Quiet Theft
Setting: Fantasy: Istet.Ships: Elfyrin / Unnamed Elven Woman.
Characters: Elfyrin (is elf).
Setting: Fantasy: Istet.Ships: Elfyrin / Unnamed Elven Woman.
Characters: Elfyrin (is elf).
Elfyrin stared down at the sleeping elf, nestled among blankets and furs. They were curled up with one hand as an additional pillow, their arm pressing to the left side of their lips, their other hand lightly balled up on their other cheek. Their lips were parted in a slight pout, their breaths deep and slow.
It hadn't been Elfyin's intention to invade the home while the other elf was home. She would always watch so that nobody was home when she broke into homes, so that she wouldn't be seen or heard as easily. But there must have been another entrance into the home, or the sleeping elf was well-off enough to have a teleportation gate somewhere. Elfyrin hadn't seen any on her way through the house so far, but perhaps it was hidden, or simply within a room she hadn't found yet. Either way, the moment she had realized that the house wasn't as empty as she had expected, she had frozen up, almost too shocked to even breathe. She thought she had been careful, that she had prepared adequately.
But there the elf was, sleeping soundly in their bed. And while Elfyrin didn't know how to react to that discovery, she felt a strange excitement. She didn't know why, but the stirring in her belly was different from the queasiness of nervosity.
Elves generally had keen senses, and that was one reason why Elfyrin would usually stick to breaking into homes that nobody was in. It was, after all, virtually impossible to remain entirely silent when breaking and entering a home you didn't know and had no business actually being in, even if you were experienced in it. So because of those keen senses, it was strange that this elf hadn't woken up yet. That they hadn't heard the lockpicks fiddling in the lock to the door, or the creaking of floorboards, the clatter, however soft, of porcelain as Elfyrin took a breather and a cup of honeyed tea.
The reason Elfyrin broke into other people's homes was not about money, nor about taking things. It was about testing herself, of passing the sleepless nights, of proving to herself that she could pass unnoticed, even if she took a slice of cake from the larder or a piss in the sink. There was a strange freedom to being a criminal, of doing whatever you like in another person's controlled space, without being discovered.
Finding another person inside one of these supposedly empty homes ought to impede on that sense of freedom, however, Elfyrin felt herself drawn closer, rather than making herself scarce. Her breathing shallow and slow, she crept closer on soft-soled leather shoes. Moonlight filtered in through a window, but it was too far down along the wall to wash the person's face in it. Their features were mostly obscured in the darkness, only the bulk in the blanket where their feet must be visible more clearly. It was much easier to tell what animal the pelt came from, than it is the person's face. Vaguely, Elfyrin could see a slight sharpness to the person's cheek in an otherwise round face. The hair iwa dark, seeming black in the night; if Elfyrin hadn't seen the person leave their home while staking it out earlier, she wouldn't have known that it was brown, almost red in the daylight. The hair was fairly short, curling against the person's skin. Drawing a breath, Elfyrin reached out, unable to stop herself. The texture of the hair was soft.
It truly was irresistible to touch, and Elfyrin found her hand carding through the soft locks gently. The stranger didn't stir, which was strange in a most pleasant kind of way. Their cheeks were flushed, and perhaps the reason for their continued slumber was alcohol. Elfyrin put more attention to her touches, allowing them to trace along the pointed ear visible through the hair, the shoulder that poked up, and ran a hand along the arm on top of the blankets. Still, the other elf didn't stir, which both filled Elfyrin with confusion, and with emboldenment. She carefully started to pull at the blankets, carefully peeling them from the other elf’s body.
Breasts were revealed as softly rising mounds on the sleeping elfs chest. Then a slight chub to their stomach, and finally, a cunt crowned by a wisp of dark hair. That hair was coarse to the touch, unlike that on top of their head. Their breasts were the perfect size to cup in her hands, and the cunt tasted sweet when Elfyrin dared to put her mouth to it. Elfyrin, with hands on the stranger's shoulders, shifted them to lay further on their back, and spread their legs to allow her space between their thick thighs. She settled in, her ears focused on any change in the other elf’s breathing, her hands and mouth focused on touching and tasting.
It was when Elfyrin's third slow full lick brushed against the folds that the sleeping elf first made a sound of acknowledgement. Elfyrin froze where she was kneeling between their legs, the hands still cupping the breasts stopping as her tongue, still sticking out of her mouth, did.
The other elf had let out a quiet whimper, which was what caught Elfyrin's attention. It lasted for a few brief moments, before fading into quiet breaths of deep sleep once more. Elfyrin watched and waited, until she felt safe enough to once more return to drawing her tongue over the person's cunt and stroking their nipples with her fingers. A few strokes with her tongue later, the elf whimpered again; Elfyrin let the stroke run all the way up, before she stilled it again. One of the nipples received attention for a moment longer. She waited to see the elf’s reaction. There was a soft whine coming from them, as though they missed the touches. Elfyrin slowly returned to her ministrations, while listening to see if the volume or type of sounds would change. When they didn't, she picked her touches properly back up.
