It signed the call upon strength of her back, then thighs amid her slide forward, "Ha'hh'ahn....uhh..." reassurance of the deed; deeper, deepest, and concluding knock at inner sanctum's sensitive patch. Connected, and deciding her sit up right, "Mh'... my star, only the heavens will do."
City Elf	Old Man	33 minutes ago	Eyes did not leave that ever-weary face, though-nor the captivating wear of seedlings outlining his jaw, or those watchful oceans drinking in her in; not wanting to miss even the most marginal examples of life. Look how he beckons here with those suggestive rumbles coating his speech and the invasive kisses of a sensitive cap, insisting that her sweetened folds submit to its call. Take it and see its mass well received and oh, how she had come to crave it again already; did it to herself, invoking those appetites so fresh from recharge-but neither were innocent in this. And Zilyana wasn't about to back down, but she would-instead-bear down upon that incoming prod; ushering his initiating ploy for entry towards succession. Silken divides endeavored to swallow the zealous contender up to full choke and that she may rest upon the terrain of warmer flesh with a pressure instilled by the heels of her hands.
City Elf	Old Man	38 minutes ago	So it was only natural that the daring she-devil would find her poise in need of correction when gates found themselves deviously knocked upon with impeccably timed pelvic shift. Finger nails made their beds oh so slightly in the patches of darker skin while shoulders bunched a modicum and those pinches of encouragement through the guise of ivory impressing upon a plush bottom tier. "S'fh... mnh..." so easily manipulated those awaiting petals were, anointed by a bulbous crown, leaving mark of its kiss at the very outer layer. Pushing pass, separating the folds, and teasing them with the draw away that would sign their default shape return with hints of goaded pulse; still those hips wearing alluring flare did angle themselves fondly for the reception, her back giving its support along with squeezing thighs, making noticeable the curl of her stomach.
City Elf	Old Man	39 minutes ago	Because even here, as the two in flipped positions made their mutual appraisals, the she-elven voice borders experienced corner's cut into bed of one cheek; enamored, but tickled by display of wit as well. Perhaps his little wildling had found some additional pleasure in his wandering hands or the trails of fading heat they left behind, for they only gathered within the center most reaches of her afterward. "Touché," she cooed, not so cooperative as to bow out, although a sylphlike vessel was offering its ease of movement in the undulations of touch, " but he is stubborn, " him and the riser. Smaller sets of knees gave to those pushes before their decisive climb back upward. It was faint at first, the realization of blocked air flow that could only be strong mast just beyond dewy blossom.
City Elf	Old Man	39 minutes ago	A difference however, the lunar body which should be center stage held competitor in the crimson accents that painted Zilyana's front so. To this end, they could enjoy the visions of their beloveds without compromise. There as ebony ringlets tumbled over shoulders imposing their hand, it could not remove from the quaint hills their appeal to gravity's lures or in how shoulders staunch could angle the supporting limbs so and guarantee a close meeting showcased in through the glittering of thin silver and its ruby hang. Nor could it lessen the appreciation of cast shadows in wake of other feminine curves taking bewitching Zilyana's image into onlooker's memory for safe keeping and lock down and Raven's own dishevel from sleep and post-dry would be imprinted onto hers. Cheeky was a word for it, surely.
City Elf	Old Man	39 minutes ago	For why staple number to it? Infinite encounters await them and that was that-such as here, one of many past and yet to be. Here a momentary breakage of touch once more, bawdy claims fleeting from their malleable region to slip across equally graspable bands of moonlit white that made up elven thigh. Most convincing this rod of sealing warmths against the back of her legs, that they would swing up and over once near enough for knee 's stability assist. Through a sidle prior to her acclimating hover, the straggler would see itself snug against point of summery complexions respectively. And now Raven wore the portions of a svelte shadow against his alikened moon-dressed figure; largely preferable to the darkened bars from window pane regardless of their aesthetically pleasing design enjoyed during the morn'.
