3 comments/ 41971 views/ 3 favorites Elf-Mooning Ch. 01 By: LustyGyrl "My love. My love." Marico heaved and groaned over her, panting like a pig. "You like that, don't you, wife? Tell me you like it." Laura didn't like it, but that didn't stop her from rubbing her breasts against Marico's chest and wrapping her ankles tightly around his hips, hoping to feel his penetration as deeply as possible. Marico's head dropped for a kiss, and Laura's tongue dueled frantically with his, knowing the whole time that she would not reach her goal but unable to stop herself from trying. Her hips thrust against him, again and again, while her whispered words egged him on. "Harder, Marico, faster, don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop." He laughed. "You're such an eager bitch. That's it, Laura, that's right." Marico's meaty arm wrapped low around Laura's hips, holding her body up for a series of final, deep thrusts before Marico groaned into her mouth while he spewed inside her body. Afterward, Laura lay on her side, gripping the sheets tightly with one hand, chewing on her own fist with the other. She felt worse than before they had started, but she knew that Marico was not to blame. She tried to hide her distress from him, not wanting him to try to ease her, which he couldn't hope to do. Laura knew she had a yearning, craving, wanting look on her face at all times. She had seen her family's relief when she married. They had tried for years to see her satisfied, offering luxurious foods and wines and clothes when they could find these things, hoping they would satiate the wild look in her eyes. But none of these things helped Laura. "Try this," her husband often begged her, pressing some luxury or other to her lips. Earlier today, it had been a savory peach liquor. "Surely it will tempt you." He had watched closely, hoping she would be roused enough to want more of it. Laura had sipped at the wine two or three times, knowing it would please her husband, although she could hardly remember why this should matter. The yearning in her body was a physical thing, sucking away at her, leaving nothing for this world. People often tried to tempt her with food or drink or pretty things. Anything they thought might satisfy the longing they glimpsed in her eyes. The desire in her eyes drew men to her, who couldn't resist the challenge of trying to satisfy her. But she looked through them, needing something beyond this world. Laura suspected that her husband had been drawn to the hunger in her, hoping she would learn to hunger just as intensely for him. But he quickly learned that he couldn't satisfy her, though that didn't stop him from trying. She would do whatever he asked, and never tire, but she was never content. "She's elf – mooning," people whispered when she walked by. They were right. The last time the world held any color for her was when she was a small child and she had chosen to walk into a world not meant for humans. When she was young, she had met an older boy, who had coaxed her into leaving the safety of her world. She remembered it vividly. "You're a pretty child," he had told her. He had strange ears and he had smiled at her, ideas she didn't begin to understand dancing behind his eyes. "How many winters have you lived through?" "Eight," she had replied, eyes large from his slightly sharpened teeth and the ring of yellow where there should have been white in his eyes. "A big girl, then!" he said, with nothing in his face or voice to betray the deep mockery laughing out at her from his eyes. "Come with me," said the Elven boy (for she had recognized what he was from almost the beginning.) "My name is Olan, and I wish to show you a pretty little garden with plump fruits for a child to delight in." Laura had heard of Elven foods and treasures. Once experienced, a person would long for them all the days of her life, until she withered away from yearning. Laura had not hesitated. She nodded and put her hand in the boy's, her heart pounding in anticipation. He squeezed his fingers around hers and escorted her into a glade she had visited many times, since it lay not far from her home. The barefoot boy led her forward to where the water from a small creek splashed against the rocks in a miniature waterfall. She sat silently while he stopped by the rushing water and kneeling, removed her shoes one by one. He placed her shoes by the water, and taking her hand, the two of them stepped into the water. It looked as if it were only a few inches deep. Laura had waded in this very spot many times. This time, the water sucked the two of them under, so that Laura could not breathe. When they emerged from it, they were in a different world. That was many years ago. Laura tried not to dwell on the experience, hoping that time would dull her longing to return to that world. She grew into a frail woman, so wan that her parents worried she would die of her heartsickness. She didn't. That was her one victory over the Elf. It was several months after her marriage that Laura began to dream of the Elf more intensely than she had in years. He was furious with her, because she had wed and suffered the touch of a man's hands upon her body while he was away. She told herself that these were dreams, and that she would not see Olan again in her lifetime. Marico might have been a good husband; Laura had known no other to compare him to. She didn't know very much about him, even several months into their marriage, for he was often silent