ORCS ELFS HUMANS & more: Pleasure, Passion and Love (Chapter 2)
This is chapter two of the story. I decided not to use the 45 pages I already wrote but to rethink. Please comment.
This is chapter two of the story. I decided not to use the 45 pages I already wrote but to rethink. Please comment.
A bit of sillines among saints and sinners
Here’s Part Two! You’ll notice I put a little dialect in the story, I hope you enjoy it! Don’t forget I always love positive or helpful feedback.(:
Kyle finally sat up after a few minutes from recovering from his powerful and intense orgasm. He didn’t remember even shooting so much cum so quickly! To his surprise when he sat up, he found innocent little Samantha licking his cum off herself. This wasn’t exactly helping him stay soft.Â
“Mmm big bro, your cum tastes so good!” Samantha said, giggling as she finished cleaning the cum off her face and chest.
Kyle was astonished that he had turned his innocent, sweet, little sister into a girl who craved her brothers cum.
“Samantha, what you did was wrong and we can never tell anyone, or ever do anything like that again. Do you understand?” Kyle said, with a stern but gentle tone to his voice. He wanted this night to end, as he was so confused! What if someone found out? What if… He likes her more than a brother should?
Samantha pouted, because little did he know, his babysis had actually tasted hot cum before. Our dear little girl has a dirty little secret, which you’ll find out about later. She knew how babies where made, and she planned on seducing him to fuck her. She wanted him to be her first time fucking and was intent on making it true.
“Oh big bro, I know. I promise never ever ever ever ever to tell!” She said, hugging him tightly in  her usual innocent tone.
“I do have one question though big bro. If a guy can shoot that stuff, can a girl too?” Samantha pried, hoping to trap Kyle into quenching her virgin pussy’s thirst. She knew almost all too well how to seduce and trick a man to do what she wanted.
Kyle stuttered. He was unsure of what to do next. Kyle care so much for Sam, and he hated lying to such a sweet face. So, he explained how some girls can do something called squirting. Samantha said that it’s no fair if he got to cum and she didn’t!Â
“But Samantha, you and I know that what we already have done was wrong. We can’t do anymore.” Kyle said, trying to escape what he knew was coming up next.Â
“B-but big bro… Don’t you love me? It wouldn’t be fair to make me hold off on something if it feels good.” She whined and pouted.
Kyle finally caved in and said he would, but this was the only time he was doing it and that they weren’t doing anything else ever.
Samantha squealed with glee. Her plan was working. Then she asked if she was supposed to have or do anything. Kyle instructed her to take off her shorts and lay down on her tummy, and she did. He then said that instead of using his hand like she did on him, he was going to use his mouth.Â
Kyle pulled up her sweet little ass and spread her legs a little, displaying her pink insides opening up for him. He noticed she was already drenched wet, and gave her ass a playful spank.Â
“Oooohhhhhhb big bro.” She moaned.
Kyle spanked her a little harder this time. Samantha began moaning harder and louder each time he would smack her firm young ass. Her right cheek was turning red from her bro’s hand but Kyle couldn’t stop. Hearing his little sister moaning for him had gotten his dick throbbing hard, and it was throbbing for her.
While doing this, Kyle was wondering if the love between he and his sister was starting to grow. Was it maybe more than just the love of brother and sister? Could it be that… Maybe… He wanted something more?Â
While Kyle was thinking about this and spanking Samantha’s sexy bottom, her virgin pussy was getting so drenched, it was starting to slowly run down her legs. So Kyle stopped spanking her, spread her legs out a little further, and starting affectionately kissing and licking up each leg, cleaning up her sweet virgin nectar. Doing this made Samantha shudder and shake, over come with desire and a sensation. She wanted her big bro to make her cum again and again.
“Babysis, you taste so good! Don’t worry about doing anything or something happening, I’ve done this with a lot of girls so I know what I’m doing.” Kyle said, gently kissing his babysis’s slit. He was going to make what he thought was her first time being eaten out, the best she’d ever have.
While Kyle began teasing and kissing, Samantha was thinking about the first time she’d ever cum, and the guy who’d turned her into the naughty little girl she was now. But who was this mystery man? Well… I suppose we’ll just get into that later.
Kyle had gotten her rolled on her back, legs spread wide, and watched her display his virgin pussy like a blooming flower. More juices ran out of her tight young pussy. He saw lil sis’s face flushed from all the excitement so he got on top of her and kissed her. This was what he thought to be Sam’s first kiss. It was certainly the best.
Big bro had gently began kissing her lips, until he ran the tip of his tongue on his babysis’s lips, causing them to open for his to tongue to enter her mouth. Â They played with each other’s tongues, exploring the tastes and sensations. Kyle’s kiss even made Sam moan a few times. She was absolutely loving this.
This kiss made both of them begin to blush. They’d blushed beet red, and even though Samantha claimed that she hated being cute, she knew it made her cute and she did kind of liked it.
