Zusammenfassung
Leseprobe
Inhaltsverzeichnis
ElvenDreams
by Julian Bates
Inhaltsverzeichnis
Erik - An unexpected awakening
Riselle - An unexpected awakening
Life, the universe and all the rest
Erik - The escape
It was the deepest night in the forest of Lorandhar and Erik barely saw his own hand in front of his eyes. He knew exactly what would happen if the elves caught him here in this forest, prison was both the most harmless and unlikely of the alternatives. However, he was well-prepared for his job of getting through unrecognized, his black leathery garment made him in the darkness as good as invisible.
The noise he caused, as he walked through the foliage bothered and unsettled him, but there were plenty of animals in the undergrowth, and with a bit of luck, he would pass unnoticed, so he maintained his taut pace. He checked the fit of his two swords, but they wouldn’t benefit him much this time. Even if he would have been able to kill an elf, which he wasn't, because he played in a different league, he would never do it.
There were such people, people who were able to kill the beautiful and angelic elves, but he himself surely wasn't one of them. Elves were not only the most magical of all races, but by far the most beautiful, and he adored them idolatrously. Without the elves, the other races would have wiped out each other for a long time, or would have been eradicated by the orc in the attempt.
Which didn't prevent him from entering their forest this time, even though everyone knew that it was strictly forbidden. However, if you have the choice between the henchmen of the Baron von Friedheim (German: home of peace) and the forest of Lorandhar, the choice becomes very simple despite everything else. He would rather die by the hand of a beautiful elf than visit the baron's prison, for that had a really interesting reputation, which he could confirm with his own eyes as a witness.
Friedheim didn't live up to its name, the baron had established a true reign of terror and arbitrariness, there was only one punishment for every offense, and that was death by the executioner's ax. After a short and very painful prison stay. Unfortunately, the elves couldn’t do much about it, since in the case they attacked him, the other barons would unite against them and ravish all peoples of the only hope that the races had against the numerical superiority of the brutal and ruthless orc.
Dwarves, gnomes, humans like Erik, centaurs and all the others, the elves held the world together and the sometimes way too loose alliances intact, it was the only chance against the forces of darkness, like the orc. The orc and the other races didn't dare to go to war against one of the races of the Light as long as the Elves kept all united and the Alliance guaranteed the help of all in the attack.
He was beyond belief disappointed in his own race, he thought men should lead the good here, but all they did was think only of themselves. As he jumped over a gurgling stream, he pulled the backpack from his back, which contained the jewelery of the Baroness von Friedheim. The jewelry was surely worth a little village, maybe even more.
He threw his pack into the water, buried the jewelry in the little creek, and thoughtfully looked at the glitter of the bubbling stream in the faint moonlight, that had fought its way through a gap in the canopy to the forest floor. His world surely had its beauties, although they were sometimes very hidden and the same was true for the race of men themselves.
In a slightly better mood, he continued his escape with a grin. His feeling was indescribably good, this had been almost a poetic justice. For many years he already stole from the barons and disposed their wealth in a very similar way as tonight, it was an absolutely great experience for him. Anyhow, as long as he wasn’t caught. He was a full time thief and earned his livelihood this way, too.
The outcome was so great, that he had to make most of it disappear. The real reason for his raids, however, wasn't that he wanted to enrich himself, it was his special way of protesting against an inhuman nobility, which exploited the poor instead of doing their duty and protect everyone against evil and the orc. Understandably, he also didn’t want anyone to find out about it.
Rich thieves always needed somewhere safe to sell their prey, and he didn’t think about the baronies and counties of men good enough to do so. He consistently avoided the other places, which even offered hospitality to orc and worse characters, because they even less suited his convictions. Of course, with the elves, someone like him couldn’t show up, even if they would have taken in men or let them visit. What they didn’t. Whenever you entered the forest of the elves, you were as good as dead, everyone knew that. Elves did love their private sphere even more than he.
He was lost in thoughts, when he stepped into a small clearing and suddenly three orc stood out in front of him, emerging from behind a few trees. The orc stared at him stupidly and he couldn't think of anything better than to stare back just as stupid. His thoughts raced, what were orc doing here in the middle of the forest of Lorandhar?
