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The Camp

The rest of the camp had long since trudged away to their tents, leaving Rhys alone to gaze fondly at the stars. The forest was teaming with life; pleasant coos and chirps mingled with the occasional distant howl from wolves.

Many explorers felt unease at the prospect of camping in Medrin forest, legends were abound of restless unseelie spirits that would steal away your very soul as you slept. His cohorts took great care in sketching protective circles around their tents and hung gaudy talismans to ward away the unseelie.

Rhys was a practical sort and gave no credence to such notions. The veteran soldier faced far too many monsters on the battlefield to be intimidated by childish stories. No, there was far more to fear from a cutthroat brigand than any shadowy apparitions.

He gave the small camp one last glance before clambering into his tent. Off went his heavy boots and leathers, and his trusted rapier and dirk were placed within arm's reach. Rhys dimmed his lantern and reclined on his bedroll. The sounds of nature gently lulled him to sleep.

A Welcome Intruder

A gentle rustling woke him but Rhys knew better than to panic. Slowly, carefully he drifted his hand to his dirk but just as his hand touched the pommel, a slender hand scooted it away. Rhys could feel the gentle pressure of someone perched over him.

"Hallo, handsome man." the intruder whispered, her breath was hot against his ear. Rhys opened his eyes to see a gorgeous woman perched over him. Moonlight bathed her form; she was an elf, like him, but her skin was gray as ash. Her red eyes glittered with mischief. She was unlike anything he had ever seen.

The dark-skinned elf could sense the soldier's captivation as his hand ceased its struggle against hers. Her eyes glinted in the moonlight as she pressed a finger to her lips, urging him to be quiet.

She slipped against him, her lithe body pressed against his. Her small breasts cushioning against his chest. Her nipples rose to soft mounds beneath the thin fabric of her top. She nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent, allowing her hair to tickle his skin.

"We play, yes?" she murmured, nipping gently at his earlobe. She was already pulling her clothes off, wiggling her rear to shimmy out of the tight pants.

"I must be dreaming." Rhys sighed, but it was all too real. The girl rubbed her naked body against his, cooing softly into his ear. The heat of her sex was intense against his thigh. She wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and her eyes widened in delight.

"Definitely not dreaming." he gasped.

Introductions

The girl purred softly, pleased by the soldier's throbbing hardness. She tightened her grip around his shaft, stroking him slowly as she gazed into his eyes. Her thumb teased the tip, smearing the bead of moisture that had gathered there.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Good." Her voice was breathy, laden with desire. She nipped at his earlobe again before trailing kisses down the side of his neck, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

The dark elf straddled his hips, her naked sex pressing against his shaft. She slowly dragged her hips forward and then back, stifling a moan with her hand.

The sensations were nearly too much, the girl paused and caught her breath. She touched her chest and whispered, "Kett."

With a little sigh she continued to grind her hips against him, coating his cock with her juices. Her small breasts swayed gently as she moved.

He suddenly realized she had introduced herself and stammered, "R-Rhys."

Kett snickered quietly and guided one of his hands to her chest, encouraging him to touch her. She gave a coy smile and squeezed his hands, "Play with Kett, Ru'Rhys."

"Rhys." he corrected, taking her by the shoulders. Deftly, he rolled atop and pressed her to the ground. Kett made a surprised squeak.

"Just Rhys."

Kett's eyes went wide as his weight pressed down on her lithe frame. She looked up at him with eager eyes, a fierce blush coloring her cheeks.

She tangled slender fingers in his black hair as he loomed over her, tugging gently. Her thighs parted instinctively, welcoming him between them. The heat of her sex radiated against his hips.

"Mmmm..." she purred, a sound of pure need and desire. Her hips undulated beneath him, rubbing her dripping sex along the hard length of his cock. She was more than ready for him, aching to feel him inside her.

Rhys grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. His hands nearly wrapped around her small waist. His cock pressed against her slick mound and, once again, Kett struggled to remain quiet. Rhys dipped low to kiss her hotly before he pushed the tip within.

"Noy jitat!" she gasped, her eyes wide. Rhys touched a finger to her lips and she nodded.

