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The Hearts of Elves

By: Maibelle



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Copyright 2012 Michelle Maibelle

Lagathor had intrigued me since the moment I saw him. He wasn't like the others in his group who had involved me on this quest into the Territory of Men. While they saw me simply as a hired mercenary that had skill with a bow, Lagathor seemed to take me on like a comrade.

Only a few days earlier, I had been sought out for my skills as a bowman. Elves are known for their competency with a bow, after all, and I was no exception. I stood 6'3", had silver hair typical of my people, and wore the green shade favored in Galantria, my city. The men, meanwhile, were also the norm for their own people--shorter than me, though not by much, brown wavy hair, more muscular and marbled bodies. I assumed they were also more hairy under their leather clothes, which I tried not to think about too much. I had always favored the human flavor, unlike most of the other elves I grew up with. I can't really say where this particular fixation formed from. Perhaps the stories I was told by my elders of warriors and kings in a faraway land.

I was up at the front of the marching line with the leader of the group with Lagathor while five men were behind us. 

"Ruddy elves always thinkin' they're better than us," said a man to his friend.

The other grunted his assent. "Comin' out here fer one, that's the foolishness of it. Dunno what the top man is thinking."

Recognizing that my expression was turning grim, Lagathor sent me a look. 

"Everyone!" Announced the leader of our troupe, Gorda, to everyone. "We have travelled long enough. It's time to stop to rest for a time before we start up again."

"Again?" Grumbled the men behind us. "We have not travelled long. Perhaps Gorda grows weak. Our men are waiting for us."

However much they seemed to dissent, they joined in a circle on the side of the road and began partaking in lunch. Lagathor and I sat off to the side from everyone and began to talk to one another.

"I don't know why they say those things about you, Alyan" he said, taking a bite of his bread. "You've not said one thing to them since you've been with us these past few days."

I shook my head. "I don't either. I'm here to help."

"Perhaps they are jealous of you. I can't suppose why else they would say these things."

I smiled. "Why is it that you are not like them?"

"Because my mother taught my not to be pig-headed, that is why." 

I looked into his rugged face, careful not to stare. His chin was growing a thin layer of facial hair, and his green eyes shone from his manly exterior. He was a handsome man by any account. I observed his calloused hands and saw a silver ring or two, but none placed on his wedding finger. "A good man like you must have a lady waiting back home."

He shook his head. "I've had my mind towards my career in sword fighting. A man doesn't become head of the royal guard from flirting with girls, does he?"

I popped a grape into my mouth. "I suppose not."

"You, though, Alyan... You must have a girl."

I shook my head. "I do not have the same aspirations as you, but I admit that I am not involved with anyone."

"Eternity to decide on a mate--I suppose it must be difficult to decide."

"Well... Particularly in my case."

"Your case?"

I shrugged, and averted my gaze.

"Alyan, what do you speak of? You can tell me."

"I am not like most people, Lagathor. I desire... Different company from women."

His eyes enlarged, and then fluttered back down. "Different from women? What do you reference, goats?"

I laughed. "Perhaps you could say that of some of the sort I've been with. No, I'm talking about something different. I desire male company." 

Lagathor's eyes opened wider again, though not to the extent they had before. "Males?" He looked down to his bread in thought. "How many have you been with?"

"A few. Perhaps as many woman as you have had company with."

He grinned to me, but chose not to respond on that topic. "What is it like?"

His line of questioning caused in me a mild spike in excitement, though I tried to respond as calmly as possible "I don't quite know how to compare it to anything else. It's not really something you can put into words—I was born this way, after all, so I don't know much different from it."

He nodded. "Best not to tell the others about what you have told me. If they find out, it could be very bad for you. I'm sure that you already realize that they do not have the best of opinions towards you."

"Yes. That enough I know."

He patted me on the arm. "Good. I'll be sure to keep your secret, Alyan."

It wasn't long before Gorda announced that we had to be setting off again. We arrived at the gates of the castle well into the night, everyone deciding that it would be foolish to make another stop out in the wilderness when they were so close to home. Each of the warriors that I had been travelling with had their own barracks or homes to go back to, while I was assigned my own private residence inside of the castle. It was a simple room, with a basin and candlestick on top of the desk along with a four poster bed. The entire room was made of heavy stone, and as I approached the large window, I looked out and observed the twinkling lights of the little town below.

Just as I was untying the cloak from around my neck, I heard a knock on the door. Curious, assuming that it was a maid or cleaning woman of some sort, I opened the door without even asking who was on the other side. In the light of both our candles, I took in the sight of Lagathor standing in front of me.

