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A young student-teacher learns the joys of submission
A Favour turns into something else for Auntie Ashley
Let me start by inroducing myself, I’m Tom, 30 years old and now consider myself bi. The following stories are an autobiography of my sexual activities which I have kept to myself going on 10 years. I will attempt to be as truthful as my memory allows.
during my teenage years, I never considered myself bi. In fact, even today, I am not physically attracted to men. I simply love being fucked, and I love cock.
My first experience outside of straight sex occured when I was 19. I was and still am a very horny person and would frequently go online to try to chat up women and look at porn. During one of my late-night masturbation sessions, I started chatting with a gay male online. I was curious about what it was like to be gay and have anal sex, and I was open-minded enough to chat openly with this guy. Our chat quickly became sexual and when I inquired about anal sex, he replied: “why don’t you try it?” I was confused, but he quickly educated me. He instructed me to get some lube and start rubbing my asshole. I followed his instructions and started rubbing the outside of my ass with my finger. I was surprised at how good this felt. I wrote him that it was difficult for me to type while one hand was jerking off my cock and the other rubbing my asshole. He said it was ok and that he would just talk me through it.
Next, he said, stick one finger slowly into your ass. I pushed a finger in about an inch feeling my tight sphincter squeezing my finger. Again this felt great, and as I wiggled my finger around, I felt my ass relax and contract around it.
Then he told me to stick it in all the way, careful not to scratch myself with my nail and to feel the lump on the front wall of my rectum. I did this and all of a sudden an electric sensation coursed through my groin and my cock immediately became fully erect. I had discovered my prostate! I proceeded to follow the instructions and rub my finger in and out of my ass and push against the prostate, until I came like never before.
My experimentation increased over the next few months. I often fingered my ass while masturbating, but this made it difficult to surf the web while both hands were occupied, so I started using various kitchen utensils to stimulate my ass while I jerked off. I eventually bought my fist dildo off the internet, and had discovered a new friend.
Eventually, my chatting online became frustrating and I was looking for something more. I chatted with a few guys and checked out gay porn and became more and more curious. After a while, I met one guy around my age who wanted to meet in person. I can’t believe I did this now, but I drove 90 miles to meet him. I was dissapointed by his physique. He was chubby and not very good looking, but I had driven all this way and was determined to have my first man on man experience.
We drove around for a while and chatted. I was very curious about his gay experiences, and he told me about the guys he had dated and how his family was cool with it. I knew my family would never understand and knew I would never reveal this side of myself to them or any of my friends.
He took us back to his place which was empty as his mom was at work. We proceeded to make out (something I haven’t enjoyed doing with a man since) He proceeded to stroke my cock through my jeans and I did the same for him. It was my first time touched someone else’s dick and I loved it. It was so thrilling to feel the hardness and warmth even through clothes. He got down on his knees and slowly pulled my pants down, then my boxers. He reached up and took my t-shirt off and started touching me all over. I admit I was trembling from nervousness and not fully enjoying myself. He stood up and took off his clothes. There in front of me was the first time I saw an aroused man naked. I quickly reached a trembling hand to his cock and felt the warmth of his skin directly on the palm of my hand. I started gently stroking him and saw some precum ooze out of the hole. He withdrew and got back on his knees and in one gulp took my cock into his mouth. Now at this point, I was not extremely sexually experienced, but I had been with a few girls and had received blowjobs before. Nothing like this! He swallowed my whole 6.5 inches and had such pressure that I was about to cum within a minute. But I hadn’t driven 90 miles to get a blowjob. I wanted to feel his cock, to experience what it was like to do the same things to him that he was doing to me. I pushed him away and bent forward towards his cock. I admired it from close and took in the scent of a man for the first time. His was not a gorgeous cock, but it would do for my first time. Besides I was so turned on by now that I would do anything. I started by licking the shaft, then the head, then before I knew it, I was sucking my first cock. I discovered something about myself right then and there: I was born to suck cock. I took him deep into my throat and loved the idea of giving him pleasure. Eventually, we moved into a 69 position and sucked each other’s dicks with pure heat. I wanted so bad to feel him cum and soon my wish was granted. He suddenly stiffened and his cock began to spurt hot thick semen into my mouth. I had wanted to watch him cum so I pulled his dick out and aimed it at my face feeling and watching it spurt all over my face. That was when I started to cum and he sucked my cock deep into his throat and swallowed every drop.
I quickly showered and drove home. I was feeling very conflicted about things and still do to this day whenever I am with a man. I never contacted him again despite his several emails to me. I had promised myself that it was just something I wanted to experiment with and that I wouldn’t do it again. Time would prove how wrong I was.