As they had finished their passionate loving kiss, Samantha leaned up, looked Kyle right in the eye, smiled so sweetly and said:
“Kyle, I think I love you.”
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This is my second story. It is by no means true at all, but Mike is based on me and Megan is based on a girl I work with that I think the world of.
This is my first story, so be nice. The people are real, the situation is real, but the names are different and this is how I dreamed of it happening
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Alright guys, thanks a lot for your positive feedback. I present you the thrid chapter of your beloved story, now with more sex included. Because my writing style is a bit complicated, if you have any questions please post them in the comments and I will answer them. Also, please give positive rating so the story can be seen by more people, thus becoming more popular! Thanks a lot guys!
Story is by no means true, but Justin is based on me and Alex is based on a friend I know
This is my story of ”The Best” for the CAW 10. It is about a blossoming friendship within XNXX, between an older gent and a young woman.
It was a cool autumn day in the little village of Locksbury. The villagers were bustling around preparing for the harvest festival, about midday a pair of strangers rode into the village.They wore black cloaks, hiding their faces, all the villagers were able to tell about them was they had some kind of armor on underneath the cloaks. The riders rode to the inn, dismounted, and entered the establishment, moments later they emerged and led their steeds to the stables before returning to the inn. Inside the pair sat in at a table in a dimly lit corner, ordering two mugs of meed.
As they drank a group of soldiers from the local garrison, comprised of two human and three elven males entered and walked to the bar, talking loudly amongst thenselves. A ROUND OF BREWS FOR ME AND MY FRIENDS the leader of the group shouted. After being served their drinks they moved to a table near the two strangers, being rather loud and rowdy. This continued for some time when The smaller of the mysterious pair spoke (identifying her to be female) Excuse me would you mind keeping it down, you are disturbing us, she said. The soldiers (obviously drunk) simply laughed at her. Why would we do that sweetheart? the larger of the humans said, we’re celebrating Garot’s (gesturing to one of the elves) promotion to corporal) and I don’t like a female trying to tell me what to do! he added with a snear. The female turned her head to the rude man saying I think you should apologize, my companion didn’t like your last remark. Oh, he didn’t the man spat, well he can just kiss my a–! He never got to finish the insult as his head suddenly rolled from his shoulders. The larger of the two strangers was standing, but no blade was drawn. As the corpse fell a hush fell over the room, it took a minute for everyone to realize what had happened. The remaining soldiers looked on in disbelief that their friend was dead, as it sank in anger replaced the looks of shock on their faces. In a burst of rage the four sprang up sending the table flying at the stranger. In a flash the stranger had drawn his sword and sliced the thick oak table in two, as though it were cloth. The elves being faster than a human attacked first. Two of their blows were deflected, the third landed a glancing blow, removing the cloak and reveiling what lie beneath. The armor was black with dark red trim. The helm hid all but his eyes and mouth, in fact that was all you could see of his flesh. His eyes dimly glowed yellow, and his mouth was in a snarl showing the large fangs as he stood to his full hight of 6’8″. The human soldier froze for a millisecond in fear, a mistake that cost him his life, as he was split in half. The elves who were farther away had time to indentify their foe. Their eyes widened as they realized the creature before them was a lycan warrior, one of the most feared combatants in the seven realms. The lycan growled, taking a step towards the elves, who began to back away. Quietly the female rose and walked to the male pulling back her hood to reveil her stunning feature, those sparkling blue eyes, and soft skin. She placed her hand on his chest, softly whispering to him, obviously calming him. After calming him down she turned to the elves and told them to claim their fallen comrads and leave. The elves nodded and sheathed their swords. The lycan male sheathed his own after more persuading from the female, and sat in his chair keeping an eye on the elves while the gathered the remains the the two humans. As they headed for the door the eldest of them turned and apologised for his friends remark.
The lycans payed for the damage and retired to their room for the night. Aidan! the female said, addressing the male sternly, You have got to learn to control that temper of yours! It well be the death of you one day. Yes Ceren, my love, I know but he…. Aidan said. NO BUTS Ceren said, cutting him off. Sitting side by side on the bed stroked his dark brown fur. I don’t want to loose you, she softly whispered in his ear, promise me you’ll stick to the plan from know on? I will try my little blood-tear he said using his pet name for her. She giggled and went to order some food as they had not eaten do to the earlier incident, seductively swishing her tail at him before putting her cloak on. As Aidan began to remove his armor he thought back to how they had first met.
