A Long-Overdue Relief

A Long-Overdue Relief v1.01
Tags: Male human on male elf, anal, DnD, short

With thanks to Lewdanon.

	The door of the tavern swung open, a trio of men stepping inside and out of the setting sun. The first was a sauntering elf with long, lustrous blonde hair and the characteristically beautiful face his people was known for. His outfit was tight and practical, with a number of tools and knives on his belt as proof of his profession, a rogue. He glanced at a passing redheaded barmaid, who gave him a coy wink and a shake of her lusty hips before heading on her way to clean off a table with her rag.

	Next up was a well-armored paladin bearing the marks of his patron deity, Pelor. He had a huge bastard sword sheathed on his belt and carried himself with the proud stride of a warrior and a hero. His glinting armor caught the eyes of a few patrons, who raised their drinks respectfully towards him. He nodded to each of them in turn, his face invisible beneath his bucket helm.

	Last came a burly orc with most of his beefy chest exposed, a small sheen of sweat built up from their long journey visible on his rock hard pecs and abs. His manly beard was tied into a small tuft of hair below his chin, and he glanced around the lively room and at all of the locals enjoying themselves, his expression stoic. He had an imposing warhammer slung on his back and a small crossbow hanging from his belt, indicating that he was indeed a barbarian.

	The three all marched up to the counter where the barkeep was, and the elf smiled and leaned on the varnished wood. “Hey there, got rooms available?” he asked, nodding his head towards the stairs up to all the guest rooms.

	“Only got the one room tonight, the others are already accounted for,” the gruff old man said as he cleaned a mug with the damp rag in his hands, not paying any particular attention to the three. “It’s yours for one silver a night.”

	“Deal,” the handsome elf said, holding out a hand to shake on it. The tavern owner and innskeeper coughed and shook his head.

	“First, your names.”

	“I’m Pfilandes, or just Pfil, the noble knight on my left is Sir Gabriel, or just Gabe, and the big grumpy orc on my right is Theg the Tormentor, or just Theg,” the rogue said confidently. “We just got back from a bit of dungeon-delving.”

	“Adventurers?”

	“Yep!”

	“Right. Will you be having dinner?”

	“We ate on the way back from the crypt, we were pretty famished. We just want to kick back for a bit and enjoy life in a civilized place for a night.”

	“Right. Sign here,” the grey-haired man said, pushing a ledger across the counter. The elf, with a raised eyebrow that seemed almost flirty, chuckled and obediently wrote his name and the name of his companions in. Then he flicked a silver coin across to the barkeep, who caught it and slipped it into one of his pockets. Then, and only then, did the jaded geezer stick a hand across to be shook, which the elf promptly did.

	“Great. Thanks!” Pfil said, waving and leading the way to the room with his comrades following close behind. They all three thumped up the wood stairs and then disappeared into their room as the elf drew a few more longing gazes from the onlookers.

	“Ahhh, finally, a civilized place to rest!” the beautiful elf sighed, laying his bags and bandoliers aside. He brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes and smiled at his companions. Gabe averted his gaze as though nervous, while Theg’s persistent scowl did not budge.

	“Yes, perhaps this will finally help settle my nightmares,” Gabe said, partly a hope, partly a prayer. He set aside his excess gear, trying not to look at the lovely elf.

	“Theg was fine out in the wilderness,” the orc muttered as he deposited his bundle of bags in the corner of the room. “Towns too noisy and crowded.”

	“Oh, but Theg, here we have a bed!” Pfil pointed out with gusto, trotting over and flopping onto the soft mattress sized for two, smiling broadly at the others and patting the space beside him, beckoning them to join him. Theg grunted out a no. The paladin glanced around nervously, but his eyes always returned to the fetching elf and lingered for just a moment before he would wrench them away again. Pfil merely watched the man of the cloth squirm with a sly, knowing grin and bedroom eyes.

	“Bed’s for wimps,” the orc muttered. The elf had already reached up and untied his cloak, pulling it off of his slender shoulders and tossing it aside.

	“Oh, Theg, you think everything nice is for wimps,” Pfil said, standing up and strolling with a strange, graceful sensuality to his movements that only an elf could perform to the table on one side of the room. “Ah, now that we’ve completed our little exciting escapade, it would be ever so nice to, well,” the blonde man of startling age but unblemished beauty said as he ran a single fair-skinned finger along the smooth wood slowly, teasingly, “relax a little more properly, don’t you think?” he asked, each word dripping with deeper intention and playfulness.

	Gabe stared at the finger as it slowly stroked the fine wood, while Theg merely raised an eyebrow, questioning what exactly the elf had in mind. As if to answer the orc, Pfil turned away from them and quickly unbuckled his belt, bending over the table and allowing his tight leather pants to slide down ever-so-slightly, baring the ample curves of his rear to both of his comrades. His rump was toned from a lifetime of action, but still had a peculiar softness to it that only an elf could possess. “Well? What do you say?” the elf asked coyly, no need to look over his shoulder to know the reactions the others would have.

	There was a long pause and silence. The paladin’s gloved hands slowly raised up as he regarded the ass in front of him with no small degree of shock, and nervous excitement. Unbidden, but uncontrollable, the long cloth of his robes lifted up in a lewd tent as his manhood responded by raw instinct to what he was seeing. This was the very same elf who had been torturing him with sexual teases and those tight pants of his for their whole months-long journey. He had driven poor Gabe nearly out of his mind, and now the lascivious elf was fully presenting himself! “Oh, Pelor, preserve me! The nightmares have come true!” he cried through his helmet as he could not help but stare, fascinated by the beautiful rear before him.

