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Thalyssra smirked, tracing her fingernails across her lover's chiseled abdomen. Meanwhile, she kept her other delicate hand wrapped around his shaft, squeezing the warm, hard flesh and pumping gently. The Sin'dorei lord, her Sin'dorei lord and sweet husband, kept his fists clenched and his jaw locked. His pale, lean body thrashed beneath her ministrations, a delicate sex-sweat coating his skin.
"Doesn't it hurt holding back, love?~" Thal asked with a teasing lilt in her voice. "Don't you want to let out all that hot, Sin'dorei seed?"
The pale-haired man merely shook his head, staring directly up at her with his one intact, emerald eye. She shivered at the ferocity of the love she saw reflected back at her. Her heart hammered away in her bountiful chest, and she marveled at the choices that had brought them together. Had the events with the Legion, the distraction of peace after the Shadowlands, and Liadrin's gentle nudging never happened she would not be here in their regal, crimson and violet private chambers, would not be sitting with her long, thick thighs draped across his muscular legs.
Lor'Themar's eager manhood was sticking up between her thighs and begging to be slid into the wet, drooling entrance hovering near it. She took pleasure in denying him, as she always did. He was not bound but after years of discipline he knew better than to thrust inside her without permission, and was man enough not to ask. More than that, he knew better than to waste a load outside of her even with her temptations trying to convince him otherwise.
He was a true elf, he knew where his semen belonged, and knew how much of a disgrace it was to waste. Or maybe she just loved her husband's cock, and all the salty delight it had to offer. Thalyssra cupped his balls gently, squeezing as she continued to pump his dripping shaft.
"Now now, sweet husband We'll be going all night, surely you can waste a little." To emphasize this sweet temptation, the Shal'dorei began to slowly, surely, drag her luminescent, tattooed ass up and down his crotch, hand squeezing tighter as she jerked him in it.
"Not until you're fat with child," Lor'Themar finally broke his silence, and the words struck a shiver down Thalyssra's spine. His patience, that sensual tone, drove her over the edge. She spread her own lips with two fingers and showed her glistening folds to him. His smile was warm, knowing. His gaze sent an electric bolt through her clit, and she rubbed it with sudden desperate. Using that rush of silken, dizzy heat, she sunk down onto his member without warning. The elven man let out a deep, satisfied groan as he felt his manhood burrow into his wife's glistening entrance.
His eyes rolled at that hot, liquid heaven, cock throbbing within her.
"Are you finally going to knock me up?" Thalyssra asked, voice breathy…
He had been planning to be gentle, but that knocked the wind out of those sails. Instead, he felt his body consumed by the intense, smothering lust he always felt around this slut he called his wife. He went from gentle easing in to a steady bound in mere minutes, and Thalyssra for her part only gasped slightly, perfect lip's forming a perfect "O" as he slid home inside her. Those lips were too irresistible to him. He kissed her.
Bouncing up and down on her sweet husband. Every time she moved her magnificent breasts would bounce as well, and she buried her sin'dorei husband's face in her chest as she knew he loved. Now smothered, the man's cock somehow grew harder, hotter, and she felt a weak splash of pre-cum inside her. Elven fertility was exceptionally low, even with magical assistance, and years into their marriage it had yet to reach fruition. Yet the excitement of the possibility never met, and each time they coupled together so urgently like this, her thoughts soon became red-hot, suffocated beneath the delicious weight of possible motherhood. She had always craved a child, and the thought of this beautiful man she called hers pushing a kid into her drove her wild with desire.
"Yes, oh yes," Thalyssra whimpered above him, not ashamed to let her moans and shrill gasps out, loud though they were. They flooded the room, and no doubt the hall. Lor'Themar grinned, teasing her clit and enjoying the way his teasing made her noises even worse, his cock sawing so delightfully up into her. She was so tight, and he was so big, they truly were the perfect match. Being spread open, split apart, fucked like this - it was all she could possibly want.
