The night deepened, and a savage cold was too much for fur blanket to block it.
Ronan felt cold, and his breath billowed in thick, frosty clouds. Shivering uncontrollably, he tightened his arms around Elvana, yanking her body flush against his. Her skin was warm and soft, her curves pressing into him. Her warm breath grazed his neck in rhythmic, humid puffs, each exhale a teasing that sent a jolt of heat racing down his spine. Her full breasts mashed against his chest, the thin fabric of her clothing stretched taut over her hardened nipples, their outlines unmistakable as they dug into him.
He shifted, trying to escape the cold's grip, but the movement only sharpened his awareness of her. His cock twitched to life, swelling with a rush of blood, the thick length growing rigid beneath his pants. It pressed insistently against her thigh, the fabric chafing against the sensitive head as it throbbed with need. A wave of shame scorched his face, but he couldn't stop it—her warmth, her scent, the way her hips nestled against his groin—it was intoxicating. His erection pulsed, trapped and aching, the tip already leaking a bead of precum that soaked into the fabric.
Elvana slept on, her breaths deep and steady, her lips slightly parted, completely unaware of his cock as she was already used to the heat of the night, she didn't wake up like Ronan.
Time passed, the cold night stretching into an endless torment. His arousal kept him on the edge, his cock throbbing painfully with every brush of her body. Exhaustion fall at him, dragging his eyelids down, and he drifted toward an uneasy sleep, his arms still locked around her. After a hour or two, a soft nudge jolted him awake.
He blinked, groggy and disoriented, as Elvana pulled away slightly and sat up on the fur mattress. The blanket slid from her shoulders, pooling around her hips and revealing the taut, muscular curve of her waist and the flare of her hips in the faint, flickering light. Her breasts strained against her thin shirt, the fabric clinging to every contour, her nipples pebbled and visible through the material.
"Ray?" she whispered, her voice was a low, inaudible because of Zyrris and Noctis snores.
Ronan rubbed his eyes, propping himself up on an elbow, his cock still achingly hard beneath the blanket. "What's wrong?" he mumbled, his eyes followed her gaze. It darted toward her sleeping parents, then snapped back to him.
Elvana hesitated, her green eyes smoldering with a mix of curiosity and desire. She leaned in close, her breath hot and moist against his ear. "Can you show me?" she asked, her tone was blunt.
His foggy mind struggled to catch up. "Show you…?"
She nodded downward, her gaze locking onto the thick, straining bulge tenting his pants. "Your cock," she clarified, "I've never seen one up close. I've heard about fucking—caught my parents once, their bodies slapping together, grunting like animals, but I didn't get it. And I've heard girls can suck a guy's cock, make him cum with their mouths. I want to try it. On you. What do you think?"
Ronan froze, his cock jerking violently at her words, a fresh surge of precum soaking through his pants. Heat roared through him, a wildfire that consumed his senses, his thoughts splintering between shock and a need to give in. "I…" His throat was parched, "That's not—it's not right."
Elvana tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as she studied him, her lips curling into a faint, wicked smirk. "If you show me," she purred, "I'll do whatever you want for a day. Anything."
He shook his head, his frown deepening. "That's not the point." He yanked the blanket higher, trying to shield his throbbing erection, "It's not about a trade."
She watched him for a moment, her lips pursing into a thoughtful pout. Then, without a word, she slid closer, her body heat radiating through the thin layers separating them. Her hand hovered near his waist, trembling.
"Okay," she murmured, "Then let me touch it. I want to feel your cock in my hand. I need to know what it's like to hold it, to make it cum."
Ronan's breath hitched, his cock pulsing so hard it hurt, the head slick with precum that dribbled down the shaft.
"Elvana, no," he said, "We can't—your parents are right there. It's wrong."
"They're asleep," she countered.
Her hand crept closer, her fingers brushing the waistband of his pants, grazing the bulge of his cock. Instinct kicked in, and he seized her wrist, stopping her cold. She didn't pull away. She just stared at him, her lips parted, her breath quickening.
"Please, Ray," she whispered, "I won't tell a soul. I just… I want to feel it. I want to taste it."
His grip on her wrist shook, his cock throbbing with an agonizing need, "I can't," he said.
She didn't argue, but she didn't back off either. Instead, she pressed her body against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, her nipples hard and poking through the fabric as she ground her hips against his groin. The friction was excruciating, his cock trapped and rubbing against her thigh, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through him.
