Another Neumagh based smut, which was based on an Idea I had for two other unrelated characters. I hope it translates well. 

Tags: Prose format, female elf, human male, human x elf, romance, crossing the line, first time, outercourse, intercourse, nakadashi, ear kisses, lewdness, small boobs, toned female


	The harsh winds of the snowy valley whipped around the traveling duo, their icy bite cutting through their barely functional clothing. Anon gritted his teeth, feel them chattering against each other as his bones ached. 
	“Wonderful! Just wonderful!” He shouted over the wind, his barely audible voice dripping with sarcasm.
	“Oh shut up!” Shouted back Loreli with an angry growl, the elf stomping her way through the snow angrily, trudging through the knee deep stuff with a huff of frustration. 
	“Oh! Shut up?” Anon snapped back, shaking his head, “I’m sorry, was I the one who demanded that we trudge on because ‘muh snow elf instincts’, or, did I suggest we stay at that nice comfy inn back there and rest until the storm passed?” He asked rhetorically. Loreli turned back to her human companion, frowning at him, crossing her arms angrily in front of her cowgirl outfit. 
	“For the last time, Anon, I didn’t want to stay there because that Inn is a dung heap. Besides, this storm isnt even that bad.” She shouted, shaking her head, “We just have to keep pushing through it, we should be through it in no time!” She added, taking another few stomps forward, her cowgirl boots thick with damp ice. 
	“Should?!” Anon shouted, “You mean ‘WILL’, right?” He asked, stuffing his hands under his arm pits. Loreli opened her mouth to speak, but bit back her tongue. She looked around the icey valley. The white out surrounded them like a thick blanket, the path barely visible five steps in front of them. The wind was roaring louder than she ever had seen, and the ice was biting like a swarm of insects. Despite herself, despite her part snow elf blood, Loreli shivered. 
	“I said what I said!” She retorted, grumpily taking more steps. Leave it to a stupid, stinky, smelly human male to question her elvish instincts. This was her environment, her niche. She knew exactly where to go, what to do, and how to do it. She paused again, eyes squinting, looking through the white out. Perhaps, she could of course do all that better if she could see twenty more feet in front of her, and maybe feel the tips of her fingers and ears. She took another step, the snow and rock under her cracking loudly. 
	“Loreli? What was that?” Asked Anon, freezing in place. 
	“What do you mean? It’s the rocks!” She shouted, rolling her eyes, taking another loud step forward. There was another, louder cracking. Loreli felt her heart stop. She turned around, facing Anon. His horrified face was the last thing she saw before she dropped. The shock of hitting the icy water under the frozen rivers icy surface hit her like a bolt of lightning. She screwed her mouth shut, muffling her own scream, feeling spikes of ice drive themselves through her nerves. The darkness of the rivers black water filled her vision, and slowly, everything went numb and quiet. 

	Loreli felt herself hit hard, cold, solid ground. She shivered, panting, her limbs feeling stiff, numb, cold. Anon looked at the prone elf, shaking his head, 
	“Damn keebs.” He muttered, rubbing his shoulders, throwing his pack to the ground, glancing around the cavern as he rummaged through the sack. It was only sheer luck he had seen it. Loreli had been under the water only for a few seconds, but it's icy touch was enough to drop her. She was near comatose from the shock and hypothermia, her body only becoming more limp and colder as he trudged along carrying her. A clearing in the whiteout as the sky became darker had revealed the cave nearby the rivers mouth. Anon grasped for the tinder box, his fingers failing to latch onto it. He held them up to his mouth, huffing a few breaths onto them, trying to thaw the digits. The cave was mostly out of the wind, but the cold still leeched in. He clumsily took the tinder box out, dumping out the entire contents, fumbling with the dwarven matches within. He struck one, a bright magnesium brilliance flaring in the cave. He held it to the dried bundlings, coaxing the flame onto it. The waxes and resins around the twigs took the flames greedily, the bundle catching aflame. Anon sighed with relief, the fire lending light and much much needed warmth to the cavern. He looked from the brilliant flames to the elf, her eyes open, staring at the source of warmth, holding herself with a shiver. 
	“What happened?” She asked, sitting up slowly, her voice barely audible. 
	“Stepped on river ice. You fell in.” Anon stated matter of factly, standing up, stretching his cold, stiff back. “You were wrong, the storms getting worse.” He added, clicking his teeth, shaking his head. 
	“I’m still cold, even with the fire.” Grumbled the elf. Anon nodded in agreement to the sentiment. He felt cold to the bone, the snow soaked garments on his body only leeching the heat from him further. He mentally shrugged, grabbing at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off, tossing the garment to the side. 
	“What are you doing?!” Gasped Loreli, voice aghast with horror. Anon raised an eyebrow, his face puzzled. 