The muscular elf wrapped his arms around her waist, starting to thrust harder. He went from a gentle, easy rut to something more desperate, more primal as he felt his wife's snatch start to tremble and clutch at his manhood. Her belly was alive with butterflies, and she felt his cock throb urgently, a rapid heartbeat near the entrance of her womb. Thalyssra felt the hungry urge in his every thrust, every throb.
"Thalyssra, Thalyssa!" Lor panted her name like hymn. It was music to her ears, and when heat flooded her loins, clit growing hot and swollen, he reached up and rubbed her clitoris. He did not stop thrusting up, and Thalyssra let out a sharp, almost angry-sounding moan. Her nails raked into his abdomen and in the next few seconds, her long, heavy rise and falls upon his cock became something else entirely. She went from dragging herself up so slowly to rocking onto his dick with short, panting, desperate motions.
Squelch, squelch~ Her glistening pussy clutched him desperately, the wet friction of his cock pushing in and out of her wet, slippery folds and against her sensitive g-spot proving too much for the ancient elf woman. With each thrust, she came closer to the edge.
As always, as is proper, she came first - and would cum many more times tonight- her feminine juices dripping in torrents around his cock and down her thighs. She was soaked, soaked just for him, and her hands lovingly grazed his on her hips. She was not done, and he knew it, for he did not stop thrusting for a moment. If anything, his grip on her hips grew tighter, his hot breath on her chest heavier. As he began to suck and tease the swollen nub of one of her nipples, Thalyssra moaned and buried her fingers into his hair.
"Yess~" She whined, rolling her hips, body rocking back against him.
Panting and whimpering, sex had destroyed the well-kept hairdo of his wife. She was undone, glistening with sweat, eyes glowing and narrowed from her orgasm. The muscles in her abdomen flexed impressively as she eagerly carried herself up and down his shaft as a proper woman does, as a proper wife does. Lor'Themar realized there was no way to escape his looming orgasm.
Thalyssra clutched onto him, entering another shuddering orgasm as with a muttered, "Take it all," Lor'Themar licked and sucked at her breasts, his cock starting to paint the insides of her glistening Shal'dorei womanhood with ropes of thick cum. She moaned like a bitch in heat, thrashing and throwing her head back as his seed hit home inside her, rolling her hips and spreading her thighs. She beat her clit to a third, shuddering orgasm, rocking harshly on top of him, biting her bottom lip.
Lor'Themar couldn't believe it as he beheld her. Riding him like he was a stallion, the leader of the Shal'dorei had chosen him of all people to keep at her side, to keep as her beloved. With a long, deep, satisfied groan, Lor'Themar cherished his good fortune and bucked his load into her wanton folds—
Never one for cuddling, Thalyssra let out a long, satisfied moan, relaxing back against him. "That was fun, but we need to invite Liadrin next time~"
Lor'Themar grinned, brushing his fingers through his wifes hair and kissing her neck. "You're insatiable. Need her mouth on you that badly, love?"
Thalyssra didn't deny it, smirking wide. "She just does this special thing with the light and her tongue~! It's not my fault traditions hold us back so strongly. It'd be better for us all if we threw it all away and came out. You both are my partners."
Lor'Themar burst into laughter. "If our laws would let you marry her, why do I feel like I wouldn't be here?"
Thalyssra joined him in easy laughter and kissed his lovely mouth. She loved both of her Sin'dorei playthings, and many others. Lor'Themar understood that, and certainly he understood the passion between she and Lia- something she had desperately tried to avoid when they first married. Now, such efforts were wasted. The two shared Thalyssra, they pleasured her… together.
For now… "Oh, you'd still be kept around," She whispered, biting his bottom lip and starting to move herself harshly against him. "You haven't knocked me up yet, after all, you pathetic, weak-seeded man~"
"Oh, you're asking for it-" Lor'Themar purred, cock rising up to meet the challenge.