At some point, after a short eternity, he finally awoke from his rigidity, drew his two swords and ran screaming towards the orc. The first orc didn't even get his sword out and died with the attacker's weapon in his throat, gurgling and collapsing, and green blood spurting out of his carotid artery like a fountain. The other two also drew their weapons and came to him in alarm and coordinated.
They both immediately went into the offensive and stroke at him in sync together. They were pretty good, coordinating their attacks and always hitting him during the same moment. Their punches also were very hard and he didn't get the right counterattacks through. When he finally saw a gap, he struck desperately as fast as possible. It had been a trap though, and shortly thereafter one of his two weapons clattered useless onto the ground.
With only one sword it was even harder for him to parry the two, so he started to dodge in addition, but it used to be already quite hectic before, so he was soon lagging significantly behind their attacks. Then one of them violently punched his weapon out, and the other drew his sword through the gap in a swipe across Erik's chest, which cut both through leather jacket and skin.
He screamed out loud and grabbed his chest. Another blow knocked the last of his swords completely out of his hand. They took their time, that is why one of the two stabbed maliciously his shoulder, directly above his heart, but he probably intentionally missed it a tad. It felt to Erik, however, as if the orc had landed a direct hit, especially when this pulled his weapon back out of the shoulder. His legs buckled, he dropped to his knees and waited for the killing blow. He surely had imagined his end to be violent, but not this way. This seemed to be so insignificant.
His mouth was already filled with blood, he had bitten rather firmly on the tongue because of the pain. The vision blurred before his eyes as he felt a hard grip in his hair, tearing his head back, so that he could look straight into the orc's eyes. He spit blood and saliva in his face and hoped that this would spare him the torture or something similar and they would kill him quickly because of thier rage.
The orc roared angrily and raised his sword. The body of the orc, however, was shaken by a blow and suddenly something moved in front of Erik over the forest floor, it was the head of the orc. The torso sagged and jerked him away, his hand continuing to hold Erik inexorably even in death. The other orc tried to flee and collapsed with two arrows in his back a few feet away, then the loss of blood and the pain overwhelmed him and he lost consciousness, redeeming blackness finally engulfed him.
His final thought was, that his injuries were certainly deadly and he wouldn’t wake up again, ever.
Riselle quietly walked through the woods on nightly patrols, seeing more orc lately, which worried the people in the village about whether the orc might be up to something again. She checked to see if her sword came out of the scabbard easily enough and tightened her bow as she closed up the edge of the forest. A faint cry of horror escaped her as she saw a man being chased into the woods by other people, evidently Friedheim soldiers.
She put in an arrow and got ready. The man wore a black leather suit that wouldn't withstand her arrows. She tensed and was about to shoot when he suddenly disappeared past some bushes out of her field of vision. She cursed softly and ran parallel from him through the forest. Being a lot faster than him, she was soon enough quite the way ahead of him.
He made so much noise that she couldn’t possibly miss him. She leaped across the creek like a feather with a somersault, despite the bow that obstructed her. Riselle had a kind of agility and agility no human could ever reach. Even the other elves struggled to achieve her kind of mobility, it was a strange birth defect, her bones never got properly hardened, and they retained some flexibility, which fortunately rarely hindered her, especially as she made sure, that those bones had plenty of muscles enclosed around them.
She was by far the most flexible of all elves and far beyond anything, what a human could ever hope for. The hard training as a professional soldier made sure that Riselle was also significantly stronger than most of the other. But maybe that was also, because Riselle used to be all alone and had a lot of time to train. She had tried one or two partners, but had found male Elves to be incredibly boring.
Elves were the perfect gentlemen, they would never even touch a woman even a tad too hard. Riselle despised this kind of behavior. What was so bad about touching a woman a bit harder or at least trying out some fancy things in bed? Elves were just too noble for that, but Riselle didn’t feel very comfortable with nobility.
She crouched behind a tree and saw the man running to the stream. She stretched her bow out of the cover of the tree and just wanted to punish the man for his intrusion, when she saw something completely out of order. He sank his backpack in the gurgling stream and dreamily looked at the glint of the moonlight in the brook. A smile crossed his face, radiating a totally wild and irresistible attraction.
Astonished, she dropped the bow and looked at him more closely. He was slim for a human, but well-toned and muscular, significantly stronger than any elf, which never showed their superhuman strength. His hair had a dark blond, he had curls and a prominent chin. His eyes were blue, at least she thought she could see that from the distance, despite her elven view, she was a little uncertain.