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This story might be a little more confusing it contains two different POV’s the female character (written by me) and the male (written by Adam, Edited by me) it’s written how he would like it to happen the darker parts are his POV the rest is mine. This is the second part if you haventaready pleae read the first part before reading this…
The cold winds loudly rattle against the windows as the branches from a nearby tree scratch aggressively against it, consistently banging as if to wake me from my sleep. Slowly I open my eyes and look toward the south facing window , I scowl at the branches that silhouette against my curtains as they seem to decide that now I’m awake they can be quiet and my room fills with beautiful silence. Stretching I look at the red flashing alarm clock noting the time is only 9:05am.
“Ah sod off!” I mumble to myself as I roll over and stuff my head under the cold unused pillow beside me. It only takes seconds before the banging starts up again which causes me to curse loudly and throw my covers off my legs “fine I’m up. Look are you happy now?” I moan to the window which conveniently as gone quiet again. Stomping to the bathroom I turn the shower on and leave it to run a while as I pop down to the kitchen and put two slices of bread into the toaster. The room fills with the sound of Shontelle’s voice as I turn on the radio and dance around to her song ‘impossible’. As the toaster pops up I sway and slide my feet over to the cupboard to pull down a plate and out it next to the butter and apricot jam, quickly covering both slices I take a bite and head back up to my room.
I put the plate on the end of my bed and move to jump in the shower, cleaning myself off quick as my stomach rumbles a warning to feed it. Sitting on the end of the bed my hair wet and dripping down my back, my feet curled beneath me I devour the rest of my toast before moving to the vanity mirror to dry my hair.I lay there as fear grips me for the hundredth time since the first time I woke up in this bed. I need to think of a way to get out of here but my mind just keeps wandering, I can’t seem to concentrate on anything for long. My body aches all over, I think the tablets Debbie gave me last night must be wearing off because I’m starting to feel really tired and my eyes are starting to droop. It’s cold and lonely down here and without the chance to sleep all I have done is try to hear anything I can to figure out where I am but I haven’t had any luck with not being able to concentrate, now hopefully I will be able to close my eyes and get some much needed rest. It’s clear that I won’t be that lucky when I hear the soft padding of footsteps coming down the stairs. I try to look at her but my neck is stiff and it’s easier to just look up at the ceiling and count the strange red dots spread over it.
Its 10:15 by the time I make my way down to the basement to see three. I find him laying on the bed where I left him last night, his eyes looking up to the ceiling and soft mumbling coming from his mouth; it’s not loud enough to hear so intrigued I take a few steps towards him. Seeing the movement from the corner of his eye he looks towards me; I smile as he looks down at my body slowly taking in my curves which is barely covered with a short white lace dress. The strange thing is although the mumbling has stopped his mouth still moves silently. He moves his puffy eyes back to the ceiling and the mumbling starts up again.She walks into the room and round to the side of the bed so I can see her, I feel my body start to relax like it’s been waiting all night to see her again, my eyes travel slowly down her body noticing the bright white see through lace dress that’s clinging to her body like a lover snuggled close to every perfect curve. I feel my cock twitch at the sight. I need to fight this it’s the only thing I can do. So I move my eyes back to the ceiling and start counting the strange marks all over again.
“How are you feeling today?” I ask and smile but there is no reply, just more mumbling.
“I guess that brings us to rule number three.” I continue “When I call or ask you something you answer straight away”.
His eyes move to mine, his anger clouding his pale features.
“Fuck you” he growls looking away.
“Now, now three that is no way to talk to your mistress is it?” I ask climbing onto the bed and up over his legs, my hands rest just under his armpits knowing this will give him a full view of my boobs. For a second His eyes reach down to my breasts as he licks his lips and his cock twitching before determination sets in and his eyes move up to mine. Looking me right in the eyes he sneers
“You. Are. Not. My. Mistress.”
He leans his head up inches from mine, our lips a breath apart. Anyone else and any other situation I would think he was about to kiss me but the anger covering his face makes it clear this his way of daring me to do something.
“My name is ADAM not three. And I will talk to you how I damn well please” he growls never taking his eyes from mine
I know he means to piss me off and make me give up but he doesn’t realise this is the exact reason I love doing this. This is why I chose him. If they gave up so easy it wouldn’t be fun. He will give in they all do but his determination is what I like most, breaking an Alpha male that is strong emotionally, physically and mentally is what it is really about, what really turns me on.
“Are you sure about that?” I say moving down the bed, bending down and taking his semi hard cock in my hand. His eyes keep contact with mine and I see he is bracing himself for pain. I stroke my hand over his balls as I watch his defences lower and pleasure take over, lowering my head I flick my tongue out and lick my way up his cock, leaving little kisses all over it. Still looking him in the eyes I ask
“Wouldn’t it be better to admit the truth?” I take him in my mouth sucking him until he’s as hard as he was last night.
