“Anon.”
	“Hm?” I mumbled groggily as I struggled to claw my way out of the rather shallow sleep she had found me within. I rubbed my eyes as my vision began to sharpen.
	I looked up at the girl standing in front of me, her slender frame somehow managing to block out the warm midday sun as I lay beneath a tree. While I couldn’t see her face in shadow, her soft yet commanding voice and her pointy ears half-hidden behind a silhouetted bob of wavy hair gave her identity away nearly immediately.
	“Ah,” I said as soon as my hazy mind made the connection between the clues and the culprit, “Hey, Eleraya.” 
	She kicked my foot and put her hands on her waist.
	“You were supposed to take me out today,” she said in a voice that barely hid annoyance. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”
	“At three o’clock. It’s barely one.”
	“Huh?”
	Eleraya looked at her watch, its white band contrasting sharply against her caramel skin, even in the umbra of the tree. I couldn’t see it, but I could hear her cheeks redden through her flustered voice.
	“Y-yeah, well–“
	Her voice trailed off and she fidgeted with her watch, anxiously twisting it around her wrist as if trying to get it off.
	“Would you like to join me under the tree?”
	She nodded very gently, very nearly imperceptibly. I opened up my arms as she lay down next to me, and I embraced her. Almost immediately, I could smell the scent of elderberry wafting from her sandy blonde hair as she rested her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around my stomach. I took my free hand and began to rub her head. Her breathing was slow and gentle, her heartbeat matching its rhythm in eighth notes. I smiled and continued stroking her hair for a little while before planting a soft kiss on the crown of her head. She jerked her head up and looked at me.
	“What was that for?” she asked, seemingly surprised by my sign of affection.
	“What do you mean?” I replied, answering her question with my own, rhetorical one, “I love you, what else would it be for?”
	I felt her heartbeat quicken and her breathing transition from regular and shallow, to irregular and halting. No longer blocked, the sun shone directly onto her face and betrayed the quickly deepening red that surfaced beneath her soft brown cheeks. She looked down, seemingly trying to find her response somewhere among the pattern on my shirt. She mumbled something into my chest. I didn’t hear it, but I knew what she said.
	“I love you, too.”
	I chuckled lightly and hugged her tighter. Her heartbeat began to slow back down after a short period of even faster beating.
	Then, just as suddenly as she had appeared, she pushed herself off of my chest with both hands and sat up.
	“Well, that was nice, but now I’m bored.”
	“I’m sorry,” I replied sarcastically, “am I boring you?”
	“Yes, you are,” she poked my chest with both hands, emphasizing each word, “you’re supposed to be entertaining me.”
	I closed my eyes again as she continued to alternate between her left and right finger as punctuation on my chest.
	“You’re the one who came to me,” I raised my eyebrows, putting my arms behind my head. “You gotta make your own fun.”
	“You won’t join me?”
	“I may. I’m enjoying this shade right now.”
	She stopped poking my chest and leaned in towards me, putting her delicate mouth next to my ear. I felt her hot breath as she whispered gently, yet with a tone that commanded me obey.
	“I’m wet.”
	This time, it was my pulse that responded with elevation, and I felt the increased blood flow immediately direct itself south of the border. She bit my ear gently, and pulled away. I looked at her with eyes that sought confirmation, and her grin delivered in spades.
	“Here?” I asked, looking around at the field I lay in, seldom few trees dotting the landscape. 
	She grabbed my hand and brought it towards her, under her skirt, to where her panties should be. Instead, I found soft hair and even softer skin. I curled my finger up, and found very little resistance, only moisture that threatened to suck my finger in further. She let out a small, breathy exhale and nodded. She leaned in towards me so that her forehead was touching mine with only her bangs as a barrier.
	“Here.”
	She leaned in with her mouth and I brought my own up to meet it. Her soft lips pressed between mine, opening and closing in synchronicity with every movement of my middle finger inside of her. I heard hear inhale deeply through her nose, and she pressed her forehead against mine once more and her lips no longer. She exhaled and looked into my eyes.
	“I want it,” she whispered.
	“Me too.”
	Slowly, she raised her leg and put it on the other side of me with confidence. She began to move her hips as she straddled me. She leaned back in to kiss me, and I felt her hand slip down my pants and grab me. She ran her hand up and down with a steady tempo, kissing me as I began to feel as if my consciousness would slip away at any second. 
	She released her grip on me and ran her finger up my shaft before taking her hand out of my pants and skillfully unbuttoning them with a single hand.  Undoing the zipper, she pulled my dick out of my boxers and into the warm summer breeze. She looked down towards it, positioning herself above it, for what came next. She rubbed the tip against herself a couple of times before finally putting it in her entrance. She looked back up at me, smirked, released her weight entirely on my hips, and let out a small gasp.
	I felt her tighten as soon as I was inside her; her smug expression barely contained the pleasure that threatened to show. She put her hands on my chest once more, and began to grind her hips against mine, breathing heavily as she did. I reached up and grabbed her waist, as if to guide her movements as she pleasured us both. I took my other hand and put my palm on her womb, my thumb reaching down to rub her clitoris. I felt her squeeze me harder.
	She bent over and kissed me deeply. I took both hands and hugged her tightly, but very, very gently. I was moving my hips in unison with hers, matching her tempo perfectly. She placed her chin on my shoulder and let out several small squeaks as I thrust deeper into her. Reaching up, I used my forefinger and thumb to lightly rub her ear. She squeezed.
	Her heavy breathing and gentle squeaks became moans, and we moaned and grunted together, looking each other deeply in the eyes. She rest her head against mine for the third time, and told me in no uncertain terms, “I’m going to cum.”
	“Me too,” I panted out between thrusts. 
	“In me. Give me your children. I love you so much.”
	“I love you, too.”
	With those four words, I felt her squeeze the hardest she had yet, and she kissed me just as deep. I felt my mind go fuzzy, my vision follow suit, and I hugged her as tight as I could as I filled her up. Her breathing ceased to pant and instead became ragged gasps, her insides trying their absolute hardest to wring me dry. I felt my body melt as we came together.
	Then she released me, and lay down on my chest, still connected with me below the waist. I caressed her head again. There was a faint scent of blackberries and pine in the air.
	Her breathing slowed, her heart thumped hard but lazily. 
	“I could lay here forever,” she murmured.
	“Me too,” I agreed as I stroked her hair. 
	“I really do love you,” she said, her voice trailing off as her eyes fluttered closed.
	“I really love you, too,” I said back, gently rubbing her back as her breaths shallowed and her heart rested. I looked up at the afternoon sun. As I closed my eyes and drifted off, I realized that it was just about three o’clock.