Chapter 1.5 : Lemon of the Night
(This is just Pure Lemon)
As Alaric step into the bedroom, He can't help but marvel at the exquisite decor. The room is spacious and airy, with a high, vaulted ceiling and large windows that allow the sunlight to stream in, casting a warm glow over the interior. The walls are adorned with intricate, carved wooden panels depicting scenes of nature and ancient elven lore. A plush, soft carpet covers the floor, its rich colors and patterns evoking the beauty of a forest floor. At the center of the room stands a large, four-poster bed draped in silken sheets and blankets in shades of green and gold.
He is Surrounding by group of elven maidens, all dressed in varying shades of green and gold, their clothing ranging from simple tunics to more elaborate gowns. They all have the same pointy ears and ethereal beauty as Amei, but each one possesses her own unique features and charms.
Among them is a tall, regal high elf with hair as pale as moonlight and eyes the color of a stormy sea. She wears a gown of shimmering silk that clings to her curves and a circlet of gold upon her brow. Beside her stands a dark elf with skin the color of polished ebony and eyes that burn like embers. Her clothing is more form-fitting and revealing than the others, leaving little to the imagination.
There are wood elves as well, with their earthy, natural beauty and clothing woven from the finest fabrics. And there are even a few half-elves, their heritage evident in the mix of their features and the way they carry themselves with a blend of the grace of the elves and the strength of humans.
They all watch you with a mix of curiosity, awe, and something else - a hunger that seems to emanate from their very cores. Some of them bite their lower lips, their cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Others openly admire your form, their eyes roaming over your body with brazen interest.
The first Elves step up, her gown a shimmering expanse of gold and green, her hair a cascade of silver and black. She bows low before you, her voice ringing out clear and strong.
" I am Elowen. We have long awaited your arrival, and now that you are here, we hope that You we all enjoy our self this Night~"
As Elowen finishes her welcome, a hush falls over the room. The air seems to crackle with tension and anticipation. Suddenly, without warning, the elven maidens surge forward, surrounding you on all sides. Their hands begin to roam his body, caressing his chest, hid arms, even his back. Soft gasps and breathy sighs fill the air as they marvel at his human form.
One bold wood elf, with hair the color of autumn leaves and eyes that dance with mischief, reaches out and runs a finger along the bulge in His pants. She leans in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispers, "I cannot believe how large he is... I've never seen anything like it."
Her touch and words seem to ignite a frenzy in the others. They start to tug at his clothing, eager to reveal the object of their desire. Buttons pop and fabric tears as they work to strip him bare, their eyes wide with wonder as inch after inch of your human flesh is revealed.
Once Alaric stand naked before them, their collective gasp is audible. They stare in awe at his 12-inch cock, already hard and throbbing with anticipation. The dark elf with the ebony skin and ember eyes reaches out, wrapping her slender fingers around your shaft. She strokes it slowly, marveling at the weight and heat of it in her hand.
"By the gods," she breathes, "it's so big... so hard." She pumps his dick a few times, her grip tight and firm, before releasing you and stepping back.
The high elf with the pale hair and stormy eyes is next to approach you. She runs a finger along the underside of your shaft, tracing the thick vein that runs its length. "Such a magnificent specimen," she murmurs. "We've waited so long for a man like you."
With that, she leans down and takes him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. She can only fit a few inches of you before she has to pull back, her tongue swirling around His sensitive head. Behind her, the other elves watch with envious eyes, their hands wandering beneath their skirts and dresses, touching themselves as they watch her pleasure you.
They take turns taking you into their mouths and their bodies, fucking you hard and fast, just as they crave. The room fills with the sounds of their moans.
As the elves continue their passionate assault on your manhood, you decide to take the initiative. Reaching out with your right hand, you grab the autumn-haired wood elf, pulling her close. She yelps in surprise before melting into your touch, her body molding against yours. Your hand finds its way beneath her skirt, pushing the fabric up and exposing her bare, glistening pussy.
She gasps as your fingers make contact with her most intimate area, her hips bucking slightly at the sudden stimulation. You can feel the heat radiating from her core, the slickness of her arousal coating your fingertips as you begin to explore her folds. She is already so wet, so ready for you.