“Think about it. If you’re good to me I will be good to you.” Climbing back up his body I sit on his chest, bending over just enough that my lace covered boobs are inches from his mouth which he opens automatically. His tongue reaching for my nipple which is just out of reach. I start rubbing my pussy over his chest and moaning
“Don’t you think?” I ask again taking my boobs from their confinement and letting them hang, seemingly reaching for his mouth “do you agree” I whisper
“Yes” he moans back as I lower myself into his mouth, the heat from his tongue scorches my nipple in the most delightful way, I arch my back as he hungrily tries to suck more into his mouth.OH god she’s so hot, her breasts are perfect. She leans in and I begin to suck, swirling my tongue around her erect nipple. I want her so much. I want to fight but my body wants to give in. If she is the prize it can’t be that bad. For a second I consider giving in, just a second after all to have her like this without being restrained would be worth it
“See” I whisper “that feels so good doesn’t it?” I lower myself so I’m straddling his waist; my hot now damp pussy rubs against his long, hard cock “admit your mine!”
I take my boobs away from his mouth and press them against his cool chest “tell me your name and you can sink this hard cock into me” I kiss him softly on his lips feeling him open them for me as I slip my tongue in and caress his.
Moving myself over his cock I reach back with my hand and pull my lace thong to one side, he gasps as the heat from my uncovered pussy touches him, pushing against my mouth to deepen the kiss he makes a slight growling noise.
“Tell me your name” I whisper again as I lift his cock to the opening of my pussy and rub it against the wetness. A sudden change comes over him and he turns his head away from mineNO. I won’t be a number no matter how much I want her. I can’t believe I nearly gave in, she isn’t just talking about being with her, and she is talking about me giving up my life to belong to her, my wife, my job, family. NO FUCKING WAY
“My name is ADAM” he growls the anger coming back in full force
Disappointment runs through me, it’s not that he’s holding out but I have turned myself on and now I’m horny and need to cum. I can’t fuck him if he doesn’t at least break on one rule
“Fine you still won’t admit it you won’t get off” I growl back thrusting my face into his before sitting up and thrusting his cock deep into my pussy, he throws his head back as he fills me tightly going ball deep inside me, pleasure washes over him, removing all traces of his anger and hatred. He tries to pull out to thrust back inside me but I don’t move, finally he looks at me again. With an evil grin I laugh.
“This is for me not you, you won’t admit your fate then you don’t get pleasure.”
I laugh again as I bring my knees up in front of me and place my feet under his arms
“You will stay buried deep inside me as I make myself cum but there will not be enough movement to bring yourself off.”
He watches as my hand moves over my stomach and down between my thighs, I pull my thong right over as I spread my lips wide open for him, with his eyes clued to my hand and its movement I throw my head back as my right hand moves in slow circular motions over my clit. His breathing gets faster and shorter as he tries his hardest to push further into me.
“Oh god three,” I moan “Oh fuck yes, it feels so good” moving my fingers faster I feel my body start to heat up and my stomach begin to tingle, I move my hand down looking at three as I stroke his cock where he fills my pussy extracting a moan from him. As I move my hands back to my clit I give it a slight pinch which nearly pushes me over the edge,
“Oh three… you fill me perfectly, like god made you just for my pleasure” I moan as I stroke my clit, his eyes following my every stroke lust and hunger covering his beautiful face.
I pinch my clit again to bring me over and watch his face as my internal muscles clench him hard as my juices cover his cock.It’s starting to get so painful, my cock is so hard and I need to cum so badly, but she doesn’t move her hips and there is no friction. Watching her play and her pussy get wetter and wetter as she gets closer makes my need to release that much harder ‘You Won’t succumb I don’t belong to her’ I think to myself as I hear her breath catch, listen to her say how good it feels and how I fill her perfectly, then I feel her inner muscles clenching my cock hard. I throw my head back, fuck I want to cum. the feeling of her juices running over me, the warm liquid feels amazing as it runs down my shaft and over my balls. No!! I can’t think like that … That’s what she wants!
Pulling my knees towards his waist I lean forward so I’m on my hands and knees over his stomach and chest with him pinned beneath me and his cock still filling my pussy.
“That was amazing three. Imagine how great it would of been if you had participated, if you gave in, admitted your mine to do as I please”
Kissing him softly on the lips I lift my hips and hear his still hard cock slap against his stomach. Lifting to my knees I slide two of my fingers through my pussy before smearing my juices over his lips and pushing them into his mouth.
“Well I will be back later” I say not giving him a chance to talk before I leave the room using a little door behind the bed.
As I close the door I hear him shouting but the sound proof door soon cuts him off. Turning around I am confronted with the most amazing view of one hanging from a large wooden X, her hands and feet tightly secured with rope, her mouth is stuffed full with a ball gag too wide for her mouth and a vibrator positioned so it continuously vibrates against her clit. I’m interrupted by a tall figure standing in the corner.