and rarely spent time at home in any case. He was well respected by his peers, however, which Laura took to be a good sign. Marico did not know of her dreams. Nor could he know that she closed her eyes and imagined pale skin and sharp teeth while he worked upon her body at night. He could not know that she dreamed of yellow eyes when he parted her legs, and that her imagination was so vivid that disappointment swamped her each time her breath slowed and she opened her eyes to see his plain face, brown hair and eyes, above her. Sometimes she wondered if Olan had been a figment of her imagination. She had not seen him for many years, and it was easy to doubt the fantastic memories of her childhood. But the dreams kept coming to her, and they frightened her. Olan's eyes glowed as he strode purposefully toward her, across bridges and over mountains and through a lake, all without pausing. He strode toward her, and his eyes promised retribution for every moment of her life that she had spent thinking of anyone or anything other than him. These were dreams. Laura's yearning, vivid dreams had begun in her childhood, and she accepted that she would have them all of her life. Laura decided that the recent spate of dreams had been brought on by the change in her life, and that they would fade as she adjusted to her new situation. "Marico," she rolled over, nudging at his shoulder to wake him from his light doze. "We must not be late for supper. What would your mother say?" "She'll know why we're late." He sounded complacent. "That's what I'm afraid of," Laura replied, exasperated. "It should make her happy. She would love to have a grandchild." "Get up, Marico, and send my maid. It will take me a few minutes to get dressed." Sighing, he rolled from the bed and dressed quickly, stopping to rub her bare ass before going out the door. A little while later, Laura clasped her good ornaments around her neck and wrists and touched a bit of scent to the hollow in her throat before heading downstairs to dinner. Her mother, Suzette, gave her a disapproving look when Laura finally appeared in the drawing room. Laura kept her face still and resolute as she greeted the other woman coolly. She was embarrassed to realize they had a guest for dinner. Seth, a neighboring farmer, was an older man who lived alone. He preferred to eat with Marico and his family, and to have a prepared meal, a warm fire, and good conversation waiting for him at the end of the day. Since Laura had come to the house, Seth had another reason for wanting to eat with Marico's family. As usual, he made no secret of his admiration of Laura's pretty face and trim figure. "You must let me compliment the hostess," Seth insisted, joking. "For no one around has such black hair and flawless skin. Where else could I go to have my dinner served by a wench with a fine pair of titties and such a round, firm ass?" And he pinched Laura's ass firmly, making her spill the cream she had been about to pour. "But remember that the ass and the titties are mine alone. Any man may look, but only I might touch them any time I please," Marico replied with the same coarse humor. "Ah, so you would like to think," replied Seth. "But Laura and I know differently, don't we, love?" He winked broadly at Laura, who blushed deeply. Only she and Seth knew the truth behind his teasing words. Laura had to feel a moment of gratitude toward her mother, who reprimanded the two for exhibiting such crude behavior at the table. When supper was over, Laura lingered as long as she could in the kitchen, making sure that every dish was spotless before allowing the servants to put them away. When she emerged from the kitchen at last, Seth stood outside the door, as she'd expected. He put his large hands on her small waist and winked at her. "Work is over, my love. Time for a bit of play," he suggested, and slid one hand up to caress her large breasts. "Stop that," she commanded, trying to slap his hand away. "What are you thinking? Anyone could come in!" But her words did not hinder Seth, who had his fingers under her dress and on her pussy a moment later, even while she tried to push him away. "Come, love," said Seth. "Let us find a private place, or I shall be forced to diddle you here in the hallway, where anyone can see." "No," she insisted. She looked down at herself, bewildered at the fact that her breasts hung free of the cloth of her dress and her skirts were around her waist, with his fingers buried inside of her. How had he managed all of that within a few seconds? She pulled at his hand, but to no avail. He decided to take the decision out of her hands, since he wrapped his free hand around her waist and pulled her down the hallway into a little sewing room, which was thankfully empty. He pushed her down against the divan and stepped back, admiring her in the soft light from several half gutted candles. He must have lit them much earlier, planning this as the scene for his seduction. "Now," he said, and his eyes glowed. "Now I shall ride you hard and long as I've wanted to for many weeks." He unbuttoned his breeches to reveal a half-aroused cock, nestled in a coarse dark hair. Laura felt saliva pooling in her mouth. She licked her lips, but turned away. She didn't know if she could have dissuaded him or not. In any case, she lost the will to try when she looked up again into his eyes, which appeared to glow yellow in the candlelight. She caught her breath and froze, knowing that she had imagined