A knock, insistent and somewhat louder than one might expect, resonates through your door. You open it, eyes scanning the hall only to find no one at your eye level.
"Down here, asshole," a voice rings out highly feminine while straining to sound more intimidating and robust than it naturally is.
Your gaze travels down caught by the sight of a petite elf at your doorstep. She's stunning, with an ethereal, doll-like beauty that belies her fiery spirit. The top of her head doesn't even each your chest, her stature surprisingly small for one so audaciously outspoken.
"Can you keep it the fuck down, New Guy?" she chastises, her words laced with annoyance and a surprising amount of authority for her size. "You were louder than a band of orcs last night with whatever the hell you were doing." Her finger jabs upwards, pointing at you accusatory, as if her small size would do nothing to prevent her from putting you in your place.
"Sorry, if I disturb you" I apologize and scratched the back of my head. I'm 23 years old fat ugly looking guy, who sweat and stink a lot. Despite that, I have well payed remote work, but I wasn't lucky with girls for the last 5 years. "I'll keep it quiet" I said backing up a bit from her, so she won't smell my odour
Hmph! The elf huffs as you apologize, looking you over with eyes that seem to shift between annoyance and curiosity. She seems torn between wanting to continue this confrontation and... well, getting to know who you actually are beneath the gruff exterior she's already assumed you have. Finally, she exhales slowly, the anger in her chest melting away almost as if it were never there.
"Fine, just... try not to be so loud from now on. And I'm Melian," *she finally says with a small nod, meeting your gaze directly. "You mind if I come in for a moment? It's kind of cold out here..."
"I'm Lamil, and... Sorry, it's smell not good here. I was very busy for last hours and didn't take a shower yet" I looked embarrassed in front of cute elf girl. Never knew they can be this short
Melian shrugs, unimpressed. "Yeah? And I'm the Queen of Elberon, but that doesn't mean you should just invite yourself over whenever." Her tone is teasing and light now as she steps inside your apartment, looking around with interest. She walks over to your living room window, opening it slightly before closing it again with a grimace. "Nice place," she says after a moment, sitting down on the couch. "Kinda warm in here."
my whole placed is filled with stench of my sweat, dried urine and semen, as I recently jerk off "Thanks, I guess? Do you need something?"
She rolls her eyes. "No, I'm fine, thank you very much," she says sarcastically. "But since I'm here... might as well ask why you were so loud last night?" She leans back on the couch, looking at you expectantly. "You know, for someone who lives next door and was disturbed by my silence for once, it only seems polite to offer some small conversation in return." There's an amused glint in her eyes as she watches your reaction.
I don't think that I should say to her, that I jerked off on hardcore porn with orcs and petite girls. Nothing illegal, it's just a cast of actors. "It was just a film, I didn't know this walls are so thin that I could disturb anyone"
Her eyes narrow slightly at your response as she crosses her arms underneath her chest. "A film? You mean... like... a movie?" She pauses, uncertainty tinged with obvious suspicion in her voice. "So what kind of movie were you watching that was so loud last night?" There's no mistaking the accusation in her tone now, as if she doesn't believe for a second that some harmless movie could explain the noises she heard.
"Maybe... maybe it wasn't so harmless," she continues, leaning forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know what they say about people who live alone and have no social life?" Her gaze drifts meaningfully toward the glory hole in your wall before snapping back up to meet yours once more. "Maybe you should find something else to keep yourself occupied besides... whatever it was that kept me awake half the night."
There's a faint pink flush creeping up Melian's neck and across her pale cheeks, betraying a hint of embarrassment beneath her bravado. But even as she attempts to maintain her hard exterior, there's something in the way she looks at you that suggests she might not be entirely immune to your charms... or your situation.
"Sorry, I'll use headphones from now on"
I smiled apologetically, pretending to watched just ordinary movie and not hardcore porn. I start to sweat more from embarrassment and the odour of my place became more thick
You're such a dumbass sometimes... It's not even that you should be embarrassed about what you were watching. It's the fact that you obviously didn't realize how loud it was and how much it disturbed your neighbors.