Rhys's cock pushed past her slick folds, the thick head spreading her tight walls. Kett's mouth fell open in a silent moan. His hands roamed up her body to cup her breasts gently, rolling his thumbs over the sensitive flesh of her nipples.Kett bit her her lip hard to keep quiet as he pushed deeper, his hard shaft stretching her around him. It felt like she was breaking but her body screamed for more. Her pussy clenched and fluttered, trying to draw him in further. She could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it sank into her depths. Soft mewls of pleasure spilled from her lips that threatened to wake the whole camp.

Rhys grabbed hold of her legs and hoisted her hips up. He drew back just a bit before slamming hard within. The force of their collision shook her whole body and Kett let out a strangled gasp. Her walls clenched vice-tight around him. She could feel every inch of him stretching her open, filling her completely.

She was so small and tight, Rhys could feel her body shaking from the sheer intensity of the sensation. Her arousal flooded out around his pistoning shaft, dripping down onto the bedroll beneath them.

"G-good, Rhys." she moaned quietly, "Good p-play."

A Close Call

There was a rustling outside and someone called out, "Rhys? Is everything alright?"

Rhys pulled free of the girl and she convulsed reflexively. He held a hand over her mouth gently and calmly responded, "Yes, of course. I'm adjusting something. Sorry to bother you."

He paused long enough to confirm the interloper had gone back to sleep before turning back to Kett. The girl's hand fluttered near his satchel but then snatched her pants up.

"Kett leave now," she whispered breathlessly, "No trouble for Rhys."

"You're no trouble." he murmured.

Rhys caught her hand sharply and swept Kett around. She squeaked in surprise but allowed him to position her face-down to the bedroll. He hoisted her rear up and brought his cock to bear against her sex. Kett let out a strangled moan, quickly muffled by the bedroll, as Rhys plunged back into her. Her body shook and trembled. She could feel every throbbing inch of him, stretching her impossibly tight walls around his girth. Her fingers clenched in the fabric, gripping as if it could anchor her against the onslaught. She arched her back, pushing her rear up higher to meet his thrusts. The new angle let him drive even further, his cock pounded against her deepest confines with each powerful stroke.

"N-noy… noy jitat…" Kett whimpered breathily, biting down on the bedroll to keep her cries from spilling out. Her hips rolled back against him, taking him greedily. "A'mer unvess… nya, Rhys!"

Rhys didn't need to understand her words, he could feel Kett's body nearing an incredible climax. Her muscles spasmed beneath his fingertips as he hammered away. His pace was merciless, each thrust shook her from rump to shoulders.

Her release was explosive, every part of her body convulsing in an all-consuming orgasm. Kett's mouth hung open in a silent scream of ecstasy as she clenched down on him. She writhed and bucked in his grasp.

Rhys slapped her rump and hilted against her forcefully, reveling in the wild sensations her body evoked. Kett looked back at him and smiled weakly.

"Seshur…" she murmured, wiggling her hips encouragingly against his, "Please. Please."

With a grunt, Rhys struck as deep as he could. He struggled to remain quiet as his climax erupted inside her and spilled free.

"So warm…" she purred contentedly, rubbing herself against him.

The Getaway

Rhys slumped back to catch his breath and Kett snickered alluringly. She crawled around to face him and pressed her lips to his. She bit his lip hard as she pulled away.

"Drek, that hurt!" Rhys snapped. He dabbed his lip and found blood, giving Kett a fierce look. She winked and giggled at him. The girl scooped up her clothing and turned to leave.

"Nice play, Rhys." she cooed, "S'ven eya."

With a little farewell wave, she vanished into the darkness. Rhys was mystified for a moment, torn between chasing after and letting her go. He shook his head and reached for his breeches.

"What a remarkable girl." he sighed, "No one will believe this."

As he pulled on his pants he noted the flap of his satchel was open. Panic struck him and he snatched the bag up. He rummaged, peered about, and then tossed it to the ground in disgust.

"She robbed me!" he exclaimed. Rhys raced out from his tent, peering around in the dark. She was nowhere to be found, vanished like a ghost.

From the tent beside his, someone sleepily muttered, "Should've put wards up."