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He strode along the winding path, adjacent to a stream at his right. There was an enigmatic presence to this forest, a particular atmosphere that impressed upon him a feeling of recognition. He was familiar with the aura, this forest indeed harbored magic and mystery, yet it was not a dark variety. It was simple, innocent, charming and mystical. He could feel it on his skin like a powder.
With one hand on the pommel of his sword strapped to his belt, he hummed a tune, the contents of his satchel shifting on his back. He possessed no mystical abilities himself but was open enough a man to realize the profundity of his environment. He was glad for it. Too long had he roamed the wastelands of kingdoms under bigoted emperors quarreling with one another for territory. Violence of all varieties plagued his senses and he was glad to be in uncharted wilderness again, though he struggled to forget the past. His mercenary occupation had been for the general good, as far as his opinions were concerned, but it was a life of brutality nonetheless.
A breeze lifted his spirits, cooling on an otherwise warm day. He had on pants and boots and a shirt, protected at the elbows and knees and shoulders with thick leather. Besides these effects, that and his sword and satchel, he lived off the land. He was more a nomad than anything.
It was a rustling sound that pulled him from his introspection. His hands gripped more tightly the hilt of his sword as he crouched and peered round the next bend in the trail. Beyond in, kneeling in the dirt, was a distinctly womanly hind end protruding from the thicket. He could not see her top half but the white cotton dress she wore stopped halfway up her calves revealing bare feet. There was something odd about her.
He approached, pausing a respectable distance away.
“Ma’am,” he spoke and her movements froze. “I only wished to announce my presence so as not to startle you.”
Her sudden still posture relaxed and the woman began to retreat from the brush into the trail. At first, he noticed bare arms. Her dress was certainly plain and proper, the neckline quite high. Her hair was a light russet color. She was rather lean, though not without a pleasant overall shape, and when finally he saw her face his heartbeat quickened.
She had a roundish face, yet lean around her mouth, with high cheekbones and thin eyebrows. Her nose was small and narrow and her eyes a vivid jade color. Her skin was also a faint pale sea green, not in an unhealthy way, but in a natural way.
“You’re an elf,” he exclaimed, rather stunned by her aura.
“Was it my ears?” she inquired in a charming tone, brushing back hair to reveal pointed ears.
“No, I hadn’t seen them. It was, if you don’t mind me saying, your skin.”
The elf looked down at herself and brushed a hand across her forearm.
“Ah, the skin tone of a woodland elf. I understand. I don’t mind you saying.”
He didn’t know how to reply. He had only meant to be polite and inform her of his proximity, and now he was struck and immobilized by her beauty. He tried to remember himself and not act like a boy.
“I’m Gareth, my dear, it’s a pleasure.”
She tilted her head, regarding him humorously. “Gareth, the name of a prince. Are you a prince, dear Gareth?”
“No,” he shook his head, “I’m just a wanderer enjoying the day.”
“I like that better. My name is Ethral. What brings you to the forest?”
“I’m afraid I’m escaping a rather barbaric life. I hate to admit it,” Gareth replied.
Ethral stepped close to him and laid a hand on his face. “There’s always time to change. I’ve foraged some food if you would like to have lunch with me.”
Gareth smiled and let her lead him to a small grove where she had an accumulation of fruits and nuts.
They sat and ate and talked for some hours until the sun was setting on the far side of the world. Ethral was charming and sweet and he was honestly saddened for the moment they would have to part.
“It’s getting dark,” he noted, sitting across the small fire from her. “I might be off soon.”
“To go where?”
“I don’t… I’m traveling.”
“Where?” Ethral insisted.
He hung his head. “I don’t know.”
“Spend the night here, with me. We’ll have each other’s company and the safety of a companion. You will never walk far enough to forget your past.” She was smiling at him, light from the flames playing off her pretty face and reflecting in her striking eyes.
“I don’t think I could refuse your company if I wanted to,” Gareth admitted.
He waited for her response but she offered none, only smiled at him for another moment and stirred the fire. He could not help his thoughts wandering to her beauty. She was not only physically stunning but during the day he had experienced her intelligence and wit. He enjoyed her tranquil company very much. When he looked back at her she was still watching him closely. Did she somehow know what he was thinking? What powers did an elf have?
“Gareth,” she said, her voice low.
“Yes?”
“It’s quite cold tonight.”
“That it is.”
She patted the earth next to her. He admired her frankness, and also her unique approach. He rose and sat by her, not touching her. She must’ve realized his hesitation and leaned into him, her head against his chest. He put an arm around her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and he couldn’t help his hand wandering her arm.
She hummed and turned her face into his chest. “I could see you were a good man when I first laid eyes on you. I can feel your heart, your intentions. I enjoy you Gareth.”
He didn’t know what to say and so adopted a lesson from her and did not speak. It felt better that way. He did not need to verbalize his adoration for her. And it had only been a day.
He woke, lying in the grass with Ethral nuzzled closely against his side. Her eyes were closed and her face peaceful. When he looked down at her the corners of her lips turned up.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked quietly.
“I slept very well. Perhaps it was your company that helped me.”
“It was,” she tittered. He smiled and let his head rest on the earth, watching the morning sky. Before he realized it she was leaning over him, her face inches above his.
“Hello,” he said.
“What will we do today?”
“Today? Truthfully I do not know. Yesterday I was wandering the path intent on nothing and then-”
“Me,” Ethral replied.
“That’s right.”
“Well, I’m something of a nomad myself. Though all woodland elves are. I have no obligation to be anywhere,” Ethral said simply.
