The crisp morning air was thick with tension as Alnara stood over the small, rolled-up tent, her hands on her hips and her blue eyes blazing. The sun had barely risen, casting a soft golden hue across the grassy roadside, but Alnara’s patience had already worn thin. She knelt down, yanking open the tent flap with a sharp tug, revealing Ilyrana still curled up in her bedroll, her silver hair fanned out like a halo around her head.“Ilyrana,” Alnara hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “Wake. Up.”Ilyrana stirred slightly, murmuring something incoherent as she buried her face deeper into the pillow. Alnara’s jaw tightened, and she reached into the tent, grabbing Ilyrana’s slender arm and pulling her upright with a force that left the wood elf blinking in confusion.“What—Alnara, what’s going on?” Ilyrana mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.“What’s going on?” Alnara repeated, her tone dripping with exasperation. “We were supposed to leave at dawn. Dawn, Ilyrana. And yet here you are, still snoozing like a child.”Ilyrana groaned, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. “It’s not even fully light out yet. Can’t we just wait a little longer?”Alnara’s eyes narrowed, and she let out a sharp breath through her nose. “No. We can’t. Get up. Now.”When Ilyrana made no move to comply, Alnara’s patience snapped. She grabbed the wood elf by the shoulders and hauled her out of the tent, ignoring her yelp of surprise. Ilyrana stumbled to her feet, her coppery skin flushing with irritation as she glared up at Alnara.“What is your problem?” Ilyrana snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s not like we’re on some urgent mission. We’re just traveling.”Alnara’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. “My problem,” she said slowly, “is that you’re being lazy. And I’m not going to tolerate it.”Before Ilyrana could retort, Alnara spun her around and delivered a sharp spank to her backside. Ilyrana gasped, her silver eyes widening in shock as she stumbled forward.“What the hell, Alnara!” she cried, whirling around to face the taller woman.“You need to learn some discipline,” Alnara said coolly, her arms crossed over her ample chest. “If you’re going to travel with me, you’re going to follow my rules. And that means getting up when I say it’s time to get up.”Ilyrana’s cheeks burned, a mix of embarrassment and anger coloring her features. “I’m not a child,” she spat. “You can’t just—just spank me like that!”Alnara raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Oh? And what are you going to do about it?”For a moment, Ilyrana just stared at her, her mouth opening and closing as she searched for a response. Then, with a frustrated growl, she lunged at Alnara, her fists flying. But Alnara was ready. She caught Ilyrana’s wrists with ease, twisting them behind her back and pulling the wood elf flush against her.“Tsk, tsk,” Alnara murmured, her breath hot against Ilyrana’s ear. “Is that any way to treat your companion?”Ilyrana squirmed in Alnara’s grasp, but the redhead’s grip was unyielding. “Let me go,” she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else—something that made Alnara’s smile widen.“Not until you learn your lesson,” Alnara purred, her free hand coming down on Ilyrana’s backside with another sharp smack.Ilyrana let out a yelp, her body jerking against Alnara’s. “Stop it!” she cried, but there was a hint of desperation in her voice that made Alnara pause.The redhead tilted her head, studying Ilyrana’s flushed face. “Do you really want me to stop?” she asked, her voice dropping to a low, husky whisper.Ilyrana’s breath hitched, and for a moment, she didn’t respond. Then, slowly, she shook her head, her silver hair falling into her face. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Alnara’s smile softened, and she released Ilyrana’s wrists, instead pulling her into a tight embrace. “Good girl,” she murmured, her lips brushing against the shell of Ilyrana’s ear.Ilyrana shivered, her hands coming up to grip Alnara’s shoulders. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to be difficult.”Alnara chuckled, her hands sliding down to cup Ilyrana’s backside. “I know,” she said gently. “But you need to understand that when I give an order, it’s for a reason. Can you do that for me?”Ilyrana nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as Alnara’s fingers traced lazy circles over her skin. “Yes,” she breathed. “I can do that.”Alnara’s smile turned wicked, and she tightened her grip on Ilyrana’s hips. “Good,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “Because now, I think it’s time we made up for lost time.”Without waiting for a response, Alnara lifted Ilyrana into her arms, carrying her back to the tent and laying her down gently on the bedroll. The wood elf’s breath quickened as Alnara climbed over her, her hands roaming over Ilyrana’s thin frame.“You’re so beautiful,” Alnara murmured, her lips brushing against Ilyrana’s neck. “I could spend hours just touching you.”Ilyrana moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Alnara’s fiery red hair. “Please,” she whispered, her hips arching up to meet Alnara’s. “Don’t make me wait.”Alnara chuckled, her hands moving to the hem of Ilyrana’s shirt. “Patience, little elf,” she teased, pulling the fabric over Ilyrana’s head and tossing it aside. “We have all the time in the world.”Ilyrana’s breath caught as Alnara’s lips found her collarbone, her hands skimming over the wood elf’s sensitive skin. “Alnara,” she gasped, her back arching as Alnara’s teeth grazed her nipple.“Yes, my love?” Alnara purred, her tongue flicking over the taut peak. “What do you need?”Ilyrana’s hands flew to Alnara’s shoulders, her nails digging into the soft flesh. “You,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I need you.”Alnara’s eyes darkened with desire, and she reached down to unfasten Ilyrana’s pants, pulling them down to reveal the wood elf’s slick folds. “You’re so wet for me,” she murmured, her fingers brushing over Ilyrana’s core. “Do you want me to take you? Right here, right now?”Ilyrana nodded frantically, her hips bucking against Alnara’s hand. “Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I need you inside me.”Alnara growled, her fingers sinking into Ilyrana’s wetness. “As you wish,” she said, her voice rough with desire, as she positioned herself at the apex of Ilyrana’s thighs. The air around them seemed to crackle with the intensity of their connection, each breath a shared whisper of anticipation. Alnara’s eyes, dark as the forest at midnight, locked onto Ilyrana’s, promising a dance of passion that would leave them both undone. With a deliberate slowness that bordered on torturous, she eased into Ilyrana, filling her completely, relishing the gasp that escaped the wood elf’s lips. Ilyrana’s body arched to meet her, an unspoken plea for more, for faster, for the sweet oblivion that only Alnara could provide.