	“I’m soaked. The wet clothes will only make it worse. Best to dry out.” He added, looking away. Loreli looked back to the fire, looking away as the human undressed himself. She let out a grumbled sigh, feeling all to conscious and all to cold in her own icy and soaked clothes. She glanced back, seeing the last of Anons clothes land in a tumbled pile near the fire. He sat down, bare back facing her, the human muttering angrily as he rummaged through his pack. 
	“Wonderful, just wonderful.” He spat out, tossing more wet clothes from the pack. “Your soaked elf ass wet everything in here while I was dragging you back. Nothing dry, nothing warm.” He said, throwing his arms into the air angrily. Loreli frowned, looking around.
	“How’s your bed roll? Is it still okay?” She asked, trying not to look at the backside of the naked human. 
	“Yes, and thank whatever gods responsible for that. At least I can just sleep kommando until morning.” He added, tossing out the sleeping bundle. He glanced back, looking at the elf, a peculiar look to his face. “Uh… Loreli…” He asked, concern in his eyes. The elf cocked her head, not used to seeing such an expression on the human's face. “You… your pack. Where is it?”
	“Well of course it’s-” Lorelis' hand felt nothing. She looked behind herself. Nothing. Gone. “What in the hell?” She asked, standing up, looking around, “I was wearing it just before I-... oh damn it.” She muttered, sitting back down, her clothes squelching wetly. 
	“You lost it in the river, didn’t you?” Anon asked in a knowing tone. Loreli cursed loudly, feeling her cheeks redden with anger. 
	“You didn’t think to look for it back there?!” She angrily snapped.
	“Well fucking sorry your keebliness! I was too busy dragging your heavy elf ass out of the river so you didn’t get swept away and die!” Anon retorted, scoffing and rolling his eyes. Loreli felt her mouth open, but no words come out. She closed it tight, pulling her knees in close, letting out a frumpy humph as she wrapped her arms around her legs. 
	The silence stretched, filling the cavern, only the sound of the winds how and the fires snapping breaking it. Despite the warmth of the fire, she shivered, feeling her wet clothes clinging to her like ice. Her teeth chattered, the shivering not stopping, only getting worse as she sat there. 
	“I’m freezing.” She muttered to herself, as if saying it out loud would somehow alleviate the feeling. Anon glanced back at the elf. Sure enough, her already pale skin was even paler, looking almost corpse like. Her lips nearly matched the same blue as the dark sky, as did the length of half her ears. He grimaced, noting the signs of hypothermia. 
	“Yeah, you are, literally.” He said, turning away, letting out a sigh, “Look, it’s only going to get worse if you… keep wearing the wet stuff. Better to take it off, let yourself dry. It’s just like being in the river, the water cools you off faster.” Anon remarked. 
	“I know that!” Loreli snapped, pained impatience in her voice. 
	“Then why do you still have it all on?” Anon asked, looking back at her. She looked down at the ground, feeling oddly sheepish. 
	“Damn human.” She muttered, standing up, kicking her boots off. Anon smirked, looking away, seeing the shadow of the undressing elf play on the walls. Loreli stripped off her wet shirt, laying it out on the ground. She let out a sigh, slowly pulling down her shorts, the type the travelers called “daisy dukes'', setting them gently nearby. With a grunt of effort, she managed to roll down her long stockings, letting out a satisfied sigh as the skin underneath was allowed to breathe. She laid out her clothes near the fire, hoping its heat would dry them. It already felt better, feeling the warmth of the flames on her now naked body, the tiny beads of moisture being sapped away by the comfy heat. 
	“Better?” Anon asked, not looking back.
	“Y-yes.” Loreli said, shivering, cold, but feeling a little better. Anon hummed to himself, glancing at the sleeping bag.
	“Hey, you should take that.” He said, pointing at it, “You nearly froze back there, you need the extra warmth.” He added, tossing it to her. The bundle landed next to her with a gentle poomf. She grabbed it, undoing the latch, rolling out and unzipping the fabric bundle. She laid into its soft, downy interior, feeling the warmth on her skin radiating into it. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she zipped it up, trapping the warmth in with her. She looked over to Anon, seeing him sitting by the fire, looking back at her.
	“Comfy? Warm?” He asked. The elf nodded yes, nuzzling further into the sleeping bag. “Good, very good.” He said, looking back towards the caves entrance, rubbing his shoulders. Even with the fire, the storms winds were still bad. Barely comfortable at this point, but still survivable. Anon felt a humorous smirk come to his face. At least he hadn’t fallen into a frozen river. 
	“Anon?” Asked the elf's voice. He turned back, seeing the elf leaning halfway out of the bag, covering herself for modesty's sake. Despite himself, Anons eyes caught a quick glance of the elfs otherwise unremarkably sized, yet still attractive cleavage. He shook his head, blinking, looking back at her eyes.
	“Yeah? What?” He asked, looking away from the elfs bare shoulders. 
	“This… this is your only sleeping bag?” She asked, the question sounding more like a statement. 
	“Well, yeah, duh. Of course it is.” He responded with a humorless chuckle. Loreli swallowed hard, looking at the human, seeing him occasionally shiver when the wind blew hard. 
