AFTER DEATH I LIVE AGAIN - Season 2 Episode 4

Her tongue, gleaming with saliva, trailed across her lower lip, wetting it in one lewd and sticky motion. The female elf’s soft breath gently caressed Devon’s face, exciting his loins ever so subtly.

The murmur of the downstairs tavern festivities was beginning to move up the stairs towards the tavern rooms, and Devon mentally reviewed that he properly locked the inn room door. He did, thankfully. The rambunctious talking from outside felt more calming instead of threatening after that thought.

Devon felt his foot hit something hard. It was the well-worn storage chest at the base of the solid hardwood bed, the coldness of the steel making up the framing of the chest shooting up his body, and he shuddered involuntarily.

“There there now, darling,” said the exotically alien-faced elf in a reassuring manner, her voice dripping with sensuality. “Are you cold? Let this big sister warm you with her body.”

She climbed up further onto Devon, allowing the weight of her melon jugs pressing down on him, as the oriental red nipple tassles just barely clipped onto her own soft nipples tickling his chest. Devon instinctively felt his hand gather around her waist and hips, gripping their curves like they were a woman shaped joystick of pleasure. To be honest, Devon couldn’t remember the last time he held a real joystick. They were those controller things that people used to pilot planes and other things in those old video games with crappy graphics, were they not? Something about that seemed rather nostalgic to him, bringing him back to his old world, his early childhood, and glimpses of his father and mother… He felt like he had this thought before, but did he, really? His brain felt like a jumbled mess, taking a trip through Alice in Wonderland.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe… the sound of his elementary school teacher’s soothing narration rang through his head, as he closed his eyes, transported back to a simpler time, when he sat on a rug with the rest of the class listening to her read, his little head dozing off to the side every so often.

“Is baby still cold?” the elf said in a cooing voice, bringing him back to reality. She had her left hand on Devon’s chest, which she closed ever so slowly, her long fingers and manicured fingernails dragging and lingering their way across Devon’s pectoral, her fingers moving closer together before lifting up in an inexplicably tingly sensation for Devon. He didn’t know what it was about this woman, that every one of her little movements made him harder and harder, until his cock was bulging from his pants.

Devon’s daydream slipped away, but left the lingering impression that he had lived a long, full, albeit miserable life, back in his world, his real world, despite dying in early adulthood. He had so many regrets and trailing thoughts and ruminations, that did not disappear in the warm embrace of a thinly clad elf. In fact, her warm embrace and heavy curves pressing and weighing down upon him seemed to be the trigger for both calming and strangely distant thoughts, from a time long since passed, for a home world that was forever gone.

Devon felt a lump in his throat as he swallowed involuntarily, blinking a few times in quick succession. Were his eyes always this dry? His mental health did not seem too well intact, and the slight buzz from those two and a half pints of beer that he chugged gave him a dash of drowsiness and a hint of melancholy certainly that was not helping in this situation.

He felt a tug on his pants, as the well endowed female elf pulled his pants down, revealing the base of his cock. “Hello there, darling,” she cooed, speaking in baby talk to the base of his penis, which she took a moment to run her fingers over, brushing past his pubic hair and causing an electric tingly sensation to run down his leg, and he twitched again.

With another tug of his pants, the angular eyed elf pulled his pants down to his mid thigh, completely exposing his cock. The palm of her hand touched his shaft, and then her fingers and painted fingernails wrapped around his penis.

Her fingers were cold; icy, even, as they trailed up and down his cock, stroking it. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, as they couldn’t possibly be that cold. The alcohol was giving him a warm glow that encompassed his lower region as well, and perhaps it was the blood being brought to the surface that made her hands feel like such a different temperature.

As if she knew, the elf released her hand after guiding the head of his penis to her mouth. His shaft entered her warm mouth-pussy chamber, and the lingering coldness of her slender fingers melted away to warmth and a gushy sensation. The elf looked up at Devon, her cheeks concaved inwards as she sucked on his meat lollipop, and her eyes formed a lusty expression, her half moon pupils resting half-covered peeking out from under her upper eyelid as the whites of her eye occupied the rest. And her eye shape extended to the sides, and slightly upwards, in such a strangely inhuman manner… as if someone drew the most ambitious winged eyeliner and made it a real eye shape, in addition to increasing the eye and pupil size to match the elongated, flashy contour… it was foreign and alien, but not half bad. So this was an elf…