What she knew, though, was that he looked pretty good and made her blood boil for excitement. She leaned against a tree, breathing heavily, confused by the violence of her emotional outburst. When he finally walked on, she went burning with curiosity to the creek and fished out his backpack and looked into it. The backpack contained valueable jewelry, gold and other treasures.
Not only was it worth a small fortune to humans, why did he throw it away? No one in their right mind hid a treasure in the forest of Lorandhar, and certainly not in a stream. The chances of running undetected through the forest were pretty low, what everyone knew. He also was far enough away from his hunters by now, they turned a long time ago. But he didn’t look stupid, or handicapped or something like this.
Suddenly she heard very close that his footsteps discontinued, he had stopped. She strapped on the bag, which was uncomfortably wet on her skin, and moved to the position where she had last heard him. A gurgle sounded and someone died. She jumped in fright and fear for his life, she had just found him, he wasn't allowed to die, at least she had to have the chance to meet him and find out what had made her blood boil so badly!
She ran even faster and, having arrived at her destination, finally saw three orc. An angry growl involuntarily formed in her throat as she caught sight of the elves old archenemy. One of the orc held the human by the hair and was about to finish him off, since he seemed to be already badly wounded. She gasped when she saw all the blood, and red veils of anger settled over her eyes.
She jumped to the orc and beheaded him in the middle of her jump. The other one turned and ran as fast as he could when he was hit in the back by two of her arrows and also collapsed lifeless, she heard his last breath even before he hit the ground.
The man collapsed weakly, she jumped to his side, caught his limp body and freed him from the iron grip of the dead orc. She carefully put him down on the forest floor and examined his wounds. The large wound on the chest looked vicious, but was only superficial and therefore probably still the minor problem, much more worrying was the stab into the shoulder, if the sword had caught too many or the wrong vessels, then he wouldn’t have much time left.
She applied a pressure bandage on the hole in his chest, pocketed her weapons, and picked the man up. She would have to carry him those few miles home, he had to get to a healer as soon as possible, there was no time for something else. Her breath came harder than usual, when she finally arrived, since she pushed her body so hard.
But it paid of, since at the time when she gave him to the healer, she found out, that it was fortunately soon enough to stop the bleeding of the indeed fatally injured man. A human healer probably wouldn’t have succeed with this job.
Not very surprising for her, she had to answer for her behavior in court, it was her duty to kill or arrest people, her actions had been borderline. However, her punishment was quite tolerable for her, since she just got released from her duties as a soldier for the time being, and got the responsibility for the man for the duration of his healing instead. Nobody could imagine, that this was anything desirable. After that the Council intended to decide about the fate of the man again.
Presumably it would simply result into a banishment, but until then she had a while and could rethink the whole thing, and even more important, re-feel it. So she sheltered him at her house and cared for him, even leaving him her own bed and spending the night on the sofa in her living room. When she freed him from his clothes to put him in his sickbed, she could admire his naked body.
His muscles were impressive and his skin felt very soft. She found herself caressing his skin a few times, rather than focusing on her task. She worried about his long unconsciousness, and the worries unfortunately came true when he got a high fever and started to burn from the wound in his shoulder.
The healer visited her every day, especially when he was so feverish and they cleaned his wounds daily. The healer magically filled his stomach with sugar water and a protein-rich mush that she would never have touched, as it tasted rather disgusting. He couldn't care less, this way he would at least survive and he didn’t have to taste the stuff. This continued for many days, until at last the furious redness at the edges of the wound subsided and his fever sank.
The intense relief she felt for that surprised her quite a bit. He didn't look bad, but what did she know about him? He was obviously a thief and a rogue, and beyond that surely a very rough and violent man. Fierce shivers ran her back down when the thought crossed her mind, and she didn’t like it at all, this wasn’t the kind of feelings that befit an elf.
Nevertheless, she remained, or perhaps for that very reason, sitting by his bed for hours, caressing him or reading stories to him. Once she grabbed him in the crotch and stroked him there curiously, he felt pretty good in her hand, so soft and yielding, and much taller than any elf she knew. However, he quickly became tough and grew to a size that scared her a little bit, and as he became rather restless in his feverish dreams under her tender hands, she immediately let it go out of her fingers.
The dreams she had that night were very disturbing to her, and she woke up very agitated and steaming wet the next morning, at this intimate place between her legs.