“Well, that’s lucky for me.”
“Mmm, for both of us I think.” Ethral lowered her face and pressed her lips to his.
He relished in the obvious charm of kissing an enchanted being. When she pulled away she was grinning.
“I… don’t know what to say. You are wonderful.”
“You don’t have to say it,” she touched his face and presented him with another kiss. This one lasted much longer and her tongue probed into his mouth. Again he could not help his hands moving to the bare skin of her arms. She maneuvered atop him. He could feel her full breasts press against his chest, her crotch no doubt hovering inches above his under her dress. Finally, she pulled away again.
“You’re a dream,” he whispered.
She rose and brushed out the wrinkles in her dress. He stood as well, observing her.
“We should gather some food,” Ethral announced, looking about the glade.
“Agreed,” Gareth replied, though he did not want to part with his new companion. She smirked at him and held out a hand. He walked to her and took it in his own and they made off into the forest together.
They reminisced, informing one another of their respective upbringings, the two histories obviously quite diverse. Gareth’s story ended when his mercenary career began and he stopped walking. Ethral turned to him, considering his downcast features.
“It’s behind you,” she urged, placing her hands on either side of his face.
“No so far behind,” Gareth replied.
A tear rolled down his cheek. He was not afraid to show his emotions around her. She could see them anyway. Ethral kissed him and rubbed her cheek against his. It was comforting in a way he hadn’t expected. “I see your heart, I see your intentions. You are a good man.”
Ethral withdrew from him and wandered further into the woods. Gareth followed. The branches and shrubs were quite thick and he nearly lost sight of her on a few occasions. A bright light shone ahead and he emerged in a prairie, rolling hills and grass stretching to the horizons.
Ethral was standing some yards away, facing him.
“Before us is a wide open vista of possibility,” she exclaimed and tugged her dress over her head.
Gareth was struck by her nudity. Her sea green skin was almost silver in the sunlight, elegant curves all the more obvious without clothes. Her bosom, before hidden to him, was pert and healthy, substantial enough to weaken his composure. He strode to her, removing clothing as he went, leaving a trail across the plain. When he reached her he was all but naked and they embraced, sharing a passionate kiss as their bodies met.
They lowered to the grass, hands roaming one another. She was utterly magnificent and seemed enthralled by the strength of his form.
“I have never made love to a human.”
“Nor I an elf.”
Gareth brought his face to her pudenda. He was not sure what to expect but she had the vagina of a woman, pink and lush as any human's. His lips found those lush folds and he probed further with his tongue into the dampness, up along the ridge and eventually colliding with her clitoris.
“Uh, soldier,” Ethral grunted.
He pressed his mouth to her opening, suctioning the velvet flesh. She trembled in pleasure.
“Lower,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?”
“I want it.”
He gently probed her anus with his tongue. It opened slightly at his touch and he pushed a finger inside while returning his mouth to her vagina, sucking on her clit. There was an eruption within her of orgasmic revelation.
“I submit, captain,” she breathed. “I submit.”
Gareth rose to his knees before her, gazing down upon her closed eyes. Had she fallen asleep? It was okay if she had. But her eyes fluttered open and gleamed at him.
“I won’t be letting you go anytime soon,” she informed. “You’re stuck with me for many years to come.”
“I could be so lucky?”
“Yes, or I. Now, you are a respectable man, and I know you are satisfied as long as I am, but I am not so appeased.”
He lowered his face to hers and she accepted his wet kiss, tasting herself on him. This made her grin. With one slender hand, she grasped his erect penis and guided it to her opening. Gareth’s hands roamed to her breasts and he ran his palms over the soft skin, her nipples protruding under his touch.
“They’re so firm,” he commented.
“Odd for someone five hundred and twenty-four years old.”
He froze and she winked.
“That was not a joke,” he realized.
“No, it wasn’t.”
The end of his member prodded wet flesh and with that sensation he pressed forward, entering her completely as her legs angled outward to aid in his depth. His hands closed on her breasts.
“I’m sorry if I fondle you too much.”
“I enjoy it, but I have not yet felt your lips on my breasts,” Ethral teased.
He lowered his face to one of her nipples, studying it with his tongue. He rested his mouth against the side of her breast as well, around its enchanting surface. He nearly forgot to move in and out of her and thrust his hips. Ethral heaved in a breath and let it out slowly.
“You… are quite substantial.”
“Maybe it is you who is taut,” Gareth replied.
“Both, love.”
He moved in and out, humping against her in a pleasing rhythm. She hummed at his entrances as they quickened. Gareth had gathered her frame in his arms, hugging her close, her arms around him as well.
“I can feel your urgency.”
“I’m not too rough?”
“On the contrary.”
He allowed himself a little more enthusiasm. The warmth of her inside was lulling him into bliss, her smooth exterior reacting electrically with his. Her lips found his. His hands had finally discovered the roundness of her bottom, just as youthful as her breasts, and probed a finger into her anus again.
“Mmm, you devil,” she groaned into his mouth. “Please, you may have your pleasure inside of me.”
He let out a gasp and pushed into her fully, allowing seed to spread within her elven depths. It came in bursts, with each a slight thrust, her breasts swelling with every gasp as she took in breath. He laid her gently in the grass and reclined next to her. She leaned over, kissed him, and laid her head on his chest.
“We’ve only just met, and already you’re the most important person to me,” he said.
“I know. I feel the same. The world is full of mysteries,” replied Ethral contentedly.
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