Olan's features on Seth's face. The suggestion of Olan's face, superimposed over Seth's, was enough to build her desire into a thing out of her control. She stayed where she was, any further protest dying on her lips as Seth strode toward her, stroking his cock into its full length as he came. He shoved his cock against her face, rubbing it against her cheeks and mouth, then forcing it past her lips. Eyes wide, she stared at him mutely, unsure what he wanted her to do. Marico had never done such a thing to her. "Here, now, don't tell me you've been married all this time and don't know what to do with a cock between your lips?" He lifted her hand and wrapped it around his cock, showing her how to rub up and down it. She felt her tongue rubbing against him, tasting the musky flavor, but she could not continue on as he asked. She felt frozen with fear at what she was doing, although she did not have the will to stop him. She looked up at him with wide, stricken eyes, his cock still in her mouth. He laughed down at her. "We'll work on that later," he commented. "Don't worry, you'll get to love the taste of a cock in your mouth, I promise you that." Her skirts had fallen down around her legs again. He pulled himself free of her lips, and kneeling, put his hands around her hips and helped her to stand. He lifted her skirts high, then sat her down again, so that her bare ass and cunt touched the velvet seat below her. He pushed her down onto her side, then, so that he could lift her ass up a little bit in the air. He caressed her breasts, which were still exposed, before setting to work on her lower half. Laura took stock of herself. She lay on her side, with her skirts around her waist and her blouse pushed high to reveal her full, round breasts. Laura felt exposed, her nipples puckering on her large breasts even though it was warm out. Her legs were twisted over together with her rear raised slightly into the air. She felt one hand brace against her back while another gripped her hip firmly. Laura could feel him behind her, pushing something into her exposed pussy. She didn't move, but felt frozen, afraid that he would stop but unable to participate in her own debauchery by encouraging him in any way. She couldn't see what he was doing to her. She felt something much larger pressing into her now, and the hands on her hips tightened their grip. She tried to pull away then, but he held on tight and buried himself in her with a loud roar. She winced, sure that the household would come running, only to find her with another man's cock shoved inside of her. Seth didn't hesitate. He thrust himself repeatedly into her. In spite of her fear, she could feel herself swelling up around him, the friction making her flesh more and more sensitive. Her husband's face flashed before her eyes. She forced it away, and concentrated on squeezing every bit of pleasure out of the moment that she could. Marico had never ridden her in such a strange position, nor had he ever reached down to rub at the top of her pussy, where an exquisite little nub of flesh strained for release. She winced and tried to stop Seth, because she was so sensitive that the touch was almost painful. He grabbed her wrists and held them over her head while he continued to rub her with his other hand, though lighter now. She felt fire spreading outward, down her legs and up her belly. "I'm almost there," he whispered in her ear. A moment later, he pulled out of her and squirted himself all over her exposed, sensitive flesh. She felt a touch of gratitude that he had made some effort to prevent a pregnancy. Her pussy throbbed, sore, tender, and still aroused. She turned over onto her stomach, her end still raised a bit into the air. She hadn't come. She felt hands rubbing her bottom in a calming motion. She realized that she was humping the divan, rubbing herself against the soft velvet below her in an effort to finish herself off. She stopped her efforts after another moment or two, realizing that she was losing the feeling and that it would not happen at this time. She felt like screaming in frustration. Why had Seth started this if he couldn't finish it? Laura felt his fingers inside her, felt him looming above her, and knew that he was trying to help her reach her goal, but the sensation caused more pain than pleasure. She reached back and pulled insistently at his wrist. After a moment, he stopped, sliding his fingers out of her and making only one last pass over her clit before he sat up and away from her. He washed his hands and cock in a bucket of water near the door and buttoned himself back into his pants. He still looked engorged to Laura, and huge. It embarrassed her to realize that he had never removed anymore of his clothing than was absolutely essential. He came back over to her again. "Tomorrow," he said. "I'll come again then." "No," she protested into the cushions, face down. "I won't let you in." "Tomorrow," he repeated, digging a newly washed finger into her pussy for emphasis. "Never again," she vowed. He patted her still exposed quim one more time, then tossed her a hairbrush from off of a nearby table. "Use this," he said. "You'll feel better for it. We'll finish together next time." She listened mutely while he left the door. Would her husband see him coming out of their room? Her heart froze for a few moments, but when nothing happened, she felt for the hairbrush, and slowly began rubbing the handle against her clit, and into her sucking cunt. She