{All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.}

Fate had shuffled the deck and handed him his cards. And upon realising what had been dealt, Ranger’s grimace followed him into the thick of the Athel Loren woods.

“With respect, sir, this really seems like the type of thing a man should volunteer for,” he’d informed his superiors before the expedition embarked.

“It is completely voluntary,” the division commander had assured, before adding, “Which is why I am volunteering you.”

So, there he was, picking his way across the thickly forested enchanted lands with the uncomfortable breath of magic warm on his neck everywhere he went. Ranger’s ‘voluntary’ assignment was taking point for a division of men hunting a pack of Beastmen who had recently ravaged the Empire and were actively dodging them in the Elven lands. 

In Ranger’s humble opinion, if the Elves hadn’t already eviscerated the beasts by now, it would only be a matter of time before they dunked on the Empire Huntsman and his interloping buddies. Still, despite the palpable fear of pissing off Elves in the back of Ranger’s mind, justice had to be done for all the raping and pillaging the Beastmen had taken part in. No amount of Elven finger-wagging was going to frighten off his commitment to the mission.

Ranger was one of a dozen Empire Huntsmen hiking several days ahead of the main division. Each of them had a bundle of tracer arrows in their quiver. The same sort of technology went into the gunpowder fireworks he’d enjoyed as a child in the capitol. Light the fuse and launch it into the air at the end of the day. Green explosions in the night sky would indicate to the division that the way ahead was safe to proceed. Red indicated danger, or impassable terrain on that particular path.

No explosion indicated the huntsman in question was dead. Their number of twelve had dropped to half in just the first two days.

He didn’t know if the terrain was getting worse or if it was demoralisation eating at him, but Ranger found it was tough going as of late. The forest itself seemed to be thickening and clawing at his fatigues, begging him to turn back.

Tired, smeared with dirt and looking rather pathetic, the man’s boot caught on an exposed root, and he spilled for the third time in the past hour. He lay there in the dirt panting for a moment, then pushed himself up to his knees with a groan. The day was turning out to be a total misery.

But not all was lost. Nearby he noticed a wide river cutting across his path. Following the flow of glistening, inviting water backwards he saw the source was just beyond a line of trees thick with underbrush and ferns. Beyond the trunks he could see clear blue sky and parts of a cavern top, and wafts of steam from a natural hot spring located in what promised to be a rather lovely grove. The air was sweet with the scent of colourful flowers that grew on the vines circling the tree trunks and the smatter of a waterfall flowing into a plunge pool invited Ranger to his feet.

[i]Why not stop for a bath[/i], he thought to himself. If he was going to be ambushed by Beastmen doubling back or killed by haughty Elves with no patience for intruders, then at least he would get to die clean and well rested.

Quietly pushing aside a bundle of ferns, Ranger peered out of the shadows into the grotto. It was exactly as he had pictured it in his mind. Steaming, warm rocks circled the far end of the mossy bank, and the water, about knee height, glistened invitingly in the streams of sun that beamed like rays of heavenly light thought he gaps and holes in the ceiling. Whisps of steam rose from the surface, and a waterfall spat out of a crack in the back wall of the grotto, smattering gently into the gravel-lined pool.

By far though, the most enticing thing about the sight were the two dazzlingly beautiful naked women bathing in the pleasant water.

Ranger’s eyes bugged at the realisation, and he froze with a mixture of fear and surprise.

Two Elven maidens stood near enough the centre of the grotto, stripped to indecency but simply lavishing in an aura of unnatural beauty. The sight of an Elven woman on her own was quite something to behold. But these two weren’t exactly average, set apart from the regular Elves by the half-masks that were as much a part of them as the alluring aura that followed them around.

Ranger had heard of these two, read journals of fierce battles that described them riding atop a mighty forest dragon and seen the odd artist’s impression of the duo – not every impression particularly appropriate for civil viewership either.

They were the sisters known as Naestra and Aharan; The Sisters of Twillight.

‘Sisters’ was perhaps putting it simply. Ranger wasn’t quite up to scratch on the lore behind these mysterious twins, but while their features were quite similar, there were distinct difference between the duo. Arahan for example had naturally red lips that matched her fiery battle-tempered soul, with long silver-white hair down past her shoulders. Naestra was the more pragmatic and tempered of the duo, a raven haired beauty who radiated an aura of calm and warmth wherever she went.

And joinng the two, aside from their identical physique were the elegant masks they wore. Arahan wore the left side, while Naestra was adorned with the right half of the same mask split down the middle a long time ago by whatever mysterious magical intervention that had spawned the duo.

Despite their differences however, both were creatures of matchless beauty. The Elves were taller than Ranger, not by much, but they were definitely slimmer, more slender than any man or woman he’d met in life. They had high cheekbones with altogether too perfect features and large, slanted almond shaped eyes.

Their nakedness was alluring in a preternatural way. Pale, hairless skin like alabaster marble fitted over their tight, subtle musculature. They had elegant, tapered limbs with legs that went for days. Slim thighs showed off an enticing cap between their legs, with firm ass cheeks like their pert, satisfyingly soft breasts carved out of the aether by some perfectionist god of creation.

Regardless of realising he was in deep trouble, Ranger felt his mouth water and a tightness begin to form in his britches.

Naestra scooped up two handfuls of water and elegantly poured in over her sister’s slender shoulder. The other Elf turned her head and smiled in thanks, before Arahan playfully flicked her fingers, splashing a chuckling Naestra in the face. She immediately retaliated, scooping up another handful of water and splashing the white haired belle back, turning a playful exchange into a fierce water fight.

Neither Elf wasted a movement. Their motions were ruthlessly graceful, even as all they were doing was scooping up water and throwing it at each other. Their enticing bodies were tuned for battle in its most elegant form, but not lacking in the feminine softness any red-blooded male drooled for. 