One day he finally woke up, it had been meanwhile almost two weeks since she had found him. Without the extraordenary healer, he certainly wouldn't have survived this ordeal, and he would need a good deal of exercise and muscle building until he was reasonably fit again. What the healer also reported to the Council, so that everything formal had to be pushed back in time quite a bit. What was just about right for Riselle.
Erik - An unexpected awakening
Well, he woke sometime up, despite all the odds, which had been this time clearly against him, contrary to his expectations. His head was throbbing, his mouth was dry like desert sand and his shoulder felt like someone had put a red-hot iron in it. He was apparently feverishly feeble, barely catching his eyes and moaning, his throat burning like fire.
An angel with fiery red hair came into his field of vision and smiled somehow strangely. He felt her hand over his member, it was hard and felt pretty good in a delicate woman's hand. At that moment, he knew he hadn't survived this after all. A small voice in the back of his head called out to him that hell probably looked different, then everything went black again.
Some more time later it became light again around him, he opened his eyes and awoke for the second time. The hot burn in his shoulder was gone and he could see reasonably well. The first thing he saw was the angel with the fiery red hair, she leaned over him and smiled at him. His throat was dry and he croaked a "water" in her direction, since he felt in this moment, that he wouldn’t have gotten out much more anyway.
The angel nodded and turned to the side and disappeared from his field of vision. But he had still noticed her pointed ears, so his angel was an elf. She reappeared shortly afterwards and gave him lukewarm tea with plenty of sugar to drink. He stared at her, unable to believe what was happening to him. He was supposed to be dead, elves didn't let people in, he knew that much for sure.
Besides, she smiled at him and actually looked quite friendly, her expression was somehow... relieved and happy? It made no sense, why would an elf look at him like that? The tea tasted awful, but it was liquid, and that was exactly what he needed right now. After a few sips, he cleared his throat a few times and tried to speak, but what came out was more a croak than words.
Flame-red hair fell on his face as she brought her ear close to his mouth.
"I live and you aren't an angel, I was so sure that you are an angel, but you are an elf. Where am I and why do I live? And who are you?"
She gripped his face with both hands and spoke quietly to him.
"You are safe here, I did and will watch over you, don’t you worry. My name is Riselle, may I also get to know your name? "
"My name is Erik, I, well, I'm so sorry I entered your forest, oh, orc! There are orc in your forest!"
"Don’t you worry about the orc, I killed them all. How are you feeling, are you alright? Do you feel any pain?"
He looked at the elf and his eyes blurred, she was so beautiful, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. Her skin was completely white, as if she had never seen the sun, and as pure as he had never seen before, she had no scar, no impurity, nothing. And she had very fine and red hair, it was a bright red, it was a red of a very special kind, one given to someone by the gods as a warning to others.
Her features were fine and delicate, as fine as only the features of the elves could be. She had a small nose and very small and petite hands. Her eyes were huge and bright green, it was a beautiful mix of blue, gray and brown eyes. He raised his hand to touch her and his hand accidentally landed directly on her incredibly soft and relatively small breast, he immediately pulled his hand away and started to apologize.
Instead of being indignant, she closed her eyes and breathed her arousal onto his face. Her breath smelled like a flower meadow in the middle of spring. This unexpected reaction stunned him completely, she still held his face in her hands, her breath stroke over his face and her eyes were closed, otherwise she staid completely motionless. He also closed his eyes and touched her breast again, this time with a clear intention behind it and caressed her very tenderly.
If this was a dream, then at least he wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. She wore a short dress made of soft hemp and nothing underneath, at least that's how it felt to him. He enjoyed the soft curves under his hand and stroked them as gently as he could. He couldn't use his left hand properly, that was the side where he had the wound in his shoulder, but one hand was quite enough for him in this exciting moment.
After a while he began to stroke her a little harder and pinched her very tender in the nipples, whereupon she shuddered noticeably and moaned softly. He opened his eyes and looked straight into hers, which were wide awake and staring at him in fascination.
"Erik, you're hurt and you're not feeling well, you've just survived your injuries, we need to take care of you a little better."
Instead of following her own words and taking her distance, she pushed his blanket aside and sat on his legs, then cuddled gently against his chest. He was naked and he promptly felt himself getting immediately hard and his member pulsing against her buttocks. Her hair covered his face, they felt like spider silk, so incredibly fine and soft they were. She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and covered them both with it.
