Kerillian

The sun was at it’s zenith, covering all of Taal’s Horn Keep with it’s warm radiance, a pleasant day to be sure. Especially pleasant for Kerillian, for the famed waywatcher was in rare solitude. The rest of the “Ubersreik Five” had gone off on some destructive mission against the Ratmen, Lohner had gone foraging for food in the relatively unspoiled but scarce mountains which surrounded the keep, and Oleysa went off to do some vague recon and spying to aid their crusade against the northlanders and ratmen. So, Kerillian was told to stay put and watch the keep, a position which suited her just fine. She was finally able to think.
 Kerillian glances up, taking a long look at the aged, massive tree which hung over the ragged tent she lives in. She considers the tree the only semblance of true nature in the keep. It reminds her of home, her eyes drop and her heart aches momentarily as she remembers Athel Loren and all the things she now has to go without. She slightly blushes as one particular memory came back, when she was younger and still learning her body, how she could please herself. Kerrillian stares up at the tree again and momentarily feels ashamed before realizing that she is all alone, no mayflies to bother her. A coy smile creeps on her face and she decides to enjoy one comfort she had in her homeland. With playful haste she scrambles up the aged tree, it wasn’t hard for the agile elf as she was already familiar with the tree. In her head she thinks how she would become even more familiar with it now and lightly chuckles. Now that she was among the branches she searches for one particularly thick and robust branch. It takes barely any time and she was soon hacking away at the chosen branch with her dagger. As it falls to the ground she utters a silent whisper to the tree, thanking it for providing. Then clambering down she picks up the branch and smiles, already feeling a lustful mood over take her.
An hour later, anything protruding from the branch had been cleanly hacked off, the branch was then stripped of all it’s skin leaving it smooth and one end was rounded, finally it was soaked in the water of the keep’s spring. At first Kerillian is plainly unsure. It has been so long, she can’t remember anything beyond the basics and to her the entire thing is half absurd. Yet there she is laying back in her makeshift bed, armor off and branch in hand. After a few breaths she decides to start by pulling her trousers down to her ankles. Her slender, athletic legs are now bare, calf muscles showing prominent curves. Her thighs are also curvy, not quite as prominently athletic as the rest of her legs, there is a natural thickness to them and a scar running vertically across the right thigh is the only detail breaking the encompassing soft peachy skin. Kerillian now pulls up the clothes which covered her chest, she lifts them up only to her belly button. Her now exposed underwear is crudely simple, almost barbaric. Made of cloth and beginning to fall apart, it is her only pair and she almost never finds the time or privacy to wash them and they smell greatly of her sweat. Her fingers grasp it and pull them off sending them down to join her trousers. It is mildly refreshing to feel cool air on her pussy. Kerillian’s clitoris is the most prominent aspect of it, bright pink, it is not large but half juts out of the hood drawing her eyes towards it. She sends a hand down with some trepidation and sighs as she feels the first jolts of pleasure hit her. As she attends her clit her pussy begins to react, it’s tight walls start to become wetter and an aching feeling hits her. Kerillian stops. Smiling to herself she grabs the branch turned dildo and puts it against her cunt. She hesitates. Moving her other hand down she spreads open her pussy lips, creating a dark hole for the dildo. Kerrilian moves the rounded tip in and she exhales sharply before continuing. Pushing it in further, having more of the branch be enveloped by her tight pussy, before pulling it out a bit, savoring the feeling of friction against her walls, then back in again even further, feeling more of it every time. Her eyes watching intently as she fucks herself, her breath becomes faster, interrupted by the occasional moan of delighted pleasure and the hand which had just spread her lips is now rubbing her left breast. Her motion is steady and rhythmic, having a hint of elven grace even in this base act. After a while, Kerillian is nearing the limit, the dildo-branch has gone as far as she can take it. She pulls it almost all the way out, before she shoves it back in once last time, sending it as far as it can go into her lust filled body, this final, powerful thrust of pleasure almost makes her orgasm, she tightens her grip on her breast, bites her bottom lip hard and it takes much willpower to not give in. She barely manages not to and is thankful she didn’t. After all she isn’t going to get this opportunity again, so she will feel as much as she can.
The dildo Kerillian fashioned is now covered in her own fluids. It’s glistening with her pussy juice as she pulls it out and brings it to her face. Out of curiosity she leans her head forward and gives it a long lick, tasting herself. Interest satisfied, Kerillian moves it back down. As she moves it she adjusts her position, lifting her legs up and resting them on her bed post. This way her asshole is more open. The small hole is surrounded by a few stretch marks leading to it, it's fairly tight as it is rarely used in this manner but now with one hand spreading a cheek apart from the other, and her other hand maneuvering the dildo up against her hole she gives a smile of sinful indulgence before beginning to put it in. Using her own juices as lube the dildo manages to make headway into Kerillians anus, she gives a high pitched, short “AH!” upon making entry and the ring of skin constricts securely around the wooden shaft as it goes in furthe. Unlike with her cunt, she isn’t making back and forth movements but is simply, slowly shoving it up her rectum. Her black eyes close and slightly roll back. It is a fair bit painful yet the sheer naughtiness of it delights her. Kerillian judges the branch to be far enough up her asshole that she can let go of her asscheek.  Her spare hand eagerly begins attending her clitoris, flicking and rubbing it eagerly. As this happens the hand still on the stick moves it back and forth, as much as it can, for it is firmly lodged up her ass. Abandoning the stick for now she moves the now free hand up to her breasts, pinching her nipples through her clothes. Yet she desires more and soon abandons the breasts to have both attend her aching vagina which is almost flowing with her juices by now. One hand on the clitoris, another penetrating her slick hole, shoving three long fingers into it and moving them around all while a branch turned dildo is stuck up her asshole. Kerillian’s self pleasure is now too much for her and she orgasms. Her whole body shaking, her asshole clamping down further on the stick and her pussy covering her hands with her pleasure. She lets loose short scream of ecstasy, praying to all the gods that the rest have not returned yet. Panting heavily, she simply lays still and giggles in satisfaction. All satisfaction is lost though as she hears her tent flap open and her half naked body with a stick visibly deep inside her asshole is witnessed by a pale faced, shocked Saltzpyre. Without saying a word, he stiffly turns back and acts as though he never saw anything. Now enraged and embarrassed Kerillian angrily screams out “Lumberfoots!” at the top of her breath.