couldn't stop herself, even though she knew that it would leave her more frustrated in the end. Later, when Laura had a chance to reflect on the experience, she realized that she felt violated, but exhilarated, too. Seth had not satisfied her, but the fucking had jerked her out of her constant lethargic state. Laura pulled her husband insistently to her that night. She made him ride her again and again, refusing to let him sleep, but she could never satisfy herself. Finally, she turned and wept into the pillow, while her husband tumbled at last into unconsciousness. That was the first time she dreamed of Olan as an adult. Before, she had dreamed of him as he had been when they were children. Now, she pictured him as a man, coming determinedly to get her. Elf-Mooning Ch. 02 Chapter 2: He Returns Olan did not arrive for several months. By this time, Laura's husband had become very suspicious of Seth, and did not invite him over to the house, nor did he let Laura leave the house without a servant or his mother accompanying her. Marico wanted to be sure that if Laura swelled with child, the child would be his. Marico could not be satiated upon Laura's body. He would ride her again and again, only to feel just as frustrated and needy minutes later. She had become an obsession. If he could have found a way to do it, he would have stayed home and fucked her into a stupor day and night. He knew his responsibilities, however, and once he was out of his home and away from her, he could at last stop thinking of her, and resist the compulsions he felt. At first, Olan waited outside of her home, lingering in the trees or bushes, watching through a window as she spread her legs wide for Marico in the morning. She saw him, through the windows, half a glimpse here and there. She swayed between fear that she was seeing things and a wild elation. The second day, after a long family supper, she went up to her bedroom to find Marico deeply asleep and Olan perched on the bed next to him, waving his hands in front of Marico's face. Being confronted with him so unexpectedly shocked Laura. He was tall and slender, but somehow had a more imposing presence than her tall, beefy husband. His hair was white and hung past his shoulders, but there was nothing effeminate in the hard lines of his angular face. His eyes blazed at her when she walked into the room, and she wondered how long he had sat their anticipating her return. "What have you done to him?" Laura hissed. "Did you kill him?" "Would it bother you if I had?" replied Olan. "It is no less than he deserved, for poaching on what was mine." It took Laura a moment to grasp his meaning. "Do you mean me? It's been years since I last saw you," she pointed out. "Did you expect me to wait?" "Until the end of time, if need be," he replied. Suddenly he was looming over her, anger in his eyes. Laura froze. "No one should touch your ripe flesh without my permission. Every inch of your body is mine to play with, and I will take it now, as I should have years ago." He reached between her legs, rubbing the cloth of her skirts against her. After half a moment, her head fell back. She gripped his shoulder to help herself stand and felt her hips swaying in rhythm with his fingers, trying to attain the release she had been denied for so long. It took her a minute to try to pull away. She knew that he was strong; although not bulky, she could see the lines of the muscles in his arms, and she remembered that even as a child he had more strengths than many adults she knew. So she waited, relaxing in his grip, before pulling away as abruptly and sharply as she could. There was a loud ripping sound, and Olan looked surprised to find a swath of cloth but no Laura in his grip. He leaned back against the wall as she backed away from him, keeping him in view at all times. She reached behind her for the edge of the window, feeling frantically for it, wondering if she could break it and if it would do any good anyway, since they were on the third floor of the house. She never considered screaming. Later, she would wonder why she hadn't brought the whole house down on them when she had the chance. Instead, she reached the window and swung it open behind her, watching Olan watching her. She pushed the window harder than necessary, and for an eerie moment felt as if she were going to tumble out of it. At the same moment, a hard hand grabbed her wrist and hauled her forward. Laura never saw Olan move, but he crossed the large room in an instant and hauled her back inside, only to press her against the wall next to the window and pin her with just one long finger, which inserted slowly into her body, watching the expressions shift on her face all the while. He pulled away from her, and she moaned at the loss, snapping her eyes open. "It will not be as easy as that," he insisted. "I have had to wait for far too long. My needs come first, my dear." Olan reached up and used his sharp nails to shred her dress into little tatters that fluttered easily to the floor. It took only the blink of an eye for her to be standing nude before him, flinching from the pain. His nails had never broken her skin, but they had raised a hundred tiny welts on her flesh, all at once. It increased the sensitivity of her skin. She covered her breasts with her hands, but Olan jerked them away. He pushed her shoulders hard so that she fell back on the bed next to her husband. Laura was relieved to see that Marico was still breathing. Olan spread