The Finest Wine

His wet tunic stuck to his skin as he walked across the crowded room towards the fire. It had been a long day, in fact a long week, out in the wild, alone. Yet, despite being surrounded by people in the bustling inn, Tal still felt isolated. He had always been a loner, and generally was happy with this, but there came times when he craved the companionship of others. Tonight was one of those nights, but as he glanced around the room, he knew he wouldn’t find what he wanted here. Hunters and trappers, the occasional merchant, were the primary inhabitants of the common room. A couple of waitresses, weary looking from fending off the wandering hands of the patrons, made their way through the crowds.

Tal stood in front of the roaring fire place, warming his hands. He could feel his wet clothes heating up, almost searing his skin, but it felt good, as if searing away the days’ worth of grime.

“It’s a foul night to be out, wanderer.” A voice said beside him.

Tal started in surprise, one hand going straight to the hilt of the dagger on his belt. Turning, he saw a tall figure next to him, a large cowl pulled over their head, cloak wrapped around them. They were still turned away from him, also seeking the warmth of the fire, but he could tell they were female from the delicate nature of her voice.

“Ummm, yes, yes it is”. He replied, relaxing the grip his dagger.

“It makes one seek the warmth, and the company of others, a night like this”. She replied, still facing the fire. Tal could make out nothing in the dark shadows of the cowl, but her voice seemed almost like a song as she spoke.

“That it does, but the rabble here is not to my taste.” Tal said.

“Maybe I can help with that?” she replied, and turned to face him.

Large blue eyes looked at Tal from a fine, elven face. Strands of red hair peeked out from around her face. She was quite possibly the most stunning creature he had ever seen.

A small smile came to her full lips, and Tal blushed, realising he was staring.

“I’m sorry m’lady, it’s not often we see your kind around these parts. Not that there is anything wrong with your kind. Not that you’re a kind .....” Tal petered off, defeated.

A laugh, like the sound of gently falling rain, came from the elf.

“There is no need to apologise Tal. You may not see us, but we see you and in particular all the good that you’ve done. We saw how you handled things up north, and the kindness you brought to that family. We have been watching you for some time. I have been watching you for some time.” Her eyes twinkled in the depths of her hood.

“Now, come with me. I know what you crave, and I will give it freely, and willingly.” From the depths of her cloak her hand reached out. It was delicate and pale white, and Tal was almost afraid to touch it in case his large, clumsy hand broke it. She didn’t give him a choice though. Taking his hand, she turned and led up out of the common room. Tal was oblivious to the crowd around them as they made their way through, his eyes drawn to the gentle sway of the almost undefinable hips under the cape.


They went upstairs, and the elf led Tal to the room at the very end. Pushing the door open, she took him inside, still holding his hand.

It was a simple room, dominated by a large, comfortable looking bed. A single lamp illuminated the room, casting deeps shadows.

“Please Tal, sit. Can I get you a drink?” the elf asked. She motioned to the bed as the single table in the room had no chair.
“Wine, if you have some m’lady” said Tal. Feeling completely caught off guard by the whole situation, he found himself sitting quickly on the edge of the bed. He could still feel the dampness of his clothes against his skin.

The elf, still concealed within the depths of her cloak, walked over to the table. She reached for the bottle of wine that rested there, and slowly poured a glass of the dark red liquid. Picking it up, she walked over to Tal and offered it.

Tal took the glass, nodding in thanks. He took a sip and felt the warm liquid slide through him, warming him nicely.

“It is from my homeland, designed to warm you on a cold night” The elf said. She then reached up and undid the clasp of her cloak and let it fall to the ground around her.

The elf was wearing a long, dark blue silken gown that clung to her curves. Her full bust was tightly constrained by the laces of her bodice, and the plunging neckline exposed her long neck and fine white skin. Her long, deep red hair hung half way down her back, its curls and ringlets bouncing with every small movement.


Tal drunk in the view, unable to tear his eyes away.

She smiled down at him. “Finish your wine Tal, and then we shall deal with these wet clothes”.

Tal took one long pull his wine, draining the glass in one go. The fine liquid burnt as it went down, but was almost overpowered by the other sensations he was feeling coursing through his body.

The elf walked over and started to unlace his tunic, her slim fingers quickly working. As she leaned forward Tal could smell the scent of lavender in her hair. Her breasts strained at the laces of her bodice as she worked on his clothing. The slow burn that he had been feeling now started to turn into a raging fire, and he felt his body responding to the elf in front of him.

As if knowing what he was thinking, the elf looked him in the eyes and then, in one motion, pulled his tunic over his off. She then traced the lines of his well muscled chest with her eyes, a slight smile on her face.