However, his short rearing didn't last long, his head was glowing and his chest and shoulder throbbed painfully. She looked at him and put her hand on his forehead. She frowned and said:
"It'll be a while before you're fit enough for this, my Erik, you need to rest."
He smiled excitedly at her, but she didn't return his smile, instead she looked at him very seriously.
"My poor Erik, I'm afraid we have a problem, you and me, and you're mine now."
Her eyes opened wider as she said that until her iris was huge in his field of vision and her face got a wild and almost angry expression, as if she were a cat who had just driven her prey into the corner. He raised his hand to her face and put it on her cheek. For a moment he was afraid that she would bite him into his hand, but then she just tilted her head a little, pressed her cheek into his hand and continued to look at him with flashing eyes.
This phrase was unexpected and pleasant, he was just risen from the dead and now that. He liked the idea quite well, he wanted to belong to someone like her, even if he just didn't trust his feverish head very far. Probably he was dreaming feverishly.
"And you belong to me, my beautiful angel!"
Then his head sank back on the pillows, he had used up pretty much all the energy left in him, so his world sank and everything went dark again like a moonless night around him.
What he didn't get anymore was her answer.
"I belong to you forever Erik, with my being and my magic, and as I am your mistress, thou shalt be my lord."
Riselle - An unexpected awakening
He recovered and he awoke. In fact, it was more than a small miracle, but he actually really woke up sometime and was doing even reasonable well. He demanded water and she brought him the sugared tea, that the healer had prescribed for him as soon as he could take anything. Instead of lying there moaning as one would have expected from a human being, he called her an angel and asked her for her name.
He spoke so softly that she almost had to put her ear on his mouth. Her body shuddered at his remark, he brought her blood into turmoil again, her hormones played crazy and she got so excited, even by his words. What was just going on with her, she no longer understood the world and herself. Shocked, she put his face in her hands and asked if he was in pain. Instead of answering, he looked dreamily at her and touched her breasts.
As his fingers landed on her bosom, fireworks exploded in her mind. The reality blurred from her desperate eyes as she suddenly realized the magnitude of what was happening. She closed her eyes and words came to her mind, words that had an ancient elven tradition, a tradition none of the elves could deny, words that shook their souls.
'Latheren Derienwae'
Life partner, soulmate. How could that be, he was human and would die in a few years, how could he be her partner? However, she obeyed her instincts, these words were too deeply imprinted in her race in her genes, too obligatory was all, that was connected with it. For a moment she remembered his injuries and she managed another sentence, then again her instincts and the fire in her lap took control of her. She sat down on his legs and rubbed his throbbing member excitedly on her butt.
Then she finally brought his condition to her senses. He was still feverish and anything but strong. He soon went limp again, which her soaking wet sex acknowledged with regret. She decided, however, to tell him the pure truth, so she told him the old words of the soulmates, the words that would bind them for life together as one. She was so nervous and excited that she only heard parts of his very quiet answers, but what she heard was enough.
"My poor Erik, I'm afraid we have a problem, you and me, and you're mine now."
He merely smiled as she was shocked by the most violent electric shocks, and answered calmly, "And you are mine, my beautiful angel!"
And her soul answered him with the one true answer that sealed everything for eternity.
"I belong to you forever Erik, with my being and my magic, and as I am your mistress, thou shalt be my lord."
She raised her arms and stretched them to heaven and screamed, she yelled louder and more painful than ever before in her life, her scream ringing through the night as her soul linked to one of man's, connecting him with her and rising eternally united with their own. Her innermost rose violently and collapsed again. The covenant was sealed, it had tied her in a way to a man, that was allowed solely to elves.
Riselle fell to her knees and cried, she didn't know what she was supposed to do, this was the last thing she had intented. Her father, he surely would know what to do. She stroked Erik's face and wiped his hair out of his eyes. Then she kissed him tenderly on the lips, got up, went to the door and left her apartment. She climbed down the rope ladder to the forest floor and ran through the village.
She encountered an unusually large number of elves who had evidently heard her screams and had hurried full of worries to the forest floor. No one asked her a question, it would have been rude. She wasn't stopped, the elves waited with folded hands for her word. What didn't come.