In the loud splashing that went back and forth alongside the melodic giggles of the women, Ranger pressed his face into his sleeve to muffle a violent sneeze as best he could. He wondered if it was all the sweet pollen in the air, or if he was allergic to sights so incredibly sexy.

When he lifted his gaze, he was thankful to note the Elves hadn’t heard him. The waterfall coupled with their splashing and laughter seemed to have helped muffle the sound. But when he looked back, the duo had called a truce on their battle and were proceeding to rub the clean grotto water over each other’s bodies.

Ranger’s eyes widened further than he thought physically possible, and his cock rose into an erection faster than he thought it was capable of. His pants strained with effort to contain the gargantuan iron rod that had suddenly spawned between his legs. Ranger was sure he’d never been this hard in his life, not even for that one time a detailed account of Lady Franz’s scandalous encounter with a young lad from the guard had leaked to the public, complete with a series of artists renditions.

Unbeknownst to the Elven sisters, he was completely bewitched by their erotic motions. The Sisters of Twilight were rubbing their slender hands down over the other’s smooth, flawless bodies. Trails of water cascaded in streams over their pale skin, their perfect pink nipples standing erect with gleeful excitement on their pert, shapely breasts as Arahan teasingly ran her hands down Naestra’s back to squeeze the tight globes of her slim ass, and her sister responded by cupping those delicate bosoms in a tender grip…[b]

[/b]A slight pinch in Ranger’s pants where his cock throbbed for another escape attempt pulled his gaze from the sight long enough to break his trance. A weaker man may have given over to fate and welcomed death at this point… but not before whipping out his dick and rubbing one out to the live show of two legendary Elven maidens feeling each other up.

Ranger however had things he wanted to do before dying. So, deciding to stop pushing his luck he adjusted the offensive bulge in his pants, quietly let go of the curtain of ferns and made his retreat. Two Elves, Naestra and Arahan no less, versus one of him; he didn’t much favour his odds. Especially not if they caught him peeping on them and were as a result pissed off hard enough to make him suffer for it. 

While sneaking, one hand reaching back to catch the handful of arrows on his back so they wouldn’t rattle in the quiver. He looked over his shoulder as he moved, and saw there was no attempt to pursue. Naesta and Arahan were still splashing around in the grotto. They hadn’t even noticed him, and it was going to stay that way. Ranger was too stealthy.

He was a whisper of wind snaking between the trees. He was a ghost, a shadow in the night. He was-…

Ranger turned his gaze forward, then froze on the spot when he came nose-to-nose with the nocked Elven arrow.

… he was totally a dead man.

Standing in front of Ranger, somehow, Naestra and Arahan were carrying their bows with an arrow nocked in each. They had him dead to rights, albeit they were still very naked, their wet bodies glistening in the streams of light breaching the canopy. Unabashed however, Arahan stood more aggressively than her sister. Her feet were parted in a combat stance and her lean muscles were tensed as she had drawn her bowstring back in preparation to skewer Ranger’s head.

Naestra stood more upright, her feet close together as if she were about to curtsy. Her posture was more relaxed though, and she hadn’t drawn her bowstring, thought the weapon was still aimed at Ranger’s face. She didn’t look any more amused than her sister though.

“See something you like, stupid human?” Arahan seethed with narrowed eyes.

“You perverted little man,” Naestra chided like a disappointed mother. And honestly, that somehow stung Ranger more than Arahan’s angry tone. “Spying on a pair of naked women without their knowledge? You should be ashamed of yourself!”

Yes, he was. He was very ashamed that he was going to die and let the biggest, throbbing erection in the world go to waste. Oh, well. Them’s were the breaks.

With a sigh he slowly straightened up, the bows following his face up, and Ranger held out his arms in a silent gesture of: ‘Fair cop, ladies. Have at me then.’

Unbeknownst to Ranger, though very obvious to his would-be executioners, as he straightened up, there was little to hide his erection from view. The bulge thrust forward like a commander’s luxurious tent in the middle of a war camp. It was so big the top button of his britches slipped out from under his belt-buckle the ends of his pants were almost tugged out from where they were bloused into his boots. Ranger didn’t notice besides the fabric tightening over his hardon a little more, but given he had more pressing concerns he paid it no mind.

At least, not until he noticed the two Elves shift their eyes downward to cop an eyeful of his arousal in the face of their naked bodies.

He was still trying to put two-and-two together on what they were looking at when The Sisters of Twilight shared a look, their pupils dilated with interest as they communicated silently. Ranger didn’t much like the look of it, but then he was also oblivious to the little smirks twinkling with subtle Elven lust.

Gesturing her sister to ease off, Naestra turned her gaze to Ranger. Only this time the hard look of matriarchal disdain had transformed into a small but warm grin on her mouth.

“I think perhaps we should go easy on this poor human here, Arahan.”

“How so, sister?” The other Elf formed a grin now too.

“Our quarrel is with the Beastmen invading our lands, not this lost little darling. And can we really blame him for staring?”

“I suppose not. I do have the body of a demi-goddess… no offense Naestra. But you have been letting yourself go lately.”

Naestra scoffed, but her smile didn’t fade as she eyes Ranger up and down.

“All that being said,” Arahan continued, her eyes hardening a little, “this silly human has gazed beyond the pale, and for that a little bit of ‘punishment’ is in order, I think.”

Ranger was no expert in Elven phonetics, but her emphasis on the word ‘punishment’ made him uncomfortable and at least twice as horny at the same time.

Before her sister could say anything, Arahan strode forward with her bow lowered and pressed her slender hand against his chest before giving him a good shove. It hardly seemed possible for a slender Elf like her to even stagger the ripped huntsman, tempered by battle and wilderness survival…

Except Ranger was completely swept off his feet and thrown backwards through the air.

He would have thought she were a minotaur in disguise were it not for the familiar whoosh of magic assisting the blow.