her legs wide, one tossed over Marico, the other over the side of the bed. He spoke a few words and a soft light came from his hand, which he moved in between her legs so that he could examine her tender pussy in detail. He reached out one finger, with a sharp, talon like nail at the end, and she braced herself for the pain, though she dared not move. He did not cut her, however, but pressed the pad of his finger softly against her throbbing clitoris. He moved it up and down several times. When he stopped, Laura could feel the beads of sweat trailing down the sides of her breasts, and she could hear her own breath coming in gasps. He lifted his finger away from her. A moment later, his magnificent cock was bobbing in front of her. She reached out to touch it before she realized what she was doing. She caressed it gently. Suddenly, Laura had an idea about how she could begin to appease Olan for the months she had spent fucking other men. She wrapped her fingers around the head of his cock and drew him forward until she could reach him with her lips. Once there, she licked the slit in the head of his cock, then took the entire length of him deep into her throat at once. She felt impaled, overcome, but she forced her head to keep bobbing frantically over the heavy cock while her tongue swirled frantically around him. He let her continue for several minutes, before finally jerking her head back and pushing her down against the blankets. "I've waited too long to fuck this pretty pussy," he panted. "We were too young when we met, but I watched you grow. I saw your legs lengthen and your breasts soften and plump out from your body. I should have taken you then, but I knew that your people still considered you a child." He laughed. "I'll wager that you didn't know that I watched you, that I snuck into your room at night and squeezed the juice from elven fruits onto your lips so that you would not die from your elf-mooning." He placed himself between her widespread legs and shoved his entire, heavy length inside of her. "I needed you to live, so that one day I could come back to you and ride your body for days on end. I dreamed of being the first to pierce your little cunt, but your hot little body wouldn't wait, would it? You probably spread your legs wide the first chance that you can. Did you beg Marico to fuck you, to stop the longing that you felt?" Laura would have been embarrassed if she weren't on fire from the way Olan made her feel. Yes, she had been hot and needy and willing to be fucked by just about anyone. How else could Seth have so easily seduced her? "You made me this way," she hissed. "You turned me into a mass of need, and then left me alone, aching. Yes, I fucked anyone I could because you weren't there!" Her words were an accusation. He stopped her speech by shoving two fingers in her mouth. "Lick them," he commanded. "Pretend it's another cock and that you have two of them in your body at once." She obeyed as well as she could, bobbing her head up and down on his fingers at the same time that her hips writhed around the hot stick embedded inside her. "You like that," he whispered. "You love to pretend there are two men fucking you at once. Who are you imagining with you? Marico? That old man who comes by for a taste of your pussy whenever he can?" Laura could not stop her loud moans at the images that played in her mind in response to his words. She prayed that her mother would believe she was with Marico, and leave her alone. Olan rode her hard, thrusting in and out. With each thrust, her flesh became more tender until she was sure that she must come at any moment, but she didn't. All the while, he muttered above her, "This is mine, you bitch, mine. You are mine to fuck any time I like and I'll fuck you as often as I like. That's it, bitch, moan for me, beg me, fuck me." He jerked out of her long enough to slap her clitoris a few times, and each blow drove the heat higher and hotter through her body. But she didn't come. He put himself back into her body as she whimpered and writhed beneath him. "That's right, my dear. You think I left you wanting before? I'll make you my slave now. I'll pitch your body into such a state of lust that you'll do anything I ask, because you'll know that in the end, I'm the only one who can help you." He pulled her hands over her head, holding the wrists tightly together. "But never fear, my dear. No matter how angry I am with you, I'll always take care of you in the end. You're my woman, and I take care of what is mine." With that, he began a fast rocking motion in her body that sent him balls deep again and again. Each time he thrust into her, he rubbed against her clit. She felt herself climb higher and higher until at last she peaked, and raced back toward the earth in a fiery ball. Her body was racked with tight, excruciating shudders all the way down to her fingers and toes. When she was still at last, she opened her eyes, to find Olan watching her closely. "Yes." He said it savagely, intensely. "I think you'll do as I ask. Because I'll care for all of your needs. Remember, Laura, you are mine. You are to let no one else touch you unless I command it. Do you hear me?" He pulled her head back, gripping her hair tightly. "Who do you belong to?" "You," she agreed. "Always you. You should know that. Just don't leave me again," she whispered. "Stay with me this time." He lay next to her on the opposite side as Marico and petted her hair over and over, soothingly, possessively, until