“Now that we have that sorted, lets address the rest of these wet clothes.” She knelt in front of him and quickly worked at the laces of his breeches, her fingers occasionally brushing against his hard member, which was now straining against the cloth.
Tal fought hard to resist the urges that were flowing through him. He didn’t know this gorgeous creature in front of him and it somehow felt wrong to have these urges, but as she removed each item of clothing, it was like she was peeling away another layer of his self-control.

The next thing he knew, she was reaching to pull off his breeches. He allowed it to happen, to stunned to protest, holding himself up off the bed. Then,  in a moment of almost pathetic modesty, he attempted to cover his hard member.
Again she laughed her red hair bouncing as she threw her head back.

“Tal, we both know what we want. I am yours.”

Moving his hand away from his crotch she knelt before him, slipping her mouth over his tip, sucking gently. Her long hair felt around his thighs, feeling like silk across his skin.

Losing all control, Tal let out a loud groan as she slowly started to suck on him. With each movement she took more of him into her mouth. The whole time she was looking up at him, watching how he reacted.

Then she placed one hand on his shaft, and started to stroke him with both her silken lips and soft fingers.

Tal was lost in a haze of pleasure. It had been too long since he had been with a woman, and even then, it had been some cheap, torrid affair that left him feeling empty afterwards. But this elf, with each swipe of her tongue, each movement of her hand, made him feel like he was ready to explode. His very being seemed to call out in ecstasy.

He could feel the release building, and the elf, as if realising, sucked faster, her hand still working him. But just as he was about to burst, she stopped, looking up at him through her red hair, a teasing smile on her lips.

“This is for us both Tal, and I have my needs too.” She said. She stood up and started unlacing her dress. With a final tug, the ties came loose, and she shrugged it to the floor. Her full, firm breasts, their nipples hard, accentuated her curvaceous body. A small crop of hair covered her mound, but even in the dim light, Tal could see the gleam of moisture.

He started to stand, but she placed a hand on his shoulder, keeping him there. Then sliding one leg on either side, she straddled him as he sat on the bed. His eyes were level with her magnificent breasts, and he couldn’t resist. He reached up, placing a hand on each, slowly working them. He played his thumbs over the hard nipples, gently rubbing, and she let out a moan. Lowering herself slowly, he could feel her mound brush against the tip of him, teasing.

She leaned forward and kissed him, her full lips against his. He could feel her nipples rubbing against his naked chest and she flicked her tongue out, ever so slightly, across his lips. He placed his hands behind her, wanting her closer, letting his fingers play across the small of her back as their lips entwined. She then, in one motion, lowered herself onto his member.

They both moaned. Tal could feel her tightness around him, almost throbbing. His entire length was buried deep inside her, and it drew them almost eye to eye. He looked into those deep blue pools as she started to slowly rock. Each motion drew him almost all the way out, and she would wait, his tip just rubbing against her clit, before sliding back again. The pleasure was beyond anything he could explain as she rocked faster and faster. He tried his best to match her rhythm, reaching up one hand to take a breast and bring the nipple to his mouth. He sucked and teased, feeling how erect it was, and she pulled his head closer, encouraging him.

Each thrust was becoming harder as she continued to ride him. He could again feel his release coming, but fought hard against it, not wanting the experience to end. Then she leaned back, her long red hair falling over her breasts, and he felt, on one last, deep thrust, her climax. She tightened and throbbed around his cock, almost taking him over the edge. But not quite.
Flushed, she looked down at him, still deep inside her. She began rocking again, grinding against him, her breasts bouncing.

“Tell me when you are ready”. She moaned to him, staring into his eyes.

Tal grabbed her waist, pulling her close, thrusting faster. She bounced on his lap, biting her lip in pleasure.

Just as Tal was about to climax he moaned, “Now, now …”

Suddenly she slipped off him and quickly knelt in front, taking his glistening cock between her breasts. It was the final straw, Tal exploded. His seed erupted over her breasts, her porcelain skin, and even her flaming red hair as it was draped around her shoulders. Again and again he throbbed, the release almost electrifying.

Finally, as the last of him spilled out, she took the tip of him in her mouth and sucked gently, cleaning his shaft.

Tal fell back on the bed, completely spent. Never before had he experienced such release, such intense pleasure.

The elf climbed up on the bed beside him, his seed still on her chest. She looked down at him with her large blue eyes.

“Another glass of wine, before I show you more?”

Notes
An entry in December, Round 1, of "Sensual Moments, Vol. II"  [18+]
Prompt: I want the contestants to write a vignette that goes outside their comfort zone...Thus I have chosen an elf girl, which deals with fantasy and for many that alone will qualify. However, if this isn't challenging enough they should consider going beyond the comfort zone of their orientation.
Word Limit: 1,000 minimum, 3,000 maximum
Word Count: 2009