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Years ago on the plains of Mobu a battle raged between the lycan clan Feuer and the clan Eis. (Fire and Ice) The clan of fire wanted to expand their domain over the plains. The clan of ice refused to let that happen, claiming the land a neutral territory. After one of many battles a squad from the fire clan had gotten seperated from the main army. After many hours they stumbled upon an ice squad who had also been seperated from their main force. They quickly joined in combat, for many minutes they fought until only two remained. A young fire warrior, a strong, agile fighter who’s skill with his sword was unrivaled. And an young ice clan scout, her speed was that of the wind, her skill with her dual blades was only matched by her beauty. With a howl of rage the warrior attacked with startling speed, the scout barely had time to dodge him. She quickly lashed out only to have blade meet blade. They fought on minutes turned to hours, and hours to days neither one giving ground. As the fourth days sun slipped from the sky they fell, their bodies completely drained, as they lay amongst the decaying remains of their fallen comrades they no longer fought each other but fought sleep, knowing if the other woke first they would surely die. Slowly sleep overtook their motionless forms, each preparing for death. As fate would have it the young fire warrior awoke first. He rose, retreaved his sword, and walked to the sleeping scout with every intention of ending her life. But as he looked on her still form he could not find the will to kill her. Instead he securely bound her to a nearby tree, placed a alconian elk hide over her shoulders and set to the task of burying the dead and making camp. The young female awoke to find herself restrained, and the warrior sitting by a fire roasting a small creature. As she atempted to loosen her bonds she drew the attention of the male. So you’ve finally awakened he addressed her with a grin. She did not respond but looked at the area around her, noticing the eight graves each with the occupant’s weapons marking who lay there. Why have you not killed me, she asked with great confusion, after all that is what you fire wolves do. The warrior laughed, Is that what your elders tell you? So you are denying that the fire clan started this war?! The ice scout spat, clearly outraged. We are partially to blame, he responded, but no more than the ice clan. HOW DARE YOU! She yelled, My clan had nothing to do with starting this war, It was you fire warriors who tried to take more than what you needed! Well I can see you believe the stories our clan elders have told, he responded, I was part of ambassador Akilah Shadowfang’s guard. Therefore I was present at the event that began this bloody war. Would you like to hear what actually transpired, he asked her. Her curiosity peaked she agreed.
We didn’t just try to take the plains, he began, the Council sent the ambassador to negotiate a deal with your elders, and explained that our current lands were becoming overpopulated, desease was becoming more common. The ambassador even went to knee, begging for the land we so desperately needed, but your elders didn’t see it that way. They accused Akilah of being a spy, the next thing we knew the council chamber was swarming with ice guards. We formed a defensive perimeter around the ambassador, We hadn’t even drawn our blades when a spear was thrown. It struck the amassador in the chest, he died in my arms. In a rage we slaughtered every guard we could before fleeing with the ambassador’s body. The council of fire declared it an act of war, and we marched on the plains the next week, as he finished he brought her some of the meat he had prepared to her. When he handed her the food she looked into his eyes, and she knew he spoke the truth.
They sat in silence, till she spoke. He was your father, wasn’t he, she asked? Yes, he was, came the reply. As she studied him, she could sense his sarrow. They talked about the war, things they wish were different, and many other things. He learned much about her, her name was Ceren Snowpaw, she was raised in the northern woods and taught to hunt at an early age. she was called to service two years ago, the skills she learned as a pup had helped her become a scout. She learned he was Aidan Shadowfang, son of the fire clan ambassador, as noblity he was raised to be a warrior, and had been at the top of his class. His father had been so proud and swore his son would do great things. they spoke freely, they both felt a connection that neither could explain.
As the sun rose the next morning he released her and they continued to talk as they broke camp. They walked for some time when a group of fire warriors surrounded them. Well, well, well what do we have here? The sargeant said eyeing Ceren. A female from the ice clan, he said and by her armor a scout no less. What do you want Gral? Aidan said, his annoyance clear in his voice. Ceren’s eyes widened as she heard the name. (Gral Fleetclaw was known by the females of the ice clan as Gral the Vile. He was known for his interogation methods, it was said he loved to get hold of ice clan females, spending hours doing unspeakable things.) I was on patrol when I smelled an ice female an thought I would investagate, Gral said, it was so nice of you to bring me a knew toy. She’s with me, you bastard Aidan growled. So you’ve gone soft for an ice female Gral said, you know that makes you a traitor in my book, and you know what we do to traitors. Suddenly two of the warriors leapt at Aidan, as he blocked their attack he threw Ceren her dual blades. Together they fought their attackers, as Aidan finished of the last two warriors he heard Ceren scream. He turned to see Gral standing over her with his sword raised to strike. Without thinking Aidan launched himself at Gral. But the older lycan was prepared and easily deflected the attack, sending Aidan into a tree, momentarily stunning the young lycan. He came too with Gral’s blade at his throat. It’s time to die traitor, Gral sneered, as he raised his weapon to strike Aidan saw a shadow move from the corner of his vision. Gral’s sneer turned into a look of shock as the point of a blade protruded from his chest, as his lifeless body fell Aidan saw Ceren standing there out of breath, her saphire eyes seemed to glow, her hair blew in the wind, a small cut under her left eye made it look as if she were crying blood. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and in that moment Aidan knew he had found his lifemate. Well, are you just going to sit there Ceren said. Looking over the carnage they knew what their only option was. They left their clans and the war behind, deserters on the run.
