeing her body covered in his come, whether the elegant curve of her spine and rump or the plane of her belly and the swell of her breasts. It's... oddly dominating in a way. He shivers and buries his head against her hair with another little laugh.

"Look, now you've got me thinking about how much I'd love to mark you..." He grumbles with no real venom, "Minx. Seducer of men. Leading me into sin, you are..."

Which has no real bite to it, because he jumped into it with both feet and they both know that.

"Excited? What exactly are you excited for, Bri?" He's genuinely curious and he shifts his weight, his cock finally slipping free of her and trailing a smear of their mixed fluids against one of her thighs.

"What do you want us to get up to next, hmmm?"

"Yes. That's me. The elven harlot, preying on innocent sellswords for some dark purpose." She mocks an evil little cackle, and leans her head back to gently bump into him behind her. "You're doomed, Eskander."

Ugh. Why did she have to tell him she was excited? Now he'll be begging like a puppy in her ear until she answers him in lurid detail.

"Oh, I don't know," she says with a shrug. "It's not that you neglect to reciprocate when I take you in my mouth or my hands. But there's something to be said for efficiency. We've never both come this quickly before, have we?"

He can go on and interpret that as 'I love human cock' if he feels like it, she decides.

"And I'm sure you've already come up with half a dozen different ways you'd like to fuck me. You're creative that way."

Well, she seems to know Eskander's personality fairly well. At least when he's not drinking or in a foul mood. He gives her a little nudge with his chin as he listens to her, smiling. He is definitely interpreting that as 'I love human cock'. More specifically his human cock, so excuse him while he feels a little proud of himself. Which probably isn't super fair, but that's that.

"Maybe not quite half a dozen," he replies lazily and starts to stretch himself out with a muted yawn, "But a few. I wonder how flexible you are..."

He's going to let that speak for itself.

"I imagine you've had at least three since the day I met you," she teases. Probably since before she proposed their partnership and its unusual method of payment, if she may be briefly unkind.

Oh, dear. Flexible?

"Is that a challenge?" She glances over her shoulder at him as best she can from this angle. "I'm as flexible as I need to be. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, at least," he murmurs in reply, "You're cute. I like cute."

Maybe more beautiful, but she's also short and petite and that lends itself more towards "cute". He makes a low noise against the curve of her ear. His hand starts to stroke in idle little circles against her belly as he considers.

"Just curious. I want to know what I can invent that we can actually do."

He can think of a few things. Some of them involve ropes. Or other things. He arches a brow unseen.

"...or, uh, tolerance for being a bit uncomfortable. I've known a few people who have interesting ideas about what you can do with one another," He continues, thinking aloud, "I don't know everything that gets you going yet. We're mostly on my schedule, after all."

She pats his hand appreciatively as he starts rubbing her again.

"Well," she says after a moment of thought. "I can tolerate quite a bit of discomfort, if that's what you're getting at. I can't say I've ever... well. I should say that I'm rather adventurous."

She purses her lips in thought. "It may shock you that I have not had much in the way of exotic sexual experiences. There isn't much of a tolerance for experimentation back home."

"I should emphasize the fact that I consider a human 'exotic' as a case in point," she adds under her breath.

"Mmm. More that I'm trying to figure out what you'd be comfortable experimenting with..." Eskander is a lot of things, but he is not a completely inconsiderate bed partner. Means he can get repeat partners, if nothing else. Call it enlightened self interest.

He rubs his hand against the plane of her belly, fingers curling to draw his nails against her skin as he thinks, "Like... tying someone down, for instance. Being helpless."

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