	“Well, you’re the one who needs to use it, not me.” She said firmly. Anon laughed, rolling his eyes humrously. 
	“Why’s that? My ass wasn't the one that dropped into a frozen river, that was you.” Said Anon with a chuckle. 
	“That. That’s why. I lost my bag because I…” Loreli trailed off, her cheeks burning red in embarrassment as she thought of her fall into the ice “...I… because of course I got turned the wrong way in the weather. You didn’t lose yours, so you shouldn’t have to suffer because of that.” 
	“Ah, is that your way of saying you’re sorry that you fucked up and got us lost?” Laughed Anon, cracking a smile. Loreli frowned, narrowing her eyes. 
	“You know what? Fine, I changed my mind.” She said sharply, laying back down, turning away from Anon, zipping the bag back up. Anon turned away, clicking his teeth, looking back out into the stormy night. 
	“Fine by me. If the ice elf blood in your veins didn’t make you a frigid bitch beforehand, that fall in the river sure did.” Anon muttered, rubbing his finger across the frosted stone, drawing patterns in the ice. 
	“Snow elf. It’s snow elf, not ice elf.” Loreli chimed in, her voice low and meek. She frowned, looking off into the other direction. Stupid human, acting so… stupid. Loreli felt herself angrily fuming at that dumb humans words. How DARE he spurn such a nice offer from her in such an insulting way? Even if potentially, maybe, there was the slightest possibility, that he could somehow be right about the silly thing he said. Loreli felt her frown soften, letting out a long sigh. She turned back, unzipping the sleeping bag again. 
	“Anon? I was just… joking. I didnt mean it.” She said sheepishly, muttering out the apology. Anon shrugged, not turning back to her. 
	“It’s… fine I guess. We’re both cold, frustrated, pissed at everything. I think we’re both at the ends of our rope eh?” He said, shrugging again. Loreli nodded, staring at the humans back, seeing him shiver occasionally as a gust of the cold wind blew in the cave. 
	“Anon? Maybe… you know, maybe… We could….” Loreli muttered, feeling her face burning bright red, nervous sweat dripping from her ears. “We could always… share it?” She muttered, her eyes pleading with Anon. The human turned back, staring at her blankly, rigid, as if frozen. “F-from a survival standpoint, it makes sense. We just… share the warmth, share the body heat. Even when the fire goes out, we’ll still be comfy and warm.” She said, biting back the nervous, embarrassed tone in her voice, keeping it purposely level. Anons eyes drifted over the elf, her bare cleavage just barely visible over the sleeping bags hem. He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly. A gust of wind howled outside the cave, it’s icy fingers reaching into the rapidly cooling stone space. Anon felt a shiver shake his body as the cold air caressed his naked skin. 
“I guess it can’t be helped.” He muttered to himself, standing up, using his hands to try and be as modest as a fully naked man cold be. Loreli quickly looked away, turning her body in the opposite direction. Anon kneeled beside the sleeping bag, eyes wandering over the elfs backside, seeing her ample ass down in the sleeping back. He let out a sigh, forcing himself to look away, laying down next to her. He turned, his back facing hers, facing towards the fire. He awkwardly fumbled, feeling for the zipper, trying to seal it. 
	“What’s wrong?” Loreli asked, feeling Anon struggling next to her. 
“Damn thing won’t zipper, theres too much in here.” He angrily grunted. Anon sighed, looking away. “Well, it was a good idea, I’ll just-”
“What if we tried a different position?” Suggested Loreli, cutting him off. Anon looked back, seeing the elf looking at him.
“Like what?” He asked, curiosity piqued. 
“Side to side?” She asked. Anon shrugged. It was better than nothing. 
	The elf and the human shifted around, grumbling as they found that this made the problem even worse. As did the next position, and the next one, and the one after. Nothing could alleviate the issue, the two being unable to fit properly. 
	“One more time?” Asked Loreli, her cheeks blushing. 
	“Well, theres only one or two more that I can think of…” Muttered Anon with an annoyed sigh, “And I’m sure that you-” 
	“What if we faced the same way?” Muttered Loreli, feeling her face redden as the mental image came to mind. Anon paused again, thinking of how it would work. The idea of spooning the elf wandered into his mind, her body slotting into his, her naked form pressing up against his body.
	“Uh… I mean….” Anon muttered, glancing the elf up and down, tracing the outline of her body which the sleeping bag showed. “Ah, hell, let’s try it. I’ll…. Put my arms somewhere, and you can just reach back and zip it up, how’s that sound?” He asked. Loreli didnt say anything, she just nodded, not facing him. 
Slowly, Anon turned, the front of his body pressing to the back of hers. He wrapped his arms around her body. His hands shook with hesitation as he gently embraced the elf. He felt his skin touch hers, Loreli’s lithe body fitting against his like two puzzle pieces. A soothing warmth washed over the two of them as their body’s touched. Loreli felt her heart jump as both of Anons arms wrapped around her, pressing her body into his. She could feel one wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, the other resting just below the lowest part of her breast’s, holding her tightly. Anon nestled his face into the back of her head, holding her closely, face pressed into her hair. 