A few days later they took refuge in an old barn, having just outrun a large group of warriors their adrinaline was elevated. They crouched in the darkness, slivers of moonlight shown down through holes in the roof eluminating their faces. Their hearts were racing as they waited silently as the group passed. As they waited their eyes met, and a wave of passion washed over them. Their lips met, first pressing gently against each other. Gradually becoming more firm, their instincts taking over. Their tongues sliped into the others mouth, swirling and wrestling. They quickly and quietly removed their armor, never breaking the embrace. Aidan’s hands slid down to massage Ceren’s firm breast, his thumbs rubbing over her brown nipples, causing her moan into his mouth. He moved his right hand lightly down over her fur, the claws barely touching her skin, sending shivers down her spine. It finally reached it’s destination, her soft virgin mound, he rubbed her puffy lips sending wave after wave of pleasure up her body. Breaking their kiss he traced a line down her neck to her left nipple, flicking it with he tongue before clamping his mouth over it, sucking and licking then switching to the other breast. Ceren was in pure ecstasy as she reached down to rap her slender fingers around his dick, pumping back and forth, making him moan on her nipple. Finally she pushed Aidan onto his back leaning down to lick the tip of his head, rolling her tongue over it before taking it into her mouth. Slowly she began to bob her head up and down, taking a little more of his length into her mouth till her nose reached his pelvis. Ooohhh, faster Aidan moaned, his mind afroth with pleasure. He placed his hands on the back of her head forcing her to speed up. I-I-I’m g-g-going to CCCCUUUUMMMM!!!! he howled as his balls tightened sending his hot seed up his shaft, into her waiting mouth. Her shock quickly turned to hunger as she swallowed his cum, sucking and licking him clean. Ceren crawled up his body, firmly kissing him, shoving her tongue into his mouth giving him a taste of himself. Her breast rubbed over his chest, causing him to again harden. His meat rose between her legs and began rubbing along her wet slit causing her to moan into his mouth. She reached down, guiding him in. She raised up to sit on his long shaft, with one thrust down she impailed herself, ripping through her hyman. She gritted against the pain, sitting still to adjust to having him inside her. Wanting to ease her discomfort he reach up and began to grope her mounds flicking the nipples. She bean to grind their pelvises together as pleasure clouded her mind. She rose and slammed down over and over. I’m close, she gasped as she neared her threashold. As am I, Aidan responded nearly out of breath. Please, Ceren begged him, cum with me. Her words threw him over the edge, she felt him shooting up into her the feeling sending her into a powerful orgasm. They shook and shivered as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over the couple. When they finally came down from their bliss, her exhausted body collapsed down onto him, before she slide off to lay next to him. I love you Aidan, she said weakly. And I love you Ceren, he said, I will always love you. That night the two young lycans joined forever as lifemates. For three years they fought, ran, and hid from their persuers. During that time they met others of their kind who had grown tired of the bloody conflict which ravaged their clans. They decided to join into a new clan, but as a large group would be too hard to hide it was decided to disperse until there were sufficient numbers to be able to protect themselves. A few weeks ago a runner had brought word that such numbers had been reached. He was quickly sent out with the gathering point, a small village that was well hidden from the eyes of the warring clans. Which brings us to the present situation.
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A few weeks had passed sense the incident in the pub. Aidan awoke and stretched, turning on his side he stared in awe at the beautiful figure sleeping next to him. A few moments later those glimmering blue eyes drowsily opened, What? Ceren asked with a giggle. By the ancestors, you are the most beautiful being in all the seven realms, he said, staring into her eyes. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face, leaning closer he softly kissed her their tongues gently massaging each other. She rolled on top of his hard chest, they began rubbing each others bare backs. She slowly ground her moist slit up and down his member, bringing it to life. He grabbed her rolling on top, before sliding down, stopping to lick and suck each nipple before he continued farther down. He gently licked her soft, puffy lips, up and down her slit. She moaned with pleasure as he took her swollen clit in his mouth, softly sucking and flicking it with his tongue, driving her insane with pleasure. As he played with her sensitive nub he drove a finger deep into her dripping wet cunt, sending Ceren over the edge, she ground into his face using her hands to force him deeper into her pussy. He greedily drank her juices sending her into another mind blowing orgasm. When she finally came down from her pleasure high, Aidan was holding her tight. Mmmmm, that was amazing she moaned as a mischievious look crossed her face. Now it’s your turn she playfully snarled, as she rolled onto his stomach. She swished her tail back and forth over his hardening rod. He reached up to grope her perfect breast, but she pushed them back over his head, holding them there as she leaned down kissing him over and over. Ooohhh stop teasing me he moaned as his cock throbbed painfully. Oh, here let me take care of that, she said mockingly, as she raised up and guided the throbbing rod to her love hole. Slowly taking in his full length till she bottomed out. He moaned in pleasure as he felt her harm velvet soft tunnel massage his dick. She began to roll her hips till he couldn’t wait any more. In a flash he had her on her hands and knees holding her hips roughly ploughing her cunt doggystyle. Uh, uh, uh, he grunted with each thrust. Yeah! take it, he growled between thrusts, yeah, you like it rough don’t you! Ooohhh, Y-YES, YES, GIVE IT TO ME, AAAHHH YES! she moaned loudly. He grabbed her tail so he could go further into her wet folds, giving her an even stronger sensation of fullness, and encreasing their pleasure. Their lovemaking was now pure pleasure, pure passion, like only true lovers can. Soon Aidan felt the familiar tightening of his balls, Ceren’s moans grew louder, signaling her orgasm. The intense feeling of her pulsating sent him into his own release, sending load after load of his seed into her. As she felt his cum it only added to her pleasure, and soon they collapsed onto the bed.