I knew he would be here after all I asked him to be, Ignoring him I walk over to one and lift her head to look into her glazed over vacant eyes, smiling to myself I walk around her examining the ropes that have bound her for the last seven hours. Angry red marks cover her wrists and ankles and I can see her wrists especially have rubbed so much it has caused the skin to break. Reaching up I take her hands and pull them down towards me forcing a scream from her pretty pale mouth
“Naughty girls deserve to punished” I say as I pull harder.
The Wet track marks that run down her face towards her chin are smeared with dirt and her body is still tense and convulsing with pleasure from the pink rampant rabbit stuck between her thighs. Moving in front of her I lean forward until our noses touch
“If you weren’t such a useless bitch I wouldn’t need to do this!” I hiss my face contorting with anger and my voice becoming darker and menacing
“Sor…sorry miss, I’m so sorry… Please” she mumbles over and over as she tries to move away from me, fear emitting from her skin
“Maybe I should tell Matthew and let him come punish you” I threaten; although it might be nice to have him here he always was a good fuck.
Her eyes fill with tears again “please no I’m so sorry I deserve to be punished please punish me.” She begs.
I walk towards two who stands and bows as I look at him; I put my hand on his chest and kiss him softly on the lips, my right hand moving past him to the little shelf behind him. Picking up a black handle dagger I pull away from him and smile as I turn back to one. I cut the rope from her wrists and watch her fall hard to the floor; her face smacks off the concrete as I bend down to cut the ropes from her feet.
Taking her by the upper arm I drag her up, I notice the blood on her face caused by the fall and stop to look closely, running my finger through the blood and pushing against the broken skin pulling a whimper from her before pulling her out the back door. The ice cold winds wrap around my body making me shudder, I look at her naked body glad I’m at least clothed. We walk over to the middle of the garden and I stand her in front of me, and tell her to stand with her arms out wide and feet spread
“You will stay like this until me or two calls you in.” I say leaving her and walking to the house. I turn and stand in the door way for a few minutes to watch as she stands there, her eyes lowered to the floor and her body shaking
Soon I get bored though and decide to go into the kitchen and make myself a hot chocolate and a sandwich to eat while I sit watching the Jeremy Kyle show and think about three alone in the dark basement and one out in the freezing cold. After about an hour all of which two has sat by the back door watching one to make sure she doesn’t drop her arms I let him call her in and to tell her to go have a hot bath. He helps her inside and guides her to the bathroom they share so he can fill the tub with hot water.
I’m bored now so I Decide that three has gone without food or water for long enough, I take a big glass of water with a long pink straw back to the basement with me. Maybe he can entertain me for a bit. I don’t like being bored.
“Watch her in the bath; I don’t want her touching herself. Once she’s done she can have a slice of dry bread then cuff her to her bed comfortably, she can sleep the rest of the day” I say as I pass two on my way down to the basement.
The room is cold with the window still open, I find three with his eyes closed but he is still mumbling so I’m sure he hasn’t has a chance to sleep. His eyes look blood shot when he looks towards me and the puffiness around them seems to have got worse though it does nothing to dim his good looks.
“I have something you might like” I say holding the glass out towards him. His eyes automatically light up and his dry lips part
Careful to keep his eyes diverted he leans his head up and opens his mouth. Clearly the idea of water is enough to drive rule number one into him at least. As I press the straw to his tongue I hear gulping noises and see the glass empty quickly, its only seconds before he slurps the last bit and leans his head back with a sigh, his eyes closing.All day I lie awake unable to get that vision out of my head, her fingers caressing her wet pussy and the smell coming from her arousal. It has tormented me the whole time, but now another need has taken over. My mouth is desperately dry. Luckily I hear her footsteps again , I don’t understand why but every minute I long for her return, I hate that my body is betraying me but now she brings a drink. I look at the glass careful not to look at her, I don’t care about trying to get free or defying her rules at the moment, I need the drink more. As the straw reaches my mouth I gulp it quick worried she might decide to take it away again to punish me.
As I finish the last bit, my body already starting to feel better I close my eyes and lean my head back.
“Now that you have hydrated yourself I need to cum again, and this time you will use your tongue” I hear her say, as she pulls her thongs down over her hips and climbs onto the bed beside me before straddling my face.
I realise I have been waiting for this since this morning, the vision that has haunted me all day is now real and right above my mouth, I run my tongue up her inner thigh catching the droplets of juice running down her spread legs, her hands reach for the bed posts as she bends down and her pussy lips reach my mouth. I reach up and slide my tongue inside her. She arches her back with pleasure gyrating to guide my tongue to her swollen clit. It smells divine and tastes so good satisfying my craving. My tongue slides around her clit.
‘Oh fuck she tastes so good.’