“Can you feel it?” Anon asked in a low tone, his body shifting. Loreli felt her heart beat rapidly, feeling an odd, soft warmth near her ass, the almost out of place piece of manhood rubbing against it.
“Y-yes.” She stammered out, trying her best not to move, to press that barbaric member further against her body, trying to keep it away, no matter how inviting it felt…
“Great, can you grab it and zip it up then?” Asked Anon, teeth chattering. Loreli shook her head, thoughts clearing.
“Oh, the zipper, right.” She muttered, grabbing the piece of metal, pulling it up. She zipped it up as far as it could go, sealing the two of themselves in the bag  together. She let out a shuddering breath, pulling her arms close to her body, her hands up to her mouth trying to stifle her own anxious breathing. Anon shuffled himself again, feeling the tight bag around him pressing his body against her further. He took a deep breath, immediately regretting the action. The scent of Lorelis hair filled his lungs, making him shudder. It smelled… good. Rich, earthy. A combination of flowers, musk, sweat, campfire, and something that he could only describe as “elf”. He took another deep breath, savoring it, the smell of her filling him with warmth. Below his waist, despite the cold, he felt himself twitch. Anon felt his eyes widen, and he quickly held his breath. He felt himself twitch again, the unmistakable feeling of blood flowing to his loins filling him with dread. Loreli stared forward, not moving, not daring to turn her head. She felt the twitching, and the piece of man pressing against her ass cheek start swelling. It was only natural, of course. She had heard the stories of how human men were, especially with elf women, but she didn’t know it would be like this. She let out a long breath that she didn’t realize she was holding. Slowly, she shifted a little, feeling his half erect manhood against her butt cheek. She rubbed it a few times, trying to play the movement off casually. Anon stifled a sharp breath, feeling the elf shimmy against him, her soft ass pressing into his member. He felt his heart race as the soft warmth of her body rubbed against his manhood, the length of it beginning to harden more. 
“Shit” Anon murmured to himself, feeling his erection growing, pressing into the giving flesh of Lorelis' ass. 
“What’s wrong?” She asked Anon, looking back at him, face blank, almost as if she didn’t know what was happening. Anon felt a blush come to his cheeks, finding it hard to look the blonde elf girl in the eyes.
“Nothing, nothing, just… uh… sorry about… that.” He said, shifting his eyes down knowingly, giving an awkward smile. Loreli nodded, turning back to face the cave wall.
“It’s only natural for men, especially a human. Just biology, or so I’ve heard. I won’t take it hard- I mean, personally.” The elf stammered, feeling a growing fluster in her voice. She shimmied again, wiggling her ass against his lower body. Anon but back a groan, feeling a soft pleasure tingle his back as the elf ass cheek rubbed against his erection. She gyrated slightly, shifting herself, letting Anons manhood move. Finally, it slipped, moving from against her one cheek down into the valley of her ass, resting between the two gently. She scooted herself against Anon, feeling his member resting upright in the middle of her ass, the manhood hot and twitching against her. 
“It’s more comfortable that way.” She said matter of factly, giving an experimental wiggle. She felt Anon throb against her at the motion. Loreli but her lip, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she heard the human stifle a groan.
“Yeah, more comfortable, right.” Agreed Anon, feeling the soft elf posterior practically squeezing his manhood. He shifted again, rubbing himself against her. Anon felt his heart pumping, his blood feeling red hot. He rubbed against her, grinding himself into the elf’s ass. His arms tightened around her as he huffed the elfs hair, feeling her warmth radiating through him. A sudden realization snapped him to the present.
“Ah, sorry, just… making myself comfortable.” Anon sheepishly said, letting out a forced chuckle. Loreli muttered something in elvish, her voice low and husky. “What?” Anon asked, concern lending itself to his voice.
“I mean, it’s alright, me too.” She said quickly, looking back at Anon, her face red. She pressed herself further back, grinding her ass against his manhood, wiggling it back and forth, eyes staring into his. Anon felt himself pulse and throb, seeing the elf girl biting her lip, her eyes Smokey, voice husky. A flash of realization came across her face, the look fading, almost looking as if the elf instantly sobered up. She turned away with a squeak of terror, trying to shuffle away, only grinding herself harder into Anons member in a futile attempt at escape. She threw her face into her palms, silently screaming at herself.
 What was wrong with her? Why was she feeling this now? Was she that easy? Loreli bit her lip, heart pounding, sweat beading her forehead.
“Are you… okay?” Asked Anon, voice gentle and concerned. Loreli nodded yes, not looking back.
“I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I just… I just don’t know what came over me.” She stammered out, panting hard. Anon looked away, almost searching for an answer. He knew he had an excuse, it was almost natural for a man to react like this.
