Chapter 1 - Just Measuring

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“Hah-” it’s not uncommon for Vilintia to feel a little overwhelmed during a sleepover. Especially one with her best friend Aria. A smaller girl with a frame meant for movement, for bouncing and excitement. It started when they were teens. When the smell of the girl held firmly against her led to an awkward heat under her gown and a flutter in her stomach she couldn’t quite place. It got worse as they matured, grew into themselves.

“Yes! Haah-so deep- ”

Then the dreams started. They were simple at first, Aria would surprise her with fingers along her secret, gripping tightly and starting to stroke with skin like silk. An enchanting ember of fire mana to their ministrations that drove her crazy. The girl would tease her, build her up for far too long. Sprinkle a little drool onto her tip and work her shaft with a cool temp shift to really set her mind ablaze. Stopping only once she’s begun to twitch, waiting with baited breath she could feel on her wet tip, before starting again with renewed vigor.

Sometimes Vilintia would break a little and buck up into the firm grip around her, setting herself free without a warning and spattering her friend’s hand and face vividly with a hot steamy load. Other times Aria would see fit to have mercy, and unleash her with a flicker of her tongue along her cumslit, opening wide and sucking the tip to drain everything she has to offer.

Regardless of which, those dreams would always end with a feeling of release, and she’d wake up the next morning with Aria’s own gown covered in seed. Sometimes, if they’d slept really close together, she’d find she’d covered her friend’s curvy ass.

“Fuuck, haah~!”

The first few times it happened Aria woke up before her. She’d panicked when she spotted the creamy unloading staining her friend’s favored garment, but the girl had thought nothing of the event that stopped her heart and gave her an anxiety attack. She’d changed out of her dirty nightclothes without a peep, ready to get along with the rest of her day. 

Despite that, it only took Vilintia a few times before she decided to set up a spell to wake her up early, so she could clean her friend for her. It was awkward but, sex dreams are awkward. They just are, and she valued her friendship far more than she valued the extra sleep.

It escalated before too long, escalated right along with the feelings in her chest blossoming. Burgeoning enough she could no longer even pretend to try and hide them from herself anymore. They were as sudden as the feeling of lips between her legs in her rest. One morning she woke up after what felt like a rigorous use of her bestie’s throat, caressed her face, and looked into her lidded eyes. She felt a twinge of potent emotion, leaned down and hesitated to take her lips only because of what a kiss means to an elf of her friend’s stature. “I love you” she’d whispered instead. She’d flushed deeply, just a hint away from crossing a dainty line written in invisible sand, and backed off.

She’d been unwilling to cross a boundary like that on purpose. Cowardly maybe, but it’s one thing to accidentally blow a wad on her friend and clean it with consideration in her heart and good intentions on her fingers. It’d be another to sink her fingers in while she cleans, feel her and charge her next dream with a dose of reality, or take her lips without asking in the conscious world.

No, respecting her friend is hard, but it’s all she can do. Well, that and gently nibble on Aria’s long pointed ears to shock her awake, that’s always fun.

Eventually though, the dreams shifted. “Hah-hah-ooh!” It wasn’t nearly as sudden as the progression from fingers to a hot mouth, moistly lathering her with a soaked tongue before taking her deep into her enchanted throat. It had tiers and started with more normal dreams of slipping her friend’s panties between her legs and rubbing between her cheeks. Sinking her fingers in to her toasty buns and fucking the cleft of her ass before deposition everything she had down her back.

It slowly moved on to grinding against her special place, begging her to let her put it in and getting a shaky no from an Aria who’s face was as stained red as her shapely tits soon were with milky snow.

Then, inevitably, one day she nodded, and dreams like this began. “Haah-haaau! Gonna, gonna cum!”

