“I dare to disagree,” Relean spoke softly, guiding himself from his barstool and rounding the corner. He took her softly in his arms, disarming her, and whispered in her ear, “I know your secrets, Alana. Your name means ‘soft wind,’ and your story is complicated because you aren’t human. Neither am I. You’re a mage, and an Elven mage at that. You are far too powerful to make the humans comfortable. Elven mages are otherwise banished in this world, no? Your kind were all slaughtered when you were young, but somehow you escaped the brutality and were raised among humans. You haven’t seen another elf in hundreds of human years, and yet you appear to be no more than twenty-five years old to human eyes. I know all of your secrets, Alana, for they are mine, too.”
Her arms fell limp and the dagger dropped to the counter. She could barely move, but turned to see a somewhat different-looking man standing behind her. He had broken the charm he held over his appearance, the same spell she had learned ages ago. The same charm she had not broken since. She saw the distinctive point of his ears; the proud, thin features of his face; and his eyes. His eyes had not changed. In his vanity, he had apparently decided not to hide his eyes. Not that it mattered, as humans almost never detected the distinctive charm of elven eyes.
She gazed into the deep pools of his eyes, telling him all of her secrets in her mind. He heard her speaking to him and drew her close to his body. Finally, he said aloud, “Your beauty is only surpassed by your power. I hear your thoughts so clearly! I knew female elven mages were more powerful, but I had hardly suspected this!”
Smiling with a degree of pride, Alana countered, “What about you? You vanish in and out of existence as you please! I certainly can not do that!”
Relean had talked enough for the moment. He moved in slowly toward her lips, kissing her passionately, silencing her. She hesitated for a moment, but gazed into his eyes, and her resistance was lost. She kissed him deeply, passionately… a feeling she had never known possible before now. He smiled at her as he abruptly ended their kiss. “Let me see if my sight is still accurate. Break your charm, Alana… I want to see you. The real you.”
Before his eyes, the plain, but pleasant-looking, barmaid transformed from a woman of five feet two inches tall with dull brown hair and flat brown eyes to a proud woman of five feet five inches with fiery auburn hair and mesmerizing green eyes. Her hair shimmered vibrantly in the dull light, streaks of gold tracing through the dusky red mane. Her eyes almost shocked him with their vivacity, and her eyes stood at a proud point. Her features were sharply defined and her skin was fair. She obviously descended from royalty, at one long-forgotten point in history.
Relean stood, breathless… captivated by this remarkable woman. “Outstanding, my love,” he choked in a breathy appraisal. His words caught in his throat as he tried to speak them. All of the magic in the world could not have prepared him for what he now beheld. Her dress, now somewhat too small, clung desperately to her small, pert breasts, pushed to surface by the corsets she wore in her human form. Her waist was small and her hips were defined, but not large, with slender, creamy thighs and long, defined legs. The dress that once fit a human barmaid now clung to the figure of an elven princess. “Alana, you are gorgeous.” A tear slowly dropped from Relean’s eye as he appraised her. He counted many gorgeous women amongst his conquests over countless years, but he had never seen an elven maiden.
Alana heard his thoughts, humbling her. “You compliment me highly, Relean.” She gazed into his water-blue eyes and began to lose herself there. “May I kiss you…?” she began to ask, but was cut short by Relean’s impassioned kiss. His tongue caressed her lips gently as he kissed her deeply, finally gaining entrance to her mouth. His deft hands pulled her to his body and he began gently massaging her lower back and her shapely rear. Finally able to break his kiss, he softly kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobes playfully.
“Honestly, I want to do more than compliment you, tonight. I have watched you all evening, Alana… but even I wasn’t prepared for what I have seen.”
She stared at him in disbelief… disbelief that she was kissing another elf; but, moreover, disbelief that the most gorgeous creature she had ever witnessed actually desired her. Just as she desired him. She felt a strange warmth growing within her. She recognized the feeling from her magic use, but this was different – stronger, more urgent. She wanted his touch… whatever he would offer. It was against her entire nature, but true nonetheless. Impassioned, she kissed him deeply, pulling him toward her, this time… her body pressing against his in all the right places to excite his senses. She felt a growing warmth against her belly as he kissed her with an equal passion.
“Alana, do you have a place to stay anywhere nearby? I would prefer a bedroll of some sort if we are to be together. I want to make you comfortable.”
“There is a room over this pub. It is small, but it is where I stay. Follow me,” she cooed as she began to unlace her dress and lead him to the door. The door to the darkened stairway seemed to open out of nowhere, out of the middle of a wall, as if hiding the existence of the room. They fumbled up the steps and closed the heavy door behind them.
The small, sparingly furnished room was already lit by a candle in the corner of the room. Their elven eyes needed almost no light to see one another sharply. Alana closed the door at the top of the stairs behind them, and it, too, seemed to disappear instantly. Relean moved close to her and took her in his arms. He kissed her neck softly, whispering, “I want to make love with you, Alana. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I want to make you mine. Will you do me that honor?”
“Yes, Relean, I…” her voice trailed off as he kissed her, but that is all the affirmation he needed. He wanted to feel his skin against the skin of one of his own kind… feel himself surrounded by the warmth of an elven woman. He kissed her deeply, holding his princess in his arms, realizing the treasure he held. She moved against his body, her own skin in desperate need of his touch. Slowly he took the laces of her dress and began unfastening them. His fingers far more deft than human males, he unlaced the dress with relative ease and slid the material over her shapely frame as it pooled around her ankles. He stood appraising her now in just her undergarments and slips. He gently stripped the layers of slips and undergarments away to reveal her soft, feminine figure. Elven women, not able to tout the hips and breasts of human women, are gorgeous, nonetheless. Her skin was milky and her hair reflected the soft golden light in the room. Her eyes were like fire, even now, and her thin, perfect lips moved ever close to his, embracing his lips in a kiss.
Relean inhaled sharply. His years of mental training to be inconspicuous, reserved, patient, and strong-willed all suddenly fell to the floor with Alana’s undergarments. His body betrayed his mind and he wanted her. Gazing deeply into Alana’s mesmerizing eyes, Relean asked quickly, “May I touch you?” Suddenly his lips were upon her and he guided her slowly to the floor. Kneeling above her, he quickly peeled off his vest and shirt, then broke their kiss only momentarily to stand and shed his pants and undergarments. The deft precision with which Relean removed his clothing was an exercise in discipline by itself. His mind was clearly preoccupied, and his only want was to be naked with this elven goddess. He instantly rejoined her, kissing her passionately, running his hands over her body and feeling the warmth of her smooth skin.
His body instinctively moved against hers, his throbbing erection dancing against her belly as he kissed her. Slowly his lips worked down her body and his mouth enveloped a small, pert nipple. Alana’s body reacted with swift precision, bucking against him, her breath becoming noticeably faster and more constricted. She moaned silently, her mouth forming words her voice would not allow. Relean, pleased by his skill, continued to tease her nipple with his mouth while playing with the other perfectly sized breast in his free hand. The combination sent her over the edge. Alana had never experienced the pleasures of the flesh, and in being so inexperienced, Relean’s expert touch sent her flying too quickly. With a scream and a jerk of her hips, her entire body convulsed against Relean, who quickly moved to her, kissing her, pressing his weight against her to steady her through her intense orgasm. Her face went pink with embarrassment and she asked, “Did I do something wrong?”
Kissing her and smiling, Relean spoke, “Quite the contrary, my delicate princess. You have done everything right. Have you never experienced a climax?”
“I’ve heard about them… men talking in the pub, mostly, but… no, I’ve never experienced one, before.”