But her? 
Slowly his eyes wandered to the entrance of the cave, where through the clouds and whipping storm, he could see the glow of the moon.
“Ah, that explains it.” He said with a chuckle. Loreli looked back at him, an eyebrow raised. “It’s a full moon. Elves react… uh… naturally, to stuff like this, around a full moon, right?” He asked tentatively, voice hesitant. Loreli felt it click in her mind. It all made sense. She let out an awkward chuckle, shimmying against Anon. 
“You’re right, full moon. Just like a human man, it’s… natural for an elf woman to react like this.” She said lowly, wiggling herself again. She looked into his eyes, smiling as Anon grinned, letting a giggle out. Of course, it wasn’t her. It was that damn moon making her feel all funny like this, giving her these silly ideas, making her feel different, warming her up down there. Loreli rubbed her thighs together, feeling the wetness coating them. She bit her lip again, turning away from Anon, slowly wiggling herself against him.
“It’s uncomfortable like this.” She said, slowly shifting herself. Anon clicked his teeth”
“Sorry, I can just-“
“Can you slip it somewhere more comfortable?” She asked, looking back at him expectantly, her cheeks and elf ears burning red. Anon looked at her blankly, words unable to come out of his mouth. He felt a hand reaching behind her, rubbing itself along his naked skin, searching his waist for something. It settled on his member, hesitantly taking it, holding it gently, slowly trying to move it. Anon felt himself grow and throb in the elf’s hand as she repositioned his manhood. He felt her leg lift slightly, before she gently pressed his member in between her thighs. 
“It feels more natural this way… or something like that.” She muttered, shifting herself around, pressing herself further against him. Anon felt a gasp leave his mouth, feeling Lorelis  thighs wrapping around his manhood, their warmth and slick wetness coving him. He adjusted himself upwards, feeling a warm, wet dampness resting on the top of his erection. Lorelis breath came in panting pulls, feeling the humans hot, throbbing erection pressing up and resting against her entrance. She could feel tingles coming up her body with each little movement and twitch that Anon made. She shifted her thighs, relishing the sound that escaped Anons mouth, letting out a low moan of her own as she felt his member rubbing her womanhood. She gently closed her eyes, biting her lip, feeling the low, constant pleasure of the humans manhood against her. 
“Loreli?” Anon asked weakly, feeling his hips twitching. She looked back at him, eyes Smokey and hazy, smiling as she saw Anons own desperate, pleading eyes looking at her. 
“Shhhh, Anon, just… Don’t worry about it.” She said in a low voice, shushing him, silencing his voice. She flexed her thighs, feeling his manhood pulsing with blood flow, burning up between her legs. She could feel Anons arms grabbing her tightly, holding her firmly as she shifted and rubbed her thighs against him. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt his member slowly slide forward, tracing along her slit, his head drawing a tingle of pleasure along her womanhood. She stopped moving her legs, closing her eyes tightly, suppressing a groan as she felt it slide back, dragging along her slick entrance. 
“Anon…” She gasped out, feeling sweat bead her forehead. He froze, arms going ridgid, not moving. The elf squirmed in his grip, which he immediately loosened. 
“Damn it, fuck.” Anon muttered to himself, feeling himself soften as the feeling of some sense of shame grew in the pit of his stomach. He felt an embarrassed blush go to his cheeks, the thought of pushing it to far with her coming to mind. Her head turned back slowly, looking at Anon with a just as embarrassed look to her face. She thrusted her hips back, sliding herself along his member. Anon jolted, feeling tingles of pleasure erupt through him at the motion, his member immediately hardening again. He pushed himself against Loreli again, rubbing himself along her entrance as he stared her in the eyes. The elf bit her lip as she looked back at him, humming with pleasure as she nodded yes, laying back down, nuzzling herself back up against the human. Anon tightened his grip around her again, holding her closer still, nuzzling his face into the crook of the elves' neck. He took a deep breath as he slowly slid his manhood along her womanhood, his deep breaths in sync with his movements. Her scent filled Anon's lungs and brain, a hazy collection of pheromones and womanly aroma that clouded his senses. It felt like being drunk, her scent making his mind buzz with a pleasant high. He rubbed his face into her soft elven locks, the light hair more tender than silk. The warmth of Anons cheeks made Loreli giggle to herself, his deep breaths tickling her neck and ears, tiny tingles of pleasure filling her brain. Loreli sighed, feeling as if she could melt into him. The warmth of his body melding into hers, the feeling of him against her, the beat of his heart, the tender firmness of his arms against her body. Loreli suppressed another moan. She grabbed onto Anons arms, holding them against her. She shook her head, feeling her barely coherent mind swimming. 