Aria would shake her head, kiss her lips and remind her they’re not married, she can’t unleash in her maiden’s garden. Fill her with a gooey bun and turn the fire up. She’d shift off of her, and fall over to her side. Spasming from a gentle series of orgasmic blisses. She’d leave her to fend for herself without a moment’s consideration. Sometimes she’d reach over to grip her shaft and finish her, but that was only temporary. Before long, Aria’s dream self just started falling right asleep like a jerk, leaving her hanging.

“Damn-it.” Vilintia groans as her shiny pink eyes blink open, the pain of a throbbing erection begging for release burns between her hips dastardly. One of her arms is wrapped around Aria’s sultry form, the girl laying so very comatose. The heavy little breaths hinting that maybe she’s experiencing something similar. She hopes so, she’d love to share one day, apologize and then unite as friends under a similar banner.

Painfully twitching as she is, it’d be so easy to pull the girl’s nighty up and jerk herself, finish all over her legs or better yet her lips and simply clean it up. That’d be the best feeling in the world, but there’s a huge difference between having a sex dream that ends messily over her friend, and purposefully spewing over her while conscious. A part of her justifies that Elves are taught sex young, she probably does know to some extent. She probably just cares too much about their friendship to bring it up. Burdened with pressure, she hopes Aria doesn’t feel violated. She’d stop coming over before she wished that feeling on her. 

She has a theory that Aria knows that, and perhaps that’s why Aria stays quiet. She can’t possibly have actually not noticed any residue Vili failed to clean up, could she have?

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles a heartfelt apology she’s repeated so many times now. Pushing the girl onto her stomach so she can roll her arm out from under her. “Just need to hit the bathroom real quick…” She really wishes it’d go back to the handjobs, at least she gets to finish with those.

“Haah-aau-just a little deeper.”

This dream’s different. The little scent she’s taking in is so much more vibrant. The feel of her best friend’s folds wrapping around her cock is exhilarating. It’s potent, there’s a new flare to the heat that squirms at her tip and works its way down.

She’s a little more awake, that’s probably it. Her brain fantasizing more vividly to try and lull her back down. She bucks up and really feels Aria bounce from the force, coming back down a moment later to drive her dick deeper into where it belongs. “Aaah!” Her palms land on supple thighs, her instincts drive her upwards once again, and a rapid rhythm gets set instantly. Dream or no, she’s sick of this teasing bull, today she’s cumming in her dream friend! She’ll deal with the mess when she wakes up, this is happening and it’s happening now! Her spine tingles with every crashing thrust, the wet slap of their connection ringing in her ears and the blissful coaxing of her length sending tingles of lusty heat down to her toes. It spreads like lightning magic does in a pond. “Yes, yes, aahh!”

“Ouu! Vili, aah-Vili too rough! Oww, oww, owwww! Slow down!” 

She finds herself a little hateful of her vivid imagination. This is a primal dream filled with love and connections. It’s her dream damn-it, why can’t she happily fuck the everloving crap out of her best friend without regrets?

“Fuck, please, Vili ouch that hurts!”

It’s just loud enough to feel too real. Just true enough to Aria’s pained tone, a tone she’s heard plenty of times during magical mishaps, to cut through her fantasy and flood her with guilt at the same speed she’d like to flood her best friend’s chamber with seed.

“Stop, stop! I’m sorry! Just give me a moment to adjust first!” Her eyes snap open, and her movements halt. Her shaft slaps against the end of the tunnel, and she finds herself all the more enamoured with the incredible fantasy. Her heart pounds powerfully, and a growl in her throat punches her rage into the air at the unfairness of it all. Visceral hate that doesn’t feel quite satisfying enough paints her breath.

It takes her a moment to look down, to let go of the wonderful dream and accept that her brain ended it like a dick. Only to find that nothing’s changed. No alteration, no ceasing. Her eyes, still dim while adjusting to the dark lighting of the moon drifting in from the stained window just ahead of them, play no tricks on her. She’s sure this is real, and yet she still lets go of the hot thighs under her thumbs to rub at her own pink orbs clear.

