Beneath the Armor: An Elven Desire

Chapter 6

As Fey stepped out of the shower, she found a light blue dress, clean white undergarments, and sandal-like shoes laid out for her. She quickly dried off and dressed, gasping at her reflection in the mirror. The colors of the dress highlighted her golden brown hair and made her amber eyes shine. She felt beautiful, an unfamiliar yet exhilarating sensation. She braided her long hair, allowing the plait to sit over her shoulder, and puffed it near her ears to hide the pointed tips underneath the thick locks. For extra precaution, she grabbed the brown fabric she had previously used and wrapped it around her head and ears in a makeshift headband. The elves here were strange, and she didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention.

Her self-admiration was abruptly interrupted by a sturdy knock at the door. She quickly approached and opened it, finding Drake standing there. He froze, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of Fey. His somewhat sated desire from last night's pleasure was blown away. He felt his body warming, a slight jerk in his pants as desire began to course through him tenfold. Swallowing hard and balling his fists to gain control, he entered her room and closed the door.

"Quickly, before Alison comes," he barked gruffly, gesturing to the chairs. Fey quickly followed, startled by his tense figure.

"As you can see, there are elves within Weatherthorn. However, they are slaves to the Lords," Drake stated. Seeing the confused look on Fey's face, he swallowed hard again, his desire to take her growing every time he looked at her. "A Lord is like the ruler of the land. Got it?"

Fey nodded, understanding. "Yes, I understand."

"They treat the elves well. As you saw, they are dressed, well-fed, and looked after. However, they still serve the Lord. Don't trust them, don't open up to them. They may be your kind, but they are not like you. They will tell as they think this is the right way to live. Do you understand?" Drake urged, commanding even.

Fey nodded. "Yes, commander," she whispered softly.

Drake froze, watching her mouth move. Her soft, plump lips. He cursed Alison for providing her clothes, especially ones that looked this good on Fey. The dress hugged her chest, clearly enhancing her already well-defined figure. Her chest wasn't overly large but enough to fill his hands just perfectly. The skirt flowed to her knees, showing off her lightly tanned complexion and the sheer length of her legs. Drake suddenly stood and made his way to the door, his control about to break.

"Be smart, little elf. Don't trust anyone. Even Alison. And God, stay safe," his voice turned to a husky growl near the end, and he quickly left the room. He made a beeline towards the brothel. He needed release before he did something unthinkable to Fey.

Fey flushed at the tone of Drake's voice. Her body was reacting to his strange behavior at the table. His eyes had scorched her skin, and the huskiness in his voice had sent shivers down her spine. She struggled to pay attention to what he had been telling her. Sighing, she stood and shook away the desire coursing through her from that weird encounter. She had to stay focused and vigilant in this strange place.

Fey answered the door when she heard another knock to see Alison standing their grinning. Alison was a whirlwind of color and energy, her presence as vibrant as her personality. She stood at a petite height, with a slender frame. Her hair was a cascade of fiery red curls, untamed and wild, framing her face in a halo of brightness. Her eyes were a striking shade of emerald green, sparkling with mischief and warmth. Alison's skin was fair, with a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

She wore a dress that was a riot of colours and patterns that somehow came together perfectly. The fabric was light and flowing, accentuating her movements. Alison exuded a natural charm and friendliness that seemed to draw people in.