Lithelle didn’t feel an overwhelming sense of pain as she bared down and winced…this was something else.  Normally, pain for the nimble little Bosmer was limited to an unsavory feeling of failure, this…this was different. She had done nothing wrong to receive this sort of pain, in fact, the opposite was true.  Pain was a concept Lithelle could get behind, unlike empathy or devotion- the wood elf understood pain- associating it with an overall pleasurable experience might have awoken a tiny little sleeping dragon of sexual deviancy.  She shakes her head roughly and pulls Kalith by the neck down to her as she mumbles “ Don’t be sorry..” into her lips.<br/><br/>Unlike the pain of a blade to the gut, or a blunt object to the head, this pain felt….warm, full…almost intoxicating. Complete was a better term. It wasn’t that Lithelle held some over romantic idea , or inane female concept of completion by the almighty power of ‘cock’…but there was something to be said for being stretched to the brim by the warm, throbbing flesh of another person- especially one that she rather enjoyed her time with.<br/><br/>Each thrust came with more and more force, shockingly her body refused to accept the large, bulbous stretch, but rather bared down on it.  It wasn’t so much she was in avertedly pushing Kalith out, as much as she was desperate to keep her locked in place. It never dawns on her that she perhaps was hurting her newly found lover until the soft coaxing to relax poured over her tanned earlobe and registered in her brain at a staggeringly slow rate. “Ri…right…” she gasps trying to will her self to release the Dunmer she was holding captive deep with in her loins.<br/><br/>She raises a brow as Kalith refers to her as a ‘little elf’ . Sure she was tiny..all Bosmer were, but she never thought of her self as any smaller then most.  She was so certain in her modest stature that even mid-coitus - ( which she was really rather enjoying) she opened her mouth to speak.  Just at that second however, Kalith pulls their bodies even closer and rolls her hips in just the right way. The slight rolling of the Dunmers hips  coupled with the tender embrace and soft words of affection sent Lithlle’s mind swimming.  Kalith had hit something…something rather pleasant- As Lithelle clenched around the thick intrusion all she hears are the slick, slow noises of Kalith entering her. Each thrust starts to feel better and better then the last.<br/><br/>As her body acclimates and accepts the other woman deep within her , she starts to feel her body come to life. Her back arches as she tries in desperation to feel more of the womans length pressed in side of her.  Her hips are rolling almost as hard and slow as Kaliths now, the wiggling of her own hips almost forcing her vice like sex to widen and give- and suddenly everything feels…<b> different </b>. She feels the curve of Kaliths member slide and slam against that most sensitive of spots deep within, and after a few thrusts she too starts to shake. Her nails dig in to Kaliths shoulders  as her breath’s start to come in ragged, desperate gasps. Her face turns flushed and hot ..her breath hitching in her throat as she starts to tremble and shake.<br/><br/>Nails digging and scratching down Kaliths arms, desperate for -anything- to grab on to, Lithelle’s back arches at an almost unnatural angle.  As her back rises and hips push down, she impales herself fully on Kaliths member.  Her trembling fingers start to open and close of their own accord, totally out of Lithelles command.  She wraps every extremity around the other woman as tight as she can as she simply rolls her hips.  The thick head of Kaliths shaft massages and pokes away at the spongy little bulb buried deep within her and she holds the other woman in place.  That’s when she feels it.  Kalith tenses against her and the sheer tightness of her own center enable her to experience every twitch and shake of her still engorged member inside of her.  Her jaw opens wide as her eyes roll back in her head-her body is still arched at an almost unnatural angle. She starts to gasp at each pulse of Kaliths member. Each surge in size caused even more pressure against her Gspot, and an even more girth to squeeze around.  She continues to roll her hips as she feels a sudden burst of wetness deep inside of her. The pulsing causes her tight center to expand justttt enough to start the waves of release deep inside of her. As the second and third spurt of Kaliths seed pumps deep within the smaller elf, she’s deep with in the flood of release.  Gasping hard as each wave rushes and washes over her .  Each twitch and movement of Kalith causing another wave to come pounding to the surface.<br/><br/>Lithelle is thoroughly ‘out of it’.   She manages to slam her eyes shut and wrap her long muscled arms around Kalith tightly , as her thighs hold Kalith deep within her . It takes her a few long minutes to let that fire deep with in her belly subside and dissipate. Her joints almost ‘pop’ as she relaxes her self just a bit.  Her breathing becomes shallow and sated as the reality crashes down on her.<br/><br/>She hears the soft coo of ‘I love you’  yet doesn’t return it. It isn’t that she doesn’t feel the words bursting from with in her chest…but like a frightened doe staring directly at the drawn bow poised at her…she can’t move. She can’t think. She opts instead to say nothing at all.  Tears stream down her face as she buries her lips into Kaliths neck. She nods her head frantically because the words just won’t find their way to the surface.  She clings to Kalith and holds her fiercely,  in -no-way- ready to let the woman withdraw her self just yet..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>