As soon as Elora forced Erik inside of her, she released a loud moan of pleasure and a simultaneous sigh of relief.
"Hnaaaaah" she uttered, her voice trembling as she slid down his aty staff. Finally, when he was fully lodged inside her, she leaned over and leaned placed her hands on his chest for balance. The throne was large enough, so her knees were planted next to his legs, but her legs were angled up so that her feet were draped over Erik’s legs.
When she got into place, Erik grunted. Elora’s pussy still felt the best, as her soft folds squird around him like they had a life of their own. He’d once asked her if this was so kind of technique, and she’d said yes, but Erik wouldn’t be surprised if she’d actually modified her body or inscribed a sigil on it, or perhaps this is just how fairies felt.
He wouldn’t be surprised if she used any ans possible to make sure she always felt the best.
Whatever the case, it was an amazing feeling that none of his other sexual partners could mimic.
As Elora adjusted for a mont, Erik reached forward to gently caress the largest breasts among his harem, placed on the shortest body and narrowest waist of any partner he’d had. Her proportions were out of this world, literally, and Erik felt privileged at being able to enjoy them at his leisure.
His hands road greedily around her body for a mont, but after he decided Elora was taking too long to begin moving, he cocked an eyebrow, pinched her nipples, and pulled a little.
"A— Ah!" the fairy’s head imdiately shot up, her body tensing. "D— Don’t do that!" she complained, glaring at him, her hands grabbing his wrists.
When she noticed the confusion on his face, she deflated a little. "I— I almost died today..." she muttered sadly, glancing away with red cheeks. "I know I didn’t seem too affected at first, but... the more I think about it, the more it rattles ."
Erik almost wanted to ask if that wasn’t the perfect ti for so rough, life-affirming sex, when he felt the answer through their bond.
To confirm his realisation, turned her beautiful, erald eyes back towards him. "Normally, I’d spend so ti inside your soul to feel better... but I don’t have that option now." Slowly, she lifted her hips and gently rocked them back down. "I need a little comforting, Erik..." she muttered softly, her eyes downcast, almost embarrassed.
Erik chuckled gently and released her nipples, to instead softly caress her body again. "So when you said you’d fuck as if you could have died today...?"
Grinning a little, Elora nodded. "I ant gently and romantically, yes."
Erik smiled. Elora’s predicant had left him rattled as well, though he would have probably preferred the life-affirming option to deal with it. Still, it’s not like it was his life that almost ended, so he was happy to accommodate Elora.
He did enjoy softer sex with the won he loved, after all.
So, Elora started softly rocking her body with Erik inside, his hands resting gently on her hips. Her crimson hair wobbled behind her back, her body slowly swaying.
It was perhaps a little strange to do this with Astrid sitting re inches away—quiet but looking at them curiously—and especially with the cum-covered pair of rumps presenting in front of the throne—butt-plugged tails swaying back and forth—but they still managed to lose themselves in each other’s eyes.
"I love you, Erik..." she muttered emotionally at one point, gentle pleasure radiating through their bodies, warmth filling both their eyes. "Our relationship didn’t have the best of starts, but I’m glad we’re here, now... hahn... Let’s continue making sure it doesn’t end prematurely, alright...?"
Erik, being a less eloquent speaker, simply smiled and leaned forward to press his lips against hers, his agreent clear. Elora’s hands continued caressing his chest, but Erik’s hands now encircled her body in a warm hug as their hips continued rocking softly.
With sweet words whispered in each other’s ears, they took ten minutes to gently ride each other to orgasm. When it arrived, they pressed deep into each other and fell back into the throne, kissing passionately as Erik’s balls pumped their contents straight into her womb, their lips muffling each other’s moans.
When it was over, their lips separated, but they continued hugging as their hips milked every bit of their orgasm. Erik’s fingers dug into her delicate pleasurable flesh, and Elora’s nails dug into his tough hide.
They panted, and Elora released a light giggle. "Hehe... That was surprisingly intense."
With a grin, Erik nodded, his hands roaming. "That’s the intensity of our love my little ember."
"Pffff," Elora snickered softly. "Corny asshole..."
Yet, despite her words, she simled warmly and hugged him tighter. This mont was only allowed to last for a mont, however, as Astrid’s voice interrupted them.
"Alright, alright, you lovebirds!" she groaned, waving her hand impatiently. "This is all very touching, but I’m not waiting endlessly for my turn!"
Elora and Erik blinked as they slowly left their loving trance. When they did, they both grinned. "Well, I suppose I can’t keep you all to myself," Elora giggled, feeling a lot better than previously.
Before she moved, however, she looked at him with a pleading frown. "Just... This event has made crave the comfort of your soul again..."
"And I crave your return to it," Erik smiled, leaning forward to kiss her again. "I’ll work hard to make it work, now that we have a thod to make it happen."
Before Elora could respond, an impatient Astrid leaned in closer with narrowed eyes, now kneeling fully on the armrest. A part of her clearly wanted to simply push Elora off, but the sensitivity of the mont stopped her.
Elora, smirking, rolled her eyes and, with a moan, lifted herself of Erik’s cock. Ready to satisfy his next wife, Erik was still hard, and grinned at Astrid. "Co on then, Astrid. Your seat is vacated," he said, waving at his empty lap.
"Heh. I’m not interested in gentle, though! I hope this throne is sturdy!" Astrid grinned lustfully, her body vibrating from excitent.
Barely waiting for Elora to move to the side, Astrid aggressively jumped on his cock to stuff her dripping cunt. Without delay, she started bouncing, clearly determined to fuck him, rather than the other way around.
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