It had been the first time in a very long time where I had a break from my usual career, and I spent it where I usually did, at the inn I was staying at, trying to have as much alcohol as possible to forget all the terrible things that had happened in my life.
I guess it’ll be easier for me to explain who I was, first. My name is Evelynn, and I’m a drow, or a dark elf. I had extremely long maroon hair that reached past my waist, and a figure that I maintained through my years of living in a constant state of war. Like other dark elves, I was around 5 feet tall, with a slight build with somewhat sharp features, with large eyes and large pointed ears. My equipment consisted of magical boots and a cloak, with a fine mesh armor similar to chainmail. It was black in color (of course), and was empowered by exposure to the radiations of the Drow homeland, and lost its power when exposed to sunlight.
An interesting part about my culture was that females were generally more powerful than males, and most armor was passed on from mother to daughter through generations. This meant my beautiful well-endowed breasts could fit into the armor my mother had passed onto me with no problem. As a Drow, I have learned to move silently and with graceful quickness, even when wearing my armor, and I was able to blend into shadows with ease. I carried a dagger and short swords wherever I went, though I have found the use of a crossbow from time to time. All in all, I was a pretty proud woman, and had years of battle under my belt.
This was well and good for someone who could take care of herself in life, but I lacked some significant company in my life, which had always been something that I missed dearly after leaving my home behind. Men seemed to be frightened of me. I was okay with all men from dwarfs, elves, humans, and all types of other beast-folk, as long as they would keep me company for the night and take my perversions. After what seemed like a hundred years of trying, I had barely bothered any more.
I was wearing my usual armor and sitting at the table at the corner of the bar when a man walking in caught my eye. Of course, I had already gauged most of the people there, trying to see if they were dangerous or not, though none seemed too malicious. He was different than anyone else though, with soft male characteristics, which made him look somewhat feminine, especially with his cleanly shaven face. I wondered if he had even grown anything in the first place to look so smooth and silky.
It was quite a busy day at the inn, as most of the folk were coming down from fanfare from the kingdom of Bridgerton, and cheering as they discussed the festivities. As the male looked around, he realized at once there was nowhere for him to sit down. Great, this was a chance for me to make a friend - and maybe not scare him away with my weapons. I stealthily hid away my giant sword, making it so he wasn’t nervous when he saw me, and called out to him. “Hey, you can sit with me if you’d like.”
He studied me for a few seconds while narrowing his eyes and after a few seconds, nodded as he approached. “Another beer over here!” I cried out to the bar maiden, who nodded her response.
He pulled the chair and stared at me, making me realize I should be the one to introduce myself first. “Hi, I’m Evelynn.” I reached my hand across the table. He wrapped his soft one against mine, and I shook it eagerly. “You’re coming down from Brigerton?” I asked.
He nodded. “I’m Azreal. I seemed to have lost my friends in the middle of their drunken ravelry, so decided I would stay here for the night.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Pete managed to have a room for you?”
He shook his head sheepishly. “No. I guess I’ll be laying in the barn tonight with the animals.”
I laughed out loud. “Poor guy…” I would’ve offered for him to stay with me… but I didn’t want to scare him. Not yet, at least.
The bar maiden arrived with his beer a second later, and he drank about half of it before looking at me again. “Whoa.” I commented, grinning at him. “Slow down there.”
He couldn’t help but smile back at me. “Sorry, I’ve had a pretty long walk, and I’m completely exhausted.”
“And faminished?” I asked with a devilish wink. I had wondered if he got my message, but the blush that crept furiously up his face indicated that he did. I didn’t want to admit it, but he was someone that I found myself drawn to, despite knowing nothing about him. It was purely physical though, fulfilling a lust I have needed for many years now.
He seemed to be incredibly thirsty, because he kept ordering more drinks, and we spent the next few hours chatting with each other, with him telling me about the festivities at the castle. I was quite jealous of him. I had missed it while on a mission, though the thoughts were pushed out of my mind the more I moved towards him, my body completely drawn to him.
He seemed to be attracted to me as well, though, but was much shyer about it. He didn’t decline any of my approaches, or any of my winks and witty banter, and I realized by the end of the night that he wanted to lay in bed with me as well, but just wouldn’t admit it to me. Or himself.
“Listen, do you want to just stay with me tonight?” I asked abruptly.