[i]Cheater[/i], Ranger thought, even as he whirled through a cluster of ferns and landed in the grotto with a splash and a gurgle. Then again, even the human knew the only fight you lost was a fair one.

Appearing on the bank, Naestra covered her mouth with her hand in a playful ‘oops.’ “Oh, poor dear, you’re all wet! Apologies for my sister being so rough. She’s not known for her patience.”

Sitting up, Ranger lifted his arms out to his sides, watching the water drip from his soaked sleeves for a moment, then tiredly let them drop back down with a splash. At least he wasn’t as sweaty or grubby as before.

Arahan seemed less sorry as she stepped elegantly into the water. The surface was barely distorted with the sheer elegance as she sank in up to her knees, and ripples only formed as she waded closer with a seductive sway in her hips. 

“Well, it serves him right for peeping,” she said, the haughty tone suiting her lavish sounds her Elven tongue rolled past her naturally red lips. “And speaking of.”

As Arahan sauntered elegantly around behind Ranger who was struggling to his feet, Naestra sank into the grotto pool, then sat back on the embankment of soft, cushiony moss. The smile touching her lips didn’t fade, as she narrowed her eyes with a seductive leer at Ranger. Her position as provocative too, to say the least. One foot was dipped daintily into the water while she pulled the other up onto the bank beside her, slim creamy thighs spread wide to reveal the tight cleft between where her legs met. The bald lips of her slit were as dainty as her lithe body and in his dumfounded stare Ranger couldn’t help wonder how tight that little crease would be for his fingers, let alone trying to wrap it about the human girth of his cock.

He'd been with enough women to know a human woman about his age and build, while athletic, still sported child-bearing hips. Her curves would be thicker than his, while at the same time maintaining an attractive ratio of curves.

These Elves, while built distinctly feminine, were significantly slimmer than him. Sliding any part of him into Naestra; Ranger imagined it would be like an ogre fucking a fairy.

Though it seemed he was well on his way to figuring out what that was like, he was just going to have to be patient.

“Time for your punishment, boy,” Arahan whispered in his ear, derailing Ranger’s thoughts.

Without any further warning she grabbed and tackled him with another powerful shove. Before the young man knew it, he was down on all fours, his face held between Naestra’s thighs by her sister’s head on the back of his head and his lips pressed in a firm kiss against the tight Elven pussy. The warmth of his mouth on her nether lips had an almost instant effect, making the gentler Elf shudder a little against his touch. The smile she wore grew more excited and her vibrant eyes flickered with lusty energy.

Poor ranger was completely confused. Not about what was being expected of him, but more why this was happening to him. Not that it was unpleasant. Naestra’s forest-y musk, while ordinary for an Elf, was simply an olfactory delight for a human. There was something clean and fresh about her scent and her skin tingled like the touch of magic on his lips. She felt good, and the intoxicating sensory overload only made his cock throb harder as a drop of precum leaked into his britches.

“That’s it, pet,” Arahan whispered, embracing Ranger from behind. She could feel his body shake against hers as she slid a hand up to the buckle of his bow gear. With one tug at the leather belt his bow’s holster and quiver came away with ease, followed by several clasps of the protective brigandine vest he wore over his shirt. “Breathe in my sister’s musk. Let her divine scent fill your dullard human senses. It’s nice, isn’t it?”

Ranger felt the enchantment taking hold. Still confused and frightened, he tried to pull off of Naestra. The forceful Elf held him down, her seductive whisper turning to a dangerous snarl.

“Trust me when I say we will get our satisfaction out of you, stupid human. Even if I have to start carving pieces out of you to get what I want.”

Feeling his whimper into her slit, now burning with anticipation, Naestra quickly reached down and caressed Ranger’s cheek. “No, Arahan. You are scaring him. Don’t worry about my sister, dear. I don’t mind if you take your time.”

“I do!”

“Hush, sister.” She threw Arahan a brief glare before her expression warmed back down to Ranger. “Come now, my sweet. I promise I taste as good as I smell.”

Ranger couldn’t help smile as her honeyed words made him feel as good as her touch did. She really knew what he wanted to hear, and Ranger couldn’t help but get started on what she so obviously wanted. The fact this was some sort of ‘punishment’ was already beyond his mind. Maybe somewhere deep in his consciousness he was considering this a kind of mercy or respite before he died at their Elven hands. Might as well go out with a smile.

There were worse punishments for wanderers in Athel Loren. So, Ranger stuck out his tongue and planted a long, timid lick from the bottom of Naestra’s slit to the very top. He made sure to probe the tip of his tongue between her tight  labia, the flesh spreading apart with a bit of effort before he manged to get into that sweet, delectable flesh within. A small bead of moisture lingered at her opening as he dipped through, her canal too narrow for him to delve all the way inside. But just above that, right under a fleshy hood at the summit of her slit he found the true prize. A hard little pearl of flesh that ignited under his touch, Naestra’s resulting moans encouraging Ranger eat her deeper.

Naestra let out a happy sigh, holding his head in place with both hands as Ranger pressed into her at his own accord. Arahan didn’t have to hold him down any longer and he snaked his hands under her thighs to old her legs up. The Elven maiden tipped backwards and slumped across the mossy embankment, locking her ankles across Ranger’s neck as he assaulted her clit with a flurry of licks.

He gave her the same enthusiasm he’d shown the young lady he’d hoped to marry instead of joining the imperial Army. Though in retrospect, probably a bad idea because she’d been none too impressed, setting Ranger on the course to years down the line land in this particularly weird predicament.

Either his lovemaking skills had magically improved in that time, or maybe Elves were somehow easy to please. All the same, Naestra’s back arched off the ground and her toes curled as a flurry of sing song Elven praises came rolling off her tongue.

“High praise indeed,” Arahan grunted. “Though I doubt he’s [i]that[/i] good.”