She quickly reached her father's tree and climbed up the rope ladder. Of course, her father was waiting for her, he too had heard her scream. The only emotion he showed were his raised eyebrows. He too had his hands folded and waited calmly for her. She ran to him and hugged him tightly, hesitating for a tiny moment, until he returned her embrace in surprise, elves are usually more reserved in dealing with each other.
"Riselle, my daughter, what happened? What did your scream mean?"
"Father, I made a mistake, something terrible happened. I brought Erik with me, but the reason wasn’t, because I was compassionate or because of my curiosity, the reason was, that he had touched something in my heart. "
He interrupted her with a frown.
"That's one of the reasons, Riselle, why we don’t allow people here. It could happen, unfortunately we are just too similar to men, that people and elves fall in love. People live only a few years, so it just doesn’t work. "
"It's too late father, he's my partner, the eternal band has already been forged."
He took her by the shoulders, she had never seen him so shaken before.
"Riselle, I think it's time for you to learn something. Your mother didn't fall in a fight against orc. Your mother died because she grew old and she died. Your mother was a human. You can’t remember, because... "
"Aunt Elena was my mother? Why did you..."
"Nobody should know, but most people still knew it anyway. That's why you have always been different from everyone else. I understand you, but I wish that you would have been spared from my very own fate. You are a half-breed, but you have inherited the magic and longevity of our race, my little daughter. I'm afraid your destiny will be mine. A life alone without a companion. "
Inexhaustible tears came into her eyes, she had always thought her father to be unhappy and knew he was mourning for his partner, but she thought all the time it was because of the elf, which she had taken to be her mother.
He hugged Riselle tightly and held her for a long time until Riselle had recovered himself somewhat.
"There is no other way for me? I didn't know what I was doing, the words came out of my mouth without me being able to do anything about it. "
"Don't worry too much, it was already too late when you met him for the first time. It was the same for me with your mother back then. I had already met my fate, when the picture of her showed at the back of my eyes. Enjoy every second, that you have with him, unfortunately I can't give you any better advice than this, my poor daughter. "
He hugged her again and dismissed her. Riselle knew, her presence was unwanted now, her father wanted to grieve on his own, as he had so many times before. She went back to Erik, and this time she walked slowly and very thoughtfully through the village where she had spent her whole life, it had been a very beautiful two hundred years and she wondered what the future might hold for her now.
It could have been worse, most elves spent their whole lives looking for their soulmate and never found him or her. She had at least one human life.
When Erik did wake up again, he was alone in the small room. It was already dark, so he had to be knocked out for a while. He tried to sit up, which he just managed, but as he swung a leg out of bed, everything got black again and he tilted backwards. Luckily he was still on the bed and fell softly. A brief time later, he regained consciousness, this time he was no longer alone, Riselle was back here and put him straight back into bed.
"You're still too weak to get up, Erik. Tomorrow I'll let you walk for a while, but always leaning on me, dear. "
He smiled at her. "Don't worry, I'll be good."
Then he frowned and his tone became much more serious.
"Riselle, what happens to me here with you people, what will be my destiny?"
She just smiled at him, and it was a smile for him, in which he completely sank. She was an incredibly beautiful woman and her gaze alone was something, in which he could get lost forever. The world around him was already fading and he wasn’t aware of anything else anymore but her eyes. He felt, as if his inner self got sucked into her iris. She said something, but he didn’t understand her, since he was so mesmerized by her appearance. He shook his head and asked her about what she said, whereupon she laughed brightly like fairy bells.
"I said the worst, that can happen to you is banishment. But there is still a little problem. I've brought the problem upon both of us, I'm afraid. Well, to be precise, we two brought it both upon ourselves and we'll have to spoon it out together. "
"What exactly is our problem?"
Instead of answering, she got pretty red in the face and lowered her eyes. She suddenly stared at the blanket instead of Erik. He was stunned by her unexpectedly intense reaction and looked at her in surprise.
"I'll explain that to you as soon as I'm ready. I beg you to trust me for the time being. It may extend your stay here a bit. Most likely even extend significantly. "
He didn’t really object to that, especially if it meant spending a little more time with this red-headed angel, so he nodded in agreement.
Since he didn’t answer, she continued herself.
"What I would be really interested into right now, is what are you doing to make a living?"
Now it was time to blush at Erik. Normally, the story that he had mastered before such an eternity was easier to grasp.
