The Elven Realm

Chapter 1

I don't remember the last time I ate.
(Panting and moans in the background.)
I don't remember the last time I slept.
(Masculine grunting in the background.)
I don't remember the last time I played the violin.
(Bed makes a banging noise each time it hits the wall.)
And I'm sure as Helena can't remember when I last saw an Elf.
(Cries of pleasure reverberate throughout the bedroom.)

But let's start at the beginning of this evening . . .

The human, whatever his name was, offered to take me back to his single level house- just at the start of the residential area. And of course, I couldn't refuse his gracious offer.

Dragging him through his own front door, I push him against one of the light grey walls of his home. His hands move along my sides, brushing against my breasts. I settle my nose against his neck, breathing in his scent. It's not the one I long to smell but what with my kin having left the human filled lands, I do not know when I will smell the sweet masculine scent of a male elf again.

I move my face from the crook of his neck and audaciously grab his lips in a fierce kiss. I'm no timid lass, I take what I want. He responds immediately with a low moan in his throat, 'causing a smirk to takeover my lips. I push his body even more into the wall before grabbing his soft murky brown hair at the nape of his neck. I tug on it, bringing his head closer to mine as I kiss him with all the pent up lust I have built up this last past week. He doesn't object, he only becomes even more excited by my dominance and control. Men. His hands slide along my skin under my shirt, not taking me by surprise. All the men I sleep with can't control themselves. They cannot resist the beauty of an elf. We are made to be enticing and all beautiful, for a reason, after all. He moulds his hands around my breasts, cupping them in his huge palms. I push harder into them, rubbing my hardened nipples against his calloused hands. The friction is perfect. For now.

I step away from him, just far enough away that he can't reach out and grab me, and slowly undress, material after material. His eyes widen in shock then lust. Without any heed from me, he begins stripping himself as well. Isn't this his lucky night? When the last article of my clothing hits the floor, he pounces on me- hands grabbing my hips and bringing them forward, towards his own. He groans in pleasure as he rubs his manhood up and down my core. I let him have his "little moment" just before I begin pulling him in, what I think is the direction of his bedroom. Turning left down a passage, I'm glad to find my guess is correct.

Taking full control of our coitus, I push him onto the bed and climb onto his lap- straddling him. He lets out another moan when my wet core brushes against his throbbing hot length. I take more time teasing him, just for the fun of seeing him beg beneath me until I cannot withstand my own teasing. Lifting onto my knees I position myself over his- nameless guy's- length while he holds his manhood under me. I push down onto him with no mercy, sending us both to a similar place of heaven. Leaving no time I pull up slowly, feeling his length slide out of me- inch by pleasurable inch. His hands grab my hips helping to move me back down onto him. I bring my face to the crook of his neck and inhale his scent once more.

My heart clenches in remembrance of the time when elves still entered the human world when my kin wasn't in hiding. I had a mate once, but he died a thousand years ago. Would he have left me behind?

I shake the mood dampening thoughts away and moan when I feel how deep his member is inside me. Helena, when was the last time this felt so good? A while I think to myself.