🤤 Simple Elven Joys
Once upon a time, in the heart of an enchanted forest, lived a handsome elf named Eryn. Eryn was known for his mischievous nature and his adventurous spirit. But there was one secret that set him apart from all other elves – Eryn had a unique taste for pleasure. He loved nothing more than exploring the depths of his own body, especially when it came to urethral penetration.
One day, while foraging for aphrodisiac berries in the local garden, Eryn felt a strong urge building up inside him. The scent of the ripe berries ignited a fire in his veins, his eyes gleaming with desire as he knew what he craved. With swift movements, he reached into his long elven pouch and pulled out a slender, smooth rod made from polished silver. It was perfectly crafted, designed meticulously for its intended purpose – to invade and stimulate the most sensitive flesh in Eryn's body, his peehole.
He took a deep breath, bracing himself as he held the rod tight, feeling its coolness against his palm. Then, with determined focus, he inserted the tip gently but firmly into his slightly gaping peehole, moist with pre-cum. A shiver ran through his whole body, followed by a wave of intense pleasure as he slid the rod deeper, taking advantage of the natural lubrication.
The elasticity of his urethral canal was remarkable, the head of his penis expanded and engorged as the rod pushed further in, its tip gliding smoothly through the narrow passage. Eryn moaned in delight, feeling every inch of the movement as the rod stretched and filled his cock with sensations so exquisite that they threatened to overwhelm him.
Eryn moved the rod slowly at first, enjoying the coolness and friction against his tender flesh. But soon, he began to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, his eyes closed in blissful ecstasy as each movement sent waves of pleasure rushing through him. His hand clenched tightly onto the rod, his abdominal muscles contracting against the tight ring of steel constricting his waistline – his permanent accessory that helped him reach even higher levels of pleasure during these intimate moments.
The waist constriction was a source of endless fascination for Eryn, ever since he first tried it on himself years ago. He loved how it intensified every sensation, from simple walking to intense sexual stimulation. The extreme pressure around his middle felt like a powerful vice, constricting everything inside him and intensifying all the pleasures tenfold. It made him feel alive, vibrant, and utterly enthralled by the very feeling of existence.
Eryn's breathing became ragged, his face flushed with lust as he continued to drive the rod completely inside his urinal bladder, making the smooth metal piece hit the wall of his internal organ with every single thrust. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripping down his cheek as he reached new heights of arousal, his body trembling beneath the sheer force of pleasure that coursed through him.
He knew this peak wouldn't last forever, but he wanted to savor every fraction of a second while it did. He kept pushing as hard as he could, driving the silver rod into his throbbing peehole until his balls tightened like an overfilled balloon about to burst. And then, after one final, glorious thrust, he pulled out the rod in one swift motion, letting out a torrent of white fluid erupting from his cock and spilling out from within his dilated urethra.
Eryn grabbed his balls and let out a low moan as he squeezed them as hard as he could, milking them dry of any remaining juices. His vision blurred from the rush of endorphins, leaving him weak in the knees and panting heavily. He leaned against the rock behind him, trying to keep squeezing his nutsack like there was no tomorrow, refusing to let the crushing wave of euphoria fade away too soon.
The testicles in his hand pulsed violently under his grip as another thick load of cum oozed out through his urethral opening. After milking himself dry, he looked at the gaping tip of his penis, still slick with semen, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. It was an experience unlike anything else – a feeling so raw and powerful that he knew he would chase it again and again, finding joy and pleasure in exploring the depths of his own being.
As he stood up, feeling lightheaded but invigorated, Eryn tucked the silver rod back into its usual spot in his pouch and continued on his way, whistling softly to himself. The scent of barries still lingered in the air, but now he could finally focus on actually gathering some without distractions. His berry shop wouldn't restock itself by magic, after all; besides, tonight's evening bath needed something special to make it perfect...