City Elf	Old Man	39 minutes ago	Behold, those differences in perspective, yet therein lie a shared path of thinking as well. Underlying motives that would see their accumulating wants as means of warm-up for the daring climb of trunks just outside their windows to see. After all, even a pair of romantics, deviant as they, needed to find a first-footing somewhere. So why should Zilyana not choose the strong branch right there within her immediate vicinity? It was healthy enough! Teeming with life, in fact, and proud by its lonesome; defying even the inclination to straightened verticals in favor of its weighty top. Truths be told, it may be the turgid sapling striving to reach the sun or encroaching root -seeking out those revitalizing waters that it may relish in its boon. It could be she-elven well, tempting, intoxicating by its simply being and prior samples they saw not to keep count of.
Old Man	City Elf	1 hour ago	Guidance at last, reining his the spearhead inward to buss across the trodden folds, hips crackling from each minute drag of his nerve-bundled cap in feel for that compelling gate. A prime and a push--the rest was in daring Zilyana's hands, primary instigator to this preliminary mounting. "Hf'fh...!"
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	"H'ah--hhn..." He lifted himself at his waist, shoulders bracing themselves against the mattress support to permit his deliberate grinds to and fro, wetting his crude trunk against her whilst its bulbous crown began to seep its distillation of primal savors in clear, spilling beads. All the while his compelling touches had taken station over her waist, clasping her there to perch upon her limbs as he helped himself to a carnal sampling. Pumping veins flashed against her in concert with the faint whirs emanating from a deepening carmine, hot beacons incessant before the evening chills creeping in. Hereabouts Raven the Great Tarrier came to take up the baton of usher, and with it his own from a change in grip, shirking off the side of her slender physique to reach around and choke himself under-head. "N'hhn... C'mon, darlin'... Show Raven here th' stars."
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	... This woman enchanted him to no end. "... I gotta long, hard fall that's sayin' I ain'ta "stubborn riser" at all, love o' mine." Proceed with caution, thrill-seeker; one was liable to catch that alluded snag if his wandering hands were any indication. Both reached themselves low to meet upon the elf's respective hindquarters, roving along the back-end slope that set proud upon the milky thighs beneath her, caressing around them and imploring she push in closer at the hips by the time palms hiking back uphill reached the lovely zenith. Lined perfectly below her saddle had been the broad underside of an iron mast wearing a convincing guise of flesh, its strong stem of pronounced tissue running down its center riding across the petaled patch above by Raven's timely roll of hips.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Off the curvature it came to slip, from fingers uncurled and a palm pressed in to ride a trail down the adjoining thigh. From underneath he spied his ambitious paramour, wearing licks of her storied encounters alongside the dangle of an indisputable trophy in the very shade of red that cast upon her porcelain bosom from breast opposite. His bladed hair strewn out from the scalp, salted with age and partially frizzed from an improper dry prior, wild enough to challenge Zilyana's own mane on her most hectic of days, and well-deserving of the stylish plumage he took to lining the locks with. There, vivid shades of sea danced across the proud lass, cheeky to the last beyond mere temperament alone, whom Raven weighed with a high degree of appreciation as she steadied herself atop the stable foundation of his resting chest. The words put a brief lift to his brows, lips pursing then to blow a faint breath born of astonishment.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	Even if the shaggy haired schemer could shake the cobwebs from his head and douse the smolders that threatened to overtake his senses, he may not have figured a better course of segue. --Aye, how convenient for that as well, unequipped to conceal the bloated spire speaking rather blatantly to a surging enthusiasm. In fairness, there were few climbs that could challenge the sensational highs of boughs that breached the heavens above, and unwound muscles would do well to ease into their nighttime endeavors with a little incentivized rehearsal. As Zilyana braced herself upon the mattress, his touch yielded to the favorable winds turning all too well in his direction, even if it meant a hand's mournful removal from a pleasantly cushioned posterior.
Old Man	City Elf	2 hours ago	It was not a shackle but a rod, and that avid clutch of possession had been merely the underlying flavor preferred by rugged callouses - he'd relinquish his handsy assertion for nothing short of Zilyana's unconditional acceptance. Spurring her into conscious motion lessened yet by a nap's clinging languor, there was an unspoken understanding of lenience for bodies thrown through the uneasy rocks of travel be it sea or land, dutiful wanderlust, and exertions so vigorously physical that they may easily overshadow the efforts made to fell dangerous fowl. Raven would not hear of playful derision for his (both admittedly and damning) capable figure's insistence. But herein lies an appropriate warm-up to lofty ascensions, goals for which they had fashioned out of musings aloud, plucked straight from a she-elf's daydreams.