I feel her bounce on my face, covering it with her juices. she’s close I know it the sound of her breathing coming so quick; I suck her clit into my mouth and tug gently with my teeth as she explodes all over my face. I gag with the amount of cum she drops down my throat, she cums hard but I keep going I’m desperate for more of her moans as my tongue goes deeper and harder. She begins to moan loud and hard encouraging me to move faster. The taste is so good, sweet and tangy at the same time like strawberries. I want it all over me. And the moment arrives,
“OH FUCK” she screams loudly as I’m drowned in more of her delicious cum. I slow my licking but lap every bit I can reach
trying to get my breathing under control I push my legs down his waist and drop on top of him, I notice his breathing is as quick and short as mine, resting my face in the crease of his neck I caress my hands over his chest and up his neck. I lift my head and look him in the eyes as I descend my lips on his, licking my tongue over his lips and tasting my juices I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and gently graze it with my teeth.
“Jesus three, that was so good. Even better than Tw…” I stop realizing I was about to mention another slave when three doesn’t even know about them, his closed eyes open slightly as they fill with confusion. I lean back down and press my lips to his before climbing off him “you know three, you clearly love eating my pussy, you love me sucking your cock and we both know you want to fuck me so what do you have to gain from fighting this? You could have all that whenever I want and you would love every second of it believe me” I say to take his mind from my almost slip up “well anyway that was fun” I say with a wink “I might pop in later with another drink for you before bed” I finish off as I walk away back up the stairs.
It’s only 5:46pm and I’m still bored, I can’t think of what to do.
‘God I hate Saturday afternoon’ I think to myself as I walk to my room and I start to remove the white lace dress before climbing into the shower.
As the hot water pelts against my skin rinsing away all traces of the sweet smelling bubbles that were covering my smooth naked body just seconds before I lean my hands on the back wall of the shower facing the spraying water and bow my head letting it spray hard against my aching shoulders. Shocked I hear a small cough behind me, I turn to find two standing with his head bowed and a phone in his hand. Confused I move away from the spraying water and reach for the phone, two would never interrupt me in the shower without a good reason he knows all too well what I would do at such an interruption
“Hello?” I say cautiously into the phone
“Hey baby, how are you?” I instantly relax and lean my back against the cool shower wall as the comforting voice of Matthew fills my head
“Oh Matty, it’s so good to hear from you, I was just threatening one with calling you, how have you been?” I laugh
“I’m good baby girl, what’s she done now?” his voice darkens slightly as I bring up his ex and the fact that she may have done something to piss me off
“Oh she tripped and let on to my new slave that we weren’t alone. She has been tied all night and left in the freezing wind and rain for an hour.”
“A new slave huh? What’s this one?” he laughs, he often says that I seem to be getting too into the idea of owning people, that one day I will have my own sex army we both laugh about it but I have to admit the idea does intrigues me. An army of men and women whose sole purpose and pleasure is to please my every sexual need and want without a second thought is a pleasant thought.
“A man I found on the roadside, he’s very strong minded. So anyway how about you? What have you been up to?” I ask as I climb out the shower and wrap a large, soft black towel around my body, holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear before making my way to my bed and throwing myself onto it
“Well actually… I have a few days leave from work and Rose is taking the kids to Manchester to visit her mum so I was thinking about coming down to see you, if that’s ok!” I can hear the smile in his voice, he knows full well that I won’t mind and even if I did it wouldn’t stop him. Matthew is the only man I have and will ever let dominate me, I might like hurting people, having slaves and dominating others especially those that are older and stronger than me physically but Matthew is in a league all of his own I’m actually surprised his wife has no idea of his sexual preferences.
“Okay? Are you crazy of course it’s ok” I’m now grinning like Wallace from the show Wallace and grommet. Thoughts already are popping into my head of what he will do to me and to one. Though I know I will enjoy both and she won’t enjoy either which makes it all the more fun. The last time he came to see me one was covered in bruises and blood, I had a lot of bruises myself and two had a black eye but that was it. I think I will have to put my foot down this time I don’t want him breaking one completely and I want three to just be mine to dominate.
“great well I’m just leaving work now so I’m going to pop home and shower and change then I will drive down, I should be there tomorrow morning” he laughs as I hear banging I the background indicating that he has just reached his car
I hang the phone up with a silly grin on my face
“This should be fun” I think to myself
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My little cousin is 13 yrs old and he plays a lot of hockey so he is nice and firm, his name is kyle.
We both live with my grandparents and he looks soo fucking hot. He is the only boy that ever gave me a hard on. He is a kid that is very shy and he likes to play video games all the time. When i get up in the morning i like to go into his room and look at his nice tight ass and sometimes i like to try and fonddle him. This one time i think that he knew what i was doing to him while he was asleep and he did nothing.
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Well i’ve had enough of this and im just going to ask him if i could suck his dick.
When he went in his room to go to bed i followed him and i asked him “Could i suck your dick?”
He looked at me and laughed and told me no. I said “i’m for real I wanna suck your dick!”
“why?”
“Because your the only boy that gives me a hard on”.
“But we are cousins and we are both boys, don’t you think that its fucked up to fuck your own cousin?”
“Well yeah but i want you soo bad”.
“What if we get caught?”