 She pulled the first arm away from her midriff, grasping the wrist of it, just barely pulling it off her skin. She could hear Anons breath catch in surprise as she dragged it along her body, moving it up, settling it on her breast. She pressed the hand onto her chest, sighing with pleasure as Anon grasped it with a gentle firmness. Anon felt his breath catch in his throat as he squeezed the perky elven breast. It definitely was not huge, or even large by any metric, but it was a decent handful. Softer and more supple than any of her other skin, feeling the smoothness of her hard nipple in between her fingers. Loreli moaned as he gave the nub a gentle squeeze, her voice echoing in the cavern. She couldn't do this with his arms, not like this.
She wanted more. She NEEDED more. Loreli slide her hand along to Anons other arm, grabbing his wrist, shifting it from her waist to further down. She groaned out a long, pleasured gasp as it dragged along her skin. Anon felt the shift, knowing where his hand was heading, feeling the skin change texture. It became smoother, softer. It was like her breast, but not exactly the same. A strange difference in texture which Anon could not think of any match or description. The skin gave way to soft hair, only slightly more course than the hair of her head. Anon felt his hand travel further, tracing her mound, rubbing across it, barely realizing that Loreli had let go of his wrist. The elf held her hand up to her mouth, trying to suppress the sounds escaping, her breath coming in panting pulls as she felt Anon's hands exploring and feeling her body. A finger traced along her entrance, rubbing itself along her sensitive parts, Loreli biting her fingers as she screwed her eyes shut tightly. Anon felt as if he was in a dream as he touched the elfs supple body, her form so soft yet tight. The contrast between hardened, toned muscle, and the feminine, elvish softness blending in his mind with their wonderful disparity. He felt the need to feel her more, to be closer to her, to explore every last part of her body. Loreli moaned loudly as she felt her senses being assaulted by the humans touch, the feel of his body against her, his hands touching and grabbing her, his hips humping into her widlly. She looked down, eyes half hooded, and realized that she herself was meeting his own movements with hers. Loreli felt her body burning, a yearning echoing its way up through her. 
It wasn't enough. Not enough to soothe this craving in her body. Not enough to quench this burning feeling. 
“A-anon, Anon, please.” She moaned out. Anon froze, seeing Loreli look back at him. Her hand went down to between her thighs, touching his manhood as she stared into his eyes. She rubbed her fingers across it, gently touching it, a single finger resting on the tip. She gave it a gentle push, feeling it parting her waiting folds. She licked her lips, swallowing hard as she looked back at him. 
“Please?” She asked, her voice needy. Anon blinked, feeling his own aching, burning desire inside his body. 
“Please.” He answered, nodding.
There was a single push, a single forward thrust. Loreli and Anon both shuddered, their voices coming together in a unified moan of pleasure as Anon entered into Loreli. She felt his manhood part her womanhood, the new sensation making her grit her teeth as she hissed. The feeling mixed the discomfort with pleasure as Anon held her, slowly forcing himself into the elf. The warmth and tightness made Anon squeeze his eyes shut, groaning as the feeling threatened to overwhelm him.  He felt the urges welling up in him, the animalistic desire to force himself deeper and deeper into her with wild abandon. He gripped Lorelis' breast tightly, restraining himself as he heard her moaning, his last semblance of self control keeping his pace slow. His other hand gripped her thigh, the flesh squeezing under his grasp as he bottomed out inside her. Loreli felt Anon's pelvis resting against her ass, the humans’ body one with her elven form. She let out several deep breaths, hearing Anons strained breathing behind her as their bodies rested with each other. The overwhelming feelings slowly settled, Loreli feeling her breathing turning to a semblance of normal as she felt Anon's racing heart beating against her back. Her own pounding heart sent boiling blood through her body, the needy tingle in her growing. She rocked her hips slowly against Anon, grinding her ass into his lap. There was a gentle slap as Anon withdrew himself before sliding himself back in swiftly. Loreli felt a smile come to her face, a choked gasp escaping from her throat as Anon filled her again. She reached a hand back, grabbing Anons thigh, letting a hiss of pleasure cross her lips. 
“More, please.” She whimpered out, leaning back against Anon, grinding on his lap.
“More?” Anon asked with a chuckle, thrusting into her again, accenting his point as the elf gasped. 
“More. PLEASE.” She moaned, her own hips moving against her will, instinct overtaking logic. Anon didn't speak again as he gripped the elf tight, feeling his hips moving into her on their own volition. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the cave. Lorelis ass clapping against Anon's lap, sending rhythmic ripples across their skin. Anon held the elf tight against his body, feeling Loreli’s heart beating through her breast in his hand. It felt like nothing else in the world mattered. Just this elf, in this moment. Anon panted hard, his mind a hurricane of sensation and pleasure, the eye of it centered around this elf. 
No, not just an elf. 
Loreli. Her. Not just an elf, or any elf. Loreli the elf, Loreli the adventurer, Loreli the woman. Loreli the elf woman who was in this sleeping bag with him, her body joined with his. Anon leaned towards her ear, planting a kiss along its long surface. Loreli felt herself freeze, a spike of pleasure ramming through her brain like ice. She felt his lips touch her ear again, gently nibbling at the surface. The spike of icy pleasure melted, a smooth numbness in its place. The gentle tingle of her ears as they were kissed and nibbled smothered her brain like honey, a long, lolling moan escaping from her mouth. She felt her eyes rolling back as her vision blurred. She gasped for breaths as her body felt overwhelmed. 