“Aria, am I… Are we…” She’s not comfortable with pain. The little waiver of fluids in the round green orbs of her friend makes her stomach flop on their own. The gentle, slow rate at which Aria lifts her hips and carefully lowers herself with a wince makes it hard to stay hard. And yet, despite all that, the pussy around her twitches. Providing moisture with a sudden flow to protect itself from her length. A moisture that lends her to paradise.

"Ah-ha-ow..."

Straddling her lap is the same pair of hips she’s dreamed of bucking into night after night for the last six months. The same silk nighty adorns her form, bunched up at their connection, and currently stained just a little bit red. Those cerulean eyes she’s stared into for years whenever she couldn’t help herself, blink away the pain, and fill with the most moderate of fogs. 

“Hah-alright.” Nimble fingers, fingers she’s felt in fantasy so many times stroking up her fat knob are perched right on her own chest. Squeezing her tits in a way that spreads a scorching blaze through her. One she’d really appreciate a little more if she wasn’t already so overwhelmed.

She’s thought of kissing that narrow face and that button nose hundreds of times, now it’s laced with a furious blush the likes of which she’s only ever seen from when their fathers feel the need to embarrass the crap out of them at dinners with jokes of fake engagement.

Her hands land on Aria’s gently built hips. A squiggly expression playing on her lips. She presses up with her shaft while pressing down with her hands. She’s gentle about it, but her mission is completed almost instantly nonetheless. Her maleness is nowhere to be seen anymore. Disappearing under the nighty of her best friend. She reaches for the fabric, pulling it off Aria’s waist and throwing it over her head with a crazed need flowing through her joints. One that pushes her forward into her. The momentary loss of fingers tweaking her nipples is unimportant, compared to the suddenly quite enticing sight of elven tits before her. Pointy and grand. Her fingers sink into the luscious titflesh gifted to her, and her tongue swirls saliva inside her mouth in sheer anticipation.

Her friend bounces, and despite the bobbing mounds her eyes are drawn below, to where her shaft reappears, only to quickly be engulfed in a spiraling flame. A flame that’s unbelievably tight, and swallows her up completely. In an instant, she ceases to exist, except for the extremely visible outline from the girl’s stomach downwards. An outline that shows the size difference between them. Specifically how big she is, and how small Aria is. how big she is, and how small Aria is.

"Uhh!" She groans, suddenly hugging Aria close and blinking at the connection. Reality takes a moment to truly catch up, but once it’s here it hits everything with a train. No longer does it look like she’s suddenly grown an Aria in replacement for her male appendage, it looks like -

"This isn't what it looks like." Her petite figured elven friend whispers with a furious flush. Vili being an ill-bred human, it’d normally be far from her territory to question an Elven woman in line for her family’s throne. A princess, if she’s blunt. The thing is, this isn’t a normal situation. Aria isn’t just a normal princess to her, they’ve been friends since childhood and she’s earned the right to tease and mock her. The pussy from her dreams is quivering in reaction, tightly as can be. Squeezing her for all she's worth, while it tries to recover, and gently bobbing up and down her shaft to keep her enticed and alive.

"Oh?" She asks. Sinking her fingers into her friend’s tits, squeezing in a circle just rough enough to make those cheeks flush a little harder, before pulling her down to place a kiss on them. “Enlighten me, hah, then, what is this?”

"I'm um... Errm... Um." The gentle rock and bounce of their connection give her much more of an answer than the blushy girls lips do. Reactivating her insides in a crazed way that soaks her hot flesh with potent lubricant and drowns Vili’s dick in pussy juices she so desperately craves. "I'm um, measuring." She excuses. "It's a common-au- elven practice, measuring your erm, ha- friends!"

"Suuuuure." She allows, jiggling into her a bit. "Hauh!"

