Sword Dance Elf Girl

Amu was skilled with a sword, a three-foot-three-inch longsword.
His movements were swift and flawless.
Each time he finished, he was neither out of breath nor sweating; it was said that such skill was rare in the martial world.
Shang was Amu's master, an old man without a surname.
Every time he watched Amu practice, he would cough a few times, lean on his cane, and turn back to his house.
But this time was an exception. He sat there, speechless for a long time.
"Have you met some girl?"
Amu stood there, sword in hand. "Yes."
"Your sword has lost its offensive power; it's only beautiful. Who is that girl?"
The peach blossoms were at their most beautiful in April.
Amu was washing and sharpening his sword by the stream, petals falling, turning the water almost pink.
Suddenly, a splash came from the center of the stream. Amu immediately stood with his sword horizontally, every cell in his body tense.
Emerging from the water wasn't an assassin or an enemy, but a long-haired girl, her eyes wide with anger. "Hey, you've been washing your sword for so long, are you done yet? I want to get out!"
Amu stood there, his face burning.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, get out of the way, this young lady wants to get ashore!"
Only then did Amu realize he had been staring at her for so long. He quickly picked up his sword and turned to leave.
He had never felt his thoughts so chaotic. A swordsman's state of mind determines the precision and power of his strikes. Amu had always thought he was completely focused, but he never expected someone to throw him off balance.
But what a captivating girl she was! A delicate face, lips like cinnabar, black hair flowing down her shoulders. As water droplets slid down the peach blossom-scented stream, she frowned in reproach, her fragrant shoulders slightly exposed above the water, her alluring pink and white skin contrasting beautifully with the emerald green of the spring, making one's blood boil.
Amu frowned, quickly suppressing his thoughts. His master had said, "Do not let material possessions sway your mind, nor let emotions influence your swordplay." It seemed there truly were things in this world that could shake one's resolve.
Just as he was about to walk away, he suddenly heard a cry: "Ah, help!"
Amu instinctively turned around and saw a snow-white figure shrouded in a white veil, trembling and shrinking. Without thinking twice, Amu rushed over.
Opposite him was a large snake, its long tongue flicking, aimed directly at the girl, poised to attack.
Seeing Amu, the girl instinctively jumped into his arms, and Amu swung his sword, severing the snake's head in one swift motion. Only then did he realize the soft, fragrant warmth within him. In all his life, this was the first time he had seen a woman so close. For some reason, Amu felt a surge of heat throughout his body, and something he had never experienced before began to rise like bamboo shoots. Amu couldn't resist stealing a glance at the girl in his arms; her skin was as white as snow, soft and exuding a delicate fragrance. His chest stood proudly erect, two pink points faintly visible beneath the white veil, intoxicatingly beautiful.
Though it was only a brief moment, it felt incredibly long to Amu, who suddenly wanted to hold her like that forever.
The girl in his arms was still trembling from the earlier trauma, forgetting to cover herself. She nestled against Amu's strong chest, unwilling to leave this safe haven.
After a long while, the girl looked up at Amu. What a handsome man, with a resolute face and unwavering eyes, holding her so tightly. She slowly forgot the danger from before. "I didn't realize he was such a handsome guy. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to repay that old man for saving my life," she said, pulling off the white veil and standing on tiptoe to kiss Amu's lips.
Amu was stunned, his mind going blank. His hands and feet began to move uncontrollably, and somehow he found himself caressing the girl's body.
The girl, panting, desperately tugged at Amu's clothes, quickly stripping him naked. As their bodies pressed together, Amu felt every hair on his body swell, his blood rushing to his head. His hands began exploring the girl's body, a frantic, inexplicable caress, seemingly wanting only to feel every inch of the woman's skin, smooth as silk. Her slender waist, her round, pert buttocks, then his hands traveled to her chest, grasping her two firm breasts. Amu found his breathing becoming rapid, a strength he wanted to unleash but couldn't find where it came from. The girl in his arms closed her eyes, letting him invade her wantonly.