Alnara forcefully woke Ilyrana at dawn, chastising her for oversleeping and spanking her for defiance. After a brief struggle, Ilyrana submitted, and the two shared a tender, intimate moment in the tent, culminating in a passionate exchange. The chapter ended with Alnara preparing to fulfill Ilyrana’s desires.

The crisp morning air was thick with tension as Alnara stood over the small, rolled-up tent, her hands on her hips and her blue eyes blazing. The sun had barely risen, casting a soft golden hue across the grassy roadside, but Alnara’s patience had already worn thin. She knelt down, yanking open the tent flap with a sharp tug, revealing Ilyrana still curled up in her bedroll, her silver hair fanned out like a halo around her head.

“Ilyrana,” Alnara hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “Wake. Up.”

Ilyrana stirred slightly, murmuring something incoherent as she buried her face deeper into the pillow. Alnara’s jaw tightened, and she reached into the tent, grabbing Ilyrana’s slender arm and pulling her upright with a force that left the wood elf blinking in confusion.

“What—Alnara, what’s going on?” Ilyrana mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep.

“What’s going on?” Alnara repeated, her tone dripping with exasperation. “We were supposed to leave at dawn. Dawn, Ilyrana. And yet here you are, still snoozing like a child.”

Ilyrana groaned, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. “It’s not even fully light out yet. Can’t we just wait a little longer?”

Alnara’s eyes narrowed, and she let out a sharp breath through her nose. “No. We can’t. Get up. Now.”

When Ilyrana made no move to comply, Alnara’s patience snapped. She grabbed the wood elf by the shoulders and hauled her out of the tent, ignoring her yelp of surprise. Ilyrana stumbled to her feet, her coppery skin flushing with irritation as she glared up at Alnara.

“What is your problem?” Ilyrana snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s not like we’re on some urgent mission. We’re just traveling.”

Alnara’s lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. “My problem,” she said slowly, “is that you’re being lazy. And I’m not going to tolerate it.”

Before Ilyrana could retort, Alnara spun her around and delivered a sharp spank to her backside. Ilyrana gasped, her silver eyes widening in shock as she stumbled forward.

“What the hell, Alnara!” she cried, whirling around to face the taller woman.

“You need to learn some discipline,” Alnara said coolly, her arms crossed over her ample chest. “If you’re going to travel with me, you’re going to follow my rules. And that means getting up when I say it’s time to get up.”

