Fred Sparkrock - Burning Desires

He nodded to them to lead on as he slipped into his Hortian robes of royalty that Jan had apparently ordered for him from the inn. His weapons, including his precious laser, were there also.

It took only moments to wind their way back to the palace. Another few seconds, and his servant companions opened another massive wooden door, not unlike those he was becoming accustomed to finding in Kellerian palaces. He stepped into a room that would've made a sultan's harem envious with its luxury. But he gave little notice to the opulence that surrounded him. His eyes saw only one thing. A very beautiful, short-haired redhead who stood in long velvet robes in the middle of the chamber-Elf!

"Chad!" she exclaimed as her eyes settled on him then she rushed forward, as did he.

When they met, there was no stopping the flurry of wet, warm kisses as they desperately tried to cover any and all skin left exposed by their garments. When their lips at last met in a long, loving joining, they communicated more than hours of conversation could've achieved.

Remaining in the girl's clinging arms, he maneuvered her to the edge of a large oval bed on one side of the room. As their lips continued to meet and their tongues continued to delve in and out of each other's mouth, they somehow managed to seat themselves. Eventually, Ponkert gently eased the girl from him. Tears of happiness flowed from her hazel eyes.

Somewhere finding the strength to resist the urge to pull her back into his arms, he started his tale. Beginning with the Werewolf and ending it with the battle for her freedom and a peace treaty between the two cities, he told her everything. Everything! He left no detail of his Kellerian adventures unmentioned.

"Then that means we're safe and in the hands of friends," Elf finally commented, almost irritating him with her easy acceptance of his explanation.

"Do you understand everything I've said?" he questioned, perplexed by her attitude.

"Yes, everything," she smiled, as her hands lovingly caressed the sides of his face. "But all that is in the past. And the treaty is in the future. All that matters now is that we, together, are safe and in no danger."

He laughed at her crazy, wonderful logic and enwrapped her in his arms.

His tongue once more plunged into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Her lips parted willingly and her own tongue played and teased at his.

"Take me, my lord," she whispered as their lips parted. "Please, it's all that I want for now. Everything else can wait."

Despite the bulkiness of their clothing and the intricate clasps and catches that held the garments together, they managed to strip with little interrupting of their demanding embraces. He groaned long and low when at last he felt the summery touch of her body pressed against him.

Skin to skin, man to woman.

Lowering her to the bed once again under his pressing weight, his hands hungrily raced over the enticing smoothness of her young supple body.

His tongue flicked out against her fleshy little earlobe, easily bringing delighted pleasure-moans from her lips. As he increased his taunting, his teeth nibbled at the lobe, eventually capturing it. In turn, his tongue whipped at the sensitive flesh until she writhed beneath him, rolling the bulging mounds of her breasts across his chest.

The yearning call of her pillowy tits summoned his hands. Answering the invitation, he rolled to his side and slightly off the soft body under him. Dancing his fingertips in swirling little patterns, beginning at the ear opposing the one he busied with his mouth, he teased down the long freckle-sprinkled arch of her graceful neck, arriving with tantalizing slowness at the base of one of the fleshy mountains.

Shivery little trembles shot through her body at the contact of breast and hand. She groaned and wedged a warm thigh between his yielding legs.

Her thigh eased up, finding the thickness of man-meat swelling from his loins. Her body quaked with excitement as she felt the throbbing virility coursing through his cock.

With a definite languor, she rolled the thick shaft, teasing him into soft aroused moans. She shivered as the first flow of preseminal juices oozed to the sleek surface of her thigh. Warm and wet, it slicked over the supple roundness of her leg as she moved against him.

As he gave up the pleasure-tortured earlobe and moved his lips and tongue to her neck, his fingers gently traced the large circumference of her billowy breast. Having traversed the complete base, he raced his fingertips around it once again, delighting at the series of flesh tremors he ignited in the girl.

Spiralling and circling in the aroused heaving mound, he climbed up the alluring cone. Quivering and warm, the flesh beneath his fingertips trembled with increasing alacrity as he ascended. Her breathing deepened and quickened as she readily foresaw the ultimate goal of his climbing touch.

Jolts of electric excitement volted through her body as he probed the quiescent nipple seated atop the fleshy crest. Lightly, he tapped at the little button bringing it to glowing life. His fingers swirled over the rubbery nubbin stiffening it to a jutting bud that stood erect and hard.

Likewise her breathing was sharp and her chest heaved hard.

Simultaneously, he tweaked at the one nipple possessed by his hand with his forefinger and thumb, while his mouth unexpectedly leaped from the softness of her sensitive, pleasure-arched throat to the opposing nipple perched sleepily on her unattended tit. Her moans came as abrupt, piteous little cries at his sudden oral attack. Her thigh eagerly pressed at his swollen prick and lasciviously rubbed its length.

Using his teeth to nibble, his tongue to lick, and his lips to caress, he had the lifeless bud of flesh aroused stiff and throbbing in record time. Moaning uncontrollably under the dual sensations commanding her breasts, she arched toward him. Responding, his mouth opened and accepted the ponderous bulk of tit that was offered. At the same time, his hand closed around the opposite mound and squeezed tightly.

Sucking and licking with earnest vigour at one of the titillating orbs, he kneaded the yielding flesh of the other. Over and over his fingers dug into the pliable globe that strained into his encompassing palm.

Molding the breast to his wishes, he rolled and tugged and squeezed. Her heated belly rose and pressed against his side, demanding the attention it so desperately wanted.

In a manoeuver that took her breath away, he pulled his lips away from her breast with a loud sucking sound and dropped to the sleek plain of her stomach. Kissing and licking his way over and across the summery flesh, pausing momentarily to drill into the little, dark well of her navel, he fanned new waves of quivery trembles in the body under him.

The eagerly exploring fingers and warm palm of his hands relinquished its dominance of her other breast and slid down the gentle slope of her side. As he had done on their first night together, he stopped upon reaching her thigh. Again he stroked over the quivering flesh until her legs opened to him in submission to his will.

His tongue drifted and mingled through the silken red down covering her vulva. Her whimpering fevered pants rose to an increased intensity as she suddenly realized the full intent of his actions. As both his hands soothed over the velvet smoothness of her willingly opened thighs, her own hands entangled their fingers in his hair. Her groans were quite profuse.

Flicking his attention-demanding tongue in and out of his mouth, he moved over the triangular patch of chestnut bushed on her vulva. His lips wetly kissed and taunted at the trembling skin beneath. If she had any doubt as to his plans, he wanted them washed away. If she wondered in the slightest as to his intents, he wanted all doubt blocked out.