My first ever submission to Literotica, written for the fun of it. Open to suggestions and comments. If you don't like it, ignore it. This is the first part of what will likely be a series. Not sure where it will go.
Ilinya wasn't ever afraid of the dark. It's the privilege of dark elves to find comfort in places that aren't well lit, hence their designation. She wasn't actually dark, other than that her skin had a bluish tint and her eyes seemed somewhere between a coal and a black diamond. Nonetheless, as a dark elf, she had to make her home along the outskirts of Atura, her hometown. Dark elves were viewed with suspicion by the rest of the elven folk. There was something unnatural for an elf to seek darkness, when elves should be surrounded by light. And worse yet, those dark elves had round ears, like humans. If it weren't for their skin and their magic, they might just as well be.
But Ilinya didn't care about any of that anymore. She felt perfectly comfortable in her bluish skin and round ears. She wasn't very tall, but what she lacked in height, she made up in other attributes. Her blond hair was a striking contrast to her skin and her large breasts were round, firm and bouncy. Her tiny waist blossomed into alluringly wide hips and round behind and her legs, despite her small size seemed incredibly long. And she was tough. She'd taken on more than one troll and kicked his blue/green butt.
Tonight she strolled from the woods, having gathered some herbs and weeds from which to concoct a magic brew. The sun had already faded behind the mountains and only a thin trail of light still reflected in the fading sky. The road to her house wound gently in front of her and her small, feet in their leather walking shoes found the way surely between the grooves and dips in the path.
What Ilinya didn't know was that she was being watched from afar. A group of four goblins, those annoying green buggers, always trying to sponge of the other beings, were watching her. Like dark elves, goblins see well in the dark. Unlike dark elves, they tend to hide from the light and shun brighter places. Not unlike cockroaches, they tend to scurry when you turn on the light, but they are crafty, deceptive creatures and born con-artists.
"What you think, Orin?" the biggest of the goblins nudged the one at his side.
"I like the elves, so pretty," Orin answered.
Behind them the other two grunted their concurrence with that basic assessment.
Ilinya passed through the gate to her house. It wasn't much, but enough for her and at night the blossoms from the blue irises seemed to glow. She was pleased with what she'd managed to achieve with her little home. inside her house, there was no need to turn on the light, she could see everything as if it was day. After her long walk, she wanted a bath, and after the bath, she'd want some tea. She heated the water for the tea and ran her tub. Carelessly she threw of her dress and walked naked through the house. She was alone, so why should she care?
Except she wasn't completely alone. The small group of goblins had crept close to her house and was peering in through the kitchen window. Goblins, aside from their other unpleasant traits, are also exceptionally good at creeping about completely silently. Like other vermin, they can't be heard unless they make their presence known.
"You have the dwarf-weed, Ulin?" asked Orin of his companion. The other goblin nodded. Dwarf-weed is so named because its effect on elves, all elves, not just the dark ones, imitates dwarf cum. And dwarf cum, for elf women, is an irresistible aphrodisiac. Once consumed even shiest and modest elf woman, becomes a raving nymphomaniac. The weed isn't as powerful as the cum itself, the effect being much shorter than the real thing, but it worked well enough.
They watched as Ilinya got herself ready, her breasts jiggling enticingly and as she walked out of the kitchen to her bath, her round, lovely ass, wiggled invitingly. With a sigh, she stepped into the hot bath and slid into the tub. Her breasts floated in the water and her nipples hardened from the coolness of the air in contrast with the warmth of the water.
While Ilinya luxuriated in the tub, soaping herself lavishly, Ulin snuck into the kitchen through the back door. He took the dwarf weed from his pocket and sprinkled a generous portion of the ground weed into Ilinya's tea leaves. He looked at the leaves, shrugged and sprinkled in some more. That ought to do it, he thought and slipped back outside to join his little group.
Ilinya washed herself carefully. Except for their heads, dark elves, like their brethren are hairless with never a need to shave. Letting her hands glide over her body she luxuriated in the bath. She squeezed her tits, pushing the purple nipples together and enjoying how they tightened and grew into extended little buds. Dark elves are also different from their lighter cousins in that they are much more sensual, if not to say downright horny.
She slipped her hand down over her stomach, teasing her silky smooth skin until the fingers were just above the mons. She knew if she'd keep going she'd have to rub one out, but she also really wanted some tea. The dilemma was quickly resolved in favor of the tea. The walk she'd taken had been quite long and though the bath had warmed her up, she still felt a bit chill inside. Next time girl, she thought and gave her pussy a little pat. She hesitated slightly maybe??? No, time for tea.
She stood up in the tub and grabbed her towel, wrapping it around her shoulders. She dried herself gently, squeezing her breasts and making sure to dry the underside of her round, plump orbs. Then she rubbed over her belly and again toward her pussy. She slid the towel between the lips and felt the pleasure rise once again. She'd have to give it some attention before sleep.
When she was sufficiently dry, she draped a nightshirt over her body. It was a thin shift, that fell just to her thighs, leaving most of her legs exposed. It might have been a little longer if it didn't have to make the round detour over her breasts. She smiled as she noticed her nipples poking through the fabric. The dark color came nicely through the white cloth.
Outside her kitchen window, the goblins waited somewhat impatiently.
"Fuck me," Orin growled, "I want to fuck those fat tits and cum in her mouth."
The others smiled, but Ulin raised a finger to his lips. Orin nodded his understanding - his buddy was right. Don't want to blow it at this point if you want to get blown.
Nudgin, the sneakiest of the group, popped his head over the window sill to check the status. He had a way of looking around corners that defied natural laws. He smiled at what he saw. Ilinya had lit a candle and the light from behind her made her gown seem nearly transparent. He could see her delectable figure clearly, the round curves of her breasts, the slimness of her waist and the flare of her hips. Oh, he thought, she will be so much fun.
Ilinya scooped up some of the tea leaves and put them in her cup and added the hot water. She noticed little specks, but they quickly dissolved. She grabbed a book and sat in her most comfortable chair, feet up on the table. She tilted her head back - ah, this was so good. Slowly Ilinya sipped on her tea and dove into her book. It was a thriller, something to get the blood going. She wasn't much about romance or "mushy" stuff.
