What in the name of the gods am I doing?
There is a cold crispness to the autumn night air. The sky is clear, letting the stars shine brightly in all their glory. The air smells of crunchy leaves and wet mud. It's rained recently, but my nose didn't need to tell me that. The mud covering my feet is proof enough, and they aren't the only part of me caked in the stuff. It's been a long road to get where I am, a road traveled only with the company of loneliness and fear. To say I'm supposed to be here is beyond an understatement. The only thing in my favor is that I'm miles from home and it's the middle of the night. Even if someone were, for some strange reason, to rise from their bed in the castle and travel through the miles of hallway just to peek in and see if I'm still in my bed, they would only know that I'm missing. They'd look for me, sure, but no force in the world would lead them to believe I'd come here.
Why would an elven princess run away to a human settlement?
The town of Bellehan is quite small, though the farms surrounding it seem to be endless. It's through those muddy fields of already harvested crops and sleeping cattle that I've trudged under the moonlight. I was overjoyed when I finally saw the lights shining from a cluster of buildings at the bottom of a small hill. My footsteps quickened along with my heart rate. I've only ever seen this place on a map until now, though I've been studying that map for weeks on the off chance I'd get the crazy notion to actually come here.
I didn't know which of the dozen or so buildings held what I was looking for, but my senses soon led me in the right direction. Most of the lights in the town were dim, barely showing in the windows. There was one though, right in the center, with wide windows that shined as brightly as the sun. I could see shadows dancing behind the glass and the faint sounds of music were filling the air. Before I could even read the sign swinging over the door in the breeze, I knew this was the Stallion Alehouse.
By the time I reached the window, my legs could barely carry me anymore. My soul is a swirling storm of fear and excitement. Now, my knees are sunken into the mud by the wall and my hands are pressed against the dirty glass. My eyes are adjusting to the light radiating from inside, but what I see is already making the trip worth the risk. The tavern is small, built from planks of sturdy wood with furniture to match. A long bar made from a split log lines the back wall. Shelves of glass bottles full of various alcohols are erected behind it. The heads of bears, deer, and other animals dot the other walls with no semblance of order or planning. The antlers of many are being repurposed as coat racks. In the back corner to my left, a trio of humans bang on drums and blow on flutes, creating an energetic and primal melody like I've never heard before. Elven music is always so elegant and inoffensive. This song feels right to awaken the animal within, and from the look of the tavern patrons, it's working.
There are about two dozen humans in the tavern. Most of them are men, but there are a few women as well. Their garments are loose and simple looking, likely the same clothes they've been working hard in all day long. They're dancing and shouting along to the music. Even through the smudges window, I can see how red their faces are, flush with excitement and joy. There are five women in total, and all of them are stomping around the floor as though possessed by an outside spirit. The boards below their feet creek and groan with each step. Most of the men are sitting at the tables and drinking, though their wide eyes are fixated upon the women.
My breaths quicken as I notice the hunger in their eyes. These men aren't admiring the poise or form of these women, oh no. They're gazing at them like a forest cat watches its prey before pouncing. The women seem to know it too, and it's driving them just as crazy. Only a trio of men are on the dance floor, one of whom I recognize. He has a messy mop of brown hair and three days of unshaven stubble covering most of his face. The sun has baked his skin to a leathery brown. That's Ferris. He's the one who told me about this place. He's the one who set me on the wild and dangerous path that led me here.
He's the one I think about at night when I'm working my fingers inside of my pussy.
Ferris is dancing along with the ladies and two other men. He doesn't move as wildly as they do. His routine consists mostly of stomping his right foot as his hands clap along to the beat. I can't take my eyes off him. Each time he claps, the muscles of his arms twitch, and with arms as wide as oak limbs, there's plenty there to see. The smile on his face makes me dizzy. I've always found a strange attraction to human men, but no other has ever enchanted me as much as him.
With my fingers spread wide on the window I press my face against the glass. By the look of things, I've arrived exactly when I was hoping to. When Ferris would tell me about this place, about this gathering, he always said that things didn't get really exciting until just after midnight. That was when the men reached the limit of how much they'd be teased and the women were ready to finally let them win. The things he described after that had shocked me at first, but also excited me. I couldn't imagine such a thing actually taking place, and that's why I had to see it for myself.
Off to the right, one of the men sitting at a table motions for a nearby woman to come to him. She smiles at him devilishly as she makes her way across the room. Her steps are slow and deliberate, causing her hips to rotate and her rear to protrude. She turned away from him once she's but a few steps away and bends over. The man reaches out and snatches her by fabric of her dress. Knocked off balance, the girl tumbles backward onto his lap. He wraps an arm around her and they kiss, but it's not like any kiss I've ever seen in elven culture. When elves kiss, it's a short and delicate act; as formal as a handshake. These two are passionately locked together. I gasp as I see her pull away and rub her tongue across his lips.
