Chapter 66: Marking Ivy

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Ivy was every bit as beautiful as any woman I’d ever seen in my life, and few girls in Tater Town could claim as much of my debt as she did. Ivy scouted, defended, hunted, and kept the fields watered every single day. If it were a question of earning her place, she’d done it several times over.

But it wasn’t about that—I needed her. She was an amazing woman, and I’d be lost without her, not just for her contributions around the Sanctuary, but for her friendship, her guidance, her counsel, and her affection. Ivy was an amazing woman, and I was just lucky to have her in my life.

So if she wanted to be marked, then I was ready to do it—fully healed or not, it didn’t matter. Fuck, I’d put my life on the line if that’s what it took to make her happy, no damn question about it.

She used both of her hands to rip my head away from her breast—which I took some issue with, but once she crammed her tongue down my throat and I saw her designs for what they were, all semblance of complaint perished forevermore.

Ivy’s lips tasted minty fresh, her tongue cool as she’d harshly sucked in air once I’d started sucking on her tiny nipples. I felt her lips drive against mine, moist and soft as a peeled cherry and just as sweet.

I withdrew my hands from her hips and cupped her face between them as she started rocking her ass against my lap. My cock was awakened by the persistent, hypnotic roll of her hips, but I was hardly conscious of that fact. My whole world at that moment was the texture and taste of her wood elven tongue.

“Be gentle,” she moaned. “My holes aren’t as big as some of the other girls.”

“You always know just what to say,” I growled through clenched teeth. I nipped at her nose and threw her back onto the mattress. She let out a high gasp of surprise and arousal as she hit the sheets and the  mattress molded itself to her petite figure.

I stared down at her like that for a few seconds, just gawking, my hand idly tracing the outline of her body as she narrowed her eyes and blushed under my fire-hot gaze.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m sorry,” I said, staring. “I just need a minute to appreciate you.”

With that, she lost her patience, reaching up and grabbing me by the neck. She pulled me down, and our kisses were renewed, but this time our hands competed to be the first to remove our lower garments. I battled with my own underwear as she quickly shed the leaves that covered her loins. Together, we were naked at last.

It’s incredible how quickly things change when both parties are naked. My cock found her little elven pussy as though it were on autopilot. It teased the outside of her lips as she chewed on my lower lip, moaning and whimpering with anticipation.

I decided to tease her a bit. I let my cock linger atop her mons pubis for just a bit longer than she could bear—and she finally took matters into her own hands. Literally. She reached down and grabbed me by the girth, and with a buck of her own hips and the guidance of her grip, my cock made its way inside her pussy.

It went in easily despite the initial tightness. She was just so wet that it didn’t even matter how tiny her cunt was—it was almost a magnetic pull to my dick. The slick, hot, velvety confines of her womanhood were such a tight fit that I silently noted that if she were any smaller we may very well have been at an impasse.

I started moving my hips, slowly, deliberately, letting my body rock harmoniously against hers. Her eyes went heavy-lidded, fluttering occasionally in the battle to stay open. She stared up into my eyes, her brow furrowed at the agonizing pleasure that I was subjecting her to. Her lips were parted, fixed in a permanent ‘o’ as she whined and groaned and moaned with every collision of our hips.

I burrowed my cock ever deeper with each thrust, watching as her tummy bulged slightly with each movement. She saw what I saw, watching with rapt fascination as my cock’s each impression was visible in her belly. She touched her own stomach, feeling it distend with my pushing, then looked back up at me with eyes that struggled to remain focused.

“Bucky,” she groaned. It’s all she could say. Just my name. She moaned it out, grating it through her teeth several more times as I plunged into her heated depths.

Again and again I rocked myself inside her, feeling her squirm and writhe beneath me, reveling in her own bliss. Her eyes crossed in odd directions as she succumbed to the pleasure. She stopped moaning, but her face didn’t change. If anything, her mouth opened even wider, and her breaths became audible, ragged sounds.

The smell of her—fuck, it was exquisite. The scent of her sweat was like the bud of a flower with a little added zest. A healthy sheen of gloss had appeared on both of our bodies as she lay beneath me and whimpered with each stroke. Quite a bit of sweat had collected on her neck, and as I looked down at her, I couldn’t fucking help myself—I leaned in and I licked it right off of her, causing her to gasp in surprise and wrap her arms around my neck attempting to keep me pressed against her.

I stayed in that position, licking and nipping at her throat as I fucked the bejeezus out of her silky elven cunt. Every single movement was heaven.

“You are so incredible,” I said, whispering it in her ear like it was a well-guarded secret.

“Bucky,” she whispered back. Again, it was the best she could do. My name, mixed with a few droning whines of pleasure, was all she could put together.

In and out, in and out, my cock pursued its own rhythm inside her weepy channel, and I felt my first orgasm coming along. I knew that I had to be willing to let these go when they came, as the goal was to blast three loads inside her in one go.

When I felt her pussy gushing all over the sheets as she came all over my cock, I took it as permission to unleash my own load. With several pulsing ejaculations, I filled her sweet girl-box full of my man-honey until it was dripping from her entrance.

With a sigh, I pulled out. “One down, two to—”

I wasn’t able to finish the sentiment because Ivy had plunged her tongue into my throat so aggressively that I almost choked. Still, it was a welcome break, giving me the time I needed to grow hard again.

When I felt her hand pumping my dick, I knew she was signaling her readiness to move on.

“Mouth next,” she said.

I nodded. I lay back on the sheets and let her come to me. We basically traded positions, her on top, and me on bottom, but her mouth was the pussy now—if that makes sense.