While Naestra was moaning sweetly, Arahan sank into the warm water at the grotto’s edge beside them. She was lounged with her arms propped up on the water’s edge, with her long legs elegantly crossed at the knees, watching with the boredom palpable in her eyes.

“Is this going to take much longer?” she asked bluntly, making Naestra giggle between her.

“It will ta-mmmh, yes~! Take as long as-… ohhhh~, as long as it takes, dear sister.” 

Her head tipped back even as she said it, and sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, Naestra keened with delight. Her pleasured calls hit soprano tones and Arahan immediately noticed how the raven haired Elf shuddered.

Her toes had splayed out and her eyes were open wide, staring at the grotto’s ceiling. The tremor worked its way up her slender legs, caught in her pelvis as she bucked delightfully against Ranger’s mouth, and worked its way up her spine to leave a tingling behind her lips.

“You’re done!” Arahan announced happily as she straightened up. “Finally. You took your damn time!”

“N-not quite!” she moaned hurriedly. “I’m st-still-… oh!”

Arahan paid her no mind, cutting the aftershocks of her sister’s orgasm short by grabbing two handfuls of Ranger’s shirt and yanking him away. His eyes were bugged and lips puckered with surprise as he whirled through the air, and with another skilful tackle, Arahan slammed him flat on his back on a patch of moss beside where Naestra curled into a shuddering ball of feminine moans.

She then jumped on her prey while he was stunned… and just a little sick of getting thrown around the place by a skinny Elf girl. Facing the bulge in Ranger’s pants and with her hands firmly planted on his chest, as if he were even capable of running at this point, Arahan straddled his face, lowering her quim down against his mouth and squirming a little as his stubble raked at her sensitive flesh.

“Ohhh~! So warm,” she giggled, pressing the rest of her weight down on his lips and grinding back and forth a little. “Come on then. Get to work.”

As if he had a choice. Opening his mouth, Ranger submitted himself to the ninety pound Elf sitting on his face. The best he could do was wrap his arms around her thighs to cop a rather nice feel of that ass hovering in front of his eyes, then used his tongue to probe her tight folds for that same fleshy button that had made Naestra moan so nicely.

Arahan wasn’t like her sister though.

She chided him with a sigh almost as soon as Ranger tried to get started. “Silly man! There’s more to my pussy than just one spot. Sweet merciful Forest, will you move that tongue?”

Taking her verbal cue, Ranger worked his tongue firmly from her clitoris along her soft folds of aroused flesh until he could taste the sweet and salty tang of excitable juices building up at her opening. Just like her sister, Arahan tasted wonderful. And as if trying to drink deeper of her essence, Ranger delved as far as he could into that tight winking tunnel of flesh.

“That’s it. Right there. Deeper, stupid human! Eat me deeper! Press harder! Back to my pearl! Harder! Lick faster, will you? Why are you slowing down? Don’t neglect my opening for too long! Can you not do two things at once? Alternate, boy! Lick my whole slit! Every inch! C’mon, get to it!”

Ranger was honestly exhausted in five seconds flat. His tongue immediately went numb just trying to keep up with Arahan’s instructions, and the way she was sitting on his face barely left a gap between his nose and the firm cheeks of her ass for him to breath through.

He wondered if this was how it was going to happen. This was how he would end, asphyxiated on the tight little tushy of a nimble Elf.

He heard Naestra let out a sigh between her sister’s overbearing commands. “Easy sister. If you just let him work I’m sure our little friend is more than capable of satisfying you.”

“That remains to be seen. Ahem, I don’t think I told you that you could stop licking my clit, pet! Go back! Yes, there. Now a bit… mmmph~! Harder, just like that.”

“Well at least try not to break him before it is my turn again,” Naestra said calmly.

Ranger felt her slender hands touch his thighs through his wet trousers, elegantly sliding those nimble fingers designed for fine arrow fletching and delicate bow-work up to the bulge that was still throbbing with caged desire. Her firm, warm grip made Ranger drive his tongue a little harder as he moaned into Arahan’s muff.

And she answered by muffling a moan between pursed lips. She clearly didn’t want to admit he was doing a somewhat decent job.

Naestra in the meantime undid Ranger’s belt buckle, and with a swiftness only Elves were known for she opened the buttons of his britches. His boots came off easily, followed by his pants and before long Ranger felt a cool breeze pull through the grotto and touch the tip of his throbbing cock. 

She immediately let out a gasp upon realising her find. Even Arahan reacted in surprise, though it was more subtle in the way she sat up, pressing more weight on his mouth through her quim.

“Look at this monster that has emerged before us,” Naestra breathed.

Arahan shrugged. “He is ‘quite’ big, I suppose.”

“He is enormous.” Ranger could only hear as Naestra breathed his musk in deep and released the breath with a long drunken moan. “Can you believe the sight of this delicious thing? I’ve always quite liked humans since we would spy on them bathing when we were girls.” – Arahan giggled at the ancient memory – “They’re always plenty long, but also much more girthy than Elven men. It always makes me feel like I have the satisfying heft of a weapon in my hands.”

Humming lightly, Arahan shrugged again. “Men are such short lived creatures. They might have a good cock, but they never live long enough to build up enough experience though. This boy no doubt has no idea what to do with this incredib-… I mean, ‘passable’ thing.”

Ranger could honestly get no words in to defend himself the way Arahan was grinding her pussy on his tongue. All he could do was hold on to her nice butt and keep licking, hoping that one of them would touch his member at the very least.[b]

[/b]Because the way his cock sat erect and unloved between these two gorgeous women made him feel like he was about to pop a vein somewhere important. He was so engorged and swelling with need he was quite sure a simple touch of Naestra’s breath on the crown would set off an uncontrollable eruption.

To his surprise, and pride, he managed to hold off with a clench as Naestra’s silky palm wrapped around the base of his rod, followed by her opposite hand touching the tip. She caught a slippery glob of precum that was forming and massaged it into his member like a doctor applying a salve. Before he knew it his erection was wet and slippery between Naestra’s caring fingers, squeezing delicately to feel exactly how hard he’d become.