The sun was well into the sky as they again woke. They simply held each other, neither needing to speak. A few moments later they dressed and went down to order some food. They sat quietly talking amongst them selves while they ate. Upon finishing they paid and left. Walking to the stable they drew the eyes of the village folk, their helmets gleaming, and their capes fluttered in the breeze. As they mounted their steeds and rode into the forest the villagers breathed a sigh of relief as they thought they were finally rid of the frightening strangers. As they left Ceren glanced back, feeling some remorse for the villagers as she knew their fate. They rode deep into the forest passing a large stump they turned and rode into the trees. A little while later they emerged into a large clearing filled with an army of their bretheren. Riding between the tents, they stopped and dismounted, handing the reigns to a slave they walked into a large tent in the middle of camp. The soldiers inside, upon seeing them, stood and saluted. Stopping at the large table in the center of the room Aiden returned the salute. General Trel are the troops ready he asked? A soldier walked to the table, his green armor was covered with the signs of many battles fought. He spoke, his voice rough and sounded as though his throat was full of gravel, a large scar on his throat gave an explaination why. Yes Lord Aidan, he said, they simply await your command. Tonight the village will be celebrating a harvest festival, Aidan said, The soldiers will be distracted and most likely drinking. The garrison with be greatly weakened as around half of their complement will be in town with their families. Hmm, the general pondered, this is an interesting opportunity. So what is your plan? Well, Aidan responded, I will lead Eagle Company on an attack of the garrison. While Raven and Draco companies secure the village. The rest of the forces will first surround both the garrison and the village to capture anyone trying to escape. Also inform the troops they are only to kill the soldiers, capture the civilians, the only reason to kill a civilian is if that individual attacks you, understand? YES SIR! General Trel answered, saluting before sending the plans and message to the troops.
As night fell and the festival began, the villagers and soldiers danced, drank, and made merry, unaware of their impanding doom. Upon the stroke of midnight the Lycan army began the attack. First the main body quietly surrounded their targets, then Raven and Draco companies silently lay in wait on either side of the village. Finally Aidan and Ceren lead Eagle company to the treeline at the garrison. Ceren and a scout squad infiltrated, estimating the number of soldiers inside, then quietly dispatching the archers on the wall and opened the gate, before signalling Aidan and his men. Upon reaching the gate Aidan along with Eagle company let loose an ear shattering battle cry and charged into the garrison. Hearing the cry Raven and Draco attacked the village. The soldiers there never stood a chance and were quickly destroyed, the villagers were then rounded up and herded into the square. Meanwhile Eagle had their hands full as the soldiers inside had been surprised, they were still able to mount a weak defence. During the fighting Aidan noticed that Ceren held back from the fighting, only seeming to watch his back, he would have to talk to her about that later. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind focusing on the battle. While the soldiers had been able to mount a defence they were no match for the lycan warriors and were eventually killed, and so the village was taken most of them agreed to work for the lycans, those who did not were killed. After the lycans settled in and began to build the clan home (basically a town within a fortress) Aidan took Ceren to their room to talk about what he noticed during the fight. Ceren, whats wrong? He asked. You seem distracted. I was waiting for the perfect time to tell you, but I guess this is as good as any. She said, Aidan i’m with child. Aidan stood there in shock, as her words sank in
he grew overjoyed. Nine months later Ceren gave birth to two fine sons, they were named Garin and Atio. The whole clan celebrated with a feast, and the proud father showed off his sons for the whole clan to see. As time went on the boys as well as the clan grew. Garin became a fine soldier, a master tactician. Atio grew to be a great scholar, a man of wisdom. Together they built their clan into a mighty civilization, Their clan is now known and feared throughout the seven realms, for this is the story of the begining of the clan Wahrheit, The Clan of Truth.
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This is the first chapter in a little sex novel I`m working on. This first chapter doesn`t really have much sex and mostly buildup but definitely read this.
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Hi there ^^ erm, well this is the first chapter of Tale of the Elves, hope you enjoy. Check my bio for information about this series. This only has one mention of nudity in it, and it is more of a build up to the actual storyline than anything. I don’t write wank stories, this is a story with an erotic element. But don’t worry, there will be something rewarding next chapter, and in the ones to come. Thanks! (Btw, the themes up there are the main ones that will appear throughout the series / trilogy)
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Beneath the vast canopy of green summer leaves, the horse trotted between trees, it’s flanks mottled green with rays of sun dappled through the branches above.
