Legends of Belariath

Ubique et Hic

Black Gold

The world was quiet and dim. All about her were whispers and shadows as the Dark Elf warrior made her way to the weapons shop of Belariath.

What would she find within? Would she finally gain the prize she was paying for with her soul?

The door opened easily, and all was quiet inside. She walked in, closing the door behind her and pressing it tightly to its doorframe. Making sure it would not open in a chance wind.

Careful and slow, the ebon skinned girl turned to look within the weapons shop. All along the walls were racks and shelves of weapons. Some were ornate in their design. Many were nothing but simple examples of death-dealing devices.

But these were not the prize she sought.

As her ice blue eyes adjusted to the darkness, seeing into it like a nocturnal beast might, the dark elf spied what it was she had come to see. And to do more.

Behind the wooden counter of the shop stood a man made of cat and elf. His tawny body was covered with a shining golden fur, and cut by triangular slices of black. The fur was soft, she knew, and close to his skin.

She had felt that fur, had run her slender fingers over its supple texture, and dragged her tongue through its tufts.

And she had to do it again. It was the only reason for being here.

His face was lifted now as he looked her standing at the door, the elven heritage within his heart spoken truest here. His slitted eyes, tiger-yellow and bright, inquisitive. Behind them lay an intelligence few suspected or ever could come to grasp.

His cheekbones were slender and well defined by the shadowy hollows of his cheeks, his face thinner than most cat people could truthfully lay claim to. And his lips, sensual and full, despite the nuances of cat blood raging fully in his veins.

She stepped closer, coming out of the shadows the doorway harbored. With careful fingers she pulled the hood of her cloak down and let the white avalanche of her hair spill around her shoulders.

The Dark Elf smiled, and the cat smiled back.

“Hello, Miss. Is there something I can help you with?”

“So I’m back to being Miss again, am I?”

She took a few steps forward, moving closer to the counter as she undid the clasp of her cloak at her throat. She lifted the loose garment up onto the counter, draping it across while never releasing the cat’s gaze.

He burned, she knew. He had to. How could he not feel the heat between them?

Memories of grasses and stars and a moonlight sky heaving as their bodies rocked had tormented her all day now. And the dark elf knew she had to indulge in his pleasures again, and soon, or she may just starve.

She ran a finger up his chest and under his chin, drawing that pouting mouth closer and closer. He was so close now, leaning towards her over the counter, that she could smell his sweet breath, feel the heat of air from his flat nose.

“Tell me you want me, that you miss me like I have missed you,” she whispered.

And her voice came across more desperate than she wanted. But with him this close, so close, she couldn’t hold back the need for him that had been burning in her belly, all day.

“I want you,” he purred.

“My dark angel, I want you very much…”

He put his hands on her arms and pulled her around the counter, until she was looking up into his eyes, lost in his gaze and embrace. Then he was leading her to the bed. He didn’t have to ask her what she wanted anymore. She knew it was clear to him now.

As she stood in the backroom of the shop, by the bed, she eyed him warily, predator to prey. Or maybe it was the other way around. Suddenly her libido wasn’t sure, and didn’t care.

She began to peel off her clothing. Her leather tunic fell to the floor. Her leggings slipped down her slender legs. And she stood before him wearing the undergarments he had purchased for her himself.

A brassiere with black leather straps cupped her full breasts in a veiled gauzy material, her dark nipples showing through the delicate netting. The panties that covered her white downy mons were also see-through in the front. At the back, though, they rode up with a leather strap right between her buttocks.

All for him, she thought to herself, shivering. Others might see it, might touch it and revere it. But none would appreciate it as he did.

Reaching behind her back, she undid the brassiere’s metal clasps and let it fall to the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs in her panties and inched them down, her blue eyes locked to his fiery yellows. Then she crawled onto the bed, on all fours, looking at him as she lay on her side.

“Come,” she beckoned with her voice, soft and sultry.

“Be with me…”

She watched him through the shadows of the room as he dropped his belt onto the floor near the bed, then lowered his leggings. Then he was climbing onto the bed, his great weight causing it to creak, his height putting his head beyond hers and his legs off the foot of the bed.

