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Arkissa gave a soft sigh of content, her hands on her hips as her body began moving to the music. She wore loose clothing that covered only her breasts and from her waist to mid-thighs; just enough to cover her privates. Her body had markings and symbols painted all over it, made with a special glowing resin. With the combination of the moonlight cascading on her body and the glowing body pain, she looked like a goddess.

Arkissa was an Elven maiden in the snowy mountains. Her hair was blonde, and her skin was an unblemished tan. Her blue eyes reminded most men of the ocean, and her toned body reminded them of a huntress of which she was. But, she was also a dancer and tonight was a celebration.

The princess of the kingdom had finally come of age, and in celebration an enormous bonfire had been erected. The main attraction at some a glorious event was not the princess, but rather it was Arkissa. Her hips swayed perfectly like waves in the ocean and her hands would twirl as she danced. As she moved, her breasts would sometimes bounce and jiggle, causing awestruck men to simply stare at her gorgeous body.

She danced for hours into the night, and never once did she stop for a break. But neither did her crowd, and they watched her intently for every second of her dancing. The males had this yearning, this lost hope that she would for some reason remove at least her stop so they could see her breasts sway sensually with the music.

After the celebrations were over, Arkissa made her way to the stable. Despite her exhaustion she managed to climb onto the back of her white stallion with a heavy sigh. Patting his neck, she didn't need to steer her horse; he steered himself toward her home just outside of the main mountain city.

Instead of going straight into her home, she stopped by a cave she often visited. The cave did not go very deep, but inside was a hot spring and the cave was no inhabited by anyone or anything. Upon entering the cave, she pulled off her small articles of clothing slowly stepped into the pool.

With yet another sigh she allowed her body to sink down into the hot water, her supple ass gently touching the bottom of the spring. She leaned her head back and relaxed, allowing the hot water to sooth her sore and tired muscles from her hours of dancing. Then after a few moments, she slid one hand down her stomach and between her legs.

A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped her lips as two of her fingers grazed over her own slit. She bit her lip, leaning her head back further as she gently pressed a finger inside, wiggling it to cause her hips to squirm. Shakily, she teased her clit with her other hand a few moments before sliding her fingertips up her body.

Arkissa gasped as she grasped her own breast, kneading it and pulling on her nipple. The finger that had penetrated her slit began to slide in and out. Gyrating her hips, she moaned again and forced herself to add a second finger.

"By the gods!" she gasped as she roughly arched her back. She slid her fingers in and out of her slippery slit, gasping with each entry. She pulled out to her fingertips, then slowly and teasingly plunged then fully into her.

She began to breathe heavily after a while, her moans echoing off the cave walls in pure ecstacy even though it was only her own doing. With her eyes closed tight, she began to have a day-dream...

Arkissa was back at the bonfire in her vision, dancing like normal. But she felt different; she was naked this time. The glowing paint swirled around her breasts as if to draw more attention from the crowd. It did indeed do its job, and there was a large crowd.

Looking down at herself as she danced, she could see that she wore no bottom clothing either. The glowing paint made designs on her thighs and formed a swirling vortex around her nether region. Smiling to herself, she continued to dance though her hands would occasionally brush over her breasts and cause her to moan softly.

After a few moments, the crowd was getting closer to her, surrounding her. She gave a pleasureable gasp as a strong, naked male warrior stepped forward. The male had a muscular body, with abs and pecks that made her lick her real lips.

The warrior stepped forward, forcing her hips to occasionally grind against his waist as she dance. Every few moments, she looked up into his eyes. Running her hands through her hair, she turned her back to him and pressed against his body as she continued to dance.

No words were exchanged as the male warrior reached around her. His massive, strong hands grabbed her breasts and gave a rough squeeze. Arkissa groaned, leaning her head back to rest on this stranger's massive chest.

"And what are you going to do to me," she whispered softly. The man gave no answer as he slid one of his hands down to cup her slit. After a moment, he pushed two fingers into her. A long moan came from her lips, and she was no longer able to dance.

He turned Arkissa around and looped his arms under her strong thighs. Lifting her up, he stared at her breasts as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. She suddenly cried out as the male Elf forced her to impale herself onto his long, thick shaft.

Without giving her time to adjust, he began thrusting with powerful thrusts. Arkissa moaned and buried her face into his neck, planting kisses along his skin. Her thighs gave a quiver as a thin stream of blood trickled down her inner thigh and soaked into the sand at the man's feet.

She imagined this man pounding into her, taking her virginity and her purity to make her his. She moaned constantly, her hips bucking and jerking against these powerful thrusts. Then, her eyes went wide in her dream as she realized who the man was as he came deep inside of her; it was her brother.

Giving out a cry of pleasure she reached climax, opening her eyes and staring up at the ceiling.. As the enormous explosion subsided, she relaxed but her thighs continued to quiver and give gentle muscle spasms. Arkissa's chest heaved, wondering why she had just fantasized about her brother having sex with her in public. She leaned her head back again and closed her eyes to rest a few moments.

In her position, she was sitting in the hot spring that was built into the ground, and her head was laying against the flat rock surface of the cave wall. She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw made her stiffen and freeze.

Sitting on his haunches just a foot from her head was an enormous wolf. She immediately knew which wolf this was; he was known as the Great Wolf. She had often spent hours in the library reading about the lore and legends of this massive canine.

According to what was written in the books, it was a legend that this Great Wolf was of a pure white color. But what she observed that the books didn't contain that the Wolf had swirls of blue in his fur which made him appear mystical. Being a huntress she would constantly spend days and sometimes weeks trying to find this beast; and now here he was, staring down at her naked body seconds after her climax.

A quick bark from the wolf brought her back to reality and it almost made her jump out of her skin. The sudden gesture caused her heart to race, and she acted out of instinct. Within a matter of seconds she climbed out of the pool and onto her feet in a defensive stance crouched down low.

The Wolf stood and growled, barring his teeth. Arkissa didn't know whether or not massive canine planned on killing her for food, but she thought it better safe to sorry. She tried to make a dash and jumped over him, but the slick cave floor made her yelp and slip.

A soft thud echoed off the walls and she fell forward. There was a soft slapping sound as her breasts hit the hard surface, and she gasped at the brief moment of dull pain. Quickly, she rolled over onto her back only to see the wolf standing over her. His body towered above her, his front paws resting on the ground on each side of her head, and his back paws on the ground by each of her ankles.

She was trapped, and only one question remained: what was the Great Wolf going to do to her?