“We won’t ”
“Well what do you wanna do to me?”
“I’ve always wanted to lick your ass hole and suck your dick”
“Won’t that tast gross?”
“NO not if you like to do it?”
“If I let you do this to me you can’t tell anyone about this, Ok!”
“Do you think im stupid?, if anyone finds out im in deep shit because your only 13 and im 19”
“ok, lets go into your room and pretend to play the game!”
“ok”, as we walked in my room he made damn sure to lock the door behind him. I told him to take his clothes off and lay down on the bed. He did what i told him to do and then i got undressed and crawled into my bed with him.This was what I’ve been dreaming of since, forever. We layed there and started to play with each other and then i turned him over and told him to stick his ass up and then i started to lick his sweet ass hold it was just the way i’d hoped it would’ve been. I went a little lower and licked his soft, pink, hair less, ball sack, then i licked his dick just a bit, he let out a little moan and he tightened up and i could feel the goose bumps on his back. I told him “lets do a 69!” he got into it right away. Aww his dick was ever so soft and smooth. He was sucking away at my dick as i put my finger slowly into his ass hole and he then let out a little cry.”That hurts, take it out”.”It will only get better”, I told him as i kept my finger in there. I put it deeper and deeper till my whole finger was in and i asked him if it still hurts.”No it feels good”, he answered. I wanted to get hiw used to it because i wanted to fuck his ass soo bad. I then put two fingers then three and then put them in all the way as he let out a little moan, oh yeah he likes it i said to myself.
Then i told him to get up and stand on the floor and bend over on to the bed. He asked why, and i just told him “because i wanna fuck you now!!” .I licked his tight ass hole and slowly put the head of my dick on his hole and i told him to tell me when, he took a deep breath and said now and i put it all in at once he tightened up and he let out a loud cry. I noticed that he was really in a lot of pain as i pumped in and out. I told him just to relax his ass mucles. whan he did that he that it felt a little better. I kept pumping in and out slowly untill he was ready. About a minute passed as he told me to fuck him harder and at the same time i was jerking him off. He was ready to cum and he told me to fuck him harder and harder.Then he came all over my bed, my and had cum all over it , but i kept it there untill i was ready to come. I quickly pulled out and told him to suck my dick. I also told him not to swallow.As i came in his mouth i licked his cum of my hand and i took his face and kissed him with both our cum in each others mouths.
I then licked his ass and balls clean and told him to go to bed so that we wont get caught. Ever since that night we are always fucking each other when ever we can.
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Emma stood in-front of her father wearing the basque that her mother had bought for her to wear at the New Year party. Seeing the bulge in his trousers getting bigger she knew that he liked what she was wearing.
She kissed her parents goodnight and went up stairs. Her brother followed immediately behind her and stretching out his hands he placed them on her bare backside. Emma slowed allowing him to get a better feel.
Moments later she stood next to her brother in her bedroom with candle light creating silhouettes of them on the wall. Holding each other tight they pressed their lips firmly against each other and working her hands down her brother’s bare chest she slipped her fingers inside the waist of his shorts and pulled them down taking time to lick the tip of his penis and taste his pre-cum. Steve stepped out of his shorts and Emma ran her fingers over his naked body.
Looking up Emma whispered. “God you’re handsome.”
Steve held his sister tight, kissed her on the lips and carefully put his hands inside her basque. “You’re beautiful.”
“I’m beginning to believe you.” Emma rested her head on his bare chest and breathed in.
Easing the material away from her firm breasts Steve released them into his cupped hands. Her nipples became hard to his touch. Exploring each other’s bodies Emma’s basque fell to the floor and she felt her brother’s penis rise up and press against her crotch. Looking up into her brother’s eyes Emma said. “I want us to have a family.”
“Are you pregnant?” Steve sounded shocked and a little worried.
“It’s too early to tell but I hope not because we won’t know if you or dad is the father.”
Emma climbed onto the bed lying with her legs wide apart. Taking Steve’s rod like penis in her hand she guided it between her vaginal lips. Steve pushed himself deep inside his sister’s inviting body and Emma pressed her pubis hard against him and felt a bolt of excitement surge through her body as her clitoris responded to the pressure. She groaned loudly, again and again, each groan louder than the last.
Dave and Maureen heard their daughter’s groans and placing his hand between his wife’s legs Dave moved it up her thigh until he came to her damp knickers and pressed gently on her soft puffy lips. Their daughter’s groans got louder and Maureen unzipped Dave’s fly easing his stiff penis out. Holding it between her fingers she rubbed up and down its shaft. Dave slid his fingers inside her panties and pulled them down. They quickly undressed each other and leaving their clothes strewn around the room went upstairs.
Standing naked outside Emma’s bedroom they listened to their son and daughter fucking, and leaning against the door Maureen guided her husband’s penis into her wet opening between the top of her legs. Maureen moaned as Dave pushed his penis inside her pressing her firmly against the door.