Atop the large, dark grey beast sat a man, head held high, a look of contentment and peacefulness upon his face. He was dressed in a simple linen shirt and a brown pair of breeches rolled up to the tops of a pair of black riding boots. His cloak was slung over the back of the saddle.
Sheathed in it’s scabbard, a sword of two thumbs width was strapped to the steeds side. It’s hilt glittered faintly in the afternoon sun, the ruby set in the pommel glaring brightly. The reins hung slack in the man’s hands as he directed his steed along a hard-beaten path between the trees.
The saddlebags attached to the horses sides seemed to be umcumbersome. It seemed as though the man was travelling extremely lightly, and he might have been a common peasant were it not for his sword. His face, too, bore tell-tale signs of an extraordinary life. Though his face was handsome, his eyes a light brown and deep, a thick, knotted scar lay upon the skin beneath his chin, and the skin on his face held marks much the same.
Suddenly, the peace of the woodland was disrupted by a single, piercing scream. It sounded near, and the man started in the saddle. There was also the unmistakable sound of a blade being unsheathed somewhere into the trees on his left. Jumping from his horse and unsheathing his sword from it’s side, he launched himself into the undergrowth off the path.
He ran towards where the noise had been, and soon emerged on the edge of a small clearing. Snapping his head side to side, he caught sight of the disturbance on the other edge of the clearing, beneath the shadows of the trees. He could make out five, maybe six figures, wrestling with another on the ground.
It was a woman, of that he was sure. He got to the group surprisingly quickly, the sight becoming more clear the closer he got, his feet padded and noiseless on the thick grass and leaves. Four of the figures were holding the woman down, while one stood over her. The man noticed that the woman was soaking wet, and clotheless.
He felt as if he had intruded on something indecent. The woman’s face and her earlier scream, however, told the man that she was not in this position out of choice. Her eyes briefly met his between the legs of the man standing over her seconds before he was behind him. He hooked his arm around the man’s throat, pulling it backwards under his chin and snapping his neck instantly.
Looking down at the body, the man realised with disgust what they were doing. The man who he had just killed had his manhood on full show, his breeches unlaced and around his upper thighs. With no time to revel in deeper disgust, the man was suddenly aware of one of the bandits holding the woman down holding an evil-looking knife.
The man grinned, rolling his sword in his palm. This is what he was, who he was. He was Arealam, mercenary and former knight of the empire. Striking down the bandit next to him by burying the sword deep in his chest, Arealam moved just in time to see the one with the knife place it at the naked woman’s throat
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“One more move.” He snarled, pressing it against her skin so beads of blood appeared there, “And I’ll slit her throat from one ear to the other. Drop the sword.” Arealam did not obey immediately, and the bandit pressed the knife harder, making the woman hiss in pain. It was then that Arealam became acutely aware of the woman’s eyes changing, becoming paler somehow.
Kneeling, he laid his sword on the floor, not taking his eyes from hers. “Good.” Hissed the bandit. The others did not release their hold on the woman, still holding her firmly to the floor. The two dead men were not of concern to them. “Now-” The bandit had no more time to say anything else, however, as a flash of blue light suddenly flared by his chest, and he was suddenly flung backwards into the rows of trees, landing in a heap on the floor.
Not questioning his advantage, Arealam surged forward, picking up his sword and screaming a savage war cry. One more bandit fell before his sword, before the woman was able to move. One arm released, she reached up, inhumanly quick, to the face of the bandit on her other side.
Her hand gripped his throat, knuckles turning white, and Arealam blanched as she snapped his neck with her bare hand. The one remaining bandit, sickened and horrified at the deaths of the others, had already started running towards the edge of the clearing. Arealam made to run after him, but the woman softly laid her hand on his chest. “No. Let me.” She breathed, her voice as sweet as birdsong.
She raised her palm pointing towards the fleeing figure, and her lips moved in the ghost of words. Looking back towards the man, Arealam gasped as he suddenly dropped to the ground, clearly dead. For a few seconds after he dropped, the two figures stood silently where they were.
For the first time, Arealam looked at the woman properly. He found it disconcerting that she was already looking at him. Shock hit him as he saw the tips of her ears, pointed and poking through her light brown hair. An elf!
She was exceedingly beautiful, as all elves were fabled to be. Falling to one knee and planting his sword in the ground, Arealam bowed his head. “I am honoured to be in your presence, O elf.” He said, his voice shaking slightly. Elves were told to be whimsical and strange beings.
“Rise, human.” Came the soft voice of the elf. “I should be honoured to be in your presence, for you have just saved me from a most unpleasant experience.” Her voice contained authority, and Arealam rose unsteadily to his feet. His position was not made easier by the fact that she was totally naked before him, and beautiful.