Ilyrana’s cheeks burned, a mix of embarrassment and anger coloring her features. “I’m not a child,” she spat. “You can’t just—just spank me like that!”

Alnara raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Oh? And what are you going to do about it?”

For a moment, Ilyrana just stared at her, her mouth opening and closing as she searched for a response. Then, with a frustrated growl, she lunged at Alnara, her fists flying. But Alnara was ready. She caught Ilyrana’s wrists with ease, twisting them behind her back and pulling the wood elf flush against her.

“Tsk, tsk,” Alnara murmured, her breath hot against Ilyrana’s ear. “Is that any way to treat your companion?”

Ilyrana squirmed in Alnara’s grasp, but the redhead’s grip was unyielding. “Let me go,” she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else—something that made Alnara’s smile widen.

“Not until you learn your lesson,” Alnara purred, her free hand coming down on Ilyrana’s backside with another sharp smack.

Ilyrana let out a yelp, her body jerking against Alnara’s. “Stop it!” she cried, but there was a hint of desperation in her voice that made Alnara pause.

The redhead tilted her head, studying Ilyrana’s flushed face. “Do you really want me to stop?” she asked, her voice dropping to a low, husky whisper.

Ilyrana’s breath hitched, and for a moment, she didn’t respond. Then, slowly, she shook her head, her silver hair falling into her face. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Alnara’s smile softened, and she released Ilyrana’s wrists, instead pulling her into a tight embrace. “Good girl,” she murmured, her lips brushing against the shell of Ilyrana’s ear.

Ilyrana shivered, her hands coming up to grip Alnara’s shoulders. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to be difficult.”

Alnara chuckled, her hands sliding down to cup Ilyrana’s backside. “I know,” she said gently. “But you need to understand that when I give an order, it’s for a reason. Can you do that for me?”

Ilyrana nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as Alnara’s fingers traced lazy circles over her skin. “Yes,” she breathed. “I can do that.”

Alnara’s smile turned wicked, and she tightened her grip on Ilyrana’s hips. “Good,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “Because now, I think it’s time we made up for lost time.”

Without waiting for a response, Alnara lifted Ilyrana into her arms, carrying her back to the tent and laying her down gently on the bedroll. The wood elf’s breath quickened as Alnara climbed over her, her hands roaming over Ilyrana’s thin frame.

“You’re so beautiful,” Alnara murmured, her lips brushing against Ilyrana’s neck. “I could spend hours just touching you.”

Ilyrana moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Alnara’s fiery red hair. “Please,” she whispered, her hips arching up to meet Alnara’s. “Don’t make me wait.”

Alnara chuckled, her hands moving to the hem of Ilyrana’s shirt. “Patience, little elf,” she teased, pulling the fabric over Ilyrana’s head and tossing it aside. “We have all the time in the world.”

Ilyrana’s breath caught as Alnara’s lips found her collarbone, her hands skimming over the wood elf’s sensitive skin. “Alnara,” she gasped, her back arching as Alnara’s teeth grazed her nipple.

“Yes, my love?” Alnara purred, her tongue flicking over the taut peak. “What do you need?”

Ilyrana’s hands flew to Alnara’s shoulders, her nails digging into the soft flesh. “You,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I need you.”

Alnara’s eyes darkened with desire, and she reached down to unfasten Ilyrana’s pants, pulling them down to reveal the wood elf’s slick folds. “You’re so wet for me,” she murmured, her fingers brushing over Ilyrana’s core. “Do you want me to take you? Right here, right now?”

Ilyrana nodded frantically, her hips bucking against Alnara’s hand. “Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I need you inside me.”

Alnara growled, her fingers sinking into Ilyrana’s wetness. “As you wish,” she said, her voice rough with desire, as she positioned herself at the apex of Ilyrana’s thighs. The air around them seemed to crackle with the intensity of their connection, each breath a shared whisper of anticipation. Alnara’s eyes, dark as the forest at midnight, locked onto Ilyrana’s, promising a dance of passion that would leave them both undone. With a deliberate slowness that bordered on torturous, she eased into Ilyrana, filling her completely, relishing the gasp that escaped the wood elf’s lips. Ilyrana’s body arched to meet her, an unspoken plea for more, for faster, for the sweet oblivion that only Alnara could provide.

Alnara, a priestess and her lover, Ilyrana the Ranger, travel the lands, getting spanked and having fantastic sex.

Lust on the Road

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