“Look at how pent up and neglected he is,” Naestra breathed. “You’re so selfish, Arahan, that you wouldn’t even take care of our esteemed guest while he was servicing me.”

Arahan scoffed. “You have a strange understanding of the word ‘punishment,’ Naestra.”

Wagging her slender eyebrows up at her sister, she closed her eyes and licked Ranger from his balls up along the underside of the shaft, right the way up to the tip where she made a small circle then traced the same path back down. 

“Hhhnnnnnnhhh~!” she moaned around her tongue as she worked it up and down his slippery, precum-coated shaft. “[i]Delithioth[/i]!”

Her tongue slid back up along the underside of his member, tracing a line of pleasurable sparks that had Ranger moaning into Arahan’s pussy again, before Naestra closed her soft, full lips over the crown then made a line of tender, wet little smooches from the sensitive tip back down the rod. every touch she made, every lick, every loving kiss was calculated and planted in a place that made Ranger throb and moan for more. And as agonisingly slow as it was, Ranger honestly didn’t want Naestra to go any faster. What she was doing was just right; sensual, drawn out and just satisfying enough to keep his interest, but not so much that it lulled him over that precipice and worked him into uselessness for the rest of the day.

As Naestra worked her magic, he felt Arahan’s elbow poke him in the gut. Resting her chin in her hand, she looked on Naestra’s ministrations with a sigh.

“I've never seen a more boring display. Don't just kiss it; take his rod into your throat and start bobbing your head or something!”

Naestra let out a tinkling singsong giggle as she ran her soft, wet lips back up to Ranger’s swollen crown and planted a firm smooch. “Patience, sister. There's no need to rush things.”

Ranger groaned, the tremors of his voice tickling Arahan’s pussy and making her clench as Naestra seemed to take her sister’s advice. Her lips delicately circled the top of his shaft, then with the soft slippery surface of her tongue guiding him in, she slid her warm mouth down over him.

“Oh, finally!” Arahan exclaimed, though her joy was short lived.

Naestra worked her mouth about halfway down Ranger’s shaft and felt him thrust gently into the back of her throat. She barely made a sound, gulping instead of gagging and letting the tight wet muscles of her throat kiss his glans sweetly. Then like before she worked her way back up the shaft, swirled her tongue over the top, then ran her face, now glistening with a mixture of precum and saliva dribbling past her lips back down along his cock. She was like a cultist worshipping her idol in the messiest possible way.

And with no mind for sensuality, Arahan let out a frustrated cry. Ranger honestly couldn’t understand what the complaint was. In his opinion Naestra was doing perfectly fine.

Arahan clearly knew better though, and grabbing her sister by the head, shoved the raven haired beauty off Ranger’s cock, eliciting a disappointed moan from the man under her.

“Silence, pet! You’re about to feel what it’s like to be pleasured by the throat of a true Elven mistress. Do not make me change my mind about bestowing you with this honour.”

Ranger zipped it, honestly more nervous about Arahan’s temperament than he was curious about what she was going to do next. That was when he felt her mouth on his glans, then her lips on his shaft, sliding down elegantly, further and further, until she could go no more… then she went even further.

He let out an ‘ooph!’ muffled by Arahan’s pussy, a sound that quickly turned into a wheeze as the woman’s throat opened with ease and sucked in his erection. Before long, her lips were clamped down on the base of his cock, right down to the base with everything that couldn’t fit in her mouth disappearing down her gullet.

Arahan’s throat bulged out to make space for the girthy dick she was inhaling. But like a lizardman gulping down a large meal, she took it with literally no effort or discomfort. It all went down the hatch with little more than a wet, throaty gulp. Her eyes were elegantly shut with focus as she held her breath and worked her throat muscles, massaging the sensitive surface of Ranger’s cock.

It was Naestra’s turn to sigh with annoyance as she watched her sister with chin in her hand. “You have no sense of romance, Arahan.”

Ranger’s moans into her pussy turned to whimpers as his balls were practically sucked up into his gut and there was a distinct swelling. There was little for him to complain about except for the fact Arahan was going to make him nut down her throat. And given her behaviour so far, he didn’t think she’d much appreciate her fun being cut short.

Thankfully he held back long enough for Arahan to come back up for air. The breeze on his cock felt colder now his cock was dripping with the oral love from two Elven maidens, and he felt a weight lift off his face as Arahan climbed off and whipped around.

The relief didn’t last long though as he saw genuine anger on the Elf’s face.

“I don’t recall telling you to stop licking me, boy!” she shouted, and Ranger braced himself for a slap.

Naestra interjected however, brushing her sister off and helping Ranger sit up. “He stopped as a compliment, Arahan. Your oral skills were just too superior. What do you expect from the poor thing?”

Arahan pouted angrily, folding her arms across her pert breasts. “I suppose.”

“Come, darling,” Naestra breathed, encouraging him to his feet. “The evening is young after all and there are many more things we can do.”

One by one her fingers plucked open the buttons of his shirt then peeled the wet fabric over his muscular shoulders. In moments Ranger was as naked as the Elves, and with his hand in hers, Naestra seductively led him across the grotto. Her hips tilted and swayed as she moved, drawing Ranger’s gaze for a moment. But nothing pulled his stare more than Naestra looking over her shoulder at him, a warm smile on her lips and a playful twinkle in her eye.

In the background was a frustrated cry from her sister. “This is meant to be his punishment, not a wedding night!”

Ignoring her, Naestra hopped up onto a flat rock of basalt-like material, warm enough to the touch that it was steaming. Pulling ranger in by the hand, she opened her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist, her pelvis positioned level with his. As she drew him in, she smiled brightly when the girthy slab of rock-hard meat sprouting between his legs pressed against her aching quim.