"Stop," he whispered.
She didn't.
Her breath was a hot against his neck, her body a writhing, intoxicating press of heat and softness. His hands hovered, trembling. His heart thundered, his cock weeping precum.
Then, he spoke, "Fine. I'll show you. Just… stop fucking teasing me."
If she continued, he might cum in his pants, and ruin only underwear he had.
Elvana stilled, a triumphant smirk spreading across her lips. She pulled back slightly, giving him space, and he hesitated.
With shaking, clumsy hands, he shoved the blanket aside and at the waistband of his pants. The cold air hit his skin as he freed his cock, thick and veiny, the shaft glistening with precum, the swollen, purple head dripping wetly onto his thigh.
Elvana eyes widened, a hungry, almost fascination flickering across her features as she drank in the sight. She reached out, her fingers trembling with anticipation, then wrapped them around his cock. Her touch was electric, her grip firm as she squeezed the base, feeling the pulsing heat and the slickness of his arousal. "Fuck, it's so hot," she murmured. Her hand slid up the shaft, smearing the precum over the head, her thumb rubbing circles over the sensitive tip. "So hard… the skin's so soft, but it's like steel underneath."
A violent shudder ripped through Ronan, his breath catching in his throat as her touch sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. He'd never been touched like this—never even jerked himself off, too consumed by training to explore his own body. Now, every sensation was a brutal, overwhelming assault on his senses.
Elvana leaned closer, her breath hot and moist against the head of his cock, the humid air teasing the sensitive flesh. He barely had time to brace himself before her lips brushed the tip—a soft, wet kiss that made his balls tighten and his cock twitch violently. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she parted her lips wide and took him into her mouth.
The searing, wet heat of her mouth engulfed him, her lips stretching tight around the girth of his cock, her tongue pressing flat against the underside. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing as she drew him deeper, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of her throat. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth, coating his shaft in a slick, glistening sheen as she worked him with slow, deliberate strokes.
Ronan's world collapsed into the pulsing, wet heat of her mouth. He gripped the fur beneath him, his knuckles white, his nails digging into the pelt as he fought to stifle the guttural moans clawing at his throat. His hips bucked involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into her mouth, and she gagged slightly, the sound wet and obscene, before adjusting her angle. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping at the precum leaking from the tip, then dragged down the shaft, tracing the thick veins with greedy, exploratory strokes.
She sucked harder, her lips sliding down his cock until her nose pressed against his pubic hair, the coarse curls tickling her face. She hummed, the vibration rippling through his shaft, a deep, resonant pulse that made his balls draw up tight and his cock throb with desperate need. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into the muscle as she bobbed her head, fucking him with her mouth in a relentless, sloppy rhythm. Saliva and precum mixed, dripping down his balls, pooling on the fur beneath him.
It was too much. He'd never felt anything like this—never known pleasure could be so intense, so all-consuming. His cock pulsed violently, the pressure in his balls coiling tight and unbearable. She flicked her tongue against the underside of the head, teasing the sensitive ridge, and he broke. A strangled, animalistic groan tore from his throat as he came, his cock erupting in thick, hot spurts of cum that flooded her mouth.
Elvana froze, her lips still locked around him as his release coated her tongue, filling her mouth with the salty, bitter taste. She pulled back slowly, her lips dragging along his softening cock, a thick strand of cum and saliva stretching between them before snapping. She sat up, her lips glistening, a dribble of cum escaping the corner of her mouth and trailing down her chin. She pressed her lips together, swallowing hard, her throat bobbing as she took it all down. Her brow furrowed, her tongue darting out to lick the stray drop from her chin.
"Fuck, it's salty," she murmured, her voice low and raspy, "Bitter, too, but… not bad. Kinda thick. Different."
Ronan collapsed back against the fur, his chest heaving, his body trembling with the violent aftershocks of his first orgasm. Sweat drenched his skin, his cock twitching weakly as the last drops of cum oozed from the tip. His mind reeled, overwhelmed by the intensity.
"Go to sleep," he muttered.
Elvana didn't argue. She curled up beside him, draping an arm over his chest, her body pressing against his once more.
Ronan stared at the ceiling, his world completely altered by the night's filthy, forbidden pleasure, his cock still tingling with the memory of her mouth.