Break Time: Ondros x Lorien (Patreon)

Within the small party, everyone had a job. Ondros’ job was simple; he was to forage for food and medicinal herbs in the forest. It was a task he often did alone - the way he preferred it, though this evening, his careful footsteps were followed by another, less cautious set. The druid glanced up at the sky above, noting the subtle ombre color that had sneaked in while he wasn’t paying attention. He paused for a moment, as did his companion, with the former looking at his basket - nature hadn’t provided him with much today, and he was running out of time.

Ondros turned to speak to the elf that had accompanied him, “You can turn back if you’d like, Lorien. You must be tired after today, so leave the foraging up to me.”

The paladin stared at the druid with soft but curious eyes. He didn’t pick up on his companions' frustration, nor the subtle hint that his assistance wasn’t needed.

“I appreciate your concern, but Draven told us to stick together. He’ll be angry if I return to camp alone.”

Ondros let out a sigh. He should have known better. He wasn’t too concerned about Draven’s wrath, but for the sake of his party member, he trekked on, with Lorien following closely behind. 

The pair fell into silence, with Ondros’ frustration becoming clearer with each step, his search growing more frantic as his eyes darted between the ground and trees. He cursed the demon king under his breath. His rise to power had disturbed the delicate balance of nature, and forageables had become scarce.

Seeing the elf in such a state only made Lorien more determined to help, and he began to search, hoping he’d find something, anything - the elf was certain Ondros must have missed something, though his own search quickly proved fruitless. 

There truly was nothing to be found, other than grass, leaves, dirt, and mushrooms that anyone could tell were poisonous from a mere glance. Lorien sighed, his heart heavy with defeat, but just as he was about to give up, something caught his eye, something Ondros hadn’t yet noticed.

Amidst the vegetation on the ground, he spotted a golden flower, one he was certain he’d seen the druid use to make tea with in the past. Lorien crouched down, observing the plant for a moment before he plucked it. He held it carefully in his hand, taking note of how the petals seemed to shine. Even if it couldn’t be used for tea, he was still content with his find.

Lorien stood back up, dusting himself off before he called out, “Ondros, I found this flower, we can use it for tea, yes?”

The druid turned around, his eyes widening when he saw the flower his naive companion held, his face growing pale as he watched the elf move it closer to his face.

“Lorien wait, throw that away!” He was too late, by the time the words had left his mouth, Lorien had already inhaled the flower’s scent.

Ondros could only look on in horror, cursing himself for not paying enough attention. He dropped his basket, and rushed to the confused paladin’s side, snatching the flower from his hand, “Are you okay?!”

Lorien swayed slightly, his head growing light as he leaned against the druid, trying to keep himself steady, “I feel strange…was there something wrong with that flower? I could have sworn you used it for tea.”

“There is a flower that looks similar to it, but that flower is…an aphrodisiac, and a rather powerful one.”

The statement didn’t even register within the paladin’s mind as his thoughts slipped away from him, despite how hard he tried to grasp onto them. He could feel his body temperature rising, his heart beating faster in his chest as a new scent caught his attention - the comforting and arousing scent of his druid companion.

“It should wear off soon, but we should remain out here until it does. Come, you need to sit down and drink some water.”

Lorien gripped Ondros tighter, shaking his head before he buried it within the druid’s chest. He didn’t want to sit, he was comfortable and happy right where he was. Though the tight feeling within his stomach was growing more and more uncomfortable as his body cried out for a release.

“Lorien, I won’t leave your side. So you have no reason to fear,” Ondros’ soft voice and reassurance only solidified the paladin’s resolve. 

He wanted Ondros, and he was determined to get him. Sheepishly, he looked up, his glossy eyes meeting the druid's soft gaze before he spoke, “P-please…Ondros…I want you.”

Ondros sighed, his eyes flicking between the desperate paladin clinging to him, and the flower in his hand. He knew it was a bad idea, but he also knew this could end sooner, without Lorien having to suffer until the aphrodisiac wore off.  His mind was torn, but as he met Lorien’s desperate gaze, he couldn’t resist. With a deep breath, he put the flower to his face, and inhaled the nauseatingly sweet scent. 

The druid stumbled slightly, dropping the flower to the ground as he gripped his companion. He looked at the young elf for a moment as his mind began to slip away, his body growing hot and heavy as lust took over. 

The same desperation that had befallen Lorien had taken Ondros too as he tugged at the paladin’s clothes, “Take these off,” he commanded, and Lorien didn’t hesitate, taking a step back to free himself of his clothes - they were nothing more than restraints, preventing him from getting what he wanted.

The druid watched intently as Lorien eagerly tossed his clothes aside, seeing him so eager only added to Ondros’s growing arousal, and he wasted no time in ridding himself of his own clothes, allowing everything to fall on the floor around him.

Ondros admired Lorien’s body for a moment before he closed the gap, his lips inching closer to the paladin’s - even the young elf’s breath was desperate, his eyes slipping shut as he waited for the druid to claim him. 

The kiss was more tender than he expected, full of passion he wasn’t aware the elemental master possessed. With practiced movements, Ondros guided Lorien down to the ground below, settling the elf on the soft grass. It wasn’t comfortable, nor was it ideal, but at that moment, neither of them cared. The paladin stared up at the druid, watching as he procured a small bottle from the bag he had tossed. His curiosity grew as he watched the druid pour a suspicious liquid over his cock - the knot within his stomach growing tighter as the anticipation got to him.

Ondros gripped Lorien’s plush thighs, he was focused on one thing, and one thing only as he pushed forward, plunging himself deep into the paladin. The young elf let out a soft whine, his hands gripping onto the druid's shoulders as he tried to steady himself, though he was given no time to adjust as Ondros began pounding into him at a bruising pace.

Lorien whimpered softly as he wrapped his arms around the druid desperate to take more of him, even if it was more than the young elf could handle. The pain was intense, but the pleasure made it worth it.

“Ondros…I’m full,” Lorien whined into the druid’s ear as he buried his face into his neck.

Ondros picked up the pace, he was too far gone, and interested in chasing his own release - spurred on by the cries and moans of his name. The once quiet forest was filled with an obscene mixture of moans and grunts from the two elves.

The druid was getting close, his thrusting growing more erratic as he continued to chase his high, but it wasn’t enough, “Lorien…tighten around me more,” he growled, and like the obedient paladin he was, Lorien complied, and his efforts were rewarded with his own release growing closer.

“P-please…inside me,” Lorien moaned as he dug his nails into the druid’s back.

Ondros let out a hum of approval, his hips moving faster as he pounded into the paladin, who soon reached his own release with a moan of the druid's name. Lorien breathed heavily, desperate to catch his breath as Ondros continued to thrust into him - the pleasure boarding along overstimulation as the paladin’s senses returned.

It wasn’t long before Ondros reached his own release, his body going still before he pulled out. After his release, Ondros collapsed onto the ground beside the other elf. He breathed deeply as the aphrodisiac began to wear off, and the realization of what he had done hit him, “Lorien, are you okay?”

The exhausted paladin gave a short hum in response, turning his head to face the concerned druid. The soft eyes he was used to were back, and he could relax for a moment as the two lay together in silence, while trying to find some sort of an excuse before they made the journey back to camp.