"It is! And um, haah-when you can't eyeball it you have to, mm-use a tool." She explains. Unable to meet her eyes, the girl looks towards the floor, painting an image of abject shame at her poorly worded lie. Growing up there was always the smallest age gap between them, it wasn’t big, but her friend was always one size below her. At some point that just became a permanent fixture, one that’ll never change. Their permanent sizes make her look like the adult of the two, and that makes this look all the more crazy. Her girth wedged inside her small lover is impossibly adorable, and the bounce she makes impossibly exciting. "It feels um, haah-a little too big?" She gulps. "So um, ah-one, one and maybe, a fifth my size?"

"Aria. “ She mutters, holding in a puff of air and rocking up to meet her gentle lips, stirring her around in a way she’d only previously dreamed of, but oh how she’d dreamed of it. “Why do you need to measure me? You could have asked.”

"I um, hau, documents and stuff, you know, elf stuff." A pussy and a fifth seems accuratish, maybe. It gives just enough room for her own rocks to engulf deeper than should be possible and lets the magical feeling of her friend’s folds take hold, without actually seeming far-fetched. "Hau- besides, who are you to question me? You’re the one that’s always so teasingly hard and whispering my name! What was I supposed to do, not measure you?” Dark blue hair is laid in a cascade around her ass, bouncing around with every thrust, a slight rise in pressure punishing her friend’s insides making it all the more visible in the dim light. 

"Documents, right." She snorts. "Silly. Nobody records dick length. Especially not with their insides! Haauh!”

"Elves are, haau, meticu-mertic-um-thorough! Auh! It's so thick and I'm so nooot!"

That's not a cry of pain, not if she understands the tone. It heats her blood too much to be pain, she hates pain, but that. The wash of fluids and the strangling, bobbing grip that comes with it. She couldn’t love that more than she already does if she tried her hardest. “Ouuh, you’re so tight!” She coos, grinding her palms into her friend’s stiff nipples and finally taking in the feeling of her own complimentary massage. It lightens the load of her mind and threatens to make her go blank.

“Harder.” Vili whispers to herself about it, and miraculously Aria knows exactly what she’s talking about. Increasing the strength of her grip and twisting gently to light up her world. "Haah, nice and slow, don't hurt yourself! Huuhh! A-and, keeping a record of my, dick, is probably a bad idea! Kind of a secret!"

"P-personal records! Auh! No name on them!" Her bluenette best friend trembles around her rod, shaking with pleasure and leaving her mouth open lewdly. Her pussy squishes wetly, and her tightly ridged inner walls thrive around her while writhing. "Auh! Vili! Niiice and slow, haah, nice and slow please! No faster!"

It's an incredibly nice feeling but what catches her by surprise is just how quickly Aria’s hips shift and bob, grinding against her while asking her to slow down. It’s not her that’s overdoing this at all, and yet, she’s taking the flak. It doesn’t matter.

“Fuck me.” She mutters huskily, claiming Aria’s lips with such force that she can’t retort. Can’t scold her for the improper language with a tone-deafness for the situation that only an Elven princess could sport.

"Mm-sshhbddwrds!" Only her closeness lets her make out the girl cutely scolding her regardless, while their tongues are intertwined and her hips are pumping as nature intended.

Aria continues to quickly bob, milking her with a vehemence until she can feel a fire starting in her loins. One that comes with the natural-born desire of any lesser being when faced with an elven pussy. The uninhibited desire to unload everything she has into it. Her eyes widen in the realization that she’s really gonna get to do that, a realization that becomes more and more real with every second that brings her closer and closer. 

She feels it start at her base, her shaft twitching powerfully into the gravy cavern her expression gleefully shows her every desire for. Her tongue lolling a little as she falls back from the kiss. A trail of saliva snapping between them, and her pumping increasing in pace just for the final blitz.

“Ooh-aah-” Just as it starts up the shaft, Aria kicks into gear. Recognizing the signs like a masterwork cock exploring expert, she begins the process of pulling off as quickly as she can. Skillfully shifting her way up and readying herself to hop off.