He doubled over and with one hand she guided his lips against hers, while her free hand guided his glans against her opening. Ranger took his time probing the tight hole, pressing slowly a bit, then pulling back to hear her body release a wet smack, then gently pressing in again. She was so tight it took several attempts before she opened for him.

And when she did, swallowing the tip at first, Naestra gasped into his mouth. But she pulled him in all the same. Her heels drove into his back encouragingly and she set her nails into his shoulders as bit by bit her body opened to let him in.

Before long, the wet slippery ride hit apex and Ranger panted, feeling that hot sheath of silky flesh engulf him down to the base of his cock. Her Elven physique while tall was still so petite, it felt like she wasn’t built to take even an average human cock. She was so tight, Ranger was surprised Naestra hadn’t screamed in pain. He didn’t even want to move any more, as good as it felt, for fear he’d hurt her.

She quickly set his mind at ease with a soft trail of kisses working up his neck then along his stubbled jaw.

“Do it, love,” she whispered so only he would hear. “Fuck me. I want it. Please don’t make me wait.”

He drew back, making Naestra exhale sharply through pursed lips, then just as slowly drove back into her depths. Under the splash of the waterfall he heard her pussy suckle wetly as he pulled, then happy Elven sounds as he drove back into her depths. A romantic smile stretched out her lips as she hung onto him, one arm hooked around his neck, the other feeling down his chest and abdomen, exploring his firm musculature as if he were some mysterious artefact she was trying to decipher.

The pace was gentle, slow and soothing…

Then Arahan opened her mouth and completely shattered the atmosphere. “All this cuddling and whispering! You two are so boring!”

They looked so see she’d bent over the rock beside them and was wagging her tight ass-cheeks enticingly in Ranger’s direction.

Naestra sighed, stroking Ranger’s face.[b] [/b]“And they wonder why I can’t have nice things.”

He chuckled with a shrug, then got back to rolling his hips, plunging back into the comfortable wet depths of Naestra’s wonderful body. Like before, his thrusts were slow and sensual, just like how her mouth had worked his rod before. Almost as if he wanted to spite Arahan who was watching with a mixture of irritation and jealousy.

He couldn’t have been dragging moans out of Naestra’s throat for more than a few minutes when Arahan groaned again, angling her ass in Ranger’s direction in a futile attempt to get his interest.

“Ughhh, by the Forest, why are you taking so long fucking Naestra?! My turn! Get your cock inside me now, stupid human!”

“Now, now, Arahan. Ther-… ah~! There’s no need to be rude. Our darling friend w-… ohhhh~! He’ll be with you s-soon.”

Sticking her bottom lip out in a pout, Arahan rested her chin in her palm and tapped her nails against her cheek impatiently. “Not soon enough...”

Ignoring her sister again, Naestra set her hands on the sides of Ranger’s face, whispering “faster, please,” with feverous intensity. Ranger couldn’t help but oblige, as if her words had a complete command over his body. It was less that she’d placed him under some sort of spell, more the way she looked at him and spoke to him. Her eyes were staring into his with a deep sense of need and her mouth hung open to let out sharp, pleasured breaths.

Then he felt her clench. Her alabaster cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she bit her bottom lip, long lashes fluttering in time with the tremors ripping through her body. Her heels duck into his back, deceptively strong muscles in her lean pixy body forcing Ranger’s deep, powerful thrusts to a sudden halt. He was clenching, but not because he was on the verge of orgasm. The constant start-stop of their earlier oral ministrations had tempered Ranger enough that he wasn’t going to pop right away and be useless for the rest of the day.

He was almost willing himself to be thicker and longer for Naestra so he could nudge his tip against her cervix. It was a soft poke that bumped her just hard enough to make all sense of composure melt away, forcing Naestra to release the long shuddering moan from where it had been building up in her throat.

When she stopped shaking, her eyes were shut, several locks of dark hair clinging to her sweaty brow. There was something frazzled, but ultimately heavenly about the expression on her face. A sense of bliss, but it was unlike anything humans were capable of wearing. The kind of thing that if a lesser man had seen it, he’d be driven to the verges of insanity just to get another glimpse.

Pulling him in closer, Naestra planted a motherly sort of kiss on his forehead. “Thank you, my dear,” she said between long, exhausted breaths. “You should see to Arahan before she does something silly and violent.”

Grinning, Ranger nodded obediently and planting his hands on the warm rock either side of her, pulled out of her body. His cock came free with a little effort and a wet ‘slorp’ where she’d been clenching with a wet orgasm all over his member.

A little unevenly, Ranger staggered over to where Arahan was idling, her legs still open and bent over. She was pretending to pick dirt out from under her nails, even as he sidled up and planted a hand on the small of her back to push her slightly down. Her long legged figure mean she had to bend her knees just a little for him to be at the right height, but after some minor adjustments he gripped his cock and slid it into her tight crease from behind. There was no dillying and no dallying like with Naestra; just a wet slurp of Arahan’s needy body opening around him. Lubricated by her sister’s orgasm and with a gentle application of ‘tally-ho,’ Ranger slipped into the Elf with ease, hilting her in one go that nudged his crown against a tight little hollow deep inside her body.

If he didn’t have her attention before, he had it now.

“Biiiiiggg~…” she whispered under her breath as her palms fell flat on the rock she used for support and slowly tipped her head back. Shaking off what looked like a soppy grin, she threw a naughty leer over her shoulder. “Finally! Took you long enough! Now, fuck me hard and fast! None of that boring cuddling that Naestra somehow [i]thinks[/i] is sex!”

Her ladyship had spoken and Ranger was but a servant. Tapping his forehead with two fingers in casual salute, he took a hold of her skinny waist and set to work. In moments he was fucking her tight hole in earnest, the splatter of the grotto’s waterfall soon drown own by the violent slap of his bare flesh against her thighs. As he moved, is strong arms forced her to undulate back and forth in time, making the apex of each thrust twice as forceful.