When she first slid her tongue against the clit, which had started to swell in arousal, there was a sharper whine, which stilled her until she was certain it was simply done in reflex, and she focused her attention on the clit, licking and sucking. Soon, she tasted wetness in her mouth, and she knew that the sleeping elf had squirted. She swallowed, shifted her body up, and finally acknowledged the heat and hardness that had been growing in the pit of her stomach. Her cock bounced, flicking drops of precum as she freed it from the confines of her trousers.
For a few moments, Elfyrin hesitated. This was something she had never done before. Both taking another person in their sleep while they were completely unaware, and taking a real person at all. She had tasted her girlfriend in the past, but they were still waiting for marriage to have penetrative intercourse.
But at that point, Elfyrin found it impossible to resist, and the sounds of loss that the other elf was making didn't help, either. Her cock pulsed, and with it steering her decision-making, Elfyrin positioned her head against the warm entrance. It twitched against Elfyrin's glans.
It was easy to slip the head inside, even with just the preparation of a tongue. Elfyrin could acknowledge that her cock wasn't very big, but she never minded, and she minded it even less now that she could finally slide it into a cunt. It didn't matter that it was a stranger's cunt, or that said stranger had no actual awareness of what was happening. All that mattered was the warmth that enveloped Elfyrin's cock in that moment. The cunt hugged her gently as she slid deeper inside, slowly, slowly, and Elfyrin gasped at the sensation. It was wonderful. She had never experienced anything like it. A mouth simply wasn't comparable to a cunt, she realized, as she slid even deeper without stopping.
Before she knew it, Elfyrin felt her pelvis flush against the other elf's. She had been so caught up in the sensation of her cock being hugged, of the cunt twitching around it, that she never noticed that she was slipping inside with one single motion. For a moment, she panicked, but not because she was regretting what she was doing. No, she simply realized that she had been so focused on the sensation of her cock tasting cunt for the first time in her whole life, that she had forgotten to pay attention to the elf she was penetrating.
Frozen still, Elfyrin's gaze darted up to the other elf's face. She relaxed in relief as she realized that the face was still slack, and that the chest was still slowly rising and sinking in the deep breathing of a sleeping person. How that was even possible, Elfyrin didn't know, but it apparently was, and that was all that mattered. Her gaze on the elf's face, her ears perked and her wrists brushing against the mounds of the stranger's breasts as her hands were placed between their torso and arms, Elfyrin allowed herself to move.
The sensation really was amazing. A cunt, warm, wet, clenching and relaxing around her just was the most perfect thing in the world. Elfyrin started to slowly move, careful to not jostle the sleeping person into wakefulness. It was so hard to not start rutting hard and fast into them, but she couldn't allow that. Even such a heavily asleep person would notice a desperate fucking as that would be.
The sleeping elf was whimpering still, letting out a little moan each time Elfyrin was at a particular position. Intrigued, she started to move back and forth at that depth, drawing more and more gasps and moans. She felt how it made the elf tense beneath her, and saw it in their body. It had to be that one particular spot that felt particularly good. Elfyrin smiled to herself, amused. She decided to let the elf wait, to not feel the rise of pleasure that rubbing against that spot seemed to give them. Elfyrin wanted her own pleasure before that, so she sank back in, as deep as she could. She pressed against the other elf's clenching walls, and basked in the whine of loss that her focused attention shifting drew from the other elf.
It was quick, after that. It was a combination of the longing squeezes of the cunt enveloping her, and her own inexperience that caused it. Elfyrin felt the heat in her body crest, and she had to bite back a startled cry that wanted to pour out of her at the sudden explosion. Her balls contracted, a blinding redness flashing in front of her vision in the darkness. Her body shivered and for a few brief seconds she forgot everything about caution in her movements, as she thrust deep and sharp into the sleeping elf. It was a wonder that, when she came to her senses, the other elf hadn't woken up. Elfyrin gasped, and pulled herself back. A chill hit her soaked cock, and her whimper of discomfort that followed that hit of absolute bliss mixed with the yearning whimper of the other elf.
There was no shame after that, as Elfyrin gathered her wits about her. There was the unpleasant sensation of her wet cock drying in the cool night air, but the shivers running through her were the most pleasant aftershocks of an orgasm that she had ever felt. And still, the other elf slept.
Elfyrin noticed the drip of cum bubbling at the cunt, and after tucking herself back into her trousers to protect her cock from the cold, she leaned forward to lick it up. Her cum was bitter and slimy, but it was necessary to lick up as much of it as she was able. A whole load of cum would make the other elf aware that somebody had been there in the night. They whimpered, as Elfyrin plunged her tongue back into the sweet warmth; as she sucked and licked up as much as she was able, the elf shivered in need. Elfyrin let them stay on the edge, as she drew the blankets back up over the sleeping elf. Her cock already was starting to ache for another round, but she managed to barely resist. Elfyrin did, however, decide that she had to pay this person another visit soon. She would have to keep her eyes out for this one taking a drink.