At the same time, your left hand reaches out and grabs the dark elf with the ember eyes and ebony skin. She shivers as you pull her against your side, her body a stark contrast to the wood elf's in your embrace. Your hand slips beneath the scandalously high hem of her skirt, finding her bare and dripping as well.
She lets out a low moan, her head falling back against your shoulder as your fingers find her needy clit. It's already swollen and throbbing, just begging for your touch. You rub it slowly, feeling her hips grind against your hand as she seeks more stimulation.
The other elves watch with wide, lust-filled eyes as you pleasure the two women. Their breathing grows heavier, their own arousal evident in the flush of their skin and the way they touch themselves. The room is filled with a symphony of moans, gasps, and the wet sound of fingers plunging into slick, eager flesh.
The autumn-haired elf's thighs begin to tremble as you bring her closer and closer to the edge. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving red crescent marks in your skin as she clings to you. The dark elf is in a similar state, her body writhing against yours, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Both women cry out as they reach their peak, their bodies shaking with the force of their orgasms. The autumn elf's honey drips down your wrist as she comes undone, while the dark elf's juices flood your palm. The sight and sounds of their pleasure only serve to inflame your own desire.
As they come down from their highs, the chief steps forward, her eyes blazing with a mix of lust and determination. "You're real go for... mmm... Human like you~"
As you continue to pleasure the two elves with your hands, their bodies trembling and writhing against you, a group of elves gather around your throbbing, 12-inch cock. They take turns wrapping their soft, slender lips around your shaft, their tongues swirling and flicking along the sensitive skin.
The high elf with the stormy eyes takes you deep into her throat, her neck bulging slightly as she struggles to fit your massive length. She bobs her head up and down, her hand pumping what she can't fit. Behind her, a wood elf with hair like sunlit honey takes over, her small pink tongue lapping at your heavy balls.
Beside them, a dark elf with full, pouty lips suckles on the head of your cock, her plump mouth stretched wide around you. She teases the slit, her tongue delving in to taste your pre-cum. The sensation is overwhelming, the sight of these beautiful women worshipping your manhood with such fervor and desire.
As the autumn elf and dark elf come down from their highs, the chief watches with a hungry gaze, her own arousal evident in the flush of her skin and the way she bites her lower lip. She steps forward as the current elf on your cock pulls away, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your shaft.
Elowen takes her place, her slender fingers wrapping around the base of your cock, squeezing gently. She leans down, her tongue tracing the thick vein on the underside before she takes you into her mouth. Her lips stretch wide, her jaw unhinging to accommodate your massive size.
She takes you deep, her nose pressing against your pubic bone as she swallows around your length. The sensation is incredible, her throat squeezing and massaging your shaft. She holds you there for a long moment before pulling back, a line of drool escaping her lips.
As she does, two more elves take her place, one on either side of your cock. They work in tandem, one sucking the head while the other suckles your balls. Their hands roam your thighs, your hips, your chest, exploring every inch of your human body with wonder and lust.
Elowen watches, panting softly as she strokes his shaft. "We will never tire of worshipping you," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire.
You find yourself surrounded by no less than five stunning elves, all vying for a chance to taste and please your magnificent manhood. The chief, Elowen, kneels before you, her skilled tongue lapping at the sensitive underside of your shaft, her dainty hands stroking and caressing your heavy balls. Her eyes are locked onto yours, blazing with lust and adoration.
To your left, a voluptuous wood elf with fiery red curls and emerald eyes suckles on the swollen head of your cock, her plump lips stretched obscenely around your girth. She bobs her head in time with Elowen's licks, her tongue swirling and flicking, teasing the weeping slit.
On your right, a lithe high elf with hair like spun gold and eyes like twin pools of molten amber takes your length deep into her throat. Her slender neck bulges slightly as she struggles to fit you, her dainty hands gripping your hips for support. She gags softly, tears of pleasure streaking down her cheeks.
Beside them, a pair of dark elves kneel in tandem, their ebony skin a stark contrast to your sun-kissed flesh. One suckles greedily at your balls, her small pink tongue lapping and teasing the sensitive skin. The other takes your shaft into her mouth, her lips stretching wide, her fingers stroking and pumping what she can't fit.
The elves work in perfect synchronization, their mouths and tongues and hands caressing every inch of your length and girth. The sensations are overwhelming, the sight of these breathtaking beauties worshipping you with such fervor and desire. Your body is awash in pleasure, your skin tingling and your heart pounding. You've never felt so desired, so utterly consumed by lust.