“Harder,” Arahan demanded. “Faster!”

Even as she was saying it, it was clear she was struggling to keep her voice even. She was clearly enjoying some aspect of what he was doing. Thankfully. Ranger was ploughing her at full sprint and honestly wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up. Not that he was close to finishing. He was exhausted!

Minutes in, he was panting and sweating with effort. Honestly any other woman would have screeched ‘ouch!’ by now and slapped him. Arahan took it, and started rocking back to meet his thrusts even harder still.

The Elven witch was crazy, but a good sort of crazy. And Ranger as only just scraping the surface really.

“Oh, never mind!” she cried suddenly leaping forward. As Ranger’s cock slipped from her body she grabbed him under the arm and swung him over her shoulder with unnatural strength. The moment Ranger landed on the bank of the grotto, flat on his back again, Arahan threw a leg over him and straddled him like a horse, riding his cock back down to the base. The moment she had impaled herself, her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, clearly preferring this position. “Much better!”

Her hands pinned to his chest and her sharp nails digging into his skin possessively, Arahan started to ride like a top-dollar capitol whore paid overtime. She rocked forward and back, her firm breasts jiggling with every down ward thrust. And when her ass slapped down in his lap she didn’t linger or pause. She went right back up and impaled herself back down, hard. She moved like a Dwarven machine designed, built and fine-tuned specifically to fuck his brains out.

“Mmmhh~! Fuck yes! How's that feel, human?! I feel better than she does, don't I? Naestra might be an uptight cunt, but we both know that my cunt is actually tighter.”

Naestra in the meantime climbed onto the mossy bank, lounging on her belly beside Ranger with her face positioned over his.[b] [/b]“This doesn't need to be a competition, Arahan. I'm sure this darling human is more than satisfied by both of us equally.”

“Y-your just afraid that – by the Forest~! – that he likes my body better than-ohmy~! Better than yours!”

Naestra rolled her eyes and scootched over, kissing Ranger lovingly on the lips since Arahan was neglecting to do so. Her lips were soft and warm, and like before while kissing her quim, there as an electric tingle, especially as her tongue delicately slid into his mouth to taste him. As they were making out like old overs, Ranger could feel Naestra tilt her head as she inhaled sharply and moaned, her lips trembling with pleasure as they touched.

In the meantime, Arahan’s breaths were getting shorter. Her shoulder’s heaved as she laughed internally, a goofy look of pleasure crossing her aspect. Arahan’s eyes crossed as if trying to gaze into one another while her brows were arched high and her bottom lip half disappeared behind her top row of teeth. Her hips slapped down one more time and that shuddering chuckle ran from her quivering canal right up her spine, a familiar convulsion of pleasure gripping Ranger’s cock.

She just satisfied herself on him, and by the looks of it she didn’t him to know because as quickly as that funny look of orgasmic bliss crossed her face, she wiped it off with a haughty look.

“Admirable stamina you have, human,” she said as plainly as she could manage between long breaths. 

The paused for a moment. Then hungry for another ride, she set back to work. The way she was going to town on Ranger was clearly bringing him closer to orgasm. He had his hands on Arahan’s hips, helping her impale herself as he rolled his hips to meet her thrusts, all the while his cock began to swell inside her. While Arahan was blind to the little ticks in the human’s body, Naestra easily noticed the way Ranger was gasping into her kiss.

Breaking it with a smile, she got up on all fours and planted a hand on her sister’s breast to stop her.

“If you are dead set on making this a competition,” Naestra said, lifting her off Ranger’s cock with sucking wet plop, “then perhaps our sweet friend here should act as judge.”

Grabbing her sister by the shoulders, Naestra shoved Arahan flat on her back and crawled on top, making a rather delicious looking Elven sandwich. Lowering herself down, Naestra slowly squished her breasts against Arahan’s in a perversion of a loving sisterly embrace, their dripping pussies hovering close to one another but not quite touching.[b]

[/b]Looking back at Ranger with a lusty smile and curling her finger in a come-hither motion, Naestra said, “Come then, darling. Choose to finish yourself off inside whichever body you found to be most pleasing.”

“You’ll choose me if you know what’s good for you, plaything,” Arahan scowled, and Naestra silenced her with a slap on the thigh.

If Ranger was to be entirely truthful, he couldn’t really choose. Both of them had been equally pleasing, even Arahan in an overbearing kind of way.

Making his choice, Ranger quickly sidled up behind them, cock in hand and sweating as he hoped he wasn’t making the wrong choice. Going all in, he wasted no time in pressing his crown against Aahan’s opening and penetrating her in a smooth stroke similar to before. Her eyes widened happily and the corners of her mouth fluttered upward a little feeling the girthy human rod stretch out her depths.

But even as she felt the electric pulses of pleasure stoked by his prodding into her core, Ranger suddenly pulled out, making her moan in disappointment. It was replaced immediately after by a gasp of delight from Naestra as he pressed into her silken folds. 

The way he switched from one Elf to the other quickly proved Arahan wrong on her earlier statement. Her cunt wasn’t tighter than her sister’s. They were just as tight as each other, but that was no surprise given their identical build.

Blessed with a veritable buffet of pleasure, Ranger would pump several thrusts into Naestra before pulling out, earning a pleading whimper for her as Arahan began keening with pleasure as Ranger switched to the other Elf, then vice versa when he went back. Jumping back and forth between them left both Elves needy and excited for more, moaning and panting as their cheeks blushed gently.

“Please come back to me,” Arahan breathed as Ranger suddenly pulled out of her again after only a few thrusts.

He then slid into Naestra, making her look back with open ecstasy written all over her face. “Ahh~! Back where you belong, my darling!”

As she looked at him with a loving need, silently begging him not to pull out again, Naestra reached back and ran her fingertips down Ranger’s chest. With a grin he grabbed at her wrist and gave her body a playful tug next time he thrust into her. With the added leverage he slammed her depths a little harder than before.