His eyes roamed without him telling them to. Biting his lip, he forced himself to meet the elf’s eye, away from her perfectly formed body. He was surprised to see her smiling. “I apologize for the state of my undress,” she said softly, turning away from him, “but those brigands caught me unawares while I was bathing in yonder stream,” she motioned forwards, through the trees.
“I was unable to stop them. Normally, of course, they would be no match for an elf, as you saw, but I am afraid I was complacent. The handle of his knife was quick to blacken my thoughts.” She turned slightly and pointed to a gash he had not noticed before, on her forehead. “I only awoke before you arrived, and my magic was slow to come after being unconcious.”
“Bastard!” Came a sudden, sharp growl from the shadows beneath the trees. Seconds later, something came hurtling through the air over the elf’s shoulder. The knife seemed to slow, centimetres before Arealam’s chest, before planting itself in his heart. The noise from the surrounding trees seemed dulled as he looked down, blood now pouring from the wound.
The ground behind him rose up to meet him, and he was suddenly staring up at the piercingly blue sky. A wordless moan escaped his lips as the pain of the wound hit him. His hands clasped around the handle of the knife, and his vision swam as the blurred image of the elf appeared into it. She was saying words he could not hear.
He screamed as she wrenched the knife free. That he could hear. Was she trying to kill him? He wriggled weakly in her grasp as she laid a palm over his chest, blood now streaming from between his lips into his short beard. It frothed as he moaned and spat.
It felt as if there were worms in his chest. Worms, crawling under his skin, inside the muscle. They itched, they burned. His hands rose limply, clawing uselessly at the back of the elf’s smooth hand. “Be still, Human!” Was the first thing he heard as his hearing suddenly came rushing back.
He gagged and spluttered as the blood pooled around his head suddenly swam over his face and streamed back into his mouth. He felt it running down his throat, he could feel the warmness of it suddenly sweeping through his cold body. He felt the cool touch of the elf’s palm on his chest.
Gasping once the blood was gone from his mouth, he gagged and rolled onto his side. Looking down, he stared at the place where the knife had been. Skin covered the spot, seamlessly smooth. His shirt was torn, but that was a small price.
He gasped. “How…?” But the question answered itself. She was an elf, a being of magic. “Thank you.” He could not express the depths of his gratitude. He raised himself onto his elbows, noticing the elf at the edge of the clearing once more, staring into the trees. “Where did he go?”
“He ran.” Muttered the elf. “I would go after him, but he is no major problem. We are on the border of the elven capital. It is surrounded by wards that will not let him get too close if harbours no ill thoughts for the elven kind. Though if he does, he might be able to get further in than he wishes…”
She turned to look at him again, staring at him with beautiful, unblinking eyes. As ever, she seemed surpremely unfaltered about being naked this close to a man. Looking at her form, Arealam felt a rising pressure in the groin of his breeches. The elves were fabled among the races as being the most beautiful and well-proportioned, and it was true.
“I left my clothes on the stream bank. I will go and fetch them. You, saddle your horse and meet me on the path directly north of here in five minutes.” With that, she disappeared through the trees. He did not ask how she knew of his horse.
Five minutes later, he sat astride his horse in the afore mentioned place, sword strapped once more to the saddle. He shivered as he caught sight of the elf making her way through the trees. She moved with grace, yet he knew she could kill him in an instant, perhaps without even putting a worthwhile amount of energy into it. She was now clothed in a simple, fitted white dress that ended breezily just above her knees. She walked barefoot.
Arealam’s insides squirmed at the sight of her. She was dressed so simply, yet she shined with a beautiful radiance that would have had any weaker man crawling at her feet. Her lightly tanned skin was smooth beyond comparison, and her figure rivaled that of the goddess of beauty.
“You will accompany me to our city.” She said as she reached the horse. “My mother would want to properly reward you for preventing such…occurences.” She looked up at him with deep green eyes. “You saved me from something I dare not think about.” She said softly.
“I need no reward.” He spoke with honesty and respect. “You saved my own life.” He pointed to the tear in his shirt. The elf smiled. “Still, my mother would still see it as a poor compliment of our thanks. Be honoured: no human has entered one of our cities for over four hundred years.”
Arealam knew of the war that had raged between the two races four hundred years ago. A truce was called after a hundred years of fighting, but the elves had sunk into their forests, and were rarely seen or spoken to after that. Their secrets of magic and nature were no longer shared, but tales of their beauty and knowledge carried on living.
Before he could speak again, the elf had taken a running leap at the horse. Strangely, it did not move as she did so. It seemed oddly calm in her presense. Her hand entwined with the harness as she gracefully leaped into the saddle in front of Arealam, not shaking the saddle at all.
“That was impressive.” Laughed Arealam. The elf smiled in return, pushing a braid of hair behind her pointed ear. Arealam noticed that the thin dress had pulled up her thighs as she sat with her legs pointed forwards. He shuddered. “Hold my waist,” came the command, “we will be travelling faster than you have before, I think.”
