My First Taste of Forbidden Pleasure by the Lake Shore

The sun hung low over the lake, steam rising from our naked bodies after the fight. Blood still crusted my skin, but Colissimo’s glow faded, leaving us alone. Mella’s eyes locked on mine. ‘It’s time I keep my promise, little bearded one,’ she whispered. My heart slammed like a war drum. That promise—from days ago, teasing, innocent. Now real. My cock twitched, stiffened to six inches, thicker after the gods’ gift. Doubts flooded me. Could her elven mouth handle it? I was just a young dwarf, untouched like this.

She dropped to all fours on the grass, ass up, face forward. No shame, even with my bloody mess. ‘Don’t worry,’ she purred, ‘I’ve swallowed bigger carrots raw from the woods.’ Her lips parted, pink tongue flicking out. Fear twisted with fire in my gut. No turning back. The air thickened, my pulse thundering in my ears. Krill and Hermine watched, but this was ours. I stepped closer, hands trembling as I gripped her silky hair at the nape. Her breath hot on my tip. Innocence cracking.

The Approach: Heart Racing by the Water’s Edge

I pushed slow, eyes glued to hers for any flinch. None came. Her mouth enveloped me—warm, wet velvet sucking gentle. Gods, the sensation exploded. Tongue swirling underside, lips stretching around my girth. I groaned, hips bucking instinctive. Pulled back, saliva trailing, then thrust deeper. Her nose buried in my pubes, throat relaxing like she’d done this forever. Heart racing wild, clumsiness fueling the thrill—fingers tight in her hair, awkward rhythm building. Pressure mounted, balls tightening. New world opening, raw and dirty.

The Afterglow: Echoes of a Shattered Innocence

Faster now, her hums vibrating through me. Sweat beaded, breaths ragged. She gagged soft once—exciting fumble—then took it all. Climax hit like a hache blow. I growled, flooding her throat. She swallowed every drop, eyes watering but locked on mine. Pulled out slick, she licked me clean, tender, no rush. Legs shook, chest heaving. First time ever—mouth pleasure, not just hands in the dark.

We panted together. She smiled up, wiping a dribble. ‘See? Easy.’ But inside, everything shifted. No more boyish fumbling alone. I’d crossed into adult fire—shared, visceral. Joined the others as Krill claimed Hermine, but my high lingered. Bathed later, soap suds washing blood and sin, yet the taste stayed. Innocence gone, horizons wide. Nervous kid dead; eager adventurer born. That lakeside promise? My awakening.