Ivy groaned euphorically as she licked my tip, taking in the scent and flavor of her own sweet cum all over my dick. She kept eye contact with me as I moved a pillow beneath my neck so I could watch her work. I reached toward her and pushed her red hair out of her face so I could get a better look at her, and I wasn’t disappointed with what I saw. She was gorgeous—even in the submissive act of sucking me off, she was an awe-inspiring beauty, and I unironically think my heart was swelling even bigger than my cock as she began to take my cockhead into her mouth and slide her lips down my shaft.

Her tongue flicked the underside of my prick as her lips stroked me off, up and down, taking on a repetitive series of motions that were meant to set the stage for even greater things to come. So far so good, I figured.

With the blowjob, there was no expectation to make her cum, so I was free to just enjoy the spectacle and service and blow my load as fast and brutally as I wanted to. It was quite freeing.

Watching her work was intoxicating in and of itself. The intensity of her stare never left me as she slowly took on more and more of me with each bob of her head. Soon she was nearing the base, and I could see my cock going down her throat with each give and take, swelling her narrow neck. She had clearly been working up to this. This was a much more skillful display than I had expected.

“You’re beautiful,” I said as she throated me again and again.

She grunted, her words muffled on my cock. It didn’t matter. I was in heaven, and no one could take this away.

Rather than dry up, more and more drool spilled from her lips as she swallowed me with religious reverence for her craft. I let out a groan of appreciation, and she echoed one right back.

I reached down and squeezed her breast, pinching a cute green nipple in my fingers to drive her into an even wilder frenzy. It worked. She mewled like a feral cat and dared me down to the base, taking all of my cock inside her mouth and holding it there for effect. With that, I felt a fluttering in my groin as I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

“I’m gonna take the reins,” I grunted, and she nodded her agreement to the terms.

I grabbed her head on both sides and throat-fucked her, her taking it like a total pro. Some snot and tears leaked from her face, but she let out not a single sound of complaint, other than gluck-gluck, as I ravaged her face, feeling her lips and tongue constantly rubbing along my shaft, urging me nearer to completion.

With a sigh and a groan, I came in her mouth, directly down her throat, and she squealed as though in complaint for a moment, but didn’t tap my thighs or anything or try to break free. Instead, she just took the entire load into her gullet, gulping it all down.

When I pulled my cock out her mouth, she tossed me a slightly irritated look, but, all the same, licked every bit of cream that she could get at off my shaft.

“One more hole to go,” I said. “Are you up for it?”

“We’ve come this far,” she shrugged. “Fuck my ass, Bucky.”

I tossed her the pillow and she spun around and presented her peach of a rump to me. It was as green and gorgeous as the rest of her, the only contrasting color being the white fluid—hers and mine—leaking from her cunt lips. She pressed her elbows against the mattress, bit the pillow, and stuck her ass up nice and high in the air for me.

I slid into position. I was done with the games. I wasn’t going to tease her at this point. The girl had endured enough toying and aggression, that was for sure. She’d earned her proverbial stripes. No, I was going to take this nice and slow. We were on the home stretch now, and there was no need to bust her ass—literally.

I gently set my cockhead pressed against her winking butthole. There was some resistance as I attempted to press it inside of her, so I spit a wad of saliva onto my hand and fingered it inside of her anus. She shrieked into her pillow but offered no other complaint.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She just nodded, the pillow remaining between her teeth.

I grinned. Thrusting forward, this time my efforts to enter her were met with success. I slid inside of her ass and found it incredibly constricting—but my cock was wet enough that I knew I’d be able to make it work.

I set a very steady and forgiving pace, plumbing her gently, loosening her up one thrust at a time. The tightness of her asshole gave even her tiny pussy a run for its money.

As I pushed in and pulled out again and  again, I squeezed her hips, leaving impressions of my hands in her skin whenever I changed my grip. Though I tried to be gentle with her as I rutted her rectum, even this slowness offered its own irresistible intensity.

Her groans were lower, huskier than before, her voice scratchier from all the panting she’d done. She was still muffled by the pillow, but I had a pretty good idea that she was hanging in there reasonably well as she offered no complaint and every sound she made seemed positive.

I closed my eyes—she was so beautiful that her loveliness actually distracted from the euphoria that her body offered me. I tried to put her vibrant red hair and petite naked body out of my mind, focusing entirely on the sensation of my cock in her succulent little ass. Every successive thrust offered something new, something different, but it was always good.

Eventually, though, I lost a degree of my self-control. I grabbed under her armpits and pulled her body up against me as I continued to take her ass from behind. I reached around and fondled her breasts with one hand and stroked off her clit with the other.

The effect was instantaneous. She started shivering, even dropping the pillow from her teeth. “Bucky!” she shouted. But this time there was something else. “I love you!”

“I love you, Ivy,” I reciprocated into her ear. With that, she came unwound. I wasn’t sure if it was my fingers on her clit, my cock in her ass, my hands on her nipples, or the sound of my voice offering myself up to her that did her in. Probably it was a combination of all those factors. Either way, the result was undeniable as she started screaming and reeling from an insane squirting orgasm that coated the bed.

And then I neared the finish, too. I thrust inside her one last time and stayed buried there as my cock spilled inside her rectum.

She threw her head back, and her eyes blasted out a white and golden light that illuminated the room to a whole new level. Then, as I finished pumping inside her, we collapsed together on the mattress, my arms immediately seeking her out, entombing her.

“Congratulations,” I said, nibbling on her ear, “you’re the very first marked elf ever, I think.”

She giggled, turned around, and kissed me. We froze like that, tasting each other’s lips, until finally, and suddenly, she pulled back. “Wait a minute, you’re not distracting me. How are your arms healed?”

Fuck.