"Oh, Lagathor. Did you need something? Is there anything wrong?"
He motioned to open his mouth, but shut it back up and looked at the floor.

"What's the matter?" I continued.

Catching his courage, he mumbled, "May I come in?"

"Yes, of course. Make yourself welcome." I parted aside for him, and he sat on the bed. I followed, seating myself next to him.

"Alyan... This isn't easy for me to say. I don't even know if this is really something I feel, or if I'm being ridiculous."

By the Gods! Was he going to tell me what I thought he was?

"... When you told me that you desired men instead of women, it shocked me. Here in Empora, it is highly frowned upon to lie with a man as you would a woman, particularly if that man is a soldier for the crown."

I looked to him, waiting for him to finish his thoughts. He seemed like he wanted me to fill the space with some kind of comment, but I wasn't biting.

"Alyan, I've never told anyone this and I thought I would take it to the grave, but I'm just like you. I love men. In fact, I think I love you a little bit."

By the expression in his face, I could tell that he might have regretted making that last statement. I felt my lips turn into a smile, and he seemed comforted by that.

"I'm glad you told me, Lagathor. And I'm happy to hear that you love me, but maybe we should slow things down a bit, right? So have you ever had sex with anyone before?"

He shook his head. "I've kissed a few women, of course, but never anything like sex. I thought... Well, if you don't like me, I understand. It at least felt good to tell someone my secret." His gaze was to the floor, and he started fidgeting with his fingers.

"Hey, don't take things so hard. I only hesitate because I don't want to jump in to something before making the right decision. It doesn't mean that I don't like you."

His eyes sprung up to me. "So you do like me, a little bit?"

My hand moved to touch at his hair. He stared right at me when I did so, not moving a muscle. I didn't know if this was from fear or shock—perhaps it was a bit of both. "Yeah, of course I do. You're a handsome man, Lagathor."

He blushed. "I think you're nice, too."

It was funny how a man of such stature and strength could act like a teenage boy when it came to love. I smiled, then gently kissed him. His lips were soft, and I could tell that he was trembling. I pulled back and asked, "Do you want to do this tonight?"

The redness in his cheeks darkened. "If you're interested... I mean, I don't want to force myself on you. You don't have to do this just because I barged in here."

Oh, he can barge in on me all he wants... I thought with a smile.

I placed my arms around him into a hug, touching the outline of his body that his heavy leather clothing created. He was a strong man, there was no question. From all the training and muscle training that his regiment was put through, I'm sure there were many more beautiful surprises hiding for me under all the junk he was wearing. His touches on me were slow, delicate, as if he were trying to do things without screwing it up too much. I didn't mind—it was a nice change to be with someone so vulnerable and concerned. It told me that he cared about me just a bit more than some of the others I had lay with before.

I moved to kiss him again, and he followed my lead. The touches on his tongue were mild at first before developing into something more passionate and heavy. I passed my hand through his hair once more, then massaged along his tense neck. I could feel my cock hardening with desire as my thoughts raced towards what might come next. 

My body hot, I tore my shirt off and threw it across the room. Lagathor stared, taking in the sight of my toned chest and developed arms. His hand roved to touch my skin... He went to my arm at first, then travelled up to my shoulders, then descended towards my nipples.

"This is the first time that you've ever touched a man like this?" I asked.

His relaxed gaze looked up to me. "Yes. You're... You're a beautiful person. I'm so thankful that you let me spend time with you tonight. I have this feeling that something like this might never happen again, that this will be my only chance to really feel love."

My face fell at the words. "Don't say that! You just have to put yourself out there, try to find people—"

"And get kicked out of the guard? Put on a stake to be burned to death? There's no way, no way... I don't live in a place like you do, Alyan. I can't find people like you can... I'll probably end up marrying some poor woman, and make a bunch of babies to serve my duty to the king..."

I didn't quite know how to respond to this. Perhaps now I understood why he seemed so tense, pent-up with strain. I felt bad for him, and wanted to give to him what he could not perhaps have again for the rest of his life. If he himself stated that this was his fate because of the customs of his people, who was I to argue with him? Such miserable people, to deny someone love because they were born interested in the same sex. I found myself thankful for being born an elf. 

"Just forget about all that," I said. "Just... I'll talk to you about it later. I want you to kiss me now."

