It was late and cold. There was a light mist falling. I had been at the taverns for most of the night, but was now headed home. For some reason, I thought it a good idea to cut through the graveyard which was next to the Fox river, and covered several square miles. Clouds covered the moon and stars and I wasn't able to see much under the trees.
I had one too many beers at the tavern, and had plenty on my mind, so I thought a cool walk would give me time to think. I was jumpy though, and finding it hard to focus. The click and clack of the trees in the wind, combined with the shadows were making me anxious.
I started hearing what I thought was moaning, then I saw a large human sized lump next to a gravestone. The object was dark in color and I would have walked right past, if it hadn't moved.
I jumped back, my pulse racing. I am not ashamed to say, that I thought about running. I can only imagine how my life would have been different if I had. I heard a moan coming from the lump, I thought maybe someone was in trouble. What if that was a person? I couldn't live with myself if I ran.
"Do you need help?" I called out.
There was no response.
I crept closer. I could definitely hear moans coming from the lump. My heart was beating a million miles an hour, and I nervously called again, "Are you okay?"
A soft rain started falling as I knelt. I could see now, that it was human, as I clearly made out pants and boots. The person was wearing a hood and long cloak, but I couldn't tell if it was a male or a female. I reached out a hand and placed it on the person's back.
"Do you need help?" I asked again, thinking maybe the person was mentally ill.
The clothing on the person's back was completely soaked, and I could feel shivering and shaking. They straightened their legs, stretched and then rolled over. The moaning had stopped, and I could tell it was female.
I could tell it was a she, only by the curves that were visible through the soaked clothes. The hood covered most of her face, and all I could see were her eyes. They were green and glowing.
"I'm sorry." I exclaimed and jerked my hand back.
"I thought you might need help. I'll leave you alone." I stammered. The flight response kicked in and I jumped back to my feet. No creature like that needed help from me.
Quick as lightning she reached out and grabbed my hand. She was strong enough to yank me back to my knees. I was even more panicked, and strained to pull away. She grabbed me with both of her hands, and refused to let go. She held my hand to her chest.
Having read one too many vampire movies, I was sure I was about to die.
"I was only trying to help.." I whispered, unable to look away from those eyes.
She pulled herself into a sitting position, and took her hood down. She never let go of my hand. It was as if she was hanging on to a lifeline. I was mesmerized by her face and unable to look away.
She had pointy ears, a cute button nose, and a smattering of freckles across her milky white skin. Her hair was plastered to her skull, and it was impossible to tell what color it was.
She whispered, "Sit by me a bit, and I will be okay."
I was dubious. She was beautiful, and I was not. What would a creature like her, want with someone like me? Maybe she was going to rob me? Maybe someone was hiding in the dark? Common sense quickly got the better of me, if this was a trap it was a lousy place for it.
No the only danger here was from her. I made up my mind, and turned and sat by her. I would help if I could. She didn't appear dangerous. How little I knew at the time.
She wrapped herself in my arm, and took my hand, placing it so I was touching the bare skin of her ribs. She was cold, and very wet. Her shaking seem to have worsened, and she was very pale.
She then curled up next to me, and put both her hands inside of my shirt, so she was touching my skin. She laid her head on my shoulder. It was then I stopped worrying, as it was clear she trusted me.
I kissed her forehead and she opened her eyes long enough to smile. Soon I felt her breathing slow, as if she was falling asleep. I did my best to shelter her and keep her out of the rain. It seemed to help as the shivering and shaking lessened.
I had grown cold, and my thoughts started to race. Who was she? What was up with her ears and eyes? Where did she come from? When I finished with that train of thought, I jumped right back to worrying about myself.
What was I going to do for a 'real' job? There wasn't a whole lot of demand for Sociology majors. Where was I going to live when my current lease ran out? I was a right horney bastard, always thinking about women. It would be nice to have a steady girlfriend again. My therapist said I needed to date ten women, before I settled on a permanent girlfriend. I wasn't sure what planet he was from.
