It looked as if the prince was fit to explode with rage as she spoke. He stomped toward her and pushed her against the stone wall causing a pained grunt to escape from the princess's lips. Revan, with his free hand, stroked her silky blonde hair back behind her pointed elf ear and grinned "You know the punishment which comes with divorce...you would not dare question me." Her ring burned heavily, causing a sharp searing pain on the finger which the ring sat on. Revan, signing deeply let go of his wife; fixing his attire after the rough action he turned and stepped toward the door "You would do well to remember who asked to marry whom all those years ago Amyla."
The door slammed shut leaving the princess to herself. Looking down at the silver ring, she recalled the days when she was happy to be with such a man. She recalled how he would fuck her almost daily like he wanted to please her before himself. Now she would rarely feel the embrace of an orgasm, it must have been months since her last orgasm. She rubbed the sapphire stone which caused the enchantment. Signing deeply, Amyla stepped towards the bed, slowly disrobing under the moonlight, causing her thick hourglass figure to cast a shadow onto the bed.
During the princess' evening, about 3 miles away in the outside world. A young man sat in a tavern, slipping a pint of ale with an older man as a companion. He was an average built mid 20-year-old, with dirty dark hair which was medium in length. His facial features where handsome, but coated in a layer of grime and dirt from his most recent adventure. He had heard that a magical Elf settlement was near, and he came to the tavern for a hearty drink and some female company. However once entering he found an old man muttering to himself reading notes about the Elf kind. He could not help but ask. "So, what you are saying..." the adventurer started before taking a gulp of ale which spilled into his short stubble "Is that there is a city in the forest? And there is no way humans can get inside?"
The old man nodded sadly, stroking the leather-bound book with his frail hand. "There is none young sir." He sounded defeated. Muttering to himself so quietly the adventurer could not hear him.
"There must be some way. Maybe they leave to hunt? It is dark out, plenty of deer and herbs out there in the forest." He scratched his stubble and flicked off a grain of dirt which transferred onto his finger. After a few moments of silence, a woman approached the table, wearing a low-cut dress. She rested her ass on the table, cutting the adventurers view from the old man. He looked up to her and saw the pretty woman smile as their eyes met.
"Geon?" she asked as she rested a hand on one of her breasts "You called for some...company?" she grinned showing her surprisingly clean teeth. He smiled, quickly scanning her body before standing up in front of her. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear "Is it true that its huge? I've heard that you rival some horses out there..." she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
Geon remained quiet; eyes fixed on the book. The old man raised it to him and smiled "If you find them. Be sure to tell an old man how to get there." Geon nodded and took the book. He looked back at the escort and reached into his pocket, retrieving a number of gold coins and lightly placing them on the table, where the book once sat "Give the old guy the night. Don't give him a heart attack." He smiled and turned his back on them both, retrieving his dirty longsword and leather bag before glancing at the escort, seeing her face show disappointment that she would not get to see if the rumours she heard from the other escorts in the association were true or not.
It took only 30 minutes before Geon was inside the forest, allegedly where the Elven city was located. It would be pitch black is not for the small lantern which was strapped to his belt. At times such as these where the trees hid the large bright moon, he would resort to his hearing to point him in a direction. Keeping his breathing as quiet as he could and stepping as silently as he could he tried to listen for anything which could lead him to some sort of hunting party which would be his ticket to inside the city.
He stopped at a small break in the forest, the trees were not as dense here, enough for a beam of moonlight to shine onto the grassy, muddy floor. Geon looked around, hoping to see or hear anything...Suddenly his bright hazel eyes widened as he heard a noise behind him, pivoting in place he spun around with his right hand clutching the hilt of his longsword. He hesitated as before him was a short woman, long dark hair tied into a braid which hung over her shoulder. She looked at him, then gasped loudly.
Geon could see her clear as day, thanks to the moonlight from the clearing. He gasped as well once he saw how her bronze skin glowed like the stars, her long pointed ears twitching with shock. "What the-" Geon started about to reach out toward her. Unfortunately for the adventurer, he heard another noise from his left, this time only inches from him, he heard a husky voice mutter a foreign tongue into his ear. He paused on the spot, feeling himself get groggy, his vision fading as the woman in front of him held her braid and looked at the source of the voice. The last thing the human heard before he fell asleep was a triumphant boom from the woman "We've found a mate for the princess!"