“My angel,” he purred in her ear, his hand running up her arm, his retractable claws dragging along the blue of her skin.

The dark elf shivered, closing her eyes and nuzzling his neck. She reached her hands down below his lower abdomen, and began to stroke along his furry groin. Slowly, his thick red member poked out of its fleshy sheath. She stroked her blue fingers over the bulbous red tip, feeling the moist precum there and rubbing it around and around over the smooth, tight skin.

This one person could make her most sensual desires come true, she knew. And then one of those desires, one of those fantasies, presented itself in her mind and would not stop screaming for attention.

Carefully, the dark elf rolled over until she was pressing her back against the cat, wriggling her bottom against his groin.

“Do you want all of me? All parts of me?”

He purred in her ear, grinding his cock head against one of her ass cheeks as his pawed hands continued to brush up and down her arms.

“I want you, my angel.”

“But do you want all of me…”

He shivered, feeling her suggestive words ringing in his own wants and needs.

“I would be afraid to test the limits of what we have done,” he whispered.

His lips found her ear, tugging, as his hands found her breasts, caressing.

And she sighed, contentedly, confidently.

“Nothing is sacred,” she whispered, lifting one leg up, back, and over his hip.

For a moment the cat elf did not respond. Then his tongue was hot against her ear.

“Everything about you is sacred, angel,” he moaned.

“If I am sacred, like a goddess or a temple,” she replied. “Then I beg of you to worship me…in all ways…”

He needed no further insinuations, no greater hints than this. With one of his hands, he began to drag the bulbous red head of his cock against her anus, pressing between the cheeks of her ass. She could feel its wetness, feel it burning there. And she moaned loudly, pushing back against him.

Like a true pilgrim, he entered her and plundered her most sacred parts. His cock slid wetly into her ass, slowly and tenderly moving deeper and deeper. Still he was not satisfied. He seemed to desire all of her, after all, as his hand moved over her leg, down her belly, to cup her throbbing puss.

What could she do but cry out?

The dark elf cried out, her voice lost against the wall of the backroom of the weapons shop, as the cat elf strove to go deeper. One of his furry fingers slid between her swollen labia, and with a carefully extended nail, he flicked over her clitoris.

She clenched her thighs around his paw, holding him there against her, feeling the danger of that nail so close to her erect bud of flesh. And he began to saw in and out of her behind, pulling out just enough to drag himself along her tunnel, but leaving the barbed head of his cat cock within.

The dark elf writhed on the bed, almost out of control as his finger moved once more and dove within her. That bold and predatory nail began to rake her insides, almost painfully, but incredibly done with care. She shook, feeling herself tighten instantly around that dangerous digit. If she came too much, she could impale herself, wounded in orgasmic ecstasy. But she did not want to stop, did not want to cease grinding back against him.

Deeper still he pressed, forcing himself into her ass until he was buried there to the hilt. The cat elf sighed deeply, the vibrating purr tingling through the dark elf’s body, shaking her like a quake, down to the bone. She could not hold back any more, regardless of the dangers. And she began to cum.

Feeling her tightening around his finger must have been his desire and the sign of the gods this praying pilgrim sought. She had begun to squeeze and orgasm around him, and he pulled that claw back in before he tore her. Yet he showed no delicacy to the tightness of her ass. thrusting in and out of her like a beast.

“You feel like lava….like someone poured lava into me and is stirring it to a boil!”

The dark elf cried out, her hands reaching back above her head and gripping his face, pulling his body against hers. He put a pawed hand on her hip and brought her closer, finding ways to bury himself deeper and deeper with every finishing thrust.

Then he was cumming inside her, the barbs of his cock dragging along the insides of her secret place, digging into the inner muscles of her ass. He did not scream, he did not roar. As his hot seed poured out inside her, he purred, his chest rumbling with the sounds of his pleasure.

At last, both released, they lay curled against each other like spoons in a draw, spent and exhausted and aching ever so sweetly.

The Dark Elf put her hand back behind her, resting it on his hip. And the cat elf lay his mighty arm across her chest. Panting to the last, they fell into desired sleep.

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