His hands burned as he placed them on her slim waist, and they were off. She was right; she was obviously controlling the horse to run faster than normally would have been possible. Wind lapped at his hair and stung his face as they rode, and forgetting himself, he wrapped his arms fully around the elf’s waist. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he thought he heard her chuckle.
They swerved off the path into the undergrowth. Normally, the branches would have swiped and clawed at them, but they didn’t touch them. They seemed to bend out of their way as they approached, creating a sort of corridor through the forest, only to close up behind them. Arealam stared in wonder at the magic.
The scent of her skin wafted into his face as they rode. It was intoxicating, a mix of wood bark, pine needles and other naturely things. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply. The smell was slightly overpowering, and he started to feel dazed, as if had consumed a small tankard of ale.
They rode for at least an hour. Arealam guessed it would have taken him fives times as long to travel the same distance, and never to this place; there had been too much undergrowth. They were stood in a beautiful glade, where a small pool of water fed by a trickle of water glimmered on the left. The bare grass on the right looked untouched; pristine green blades of grass that stirred faintly in the breeze.
“We must dismount here.” Came the elf’s cool voice from infront of him. After the sound of the wind rushing past his ears for the past hour, her voice startled him. “My people will have already been watching us for some time, but it would be best to show respect when entering the kingdom.”
Before he could ask where said kingdom was, Arealam’s gaze rested on the far edge of the glade. The trees there seemed to shine with a liquid glow, and the space between them, while almost perfectly transparent, seemed oddly mottled or hazy, as if surrounded by a film of water.
The elf had already dismounted lightly from the horse, hitting the ground without so much as a thump. Arealam got off with much less finesse; he was a talented rider and knew how to dismount, but he couldn’t help making the scuffles and thumps that were nescessary as he dismounted.
“It still amazes me how like children humans are.” The elf smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Always knocking into things, and with their dull senses.” Arealam was stung. “Aye, but if you are so sharp of sense, why is it that a bunch of half-wit brigands were able to approach you whilst you bathed?” he sniped back.
“I did not mean to offend.” Came the quick reply in her strange accent, and he believed her words. “I am aware of the faults of my own race as well as others, I was merely making a statement. I will not let loose my words so easily from now, forgive me.” Arealam nodded his head. “But in answer to your question, I was taken by surprise. I had sunk into such a state of relaxation that my senses were almost the same as a human’s. It took me a while to gather my thoughts long enough to summon magic, which you saw.”
Her tone told Arealam he shouldn’t broach on the subject. He said nothing more as he took the reins of his horse and followed the elf across the glade. She stopped just before the trees, and before the hazy barrier that surrounded them.
“I will warn you,” said the elf, turning and looking into his eyesm”the magic that surrounds our capital is strong; none but an elf can pass without effect. I will help you get through, but it will still be unpleasant. The barrier is a mix of emotions, thoughts and memories of our race, thousands of years strong, held together with the strength of hundreds of spellweavers. You may see things you can make no sense of, things that make you feel emotions you did not know you had. Whatever you do, do not try and force the feeling away. You would die, and perhaps kill me through you.”
“It is meant to kill trespassers, none of which could ever mean us anything but harm, for if they did not mean us harm, the magic would have turned them away from this place by now. You only managed to get here because you are with me.”
Arealam nodded, a sense of trepidation rising in his gut. He looked sideways at his horse. “Won’t-”
“No.” She cut in. “Horse’s minds, though beautiful, aren’t as intricate as a human’s or an elf’s. She will not be affected.” Arealam took her at her word, and let her pull the reins from his grasp. He laid his palm in her offered one, feeling her small, cool hand wrap around his own as if he were a child.
She stepped through the barrier, disturbing it slightly. A few seconds later, it had changed back, giving it it’s transparent look again. She turned and looked at him through the haze. “Come.” She said, and he was surprised to hear her voice unchanged. “Step through.” Taking a deep breath, he abided.
It was if he had passed through a sheet of lukewarm water. The feeling was pleasant, and he was suddenly filled with a feeling of contentment and happiness that was not his own. A smile lingered upon his face. Moments later, though, this changed to one of such anger he thought he would die of the pressure forcing itself from within his skull.
Visions flooded into his mind. He could not make sense of them. One, an elfen child, climbing the roots of a massive golden tree. This quickly changed to another, of tongues of flame burning a city hidden within the trees to ashes, smoke pouring into the sky, changing again to one of a brute of a man burying a dagger in a weak-looking elf’s chest…
He collapsed onto the leaf-strewn floor, body shuddering. His emotions changed rapidly, from hot, white anger to serene calm, to a mix of both and back to anger. A choked gurgle escaped from his mouth before a last gasp escaped him, and he lay still. The elf, shocked by the vigour of the effect the boundary had on him, knelt down beside him, laying her palm on his cheek.
She lifted her head up, looking into the canopy of leaves. “Genrde.” She called into the trees. “Genrde altovisá!” Her voice echoed strangely in the seemingly empty forest.
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