Emma and Steve listened to their parents fucking outside the bedroom door. They heard their moans and groans as they came then after a silence their mother shouted. “Night you two.”
Emma and Steve continued to fuck finally curling up against each other and going to sleep.
After what seemed like only a few hours Emma woke. Climbing sleepily out of bed she stepped into the bathroom and sat on the toilet shielding her eyes from the harsh bathroom light. She heard her parents getting ready for work. Back in her bedroom she lay beside her brother and closed her eyes. Sleep was slowly coming to her when the bedroom door suddenly opened and a shaft of light cut across the bed. She instinctively sat up pulling the bedclothes with her.
“What are you doing?” Maureen stared at her son’s naked body.
“Making sure Emma was getting up to go to work.” Dave replied.
“Mum, I told you I’m not going to work. I’m off till new year.” Emma said sleepily.
“Sorry love, I told your dad but he didn’t listen to me.”
Without taking her eye’s from her son’s naked body Maureen said. “Do me a favour love. Linda asked me to get condoms for the party and I forgot to buy them. Go back to that shop where we bought your basque and buy a box. I’ll leave a note to remind you with the money on the kitchen table.”
“OK!” Emma lay back on the bed and closed her eye’s.
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Steve read the note while eating breakfast. “Mum wants you to buy condoms for the party.”
“I know. We’ll go back to that shop and get them.”
“We! Why do I have to go with you?”
“So we can have some more fun. I think the assistant likes you.”
Just like the previous day the shop was quiet with the same assistant behind the counter.
Looking up from her magazine the assistant recognized Emma and Steve and greeted them with a big smile. “Hello again.”
“Hi. We had so much fun in here yesterday that we forgot to buy a box of condoms.” Steve said with a big grin.
“A box! You having a party?”
“New Year’s party. Friends and family.” Emma emphasized the word family to let the assistant into their secret.
“You’re quiet a family.” The assistant asked looking deep into her eyes.
“Would you like to cum?” Steve asked.
“Yes.” The assistant laughed.
“We’ll have a variety box?” Emma looked at Steve standing next to the clothes rail.
The assistant picked a box of condoms from below the counter. It felt full. Looking up she saw Steve looking at clothes.
“We’re having a sort out and the changing room’s full of boxes. If you want to try on clothes you’ll have to do it where you are.” Holding up the box she added. “This is nearly empty I’ll get my brother to bring a new one from the stock room.”
“Brother?” Emma smiled while removing her bra.
“Yeah. We’re partners.”
“Do you ever try the clothes on?”
“Yeah of course.”
“This would look good on you.” Emma held up a basque. “Try it on.”
The assistant unfastened her blouse as she walked over to Emma and placed it on a clothes rail. She unclipped her bra releasing her pert breasts just as the door to the stock room opened and her brother came in carrying a box of condoms. He saw Emma and Steve both naked and his sister naked from the waist up and pulling down her jeans and panties.
“Christine!” It was the first time he had seen his sister naked in years and he liked what he saw.
“These are the brother and sister who came in with their mother yesterday. This is Mike my brother.” Christine said.
Mike walked over and patted his sister’s backside. “Hello! I haven’t seen this beauty in years.”
Christine turned to her brother and rested her naked body against him. Steve and Emma saw what she had done and looked at each other.
“Let’s invite them to the party as our guests.” Emma said quietly to Steve.
“We’ll have to check with Linda and Bill first.” Steve whispered.
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They wore just the party clothes for the short drive to the party. Other guests were already there and the parking places right outside the house were taken. Steve parked a short distance from the house and Emma and Christine wearing just their basques and Mike and Steve wearing just their shorts walked back along the road to the house.
Bill opened the front door to let them in. Behind him stood Linda, naked from the waist up.
“I was going to offer to take your coats but as you’re not wearing any I can’t. Where are you parked?” Bill said.
“Down the road.”
“You’re brave walking along the road like that. Were you seen?” Linda asked.
“A police car slowed down. I think they were going to stop and question us but suddenly the lights on their car went on and they sped away.” Christine said.
Steve introduced Christine and Mike to Linda and Bill.
Linda held Emma’s arm stopping her from walking away and when she was sure no-one else could hear she asked. “Are you sure they’re OK with us being family?”
“Yes certain. Don’t worry. They’re brother and sister. Who’s here?”
Emma and Linda caught up with the others who had stopped to watch a couple in a dark room fuck. “Who’s that?” Emma asked.
“It’s your dad and your nan.” Bill replied.
“Fuck me!” Emma exclaimed.
“Thank you. I will.” Bill took her hand and Emma looked around the room. “Is that your son sucking your father-in-laws penis?” Emma asked.
“It sure is. Let’s join them.” Bill said.
Linda led Steve into another room. Christine and Mike followed them.