The 5th mug of beer he was chugging down stopped halfway up his mouth. He paused and raised his eyebrows, like he was considering the pros and cons of my offer. “Are you sure, madame?”
I laughed out loud at that. “No one’s called me madame before.”
“Is that because you’re a drow warrior?”
I was the one who looked shocked at that. “How did you know?” We were few and far between, and most people just assumed I was a normal elf.
He shrugged. “The way you look and act.” He moved around me to look at where I had hidden the sword just a few hours before. “You also have one huge sword for a normal elf.” I blushed now. How had he known? No matter, I wouldn’t let him have the upper hand on me.
“Well, would you like to sleep with me or not?” I asked.
“Sleep with you?” He grinned.
I flashed him the same wicked grin back. “Are you interested, my dear human?”
“Well, I’m drunk, lonely, and eager to please. Why not?” I suppressed my urge to squeak in happiness. I couldn’t believe it. I had a certain type - more feminine men, and the more feminine they were, the more they were afraid of me. Not just with how I welded a weapon, but how I welded my own weapon. But now, this guy that I was entirely attracted to was giving me a chance, and how could I not be extremely excited? I knew I couldn’t push him too far though, not so soon, so I gathered my belongings and led him up the stairs silently, with my mind racing from all the things I wanted to do to him.
“You can place your belongings anywhere.” I said to him as he studied the smallest room at the inn, which had been my home for the past month.
“Looks… cozy.” He said. I looked back at him with an exasperated look. He only laughed at me in response.
“Shall we get started then?” I asked him tentatively, still worried he was going to run away.
He nodded, though before he could do anything I approached him with my hips swaying and moved to pull his tunic off. He raised his arms in compliance as I pulled it off slowly. The heat between us was palpable now, but we still hadn’t touched each other. Oh, I desperately wanted to touch him. Next, I knelt down to the ground and pulled his pants off slowly, making him look down at me in lust.
“You’re wearing too much now.” He said. I wasn’t looking at his face, but I could feel the smile plastered on his face.
“Maybe you should help me take it off, then.” I replied. He did, and took his time with it just like I did. The chainmail was difficult for him to manage, but I helped him along with it, and loved to look in his eyes as my breasts were bare to him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He said with his eyes glazed with lust. I wasn’t able to stop him as he bent down and pressed a nipple into his mouth. He began to twirl his tongue against it, and I moaned out loud as I pushed my fingers into his hair. It had been too long since someone had sucked my nipples, and he seemed to do it with great hunger.
It was so much that my dick was straining in my pants, though I was trying very hard to hide it from him until now. It throbbed though, and I knew he would notice it soon.
When he was done nibbling and sucking on both of my breasts, he looked up at me, and pulled me tight against his body. That was when he noticed. His eyes widened as he stared at me, and I wondered whether or not he was considering running.
“Are you scared?” I asked. He only shook his head in response. Well, he should’ve been scared. He reached towards me with shaky hands and pulled the rest of my clothes off of me, which made my dick spring up into the chilly room’s air. He looked at my cock for a second before wrapping his hands around it. He began to stroke it like he’d done it before, which made me realize that I was right in my assumption that he wasn’t a virgin to this sort of thing.
“Bend over.” I ordered. I inclined my head towards the bed, and he obeyed like the good boy I knew he was. He was too slow for me, though, and I pushed him until his ass hung in the air, completely pinned in place by my hands on his waist. His cock was as hard as mine, though slightly slower, though I ignored it as I spit into my hands. Without asking him if he was ready, I rubbed the saliva around his ass, which made him moan and wiggle against me. “Don’t move.” I hissed. He listened to me, which made me realize he was a natural submissive.
I pushed a finger into him, and he moaned at the sensation of me stretching him out. He stayed still though, and I pushed another into him. “Too much for you?” I asked. He shook his head in response. I began to thrust into him with my hands expertly, letting my previous experience teach me what gives a man the most pleasure when I’m in his ass. He groaned and pushed back against me, hitting my palm with every thrust. I was stretching him out significantly, and when he didn’t seem like he was in pain, I knew he was ready.
Honestly, I wasn’t able to wait anymore. I needed to feel myself inside of him. I aimed my cock against his entrance, and pushed in slightly. He gasped out and couldn’t help himself as he grinded back. “More, baby?” He nodded, and I pushed in a bit more after pulling out.