Elowen looks up at you, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of joy and arousal. "We will never cease in our worship of you," she whispers, her voice ragged and raw with emotion. "Your pleasure is our only desire, your satisfaction our sole purpose." She punctuates her words by taking you deep into her throat once more, swallowing around your length, her fingers stroking and squeezing your balls.
The four elves around her continue their ministrations, their mouths and hands never stilling, their desire to please you insatiable. The room is filled with the wet sounds of their suckling.
You decide it's time to take control, to claim your prize and sate the burning desire that consumes you. Standing up abruptly, your massive cock bobbing with each movement, you reach out and grab the fiery-haired wood elf with the emerald eyes. She gasps as you lift her effortlessly, her long legs instinctively wrapping around your waist as you carry her towards the large, plush bed.
The other elves watch with bated breath, their own hands wandering their bodies, stroking and teasing their most intimate areas. The room fills with the sounds of their moans and the slick, wet noises of fingers plunging into dripping folds. They watch you with a mix of envy and lust, their eyes roaming over your chiseled form, taking in every ripple of muscle as you move.
You lay the wood elf down on the bed, her red curls fanning out around her like a fiery halo. She looks up at you, her emerald eyes wide and hazy with desire, her ample bosom heaving with each ragged breath she takes. You settle between her spread thighs, your thick shaft nestling against her glistening, puffy lips.
With a single, powerful thrust, you bury yourself deep inside her tight, clutching heat. She cries out, her back arching off the bed, her fingers digging into the sheets as you fill and stretch her in a way she's never been filled before. The room echoes with her scream of pleasure, the other elves gasping and moaning in tandem, their own fingers picking up speed as they watch you claim their sister.
You set a fast, hard pace, your hips slapping against her thighs with each deep, penetrating thrust. She meets you eagerly, her hips bucking and rolling, urging you deeper, harder, faster. The bed creaks and sways beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful drive of your hips.
The elves watch, entranced and aroused beyond measure, their own hands bring them closer and closer to the edge. The dark elf with the ember eyes screams out her own release, her body shaking and convulsing as she brings herself to a shattering climax. The high elf and the other wood elf soon follow, their cries of ecstasy mingling with the sounds of your flesh slapping against flesh and the redhead's increasingly desperate moans.
You can feel her tightening around you, her walls fluttering and clamping.
With a final, deep thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside the fiery-haired elf, your swollen balls pressing against her upturned bottom. She screams out her release, her body convulsing and shaking beneath you as a massive orgasm crashes over her. Her velvet walls clamp down around your shaft like a vice, rippling and squeezing, desperately trying to milk you of your precious seed.
You let out a guttural groan, your back arching as you erupt deep inside her. You fill her to capacity and beyond, your thick, hot cum flooding her womb and spilling out around your pistoning shaft. It's a sight to behold, the way her taut belly swells and distends from the sheer volume of your release. The elves watch in awe, their eyes wide and mouths agape as they witness the sheer force and volume of your climax.
But you're not done. With a final, shuddering thrust, you pull your throbbing, still-spurting cock out of her dripping, gaping hole. A torrent of your thick, creamy seed comes pouring out of her, gushing and splattering onto the bed and the elves gathered around. They gasp and moan, reaching out to catch your essence on their fingers and tongues, tasting the fruit of your labor.
The room is quickly filling with the heady scent of sex and the musky aroma of your cum. It's like a warm, sticky rain is falling, coating the elves and the furniture alike. They laugh and play in it, smearing it onto their skin and licking it from their fingers like the sweetest of nectars.
You stand tall and proud, your impressive physique glistening with a sheen of sweat, your shaft still hard and ready for more. The elves look up at you with utter adoration and hunger, their bodies aching to be filled and claimed by you. The chief, Elowen, rises from the crowd, her eyes blazing with a mix of lust and determination.
"Alaric," she breathe, her voice ragged and raw with desire, "you are truly a god among men. We have never seen such a magnificent display of virility and stamina."
She steps closer, her fingers trailing down your chest, your stomach, coming to rest at the base of your still-hard shaft.
TO BE CONTINEUD
NEXT: Chapter 2: Leveling up