On the floor in the centre of the room was Linda’s daughter Amy. Steve’s naked cousin lay on her back, legs apart with his mother licking her pubic mound while Amy’s husband fucked Maureen from behind.
Linda pressed her bare breasts against Steve’s chest, placed one arm around his waist and placed her other arm around Mike and Christine pulling them close. Linda kissed Christine on the lips and Christine returned the kiss before breaking off and kissing her brother.
Looking up Amy saw her mother and Steve kissing. She watched as her mother pulled down Steve’s shorts and Amy studied his penis as her mother sucked and licked it. Her mother guided Steve’s stiff penis into her wet inviting pussy and Amy watched her cousin’s backside move back and forward as he fucked her mother.
Christine and Mike stood by the door kissing. “Can you believe what we’re seeing?” Christine said to her brother.
“This is incredible! Do you want to fuck your brother?”
“I’m a virgin.”
“You’re a what!”
“I’m a virgin. Be gentle I’ve been waiting for the right person.”
Mike looked around the room but could not see a suitable place for them. In the other room Mike and Christine saw Emma being fucked by her cousin Kevin while her father sucked on her nipples and she sucked her grandfather’s penis. Emma’s grandmother was sucking Bill’s penis.
“We can use those cushions next to them in the centre of the room.” Christine said.
Mike was gentle, kissing Christine all over, making sure that she was moist and ready before he pushed his penis inside her virgin hole. He moved slowly and gently before filling her with his cum.
Kevin stared at Mike’s backside as it moved up and down. Leaning over he touched it and gave Mike time to object before he pressed his fingers between Mike’s crack. Mike enjoyed the feel of Kevin’s fingers exploring his anus and did not object when his finger explored inside.
“May I?” Kevin asked.
“Yes.” Mike replied and then said to his sister. “I’m about to lose my virginity as well.”
Kevin moved behind Mike and pulling his finger out replaced it with his penis.
In the other room Amy leant across to her cousin Steve and cupped his balls as he fucked her mother. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years. Now I have to watch you fuck my mother and I hear you’ve been fucking your sister and mother as well.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
“Bastard.” Amy gave his balls a playful squeeze.
“Do you want to fuck my daughter?” Linda asked.
“Do I have your permission?” Steve joked.
“Yes, but be careful. Her husband’s behind you and might hear you.” Linda joked.
“Are we changing partners?” Asked Amy’s husband.
“You and mum can fuck while Steve and I fuck.” Amy said.
“We can’t leave Maureen out of it!” Linda said.
“It’s all right. My legs have gone to sleep. I’ll stretch them and see what they’re doing in the other room.”
Amy looked at Steve’s stiff penis that glistened with her mother’s juices as she slid it into herself. Her husband moved between her mother’s spread wide legs and she watched him push his penis into her.
At the door to the other room Maureen watched her nephew bugger Mike while Mike fucked his sister Christine. Next to them her husband was fucking his mother and her daughter was sucking her grandfather’s penis. Maureen sat next to Bill her brother-in-law allowing him to stroke her pussy while they watched the scene in front of them.
At midnight they all lay in a circle and to the muffled tones of ‘auld lang syne’ they sucked penis and licked pussy.
“This is the best New Year’s party ever.” Christine said and Emma agreed. They sat quietly together watching everyone else have sex. Steve was fucking his grandmother.
“Your brother must have fucked everyone except me.” Christine said.
“I’m sure he’ll fuck you if you ask him.”
“You won’t mind?”
“Why should I mind?”
“I saw the way you look at each other.”
“When you fuck my brother I’ll fuck your brother. That is if Mike ever stops buggering my father.” Emma said to divert attention away from Steve and herself.
When the others had gone to bed to sleep Emma, Christine, Steve and Mike looked outside towards the car. It was quiet, no-one else was around.
“Let’s all walk naked to the car.” Emma suggested.
“What!” Exclaimed Christine.
“No-one’s around to see us. It’ll be fun.”
Emma was first holding her basque in her hand. Steve followed and looking back said. “Are you two coming or are we going home alone?”
“Come on it’s not far.” Mike suggested to his sister as he stepped out of the house holding his shorts in his hand. With new found courage Christine stepped out behind her brother and not to be outdone threw her basque into the car and refused to get into the car after it.
“I’ll walk. It’s not far. Any one care to join me.” Christine said.
All of them remained naked. Emma, Christine and Mike walked with Steve driving slowly behind just in case they needed to jump into the car quickly.
“Come in for a coffee? You’re welcome to stay the night.” Christine suggested as they arrived at their house.
At the back of the house was a swimming pool where Mike and Steve swam. Christine showed Emma the bedroom where she and Steve would sleep.
“You never did get to fuck my brother.”
“And you didn’t get to fuck mine.”
“We’ll fuck our own brothers before we go to sleep, and tomorrow we’ll try each other’s.”
THE END………
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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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A story about a brother and sister who discover a new love they have.