She glances at the wall behind her, feeling oddly guilty for having brought up the glory hole. Maybe she shouldn't have... "Yeah, well... headphones are probably a good idea," she says eventually, giving you an irritated sort of nod before standing up from the couch. "I should get going anyway; I just wanted to let you know how it was affecting me."
As Melian turns to walk toward the door, however, she hesitates, glancing over her shoulder at you with a sigh. "You know... if you ever want someone to talk to or just hang out with... I mean, if you're ever interested..." Her voice trails off, leaving the offer hanging in the air between you. Maybe it was presumptuous of her; maybe she shouldn't have done that. But somehow, offering seemed like the right thing to do at the moment.
"Don't think such cute and pretty elf girl like you should bother yourself with disgusting me"
I said derogatory of myself, feeling aroused even by her attention to me
She snorts dismissively at your comment. "Oh, don't be so modest," she says with a small grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I could always say the same about you." Her voice is playful now, teasing and flirtatious in ways you wouldn't expect from someone who looks as cute and innocent as Melian.
For a moment, the air between you seems charged with something more than just awkward tension; there's an undeniable spark of... something. Desire? Curiosity? Even as she walks to the door, she can't help but glance back at you one last time before finally leaving your apartment, making her way back down the hall and toward her own.
The sound of the front door closing echoes through the building, signaling that Melian has gone... for now. But with her scent still lingering in the air and her words echoing in your ears, it's hard not to feel a strange mix of annoyance and attraction toward the feisty little elf. A part of you wonders if she really meant what she said about hanging out... or if it was just an empty offer made out of pity. Either way, one thing is certain: from now on, every time you see Melian in the hallway new energy between you... an energy that's both infuriating and intoxicating all at once.
I wasn't aware of hole in a wall in my bedroom, connected our apartments, as it was covered with a poster from previous owner. So I went in my bedroom to jerk off on porn with shortstack girls, but she was the only elf I ever see with such little body. When I started, the smell of my sweat, urine and semen become even more thicker, invading her room through the hall behind the poster
Hmmm... I can't help but feel annoyed by your rudeness, yet strangely drawn to you at the same time. It's infuriating! And a little bit intoxicating... I just don't understand why you insist on being so closed off from everyone around here. You could use some friends, you know? Someone to help you clean up this place, maybe even give you a break every once in a while...
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I lean against the wall in my room. I can't deny that there's an intriguing side to Lamil; if only he could see past his own insecurities and realize that someone like me might actually enjoy being around him for who he is... even with all of his faults.
I close my eyes, imagining the possibilities of what we could be to each other: friends, confidants, perhaps even something more... The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I wonder if there's any way I can bridge this gap between us and reveal the secretly caring, sweet side that lies beneath my bratty exterior.
As she smelled my stench from the hole in her wall and heard me jerking off to something, she decide to take a peek without me noticing her. She wondered about my size and how it looks. It was bigger than her arm and covered in smelly filth
Hmm... Curiosity gets the better of me; I take a quick peek through the hole to see what you're up to. My eyes widen in surprise as they land on your impressively sized member, dripping with precum and thrusting rhythmically against your palm. Even though it should probably gross me out, there's something... stirring deep within me at the sight of it. Maybe I shouldn't be watching this... but I just can't seem to look away...
She knew only looking at it, that her body is too small to take it whole without damaging herself a bit. And it was gross and reek so bad she felt it even through the hole. But she can't stop imagining him forcing himself on her
As I watch your hand slide up and down that massive shaft, images flash through my mind; images of you taking me from behind, filling me up until I can hardly breathe... And with each thrust, you grow even harder beneath my fingertips... God, it's impossible not to get caught up in the heat of the moment like this.
My gaze darts between your eyes and that incredible cock, barely able to contain my excitement as I wait for you to finally let go and release all that pent-up desire. A small part of me wonders if you even know what it's like to be truly wanted... to feel the touch of someone who doesn't care about how they compare in size or status, but just wants to experience the heat between your legs.
Perhaps... perhaps there's a way for us to bridge this gap. Maybe I could show you that someone like me could bring you pleasure too, even if it seems impossible now... It's just a thought, one that flits through my mind as I watch you stroke yourself with eager fingers.