It was almost all too much. The rhythmic thrusting into her, battering her womb. The hand fondling her breast as his other finger gently rubbed her sensitive, delicate spots. And the ears… Loreli felt like she was spasming as Anon gently nibbled her ears. It was almost all too much. 
Almost. Loreli felt her body twisting against Anonjs, her own hips moving rapidly to meet his as he rammed into her. She felt his strong grip holding her steady against him, keeping her in place as his manhood touched her innermost parts. It was almost too much. Almost. She wanted more. She needed more. She needed this stupid, brutish human, and everything he brought with him. His throbbing manhood in her, his strong hands on her body, his kisses and nibbles on his ear, his husky, panting voice, that stupid grin of his, those dumb jokes he cracked. Loreli moaned again as she felt teeth gently nip her ear, making her seize up. This STUPID human, she needed him. Yes, THIS stupid human. Not just because he was a rough, course, brutish creature, no. Loreli looked back at the human behind her, her eyes meeting his as he kept his rhythmic pace. His face was a mixture of pained pleasure, and red, fiery adoration. She felt a smile come to her face. That was the face of Anon. Anon the human, the adventurer, the man who pulled her from a river, the man who was willing to freeze and die for her. Yes, this stupid human. She needed THIS stupid human. Not because he was a human, but because this human was Anon. 
Her eyes glittered, staring into Anons with wanton lust and desire. Her hand reached back, grabbing the back of his head, forcing it towards hers. She rested her forehead against his as he continued ramming into her. 
“Anon…” She muttered, her breath hot on his face.
“Loreli…” He gasped back.
“An…on, I think…”
“Loreli, I… I think I love you.” 
They both stopped, their bodies slowing. Loreli felt herself go blank, her mind suddenly thrown into air like a ship in a storm. Then, as soon as it came, it stopped, a single lighthouse of thought coming to her mind. 
“Me too.” She said, pulling his face to hers. Their lips met, fireworks erupting in their brains as their bodies regained their natural rhythm, the awkward position only fueling their desire. Their moans mingled together as their lips met, the sounds becoming one just as their bodies joined in the same way. Loreli broke the kiss, gasping, throwing her head back, screaming as she felt the coil of pleasure inside her explode. She spasmed, feeling her mind go white with a flash. Anon kissed Loreli’s cheek as she shuddered, trailing frantic kisses down to her neck as the throes of her climax made her buck wildly. Anon groaned with her, feeling her womanhood tighten around his member, the sensation combining inside her body, coaxing his own climax out of him. Anon spat out a curse, feeling himself being dragged over the edge, frantically thrusting into the elf.
“Loreli…Loreli, I-I-I’m going to-” 
“INSIDE” She frantically spat out, “DO IT INSIDE.” 
The desperation in her voice, the pleading of her eyes, the kiss of her lips against his, it was all too much. Anon gave one last groan as he buried himself in Loreli, her ass firmly seated against his lap. Anon felt himself explode in her, his mind blanking in a wash of pleasure. A warmth spread through him as he climaxed, Loreli moaning as he unloaded into her, the elf shaking and spasming again in his grasp. He gripped her tight, his body shaking and shivering against his, Anon unable to move or speak as the throes of his orgasm shook his body. 
He held Loreli tightly, the elf pressed back against him ridgid. Their breathing synched, panting hard, echoing in the cave. Their bodies occasionally shivering gently as the last aftershocks of their orgasms coursed through them. Slowly, Anons arms went limp, as did Lorelis whole body. They let out matching, heaving, shivering sighs, their muscles loose and listless. Loreli absently licked her lips, eyes tired, staring at the exhausted Anon, his hands gently rubbing her tired body. She leaned back  towards his face weakly, trying to move. Anon grinned as well as he could, leaning towards her with barely any strength. Their lips met again, exchanging a single chaste peck, before locking again, passionately kissing the other. The broke the kiss with a sigh, which turned into a yawn, as they both collapsed limp and unmoving, snuggled up together in the sleeping bag. 


Anon felt warmth on his head. Slowly, he opened his eyes, seeing a golden bundle of something in front of him. He smiled, recognizing the back of Loreli’s hair. He planted a kiss against the back of her head, the elf shivering at the peck. She turned as best as she could, looking back to face him. 
“Anon…” She giggled out, blushing. Anon felt himself blush as well, looking into her glittering eyes. 
“Ah, good… morning, Loreli.” He said with an awkward smile, “Uh… Hell of a full moon last night, right?” He chuckled out. Loreli’s face burned an even deeper red as she turned away, rubbing her thighs together, feeling the stickiness between them.