God, I loved when guys begged me as I teased them. And I knew he would be very fun to tease. I thrusted into him over and over with my tip, and he groaned in frustration as I continued. “Do you want more?” Hoe nodded again.
“I want you to tell me.” I demanded. He paused for a second, thinking about it, then shook his head. “Excuse me?” I asked.
“I’m embarrassed…” It was completely adorable for him to act this way, but I knew I had to maintain my composure.
Instead of giving him what he wanted, I moved my body around to wrap my hand around his cock, and gave him a tentatively long stroke as I thrusted a bit more into him. He cried out loud at the sensation as I squeezed down at his head, and I grinned down against his heated back. “Tell me you want more.” I asked him again.
This time, he clearly had enough. “Please, Evelynn. Fuck me - hard.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I let go of his cock and moved back to his waist. I gave him what he wanted. I exited his body completely, waited for a second, and then thrusted fully into him. He made a guttural noise in the back of his throat. I knew at this point the pain was mixing into pleasure for him, and so I thrusted over and over, knowing I had needed a tight ass wrapped around my cock for many years now.
He was squeezing and milking me the more I entered him, and it was making me lose complete control of my body. Honestly, it just felt too damned good. I adjusted my angle slightly, trying to get even deeper inside of him, and realized I had hit his prostate precisely when he practically screamed out loud. I grinned to myself as I held him in place and continued to hit that spot. “I’m cumming!” He told me, though when he screamed my name and bounced against my cock, I realized no cum had come out of him. It would be a dry orgasm for him, then.
It was good that I had the stamina of a drow, because it felt so fucking good I would’ve cum straight away if I was a human. Instead, I kept pounding him past the squeezing and milking, and was focused on the bouncing of my tits instead. It was so hot watching my hardened nipples move up and down in the air, though I had decided to lean over and press them to him so I could whisper dirty things in his ear.
I was going slower now, pulling all the way back and then pounding into him when he least expected it. Each thrust was making him cry out, which in turn made me harder and harder. “Do you want to cum again, baby?” I breathed into his ear, and gave him a flick against it as I did.
He nodded eagerly. “I’m so close Evelynn…”
It was time to have my fun again. I continued to tease him thoroughly, and when I realized he was close by the way he was practically mewling underneath me, I stopped my motions entirely. “Wha--- Why did you stop?” He demanded.
“Maybe I’m done with you for the night.” I said with a hint of mischief.
“Come on… I’m so close… please.” He said. Well, he was okay with begging immediately this time. I took his begging into stride as I began to pound into him again. He was getting closer… so close he could practically taste it. So close that… I stopped again.
He looked back and gave me a look that was hard to describe… a picture of lust and annoyance. “Why did you stop?!” His voice was needy and frail.
“Because you only cum when I give you permission to.” I said, and began to thrust him again. He was like a wild animal at this point, his mind only fixed on my cock pounding his insides with wild abandonment.
This time, I heard him beg me to give him permission to cum, and though I didn’t reply to him, I didn’t stop this time either. I was getting close myself, and I was finally letting my body drive itself over the edge. I wrapped my hand around him again, and began to stroke him over and over again, making him moan underneath my touch.
I drove him over the edge at the same time I did. This time, it wasn’t a dry orgasm. He came hard with his prostate pulsing against my cock, and me spurting my saved load into him over and over again. There was so fucking much of it, but he didn’t care. He was too focused on his balls squeezing tight as he continued to cum, which drenched the bed in his own sticky white goo. We were both panting heavily now, and I was proud of myself for being able to last this long.
I exited from his ass with a ‘pop’, and he collapsed onto the bed immediately. I laid down next to him, and wrapped my arm around his stomach as I did. He nuzzled back into my chest, and I smiled down into his hair. “Was I too harsh on you?” I asked.
“Fuck, that was everything I’d ever needed, Evelyn.” Was his response.
“Good boy.” I purred.
I had finally found the person that I was looking for, someone who could take my constant lust and wild desires, and never judged me for it. In fact, he seemed to make me even worse than usual. I was very glad I was there at the inn that night, and knew I would take Azreal in the morning again, unless he was too sore to do anything that soon.
I smiled again when I felt him relax against me and begin to snore. If I were being honest with myself, I would probably fuck him tomorrow even if he was sore, and he would love every second of it.