	“Meh, Theg’s seen better,” the orc muttered, scowling as always and utterly unimpressed. “Theg go find nice barmaid to relax with.” The huge beastly man stepped out of the room and shut the door behind him, leaving only the unabashedly homosexual elf and the shamefully repressed paladin who was finding it harder and harder to resist the infernal temptation before him.

	“Oh, wow. Not bad. Looks like your bastard sword’s all ready to smite some evil,” Pfil chuckled as he glanced back at the shivering paladin, and spotted his eager member. “Can you really let something like this go, noble hero?” he asked in a sing-song voice, slowly waving his shapely hips left and right, giving Gabriel his finest come-hither look.

	The paladin was upon the elf in an instant, not entirely sure what he was doing, but absolutely certain he needed to do it. He tore the robes that impeded his erection away, grabbed the elf by his hips, and carefully, shakily, guided himself first between the elf’s cheeks. He felt the bud of flesh that was his target, and felt it squeeze gently against his tip. Gabe throbbed against it in response, already breathing heavily from the excitement.

	He needed no greater impetus to begin to force himself in, feeling his girth slowly pass beyond the tight ring that promised immense pleasure, finding exactly what he was hoping to find with the wet velvety softness that lay beyond. “Eeesh! Take it slow, alright? You’re lucky I like it rough!” Pfil smiled, one eye closed from the discomfort of the sudden penetration, rolling his hips to ease the passage.

	“By the heavens, I’ve never felt anything like this!” Gabriel groaned, squirming in place, pushing his hips a little further forward and making the sexy elf giggle and the muscles of his thighs twitch. Rock hard inch by rock hard inch, the heroic crusader slowly pushed the entirety of his length into his companion’s forbidden hole, the pleasure assaulting his rod unfathomable.

	“It’s not half bad on this end either,” the elf chuckled, downplaying the pleasure of the pulsing pressure buried deep in his ass, tingling warmth in his core. A bead of sweat rolled down his face as he began to loosen up and it only felt even better. “But it’d be even better if you – ah!” the elf cried, silenced by the paladin suddenly pulling back his hips and then throwing them forward again in an experimental thrust. “Yes, that, you’ve got it. Do more of that.”

	Hardly needing any encouragement, the paladin’s heavy panting became more labored and he began to rhythmically thrust in and out of his beautiful companion, feeling the elf’s ring tightly squeeze every veiny inch that went in and out, the silken insides beyond that creating an incredible disparity of sensation that overwhelmed any thoughts of righteousness or faith. Pfil’s ass was big and soft enough to cushion each swing of the hips, a trait that would be unnatural on a man of any other species, but which complimented his beautiful body perfectly.

	“Ah! Unf! Oh! Whoa there, tiger!” the elf chuckled, raising the back of a finger to his lips to gnaw on as the fucking kicked up a notch, the knight’s rapidly growing urges turning his hardened physical frame into a sex machine. Grunt after grunt, wet smacks of sweaty pelvis to sweaty behind, and hot and heavy breathing echoed through the modest room, more than loud enough for people in neighboring rooms to hear. Gabriel humped and humped and humped like it was Armageddon, months of pent-up sexual tension coming to the fore, only holding his surging orgasm back through the power of his immense faith.

	But even a paladin’s will could not last long when faced with such intense sex with such an alluring partner. The elf bounced forward with every powerful thrust the human gave him, back and forth, barely able to hold himself up off the table with the gooey waves of pleasure washing through him as his prostate was rubbed again and again by Gabe’s impressive girth. “Ah! Ahn! Yes! Harder! Smite me! Smite me!” Pfil cried in ecstasy, sweat running down his smooth, fair neck as his now-messy blonde locks bounced in the air.

	“For-for Pelor!” Gabriel groaned, slamming himself all the way in one last time before his last vestiges of strength gave out and his cock throbbed, spilling thick streams of seed deep into the slutty elf man’s insides. Pfilandes shivered and cooed as a powerful climax rocked him, writhing against his partner’s pelvis with sexy moans, his own manhood pulsing and dripping with white semen.

	The heat of lust gone from his mind, the paladin slowly extricated himself and stumbled backwards, sitting on the bed and staring at his hands and slowly softening, fluid-soaked shaft. “Oh no, what have I done? Have I forsaken my oaths?” he asked.

	“Well, you fucked an elf in the ass. No biggie, my people just get around like that,” Pfil chuckled between heavy pants for air, walking over bow-legged and sitting beside the paladin. “Don’t worry, I don’t think Pelor will really blame you.” He reached out and grabbed Gabe’s hand, squeezing it gently.

	“I can only pray for forgiveness for these sins,” Gabriel sighed, absentmindedly squeezing the elf’s hand back. Then he realized what he was doing, and yanked his hand away awkwardly. Pfil just giggled like a little girl.

	“Don’t worry, you’re not the first one I’ve convinced to take a walk on the wild side. Even if you aren’t really into it as a romantic thing, it’s still perfectly okay for some fun in the sack, isn’t it? Would you do it again?” the rogue asked, his hand instead reaching for and grabbing the paladin’s member and gently stroking it with his unbearably soft fingers. It jerked up hard again in seconds, pulsing with vitality and vigor.

	The paladin turned to look at the handsome elf, and then back at himself, then at the elf again, and, without any warning, suddenly shoved the elf down on the bed, grabbed him by his haunches, lifted him up, and impaled him once more, breaking into feverish humps as he fucked the stupid sexy elf with everything he had. There was still much stress and much frustration left to be relieved.