Chapter One: Reborn
The Elven Princess Brigitte stared wistfully out the window of her richly decorated bedroom, down at the great, gleaming city that lay below her and the verdant fields and valleys beyond. She looked from her perch high in the magnificent palace tower at the equally magnificent walls that surrounded the city, she felt a prisoner of them as much as a protectee.
As she stood there the gentle wind stroked her long blonde hair, making it writhe and dance in the air like a dying fire. The long golden locks had been carefully and expertly formed into tight ringlets, a tedious process that only the nobility had any time for. From out of the mane a pair of long, tapered ears rose, the most obvious and well known feature of an elf. Each had been pierced dozens of times up and down its length and was covered with small, expensive jewels, mostly diamonds and sapphires (Brigittes two favorites).
Her gently slanted, almond shaped eyes were a piercing blue more deep than any ocean and more shimmering than the sky on its clearest day, both were crowned by long dark lashes and delicately arched brows.
Her face had a noble, uncannily beautiful appearance, free of baby fat but retaining a youthful, innocent look (she was only in her eighteenth year after all). Her nose was delicate and small, her jawline smooth and perfect. Her lips were extremely full and pouty, painted a deep, shiny red that contrasted beautifully with her flawless pale skin and her eyelids had been lightly dusted with the subtlest of blue paints.
She was very slim, as elves tend to be, her body fit but still extremely curvaceous, a figure to haunt the dreams of any man who laid eyes upon her for the rest of his life. Her small waist and taught stomach widening into slim yet perfectly rounded hips which, in turn led into the most perfect, firm, round ass and a pair of magnificently toned, long and silk smooth legs. She'd been an early bloomer and her body was fully that of a woman, even if she was only eighteen.
Her best feature, however, was almost undoubtedly her large and yet perfectly firm, almost unnaturally perky breasts, standing tall and proud atop her slim chest. They were certainly the subject of many a boys wet dream and many a young girls jealousy, most girls Brigittes age had just barely sprouted breasts, yet hers were fully grown, large even by adult standards.
Though she stood only five feet and two inches tall, short for an elf, her body was in perfect proportion and the raised heels of her shoes elevated her height slightly, in addition to making her legs and buttocks look even more magnificent than they already did.
She wore a rich, silken gown that hugged even the subtlest curve of her glorious body tightly and clung like a second skin to her ample breasts, revealing a small but enticing portion of her deep cleavage and threatening to let her endowments fall free altogether as she leaned slightly out the window. It was impossible to count how many times a prayer for her thin bodice to burst open had been uttered.
She sighed as she continued to stare listlessly out the high window, how she wished she could leave this place, have the freedom to do as she wished and not as she was told, to be unbound by the title of princess and the fame it brought with it. She wished some handsome warrior would come and take her away from here for good, she imagined how he would ravage her and they would make love all night long and into the morning hours. God how she wished she didn't have to save herself for marriage. A marriage chosen by her father no less!
As she thought of her handsome, dream lover taking her into his arms her dainty hand unconsciously ran down her flat stomach and over her crotch, lingering there for a few scant seconds.
She slowly shook herself from her reverie and walked to a large, gilded tub in the far corner of the room, drawing an uncharacteristic mid morning bath. As the tub slowly and evenly filled with warm water she returned to her spot at the window and stared a moment longer before absently tugging open the bow at the top of the lacing that held on her bodice. She slowly slipped her gown off one shoulder, then the other, gradually revealing more and more of her perfect, milky white breasts. She secretly hoped that someone down there in the city was watching her undress, looking up at her with lust, perhaps her brave warrior was even down there watching, she thought.
With a naughty smile and a firm tug she pulled her bodice down farther, letting her perfect breasts pop free from their confinement and bounce gently in the open air. Even without the support of her skin tight gown they stood proud and perky, the large, dark pink circles of her newly revealed ariolas cresting in thick nipples that pointed gently upwards towards the sky.
She stayed like that for a moment, nearly in goose pimples as she imagined some unknown man below looking up at her nude breasts. She was unsure if it was from the naughty excitement or the chill breeze but she felt her newly exposed nipples stiffen ever so slightly.
Finally, she wriggled her hips free of the gown and let it slide down her smooth legs, standing there before the window in nothing but a pair of tiny lace panties, knee high stockings and tall heeled shoes, revealing her perfect figure to anyone who might be watching.