she went to sleep. He was gone when she woke up the next day. Elf-Mooning Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Wants all three Marico woke in a daze the next morning. He gripped his head all morning and wouldn't get out of bed until past noon. Laura was left to tend him as well as she could. He claimed to remember nothing of what had brought him low. "I must have had too much to drink last night, but I'll swear I don't remember it at all," he complained to Laura when he was feeling a little bit better. She made sympathetic noises and brought him a weak broth while he lay recovering in his bed. His mother looked at her suspiciously as she carried dishes to and from their bedroom, as if she thought that Laura was responsible from something terrible happening to her son. Laura wondered if her mother was right. Laura wondered if she meant anything to Olan. Had he really wanted her for all these years, or did he have many human women that he visited in turn? If he wanted her so badly, would he have left her? Laura didn't know if she wanted Olan to return or not. When he had been there, everything had seemed so obvious. Of course, she belonged with him. But now she was assailed with doubts. Perhaps he used some kind of Elven magic to convince all the women he met that they belonged with him. She pictured him climbing into women's windows all over the countryside, seducing them while their husbands looked helplessly on. She had no doubt that he could do that if he wanted to. So what made her believe that she could trust him? She knew nothing about him, other than that he had almost killed her when she was a child. Every story she had heard of someone visiting the Elven world and eating Elven foods ended in death. That she survived at all had been a miracle, and well she knew that the experience had left its mark on her. No more, she decided. Olan had done nothing but hurt her and coax her into adultery. She had enjoyed the experience last night. She wouldn't lie to herself about that. She could even be a bit grateful for it, because she knew it had roused her from the lethargic state she had floated in for years. For years, she had longed and longed for Olan and the Elven world the same way that an opium addict longs for her drug. She had allowed her addiction to consume her, but no more. She would take charge of her life again. Laura thought of Marico, who had remained a faithful, tender husband despite his suspicions about Seth. True, Marico had done what he could to end that liaison, but he did not seem to hold it against Laura. Laura had been a miserable wife to him, but she knew that she could do better, and that she could take more of an interest in their life together. She would do so. Only . . . Olan might remain an obstacle. Laura didn't know if he would return or not. If he did, well, then, if he did, Laura would show him that she was not controlled by the desires he awakened in her. Laura dressed well for dinner that night, rejecting the plain dress laid out on her bed by her maid and choosing instead one of her nicer evening gowns. She had her maid put her hair up in an elaborate twist, then put some diamonds in her ears and around her throat. She was surprised to see that Seth had been invited for dinner, and Laura wondered who invited him. She wouldn't put it past her mother to try to cause trouble in her son's marriage. Laura thought Suzette's jealousy of her unnatural. Her mother-in-law could not hide her surprise at Laura's lively appearance. "You look lovely, my daughter," she said sweetly. "I can't remember when I last saw you look so well. If you were an unmarried girl, I would think you had found some young beau to turn your head." Laura blushed, because Suzette had hit a little too close to the mark. Seth also watched her closely, inquiringly. Laura refused to meet his gaze, or to be drawn into conversation throughout the meal. "Marico's sickness has shown me that I must be strong for both of us." Laura left the hostile table to check on her husband. She was not surprised when Seth caught up with her in the darkest part of the hallway. He grabbed her arm to stop her, looking around him as if confused by the lack of dark corners to pull her into. "Seth," said Laura. "I must check on my husband. I cannot stop to dally with you now." There was a new purpose and color in her voice which caused Seth to stop and look at her as if for the first time. She met his gaze steadily, hoping that her determination could be read in her eyes. Seth's hand came up to cup her breast softly. "Laura, my love, it's been so long since I have seen you. Surely you won't turn me away now." His fingers glided enticingly along her body, persuading as they went. Laura felt her insides melting wickedly, but kept her earlier resolve to make her marriage work at the front of her mind. She put her hand over Seth's and drew him away from her body. She started to form some gentle rebuff in her mind, but found herself saying something else entirely instead. "Come to my room later, Seth," she whispered directly into his ear. "Wait outside until you see that all the lights in the house are off, and then come through the servant's entrance up to my dressing room and wait for me there. My legs will spread for you then." She couldn't believe the words flowing from her lips. Although she had allowed this man to fuck her time and again, she had never initiated the contact. He had always been the pursuer, the one