Naestra undulated back and forth with the new, rapid motions, her mouth falling open and a whole new chorus of pleasured moans escaping her throat. As she moved with Ranger’s thrusts, her nipples slipped over Arahan’s as she was gazing up at this new rough display with the rare curl of a genuine smile tugging her lips. She seemed content to watch given this duo were playing to more her style as she slid her hand down over her mons and felt into her wet opening with two fingers.

The sudden jackhammer motions and the singsong chime of happiness Naestra made was beginning to finally set Ranger off. He wondered if there was some sort of magic in the air helping him along, because he was honestly impressed with himself that he didn’t ejaculate in Naestra’s face the moment she pulled his pants off like some sort of involuntary self-defence mechanism. Now though, however long it had been since they’d begun, his cock was beginning to swell as his balls stirred the tanks and prepared for release.

Naestra noticed as she’d done before, though more by his erratic thrusts into his body and the way his cock throbbed so wonderfully as it was trapped in her tight walls.

“I sense you are close,” she breathed. “Give it to me, darling. Spend your fertile seed inside me.”

“No! Give it to me! I want your cum! Finish inside [i]me[/i]! Obey [i]me[/i], pet!”

Like before, Ranger couldn’t decide. So, like before, he went for the middle ground again.

He had just pulled out of Naestra and thrust into Arahan as she’d invited him to cum, and the bossier sister could feel his cock beginning to swell to the point of bursting. She practically sang with delight, a look of sheer happiness Ranger hadn’t seen before crossing the imperious Elf’s face.[b]

[/b]“Yesss~! Do it!” she cried. But just as quickly Ranger pulled out of her and slipped into Naestra. In the same delighted breath, Arahan let out a soft, defeated little: “Noooooo! Pleeeaaaaaase~!”

Too little too late. Ranger released and let Naestra have the first few powerful jets of his cum; because she had been nicer to him. But he wasn’t about to leave Arahan hanging completely. After the first streams of his warm cum touched Naestra’s cervix, making her coo warmly with delight, Ranger quickly clenched, pulled out, slid back into Arahan hard enough to make her yelp and released the rest of what he had. The spurts of cum were nowhere near as powerful as the first couple he’d given Naestra, but Arahan got more in a sense of volume.

Four more weaker spurts of warm cum irrigated her insides, making her sigh contently into Naestra’s mouth as the other Elf lowered herself for a soft kiss.

Her raven hair hung over both their faces like a bedraggled, damp curtain as she pulled back long enough to pant out: [b] [/b]“Told you he liked us both, sister.”

Arahan smirked, catching Naestra’s chin between her thumb and forefinger. “Don’t get smart with me.”

Dragging her sister back down, Arahan kissed her passionately on the mouth, and before long Ranger was sitting back on his knees in the water, watching the Elven maidens kissing like they’d just been married.

Then, to Ranger’s surprise they flipped around. Arahan forced Naestra on her back and straddled the woman’s face like she had done to him. And while Naestra was sucking the load Ranger had deposited in her tight Elven pussy, Arahan was licking and suckling at the creampie leaking out between her sister’s quim too.

Before long, Ranger watching in sheer wide-eyed shock, as Naestra and Arahan sat up on their knees and shared a very open mouth kiss that left his cum – the cum he’d deposited in their pussies to begin with – now watery with their own orgasms and saliva, dribbling down their chins, necks and breasts. They held each other tight, slipping and sliding their nipples and limbs together as they traded ostentatiously tongue-heavy kisses, and even cracked their eyelids in his direction to make sure their new human friend was watching and enjoying the show.

Ranger suddenly sneezed hard into his hands, ruining the quiet moment of utter degeneracy the likes of which he couldn’t have previously fantasised about even if he tried. Turned it he really was allergic to over-the-top sexy.

The Elves in the meantime sank back into the water beside him, and as if nothing had happened went straight back to washing. They cupped warm water over each other, rubbed each other’s breasts and rears, slender hands following the sleek curves of the other down to the water level and back up again. Ranger watched quietly as he rinsed himself off at the same time, not quite sure what else to do with himself. And somewhat thankful his cock was so overused even the sight of The Twilight Sisters washing his cum from each other’s naked bodies wasn’t able to get him up anymore.

When they were done they dried themselves in the sun while at the same time dressing. Before long they were clad in the typical supple Elven armour, dyed green to blend into the Athel Loren foliage.

When they were dressed, they peeled Ranger’s dry gear off the spring’s hot rocks and held them out to him. Ranger gingerly stepped out of the grotto, into the sun and took his shirt with a thankful grin.

“You’re hunting the Beastmen that entered Athel Loren, are you not?” Naestra asked. When Ranger nodded she and Arahan glanced at each other, both women wearing naughty looking smiles. “Good. Come with us to camp. You had better rest if you hope to keep up tomorrow.”

Ranger’s head popped out the top of his shirt with a confused frown, prompting Arahan to add, “The Beastmen have a few days head start. We will have to move fast in the morning if there is any hope of catching them. Tonight however we had better do whatever it takes for humans to recharge. There’s bound to be more ‘adventures’ along the way.”

As she said it, she cradled Ranger’s balls in one hand, making him pause with his pants halfway up his leg.

“I think that happens automatically, sister,” Naestra informed. “You just have to let him rest and leave him alone.”

Arahan huffed. “Really? How boring!” Then with a shrug, she turned and sauntered off between the trees, beckoning him over her shoulder. “Come along now, pet!”

Catching the way Ranger rolled his eyes as he pulled his vest and bandolier of fighting gear over his head, Naestra giggled. As she followed the other Elf, she smiled and held her hand out for him. With one boot on his foot, Ranger hopped after her, still securing the buckles on his other.

As per usual, he had no idea what fate had in store for him with this particular set of cards; but for once he was pretty eager to find out.