Elen'eli is looking for her sister and witnesses her doing as their ancestors did.

I'm not dead.

Tags:Prose, Elf female, Human Male, Elf x Human, Oral, Swallowing, Voyeurism, forbidden love, Short and sweet


“Have you seen Loreli and her human? I need to ask her something.” Elen’eli tapped her foot. She was irritated. She had been looking all over for her sister. Ellior looked up from a book, several humming mana crystals in hand.
“Here.” She said, fishing around in her pack. She withdrew a small compass. Several runes of attunement were scratched into the surface. “I made this to track Anon’s collar.” She smiled slightly and barely concealed her canine clipping her lip. “After all, under elvish law I am his owner yes?” Elen’eli stared at the little elf, who flinched slightly as though realizing where she was. “I-I mean it’s so I don’t get lost. Separated from the group. H-ha.” Her cheeks and ears were flushed a deep red. 
“Right.” Elen’eli coughed, feeling as her own cheeks began to heat up. “Well thank you very much. Good luck with… your magic.” Ellior nodded and shakily lifted her tome from the table, muttering to herself. 
Elen’eli frowned as she followed the compass needle into the forest surrounding the estate. What the hell were they doing out here? Training? Elen’eli couldn’t think of any reason. After all these trails around her sister’s home were where she did her morning and afternoon runs. An elvish lady has to keep active after all. 
Anon chuckled as Loreli shoved him back against the tree. She pressed her lips against his. At first a chaste peck, it soon melted into much more. As her tongue pushed its way into his mouth he gave her backside a firm squeeze. She giggled into his mouth as he gave her soft rear a quick smack. The sound was music to his ears. “You sure are affectionate today.” He remarked as she drew back for breath. Her eye was smokey half lidded as she licked her lip. “You, uh, alright there Loreli?”
She leaned in and he groaned as she gently bit his ear. Her hand slid down his front and squeezed his crotch. “Oh nothing… it’s just one hell of a full moon.” She growled, nipping his ear again. “You just keep that other hand gripping the tree so you don’t fall over.”
Before Anon could ask any question that may have swam through his mind, she slid to her knees in front of him. She pushed her hair back and fumbled with the zipper that kept her from her quickly hardening prize. She pulled Anon’s manhood free and groaned. She gave it a few experimental strokes and leaned in, planting a kiss on his balls. She kept planting kisses along his length, savoring his moans and the way his fingers gripped the bark behind him. 
Elen’eli covered her mouth with one hand as she sat crouched in the bushes. She watched as Loreli pulled that barbarian human’s… thing out of his pants. It was the first time she had seen one, much less a human’s. She watched as Loreli pressed her lips to his tip, heard him moan her name as she slid his length into her mouth. She slowly became aware of an odd warmth in her core. The way her blood flowed. It was as though honey was filling her head. Quietly one of her fingers found its way between her teeth as she watched.
     Anon’s hand went to the top of Loreli’s head she she slid her head back and forth along his length. Her tongue stroked the underside and wrapped around it as she sucked. The way she gazed up at him the whole time was hypnotic. She moaned and the vibrations caused him to grit his teeth. Loreli kept a hand on his thigh as the other slid down the front of her dukes. 
Elen’eli felt her breathing get deeper the more she watched. This was scandalous. Despicable. Degenerate. She felt warm anger rise inside of her. So warm. Hot. She bit her finger and felt the er, anger, heat up between her shifting thighs. She would have to watch this entire unseemly act that she never would have even imagined before now. J-just to know what to report about this disgusting view. The way her sister bobbed her head hungrily, looking up at that disgusting, masculine human. The way she lovingly caressed his thigh and stared into his eyes. The way she rubbed between her legs like Elen’eli had started to herself. Her hand rubbed against her needy womanhood under her skirt. She had never done this before. So focused on her duty that the only discussion she had ever had with a man was about etiquette or trade routes. She stared at the way that stupid sexy human ran his fingers through her sisters hair and grit his teeth. Slowly a finger began to slide inside of her. Her breath caught in her throat and she had to cover her mouth to keep her voice down. “Fuck.” She whispered.
Anon looked down at Loreli. His elf, the woman he loved. She looked up at him as she bobbed her head faster, a hungry look in her eyes. He felt nothing but desire. With a final groan he flew over the edge. He curled his fingers into her hair and pulled her until her nose rested against his pelvis. He let out a loud grunt punctuated by the sound of his metal hand crunching a handful of bark. He felt himself unload directly into her, his grunt turning into a strangled moan. She kept eye contact as she gulped him down. 
Elen’eli shuddered as she watched. Her insides clamped around her finger as she felt herself fly over the edge. Her body was filled with honey and electricity and she shook quietly, teeth clamped around a knuckle as she rode out what may have been the first orgasm in her 120 years of life. 
Loreli pulled back with a pop. Anon gasped as her lips slid over the sensitive tip of his manhood with a vacuum. His legs buckled under him and he slid to a seating position. She laid against him, head on his chest as he breathed heavily. “Damn knife-ear. You almost sucked the life right out of me.” She gave him that grin that told him he was going to be busy later. He grinned back, always ready to return the favor. “I love you.” He said, wrapping an arm around her. 
Loreli’s head spun from the taste in her mouth, her stomach warm. “I love you too.” She slurred out, and sighed as Anon stroked one of her ears. “I wanted to show it a little.” She reached up and touched his face. 
“One thing.” Anon said. Loreli hummed. “Your dumbass sister is really bad at hiding.”
 Elen’eli snuck back to the house, and allowed herself to fall onto the guest bed. She looked at her fingers and felt a thrill run up her spine. This was so improper, so unladylike. So… she shook her head. Her mind swam with images of herself in Loreli’s place. Of that brute human using her. She rolled over and felt herself drifting off. Sleeping in her clothes too? Loreli is such a bad influence. As she drifted, she became aware of a sound next door. A bed creaking back and forth.