“Well, one could say that, yes.” She said in agreement, her voice light and giddy. Anon unzipped the sleeping bag, standing up straight in the cave, stretching his back. A thought snapped to his mind as he heard Loreli stand up behind him.
“WHERES DING?!” He shouted, eyes wide and wild, leaping over to his backpack. Loreli walked up behind Anon as he frantically searched through his bag, throwing items around randomly. 
“When did you last see her?” Asked Loreli, an edge of unease to her own voice, watching the human frantically searching. 
“Not since we got lost in the snow, not since then.” Anon said in a panic, his chest pounding. His hand glanced across something soft, warm, snoring. He let out a long, relieved sigh as he lifted up a very stuffed sock. He flipped it upside down, the sleeping fairy tumbling out into his hand. Her sleeping form snored loudly, now unmuffled. She shivered, stretching, opening her eyes. She sat up, smacking her lips, looking around.
“I guess you slept through the storm and all that, huh?” Chuckled Anon, looking at her. Ding looked at him quizzically, as if asking “What storm?” Her eyes drifted, then opened a bit wider. She raised an eyebrow, looking at the naked elf, then at the naked human. She scratched her chin as she looked at Anon and Loreli, her eyes lingering on the single sleeping bag. She raised an eyebrow at Anon, looking at him with a knowing look. Anon chuckled awkwardly, shaking his head. 
“I uh, wouldn't worry about it, alright?” He said to her. Ding giggled, rolling her eyes. 


Loreli and Anon dressed themselves in their dry clothes, heading out into the snowy valley. The sky was cleared, the wind absent, the storm a distant memory. It felt almost as if the night before didnt happen. 
Almost. 
Loreli stumbled occasionally, feeling a soreness in her legs, and in her core, the sensation making her blush. Anon’s sore thighs and legs occasionally made him wince as he stretched, walking stiffly. Slowly, they made their way through the valley, their voices quiet, smirks plastered on their faces.
“Hell of a full moon.” Loreli echoed occasionally, laughing at herself. 
“Hell of a full moon.” Anon said, chuckling. 


Anon put the money down on the Inns desk, the exasperated keeper looking at it.
“Just so you know, we’re busy, only one room per party.” He said, taking the coins, counting them, turning back to the cubbys where the keys were. Anon looked back at Loreli, who just shrugged. 
“We’re fine with that.” She answered for him, nodding at the keep. The tiefling chuckled, grabbing the room key. 
“I’m glad, because everywhere is booked. Not only did the storms drag people in, but the full moon tonight is really bringing in the couples.” He said with a knowing tone, as he handed Anon the keys. Both Anon and Loreli felt the blood drain from their face. 
“Last night wasn’t a full moon?” Asked Loreli, her tone shallow and blank. The tiefling shook his head no. 
“Nah, waxing, of course. Of course of course, you’re an elf, so you would… uh, you know, feel that, right?” Said the tiefling awkwardly as he dropped the key into Anons hand. 
“Right, yes.” Said Loreli, her voice absent and distant. Anon clutched the key, swallowing, turning back to her, looking her in the eyes. They both stared at each other blankly, their eyes lingering on the other. 
“Hell of a full moon?” Asked Anon absently, looking Loreli up and down. 
“Hell of a… yeah.” Loreli answered quietly, turning away. They silently made their way up the stairs, Ding flittering along besides them. The sounds of other travelers and couples came from the locked doors, muffled voices and noises adding an odd ambience to their silence. Loreli and Anon came to the last door along the hallway, Anon unlocking it and opening it slowly.
It was a comfy, sparse, archaic room. Wooden walls, a desk, a trunk, a window showing the snowy villages view, and a singular bed in the middle of the space. Anon sighed, looking at the bed. 
“Welp, one bed again.” He said, frustration in his tone. 
“Indeed, it would seem that way.” Said Loreli, walking over to it, laying herself on it, stretching out. Anon sighed, opening up his pack, pulling out his sleeping bag. 
“Well, enjoy. I’m just going to-”
“Lay the sleeping bag out to air, and then… bite my ear a little harder tonight?”
The suggestion hit Anon like a hammer. He looked up from his pack, seeing Loreli laying across the bed, back facing him. Her top was partially slid off, bare shoulders exposed, as her daisy dukes were thrown to the floor, panties barely covering her ass. She looked back at Anon, the stunned human watching, staring at her with wide eyes. She wiggled her bottom invitingly, smirking. 
“So… is the silly human going to keep his elf waiting?” She asked, looking away as she tossed her shirt to the side. Anon looked from Loreli to the fairy sitting on his shoulder. She grinned wide, fluttering off, disappearing from sight. Anon looked back to the elf, tossing the backpack across the room.
“Ye- I mean, yea- I mean, no- or… ah fuck it, Hell of a full moon, huh?” Said Anon, closing the door behind him, frantically beginning to undress as he stumbled towards his elf laying on the bed. 
“If it’s anything like last night's full moon, yes it is.” Loreli said back, giggling as her human climbed into the bed with her.