For a moment, they stayed like that, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night.
Elvana's hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the fabric of his shirt. Her touch was hesitant, a silent question in her eyes as she looked up at him. Ronan's breath hitched, his pulse racing as he understood her intent. He nodded slightly, his own hands moving to the hem of his shirt. With a deep breath, he pulled it over his head, the cool air prickling his bare skin as he tossed it aside.
Elvana followed suit, her fingers fumbling with the silk cloth wrapped around her chest and waist. She unwound it slowly, the fabric slipping away to reveal her toned, athletic body. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and full, the dark nipples hardening in the chill.
Ronan's eyes traced the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and the wild patch of dark hair between her thighs, already glistening with arousal. She set the silk aside, her cheeks flushed.
Without a word, she lay back on the fur mattress, the soft pelt cradling her body as she spread her legs slightly, inviting him closer. Ronan's throat tightened, his cock stirring beneath his pants, thick and rigid with need. He shed the last of his clothing, his erection springing free, the swollen head glistening with precum. He moved over her, positioning himself between her thighs, his hands pressing into the fur on either side of her shoulders to support his weight. His knees sank into the mattress, his cock hovering just above her slick entrance, twitching with anticipation.
Her breasts trembled with each shallow breath, the soft mounds shifting slightly as she adjusted beneath him. Ronan's gaze lingered on them, then met her eyes—wide, nervous. He lowered himself, the tip of his cock brushing against her wet folds, and a shudder ran through him at the heat and softness of her. He pressed forward, guiding himself with one hand, and pushed inside her.
Elvana gasped softly as his cock breached her, her tight pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. The sensation was intense—hot, wet, and suffocatingly tight—her inner walls gripping him like a vice.
Ronan groaned low in his throat, his hips trembling as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. The heat of her enveloped him, a pulsing warmth that sent sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, the slick drag of her walls against his shaft driving him wild.
Elvana's hands gripped his arms, her nails digging into his skin as she adjusted to the fullness of him. The initial discomfort faded quickly, replaced by a growing warmth, a tingling pleasure that spread from her core. She rocked her hips beneath him, meeting his thrusts, her breaths coming in soft, ragged moans. Her breasts swayed with each movement, the gentle motion hypnotic, the soft flesh rippling in time with his rhythm.
Ronan's pace quickened slightly, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, rhythmic sound that filled the quiet room. The pleasure built, a coiling tension in his gut that made his balls tighten and his breath come in sharp gasps. He leaned down, his lips brushing her neck, tasting the salt of her skin as he fucked her, each thrust deeper and more desperate than the last.
Elvana's fingers slid between their bodies, finding her clit—swollen and slick with her arousal. She rubbed it in tight, frantic circles, her moans growing louder as the sensation intensified. Within moments, her body tensed, her pussy clenching around his cock in rhythmic pulses. She cried out softly, her hips bucking beneath him as her orgasm crashed over her, waves of ecstasy shuddering through her. Her inner walls squeezed him tighter, the pressure overwhelming, and Ronan felt his own climax approaching, a white-hot surge he couldn't hold back.
"I'm going to cum," he gasped, his voice hoarse as he started to pull out, his cock slick with her juices. But Elvana's legs snapped around his waist, locking him in place, her heels digging into his lower back.
"No," she breathed, her voice urgent and trembling. "Cum inside me."
Ronan's eyes widened, his body tensing as he tried to resist, but the sensation was too much. Her words, her grip, the pulsing heat of her pussy—it shattered his control. With a guttural groan, he thrust deep one last time, his cock pulsing violently as he came. Thick spurts of cum flooded her, filling her womb, the heat of his release mingling with hers. His hips jerked involuntarily, each pulse drawing a ragged breath from him as he emptied himself inside her.
When it was over, he collapsed beside her, his chest heaving, his body trembling with the aftershocks. Sweat glistened on his skin, his breath coming in heavy, uneven gasps. Elvana lay beside him, her own breathing ragged, her thighs slick with their combined fluids. For a moment, they were silent.
Ronan turned his head to look at her, his brow furrowed with concern. "Why did you do that?" he asked, "You know what could happen if you get pregnant."
Elvana met his gaze, her green eyes steady despite the flush on her cheeks. She shifted closer, resting a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart. "Getting pregnant is a problem for girls with no companion," she explained softly. "But if I have one, then there's no issue. If I get pregnant, you should become my companion. I know you're leaving, but if you're accepted by the Immortal Sect, the village will treat me and our child with more care and respect. Our child would have a chance to become an immortal too. So, there's no problem." She paused, her voice softening. "And… I wanted to have something. When you leave, I'll have someone with me—a part of you."
Ronan's chest tightened. He reached out, cupping her cheek, "Elvana, I…" He swallowed hard, "I promise you, I'll come back. No matter what. I don't know if, after becoming an immortal, I'll be allowed to leave. I don't know if I'll encounter danger and die, or if something else will happen. Anything could happen out there. But I promise you, no matter what, I'll come back."
Elvana smiled, a small, genuine smile that lit up her face. She leaned into his touch, then pulled him into a tight hug, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Her warmth pressed against him. She shifted, her legs nudging the fur blanket tangled at their feet. With a deft movement, she caught it with her hand and pulled it over them.
"Let's cover ourselves," she murmured, "It's going to get very cold in a few minutes."
Ronan nodded, pulling her closer beneath the blanket, their bodies pressed together for warmth.