who pushed past her feeble resistance to take what he wanted. She had no intention of being faithless with him again, but she felt herself pressing Seth's hand under the skirts that she had just rucked up around her waist and into the soft, wet warmth of her cunt. She and Seth both gasped softly at the same moment, wrapping a sense of intimacy around the two of them. "I knew it," he murmured in her ear huskily, triumphantly. "I knew that you wanted me. You've gone without me for too long, and now your desires are coming out." His fingers rubbed enticingly over her for a few long, drawn out moments before he withdrew his hand. "Later, then, my love. We'll make up for all the time we've lost, I promise you that." With those words ringing in her ear, Laura allowed him to remove his fingers from her tight flesh and hurried on to her room. She felt the blood in her cheeks. She stopped outside of her bedroom door, breathing carefully in and out, waiting for the flush to leave her body before going in to see her husband. Inside the room, she found Marico still in bed, looking at her warily as she approached. "Who were you talking to?" he asked. Laura flushed. "No one," she replied. "I heard a man's voice. Don't lie to me," he demanded softly. "Who was out there?" "Seth came by for supper." Laura flushed, knowing her husband's well-founded suspicions about Seth. "Suzette must have invited him. I didn't know he would be here." She looked up at him pleadingly, her eyes half lowered in what she knew must look like guilt. But she couldn't help it, with her scandalous words and actions so fresh on her mind. Marico had been so understanding and patient with her faults. It pained her that she had failed him again. "There was no reason for him to be in the private part of our house." "He wanted to inquire about your health privately. He feared that I would not be forthcoming in front of your mother." The explanation sounded weak to Laura's ears. "I know what that old lecher wanted." Marico came out of the bed and toward her. Laura realized that he must be feeling much better than she had realized. "Did he get what he wanted?" Marico asked, pressing his face into her neck. "Did you spread your legs for him in the hallway?" "Of course not," Laura protested, blushing, knowing that her legs had been open for Seth, though not exactly in the way Marico meant. "You are my husband, Marico." Laura pulled Marico's face up towards her own so that she could look him directly in the eye. "I never forget that." She kissed him. He returned the kiss passionately enough that Laura soon realized that Marico expected to resume marital relations right away. Laura had thought he would be too weak for that for some time to come. "My love," whispered Marico, nipping tenderly down her throat. "I hope you don't think I am overly jealous or suspicious. But I'm afraid I must find out for myself." Laura wasn't sure what he meant, though she quickly found out. Marico danced her back toward the bed, where he arranged her body so that she lay on her back with her pelvis at the edge of the bed and her legs reaching down to the floor. Marico drew her skirts up over her waist, so that they flounced in her face. She felt smothered by them for a moment, before she held the springy hoop down with her arms and saw what her husband was doing. He had brought an oil lamp over to the bed, and now he held it high up between her thighs. "Careful, my love," she asked him for a touch of mercy. "You'll burn my thighs." "I'll be careful," Marico promised. With his free hand, he felt all around her thighs and stomach around her cunt. "Nothing here," he muttered. Then he reached inside her body and scooped out all the moisture he could find. He held it close to the lamplight to inspect it, then brought it to his nose to sniff, and finally to his mouth to taste. "I know your smell and taste, Laura, and although your cunt drips with your arousal, I can find no semen mixed with it. So you did not take him into this part of your body yet this night. I would have tasted it on your lips if his cock had been there, so that leaves only one place that I haven't investigated." Laura couldn't imagine what he meant until he shifted her legs up onto his shoulder and pushed them toward her head, raising her ass high in the air. Gasping with shock, Laura felt him reach in to softly explore all around her butt cheeks and her puckered anus. Finally, he inserted two fingers deep into the hole of her ass, then drew them out to repeat his earlier inspection, first looking, then smelling, then tasting the waste of her body on his fingers. Laura had never imagined that people would involve that part of the body in sexual play, and her shock must have been plain on her face, for Marico threw his head back and laughed at her. He seemed much lighter of mood now that she had passed his inspection. He had never done such a thing to her before, but he supposed he had grown more cautious since his suspicion of Seth had increased. Perhaps he had noticed Seth's leavings on her before. Laura hadn't realized that he was watching her so closely for signs of adultery. Now he smiled at her, commenting crudely, "Well, he hasn't had you yet tonight, and if he's planning on having you later, he'll be disappointed, for I have no intention of letting you rest tonight after so many nights apart." Laura bowed her head in acquiescence. She suddenly realized that this is what she had planned all along. She had put Seth off