Slowly, the girl fell back, lying asleep on the grass covered in wildflowers. The pale yellow of the wildflowers, the tender green of the grass, combined with her snow-white skin—a celestial girl, lying there, at his mercy, how breathtaking! At this moment, Amu couldn't care less about anything else. All he could do was pounce on her, like he would pounce on a wild animal during a hunt. He kissed her, caressed her with his hands, from top to bottom. Only then did he realize that women were different from men; they both had a tuft of hair down there, but nothing else, only a faint slit visible. The pinkish hue against the black hair was surprisingly beautiful. Amu curiously stroked it. The girl let out a low moan. Amu looked at her; she was biting her finger, her face flushed, and turned her head away. Amu realized that this moan wasn't from pain, but from pleasure. So he was no longer afraid, gently continuing to caress her, and holding her even tighter. But he felt himself becoming increasingly unable to calm down, while the girl in his arms was already panting heavily. Just as he was losing his composure, the girl suddenly shyly scolded, "You're such a fool."
Then Amu felt his erection being grabbed and guided to a very smooth and warm place, but it stopped. The girl's other hand stroked his face, her cheeks flushed. "Sigh, you're lucky. I never thought my first man would be you." Amu felt his erection pressing against the hottest part of the girl's body, then slowly pushing in, pushing in... "Ah!" The girl frowned. Amu felt a sudden slip, and then his erection was enveloped by a warm, tight sheath. Suddenly, as if finding its home, Amu knew how to release the throbbing within him. He instinctively moved back and forth, rubbing and thrusting his erection inside the sheath. He looked at the girl beneath him, groaning and frowning, her body burning hot, and he had just entered that mysterious crevice. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, and to unleash that urge, he knew how to manipulate his body. Like a wild beast, Amu suddenly lifted the girl's legs and forcefully thrust his erection into her. The girl's low moans immediately turned into cries of "Ah, ah..." "Idiot, be gentle with me, be a little gentler, okay? It hurts a little." The girl opened her eyes dazedly, her hands tightly gripping Amu's arms. Amu didn't care about anything else; he was now a wild beast, and the only thing he wanted to do was to release the urge within him. He held the girl's pinkish-white buttocks, watching his erection move in and out of her crevice. Each thrust brought out a bit of tender pink flesh, and a lot of pink fluid slowly flowed down the girl's upturned buttocks with each thrust. He vaguely saw blood behind his bulge. Startled, he immediately stopped and asked, "Will you get hurt like this?" The girl, seeing him stop, twisted her body, seemingly unable to stop. "Quick, quick, don't stop, I'm fine." Amu picked the girl up, and she obediently clamped her legs around him. He lifted her buttocks with his hands and thrust upwards repeatedly. Watching the two small white rabbits bouncing in the girl's arms, Amu felt his vision blurring, a tingling sensation shooting from his spine to his head. He held the girl tightly, roaring as he spread her buttocks with both hands, desperately thrusting with his bulge. The girl clung tightly to his shoulders, holding her breath. Finally, Amu felt something spurt out from his bulge—once, twice, three times… The bulge kept throbbing, and the girl in his arms trembled with each thrust. Holding each other like that, Amu and the girl remained in this position like statues.
After a long while, Amu slowly lowered the girl. As he withdrew his erection, the girl was still trembling. Only then did he have time to examine her genitals closely. The slit had slightly opened, revealing a pink color and a small black hole—the spot where he had entered. He saw a thick, cloudy liquid slowly flowing from there, and felt the hole opening and closing intermittently. He was stunned. The girl sat up slowly, tears still in her eyes. As she slowly put on her clothes, she said, "I didn't expect it to be you. I'll remember you." Suddenly, she reached out and lifted Amu's face, as if trying to see him clearly, and asked, "Can you tell me your name?" "A...Amu," Amu stammered.
The girl finished dressing, looked back at the stunned Amu, and as if making a decision, resolutely turned and left, a fragrance gradually fading away. Amu suddenly seemed to remember something, "You...what's your name?"
There was no answer, only the echo of the valley.
[The End]

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