"Well, I'm some kind of traveling salesman."
He sighed, already the moment he pronounced the lie, he somehow knew exactly, it wasn't right, not with her. It hurt him to lie to her and he had no idea what that meant. She was silent and continued to look at him expectantly. So he sighed deeply and said:
"Something like that. To be precise, I'm a thief. I mug the nobility. I don't know why I'm telling you that, but nobody really knows. I was the only child, never had siblings and my parents were killed by orc."
She smiled at him and didn’t even flinch.
"And why do you throw your loot into a stream in the forest of Lorandhar, you must realize that there are way better hiding places and that the water isn't really good for jewelry?"
He looked at her much less surprised than she had expected.
"You've been following me through the forest for a while, didn’t you. Well, I have my reasons for that, and maybe one day I'll tell them. Probably around the time, when you're ready to reveal your little secret to me. "
She grinned at him and nodded.
"That's fair enough, I guess. Are you hungry or thirsty? It would be good for you, if you would eat a little bit."
He nodded and smiled at her. "I could eat a horse."
She laughed out loud and disappeared. Shortly afterwards, she returned with a tray full of sausage, cheese, butter and bread and sat down on the bed next to him. He was well aware of her closeness, especially since she did place her long legs under the blanket right next to his own and he could feel her bare skin in full length, she had incredibly soft skin and was very warm to the touch. She smeared him and herself a few loaves of bread and coated them in a variety of ways. When she had finished, she took a loaf of bread in her right hand, bit into it, put her hand gently on his leg and stroked it while she continued to eat her bread.
She looked at him with a look he didn’t know how to interpret, but he liked her soft gaze. He ate with his right hand because of his left shoulder. They were silent for a while, and his leg was glowing all the time because of her stroking hand, she never stopped with it. When they both had finished their meals, she asked him to drink his tea, which again did contain way too much sugar for his taste, but it was probably good for his recovery, so he didn’t complain. Then she brought the tray away and returned shortly thereafter.
"You didn't even ask me what happened last time you were awake. If you're embarrassed, I'm really sorry about this, I'm usually not so demanding."
She looked at him with big expectant eyes.
He opened his eyes wide.
"That wasn't a dream, that really happened? You really requested that I belong to you? "
She smiled at him and sat back down onto his bed next to him.
"Does it bother you when I come to you? We will have to take care of your shoulder though, and you stay on your back. Don’t move."
He nodded and could barely believe his luck, never dreamed of getting such a woman into his bed, and she just offered it to him and lay down with him. She cuddled up to him full length, careful to avoid wounds on his chest and shoulder.
"Riselle, may I kiss you?"
Instead of answering, she stretched out her perfect lips and they touched. He shivered pleasantly and winced as her lips parted and her tongue thrust into his mouth. He clasped her tongue with his lips and turned his own tender circles around hers. She felt even better than he had hoped. He tenderly stroked the back of her head with his right hand and pressed her tighter on his mouth as passion overcame him.
She pulled away, panting, reminding him of his injuries, but he couldn’t care less in this moment. She didn’t resist when he pulled her head back to her and they rejoined in a tender kiss that felt better for them than anything else they had experienced before. He felt himself getting another raging hard on, what was embraced gently by her soft hand, immediately after his cock was pounding against her leg. She stroked it, rubbing his foreskin up and down without interrupting her kiss.
He moaned softly and began to move his hips slightly, reaching out to her hand, whereupon she promptly interrupted her kiss.
"You can't do that, you are too passionate, Erik, we don't want your wounds to break open again. I think I need to relax you a little bit, then you'll be calmer after that. "
Then she pulled the blanket aside and closed her lips around his penis, without interrupting the up and down movement of her hand. He groaned excitedly when he was suddenly trapped in a warm and soft cave. She knew exactly what she was doing, she pulled back his foreskin and massaged him hard with her tongue right at the sensitive spot under the glans. At the same time she strengthened the excitement with her hand, by rubbing his penis up and down, and got faster and faster with this.
Her head also moved up and down at the same time, she tried to swallow him as deeply as possible, and he moaned excitedly again. No one else had ever done such a thing for him before, it felt so incredibly good that he came very quickly and without warning. She intensified her efforts and swallowed everything, that came our of his body, not without moaning softly herself, it was obviously quite a lot of pleasure for her to spoil him.