because she knew that it was the only way that she could stop him. When he returned, she wouldn't go to meet him, and he couldn't come to her because she would be with her husband, in their bedroom. If Seth were caught on the way in, or lurking in her dressing room, even better. She could claim innocence, and her husband would believe her. After all, if she had been going to meet a lover, would she have undressed and got into bed with her husband? Would she have initiated bedplay with her husband if she were trying to sneak outside? Laura smiled to herself and did just that. Elf-Mooning Ch. 04 Chapter 4: Group play Laura took Marico's face in hands and kissed him softly, mindful of his recent illness. He returned the favor eagerly, wonder on his face. Laura never initiated this sort of things, and Laura felt guilty at the knowledge that she only did so now to prove herself free from fickle Olan and his demands. Laura was determined to make a success of her life, not spend it pining away for something she couldn't have. She had made vows to Marico, and her first step in fixing her life was fixing her marriage. Despite his weakness, Marico quickly became amorous. He slid his hand down the back of Laura's dress, curving against her shoulder as he went. His fingers began busily unfastening her hooks, determined to take advantage of the moment as quickly as possible. Laura turned around in his arms to give him easier access. Soon enough, the back of her dress gaped open enough that the dress began to fall forward on her arms. Before he allowed it to do so, Marico made her stay still while he began a thorough investigation of her soft skin. He kissed each inch of the soft skin of her neck and shoulders as if he worshipped them. By the time he began moving slowly down her spine, she was in an agony of anticipation. He didn't pause when he reached her midriff, though his hands reached in under the sides of her dress to circle her soft stomach, then rise up to cup her breasts under the heavy cloth. She moaned as he pushed the rest of the material all the way off her arms, and her dress fell to her waist. Laura moved to push the heavy dress down her hips, but Marico stopped her again. "There's something unbearably erotic about a woman half-dressed," he explained as if apologizing, holding her arms spread away from her all the while so that he could look his fill. "Knowing that hidden hardly away at all is everything I want to get my hands on makes me as hard as a poker," he went on. Laura thought she heard a sound coming from the dressing room, but Marico acted as if he hadn't noticed. Laura smiled, wondering if Seth was in her dressing room, waiting for her. How long would it be before he became impatient and came to the door of the bedroom, to see if her could hear whether Laura was in there? She moaned loudly as Marico slipped his fingers along her slippery self, hoping to draw Seth sooner. She turned her half naked body toward the dressing room door, so that if anyone peeked through, they would see all of her, open and exposed. She hiked her skirts higher around her waist and spread her legs wide, head back on Marico's chest as wrapped himself around her from behind. Creak! There could be no mistaking it this time. Someone had edged the door apart, just a bit. Laura put her hand behind her and began caressing Mario through his pants, determined to distract him if he became suspicious. Laura wondered at herself. She had never behaved this way before. She tried to justify her actions to herself; after all, she didn't know that Seth really stood on the other side of the door, and if he did, it was his choice, not hers. She was pleasing her husband, as she should do, that was all. But these excuses were shallow. The truth was that she burned as she could hardly remember burning ever in her life, and she didn't want to stop it. But she could never have expected what happened next. She pushed Marico down on the bed below her, and she unbuttoned his pants and put her mouth to his cock. He tried to stop her at first, but the pressure of his hands on her head quickly went in the other direction, as he began pushing her face down hard on his groin, so that she gagged on him. "Where did you learn that, slut? Did you do this to Seth? Or have you fucked a hundred other men since him?" The whole while he spoke, he continued to encourage her with his hands, and the tone of his voice wasn't bitter. He sounded pleased. Laura didn't pause in her efforts. She relaxed her throat as much as she could and soon took him all the way into her mouth without any help from him. Her groans told her how appreciative he was. She smiled and laughed around his cock, thinking of ways she could get him to show his appreciation later. The door creaked open farther. Laura swerved her eyes around toward it without changing her position on the bed. There could be no mistaking it. There was a figure in the doorway, and he was coming into the room now. Laura thought about screaming, about rousing the whole household and having them come charging into the room to find her there with her legs spread wide and uncovered, eating her husband with everything she had in her. She groaned in pleasure at the idea, picturing the brawny male servants standing over her and leering. She made no sound, however, no indication that she had noticed the intrusion as the figure approached softly from behind. What was he thinking, she wondered. She began to work harder at her task.