She stood like that a moment longer before gently cupping her large breasts in her hands and running her finger tips slowly over her semi hard nipples, they were quickly as hard as rock, standing almost painfully tall atop her smooth tits. A thick, whitish fluid leaked from her left nipple, then the right, beading on the tips and soon dribbling down her pale breasts and leaving moist trails behind it. This liquid, know to the elves as Mamsina, was as sure a sign of a female elfs arousal as the moistening of her pussy. Not even the elves themselves knew why it happened, but the endless production of what was basically a strange form of milk probably contributed to the relatively large size of Elven breasts.
Brigitte dipped her finger tips into the tiny pools of liquid and began using it as a lubricant, sliding her now moist digits over her extremely engorged nipples.
She had butterflies in her stomach and a delicious sense of extreme naughtiness as she stood there in the window like that, mamsina dripping for all to see (letting anyone but your husband see your mamsina was considered especially taboo, the activity only of whores in Elven society.)
She pumped her nipples harder before grabbing hold of them both and giving a firm tug, sending twin spurts of her thick moisture out the window and giving a slight moan at the pleasant sensation.
Reluctantly, she pulled her fingers away from her yearning nipples and wiped a bit of her Mamsina onto her flat stomach before bringing her fingers to her pouty lips and licking them clean, tasted like strawberries, she noted, never having tried it before.
Another moment passed as She suckled her finger like a child, not realizing how seductive she looked like that. A droplet of her Mamsina fell from the high crest of her nipple to the stone windowsill as she watched, running her hands down the womanly curves of her sides and to the top of her white lace panties.
Her painstakingly painted and manicured fingernails slid slowly beneath the top of her skimpy underwear and retreated beneath the thin garment, catching hold of it and pulling it down her long legs, slowly revealing the sparse, well trimmed triangle of blonde hair that constituted her bush and the tight pink lips of her sex, currently shiny with moisture. She felt her panties leave a warm, wet trail down both her thighs and realized that standing here, playing the part of the dirty girl for her imagined voyeur had turned her on even more than she thought. Her panties hit the floor with a squishing sound and she gasped at how wet she must be to soak them that thoroughly, like all elves, she got many times wetter than a human to make up for the tightness of her sex, but never anything like this!
She ran her fingers anxiously over her bush, the short trimmed hairs tickling her fingers, then gasped and jumped as her first finger met her hard clit. The sensation was amazing, she never quite got used to it no matter how many times she pleasured herself.
She parted her legs slightly and ran her finger up and down her tiny slit a few times, gathering her moisture before noticing her bath was ready. She smiled to her phantom voyeur and turned around showing her perfectly rounded ass before pausing and bending over to pull off her stockings, pushing her ass into the air and revealing her soaked pussy to whomever might be watching, her position naturally pulling it ever so slightly open and letting the cold breeze gently caress her pink walls, the bright sun reflecting off of her shining wetness.
Today was truly a lucky day for any man or boy who happened to be looking up in the village below. They were too far away to prove that it was the princess, but they'd never forget what they'd seen that day.
Brigittes bath finally ready, she turned off the water and tested it with a toe before stepping in and seating herself in the deep tub, feeling the warm water wash over her body to her chest.
Once again, she imagined her perfect lover, how he'd kiss her and run his hands over her body, her own fingers took the place of his, once more roaming over her smooth skin.
As she slowly spread her legs as wide as the tub would allow, she imagined how her dream lover would finally take her and ran a hand down her taught stomach and over her slight bush. Again, she paused over her clit and savored the sensation it gave her, but she wanted more. She began to give a low, moan of pleasure as she used two fingers to pull open the outer lips of her sex, revealing her tight inner walls. Her other hand reluctantly left its post at her sensitive nipple and one of the fingers began gently exploring the exposed inner core of her womanhood. Slowly, she began easing her finger into her unimaginably tight , wet pussy moaning in pain and pleasure as her tight walls were stretched to accommodate even this small presence.
Her finger slipped an inch into her well lubricated sex and she felt her strong walls frantically convulsing around it. She forced a second inch in, biting her lip slightly.
Finally, she painfully eased her slim finger nearly three inches into herself and hit the delicate barrier of her virginity, how she loathed it.
Her tight sex grew accustomed to the foreign presence of her finger and she began to frantically piston the digit in and out, her breath coming in gasps and screams of bliss, her body writhing in the warm water. She closed her eyes and arched her back, lifting her ass up off the bottom of the tub as she felt her orgasm start to grow deep in the pit of her stomach.