Soon enough he went limp again, but she continued to hold it in her mouth and kept sucking on him, he smiled excitedly, since this mean, it was really fun for her to do that. After a wonderful time enjoying it to the fullest, she pushed the covers back over his lower abdomen and cuddled up to him again.
"You taste surprisingly good, so far this experience wasn't so sparkling with other men for me, but with you it's really not that bad. Okay, really good, but we don’t want to put any whims in your head. I always value the taste and smell of my partner, sometimes it says more than anything else. "
"Then I should taste you as fast as we can, don’t you think?"
"Ah, my dearest Erik, let's take a little bit of time, you just cheated death big time, please don’t forget that. You have to recover and get fit again. "
Instead of giving an answer, he kissed her tenderly, her concern for him made his chest glow warmly, it was the first time since his parents died, that someone was so worried about him.
"I wonder what I've done to earn you, my sweet Riselle, you're a wondrous miracle for me."
Riselle gave him a smile that lit up her face like a rose blossom in the morning dew.
"Sleep, my Erik, sleep deeply and get well again."
She kissed him tenderly on the lips, his cheeks, his eyes and his forehead. With each kiss he sank deeper into Morpheus arms, he barely noticed that she snuggled up to him and put her arms around him. Shortly thereafter, he was fast asleep.
Riselle rose quietly so as not to wake Erik, and left the room for her balcony. It was already night again and a huge moon illuminated the elven village. She sat down on her wooden table, pulled her legs up and rested her head on her knees. Tears came from her eyes and she began to cry again, very softly so as not to disturb Erik.
Every time she looked at him and touched his beautiful body, she also saw his mortality. He was the fulfillment of all her fantasies, she felt that, but it wouldn’t last. She could almost feel him aging and his body crumbling under her hands. She flinched violently when his right arm suddenly hugged her and his body pressed against her back.
"It hurts my soul to see you so sad," he whispered in her ear, "can I do something, is it because of me?"
She nodded slightly and said nothing else.
"Would you like me to go, should I leave you, would you feel better then?"
She shook her head.
"No, you have to stay with me, please don't go. Do you know what a soulmate is? Have you ever heard the elven words Latheren Derienwae? "
"Never, what does it mean?"
"Then listen to me, listen and don’t just listen to the sound of my words, because what I'm telling now is more than just important to both of us and our future lives. There is a perfect partner for every living being, just one single partner made for the other. They harmonize so perfectly with each other, that once they have found each other, they will never be the same again without the other. Many seek death if, for whatever reason, they have lost their Latheren Derienwae, because they can’t stand existence without. That's what happened to us the day before yesterday, our souls have recognized each other. "
"So we are somewhat married in elven way? What do the other elves say, do they want to cast you out? Why are you crying? "
She laughed softly.
"Oh the other elves aren't my concern, it's you. You have only a short time to live and then you will leave me to be all alone again. What should I do then? "
"Nonsense Riselle, I'm not even thirty and still have more than a few years left in front of me."
"That actually is my problem. An average elf life lasts about four thousand years. So I have to spend more than three and a half thousand years alone. I'm not even two hundred years old. "
"Oh, that doesn’t matter to me, I like older women, honestly."
She chuckled softly and looked at him.
"Do you know Riselle, when death smiles, there's only one thing you can do. Smile back. "
She raised her eyebrows.
"Where did you get that wisdom from?"
"From the walls of castles, owned by our barons. You're pretty lonely when you try to climb up a wall that high. "
She laughed softly, turned to him and embraced his body with her arms and legs.
"Well, I guess you are right, we still have a few years left. By the way, do you realize how good elves can see in the dark? "
"That's something I can only imagine now, since you've fished my backpack out of the stream. Why are you asking?"
"Because you're standing stark naked out here on my balcony. And who actually allowed you to get up, and how did you manage to do that anyhow, this afternoon you were almost upset in the attempt? "
"One foot in front of the other, my angel, always one foot in front of the other. If you do it this way, you can accomplish everything in life. Maybe even to comfort a sad elven princess? "
Instead of answering, she hugged him and kissed him passionately on the mouth. She had to support him increasingly as he collapsed, so she got up, took him in her arms and picked him up like a little kid.
"Hey, shouldn’t I ..."
She stifled his protest with another kiss and carried him to the bed. She gently put him in and covered him.
He took her hand.
