My First Time: The Elf Princess’s Tight Forbidden Hole
Hidden in the bush by the cascading waterfall, my heart hammered like a forge hammer. The forest hummed, but all I heard was my ragged breath. Yesterday, I’d spied her— that elf goddess, naked, fingers plunging into her slick pussy, tits heaving like ripe melons. I’d jerked off watching, spilling into leaves. Today, I waited again, cock throbbing against my pants, knowing I shouldn’t but unable to leave. Bathing first to mask my scent, I crouched low, stomach growling, desire twisting with fear. What if she caught me? Punished me? Or worse… wanted more?
Her song floated in, ethereal, pulling me deeper into the thrill. She stripped, necklace glinting, dove into the pool. I edged forward, pants undone, fist pumping my thick shaft furiously. Eyes wild on the water, pulse racing, pre-cum slicking my hand. Then— cold steel kissed my throat. ‘Who are you, little man?’ Her voice, dreamlike, common tongue perfect. No gnome joke. Panic surged, but my cock stayed rock-hard, jutting obscene. ‘Bigbo, from Ragath village,’ I stammered. She eyed my erection. ‘Caught with your hand on your cock?’ Fear choked me, but her gaze burned hungry. Blade away, her long fingers wrapped my girth— couldn’t circle it fully. ‘Very interesting…’ She knelt doggy-style, ass high, scooping ointment from a silver jar. Fingers circled her puckered hole, dipping in, stretching. Two digits now, scissoring wide. ‘Come on, it’s yours.’ No turning back. My tip nudged her greased ring, sucked in greedy. Heart exploding, I froze— this was it, my virgin plunge into forbidden heat.