Like shots from a catapult pelting a castle, she’s hit with a flash of memories. This feels too familiar, too perfectly true to something that’s hit her a hundred times. All the time’s she’s woken up in pain and had to go finish off in the bathroom, hoping no one would notice her rush in the early morning or the stiffness she tried so hard to hide.

Every time was this. Aria pulling off and leaving her to dry. It’s too perfect to be a simulation, this has really happened. It had to have, at least enough times for her mind to mimic it perfectly. Aria broke the boundary she was too considerate to.

No, she growls under her breath. No more, never again. Her hands leave the girls tits and grip her ass forcefully. Pulling her back down quickly and slamming her cock into Aria’s quivering cervix.

There’s something to it, something magical. It feels as if it’s trying to suck her in like a roaring flame might the air. "Hauauh! Vili, you’re gonna shoot baby stuff!” Aria warns with fervor, quickly lifting up along her shaft to try again. Pulling her quickly overwhelmed pussy off the hot dick that fills her to the brim.

"Take it." She demands sternly, pulling her right back down her length to ram her flaming, sucking cervix once more with vehemence. She can feel the need bubbling up her, forcing its way into her staff. It passes Aria’s swollen lips quite suddenly, increasing her thickness in a way that’s only noticeable because everything is noticeable when there’s a velvet vice this tight gripping her.  "Don't leave me hanging again, jerk!"

"But-I-I-Inside?" Grassy eyes flicker with recognition. The petite girl tries to pull up again, only to stop about halfway up, nowhere near far enough to escape what’ll soon be bubbling into her womb. "But, babies!" She gasps, suddenly pushing down on Vili’s breasts to force her way back up.

"Good.” Vili rasps, gripping harder into her lovely flesh to stop her from escaping for just another moment. Just long enough to give her love a chance to move past panic and grasp reality. Come to realize she wants this too, wants it so much. That they can be one forever with just one second’s choice

It’s not even hard, she just has to not get off, and that’s it. "Beautiful babies with the cutest girl on the continent. Guah-who could want anything else from life?"

"Vilintia that’s- but we’re not married we’re, but- that's, haauu! I love you!"
Vili lets go of her ass just in time, a single instant to spare her womb’s vacuum the seeds it desires more than anything else.

Their lips meet, her own thin ones mashing against the cutely pouty ones of her best friend sports outwardly. Their tongues intertwine hotly, passionately. Aria’s hips twist and her ass rises to escape, hitting the edge of her tip with her drenched lower lips, puffily trying to cease their decoupling.

Vili doesn’t move. Doesn’t force the issue. Her heart slows and she whimpers deep inside, but she refuses to protest aloud for even a single glimpse of time. She doesn’t pull her down, she scratches gently at her back instead. Lovingly scratching a wave of bliss into her frantically firing nerves.

All this means that as if with a bang, she’s hit with the full-wave of surprise when her friend’s small pussy slams down on her one and a fifth sized cock just in time for everything to release from its constraints. Pure love pours from her in a potent river of splooge. One that shakes her bones and changes the very foundation of what she considers too much to be. 

Every time she's ever been left hanging feels like a long and distant memory. No longer relevant to anything, let alone them. In a prolonged instant she’s left with the feeling of not just pouring a gallon of cum into Aria, but a gallon of magical binding agent. Sealing their futures together in a way nothing else possibly could. Sorrows are shot into her, care is used to stir the growth of life that’ll soon be coming to be between them. Everything is used, pent up and formed into a magical circle symbolizing everything they have, all coalescing inside her best friend’s rapidly bloating tummy. It’s visible, distended, and oh so pretty.

This little minx won’t be ‘measuring’ anyone but her, and she’ll never be left hanging again. Aria’s parents might be a little mad about the whole real marriage thing, but with this, she’s captured the ring, and she doesn’t have to care about their approval anymore.

She’s cumming into a queen, and that queen’s misty eyes, rapidly filling with a broken dam of unwavering affection tells her it was the right choice.

“I love you too.”