I mentally sorted through my female friends that I knew were single, and all the interactions I had with them in the last week. I analyzed every word, every smile, every tilt of the head for hidden meanings.
Then, I repeated the whole cycle over and over again, until the beers kicked in, and I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, I could see the first light of dawn stretching across the river. The gloaming time. My shirt was soaked with something sticky, that felt like blood.
The woman, or elf in my arms was still sleeping. She was warmer, and her color had improved. Still, I was worried about the blood. I wished I could examine her, but I thought sleep was the best thing. It may have been my imagination but her eyes seemed to be glowing a little stronger, as I could see a faint glow through her eyelids. It was eerie.
She shifted in my arms, and I was able to see more details. She was wearing a light brown cotton tunic over green leather pants. The wet shirt was plastered to her body, and it was as if she wasn't wearing anything. I could see a long jagged wound, that cut across one breast. The wound itself had scabbed over, but it was still an angry red, like it had happened recently. I am ashamed to admit that I found her small hard nipples to be a little arousing. I know they were hard from the cold, but it had been a long time, since I held a female in my arms.
She must have noticed that I was looking at her, as she opened her eyes. She nestled even deeper into my body, holding on with both hands, and kissed my cheek. Her lips were warm, and wet, and although it was a chaste kiss, I still found myself turned on. She was warmer now, and soft, and I could feel her breathing.
Our bodies were wrapped together, as if she could not get enough of me. My left hand was still inside her shirt, next to her breast. The thought of her breasts, and how close I was to being able to touch them, was making my chest tight. I'm not sure why this was turning into a sexual thing, I guess I am a typically guy.
I leaned over to return the kiss, and she rather quickly turned her head, so I ended up kissing her lips. I jerked back in embarrassment, hoping that she didn't think I was trying to take advantage of her. She refused to let me break her hold though.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen." I stammered.
She smiled, " It would not have happened if I didn't want it to." Her voice was soft, but it had a musical lilt to it, and I could almost see the smile behind the words. I could only imagine what I smelled like to her, but she... She smelled like wildflowers on a dewy sunny morning. Her breath was fresh and clean, reminding me of tart summer berries. She showed little ill effect from her night in the cold, wet graveyard.
"Feeling better?" I asked.
"Much better now, thanks to your kindness. Your touch brings me a great deal of comfort." She nestled in my shoulder again. "I would have passed over into death last night, had you not arrived."
"Look." She pulled her shirt off, and pointed to the scar on her chest. "I couldn't stop the bleeding so I fled here, hoping to find a place to die in peace. "
Of course, I was distracted by her breasts, and she smiled when she noticed me looking. She placed her hands together and stretched them up and over her head. My heart beat even faster. When she completed her stretch, she placed her hands on my cheeks.
"Look." She said, and pointed to the scars on her belly and arms.
She seemed very pleased, and informed me that the scars had faded. She was sitting cross legged opposite me, and we were able to look into each other's eyes. She took my hand and placed it on her stomach. She closed her eyes, as if she was enjoying the feeling, and then moved my hand over the wound and her breasts.
"I wonder if you are a healer." She reached out with one hand and touched the side of my face. She seemed lost in thought for a moment, as I continued to rub my hand up and down her chest, running over her nipples and maintaining contact with her skin. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.
I did nothing but stroke her for a bit. She stretched and preened and leaned into my hands, much like a cat. After a bit, she shook herself, as if waking from a pleasant dream, " We must hurry. Dawn is near, and it would be wise to be inside, when it arrives."
She pushed my hand away, and knelt, so that her hands were on other side of me, and her legs were straddling mine. Her core was resting on my shaft, as she started to kiss my ear, lightly nibbling around the edges. Her breasts rubbed against my chest with every movement. I held myself up with one hand, and cupped a breast, with the other. Her nipples were very hard.
The sensations were overwhelming. The constant twitching and rubbing of her bottom against my shaft, her breasts lightly rubbing against my chest, the nibbling on my ear, and the combination of her warm breath and cold tongue, all had me rock hard very quickly.