He did as I commanded, perhaps happy that he didn't have to delve much deeper into his soul for me. My cock hardened once more at his touch on my lips, and I wanted something more of him to touch besides his leather. I fingered towards his long black vest, slipping it off his shoulders. He barely noticed when I had taken the garment off, and was quite cooperative when I lifted his heavy tunic over his head. His body was strong and hairy, just as I like men. I didn't have much time to admire the view, because he was grasping me closer to him, feeling around my back.

I moaned, putty in his arms as he spread his hands around me. For someone who had never been intimate with someone, he was an expressive lover. Perhaps he was just a passionate person, and this expressed itself in his lovemaking? Some people are born to love, I suppose. Which was why it was such a shame that he should be denied the ability to love those he was born to be with...

I gently pushed him back on the bed, and I aligned myself on top of him. I still had my pants on, though I'd kicked my shoes off before he'd even arrived. I felt him slowly move his hands down my back and towards my ass. I grinned at him as he became apprehensive, and his expression turned beet red.

"Sorry, I shouldn't..."

"Don't be silly! Go ahead—touch me."

He laughed off his tension then moved his hands lower towards my firm, round ass. I was on the thin side, though perhaps not by elf standards, but I still had a bit to grab back there. I kissed on his mouth, our frenching reaching new depths of pressure and exploration. He cupped my ass, rubbing me up-and-down, and I could feel his erection bob up to meet mine. I felt my mind grow hot with desire, and I pattered out some inescapable moans. His fingers began touching around towards my ass hole, teasing me with intermittent pressure.

What a naughty boy. He must have had a lot of time to think about what he wanted to do to a man in bed once he got one.

I rubbed my cock against him, staring into his eyes and baring my teeth in arousal as he continued to touch my butt. 

"What do you think you're doing back there?" I grinned.

I could tell by the way his expression changed around that he was telling himself to not be timid. So cute. "Feeling you."

"You like my elf ass?"

He laughed. "Yes."

"Is it just elves that you like, or do you like men as well?"

"Any man who is attractive, it does not matter to me much what their race or colors are."
I nodded. "Would you like some oral attention?"

It seemed hard for him to accept at first, but he eventually assented. I pressed my face against his chest, breathing in his scent. Sighing happily at the musk of his body, I sucked lightly at one of his nipples. He jumped a bit at first, perhaps not expecting me to stop and nuzzle there. After a time, though, he seemed to be enjoying it, and touched his other nipple while I licked and sucked away. I noticed his hand travel down to another part of his body, though... An area that I knew was on the menu in only a short amount of time.

I moved down south, pushing his hand away. His tights were in the way of what I wanted, but it took little effort to pull them off of him. I felt at his thighs as I pulled the hose off, and found them to be large and firm from his training. He lay on the bed, eyes closed and facing the ceiling. A thick, engorged cock lay waiting against his lower abdomen. 

I lay next to him, looking to his face first before making the first lick. His cock was already salt with precum, and I sucked with a voracity that I usually reserved for the final act of love making. He cried out in pleasure, pushing my head away, knowing that the experience would soon be over if I continued with the speed that I was going out. He panted as he crossed eyes with one another.

Then he sat up and began tugging my pants off. My dick bounced out of its clothed shell, and he couldn't help but go at me with the same ravenousness that I had done to him before. I fell back, trying to contain my orgasm as his hot, tight mouth worked its way on me. 

"Fuck," I uttered, bouncing into his mouth. I couldn't help it—the pleasure was too much to keep from bubbling over. I gasped, then exploded into his mouth. He took all of my load and swallowed it, wiping his mouth after he finished me off.

Then he got more aggressive.

He turned me over, groping my ass at first before rubbing his thick cock between my cheeks. His expression was a strange mix of pensive and glazed as he stared down at the way my physique grooved around his member. My body was fully relaxed—almost to the point of falling asleep—so he probably could have fucked me dry and I'd have been as calm as a napping infant.

He took his member in his hand, pressing it against my opening. He didn't look to my hole as he did it—his gaze only landed on my head. I looked back to him, a tranquil expression on my face.

"It's all right?" He asked.

"Yes. Just lubricate it a bit." 

I don't know why, but there was something that I very much liked about Lagathor. Sure, he was a complete closet case and would probably never escape his self-made prison, but I enjoyed his company He was a very sweet person, and his vulnerability only served to make me empathize with him. I would have felt inclined to form a relationship with him, but how could it happen? He would never leave his post.

He covered his penis with a thin layer of saliva, then gently began pushing inside. I breathed deeply, letting myself stretch to accommodate his girth. At first, he just felt at the connection we formed together, not moving much at all. Gradually, he began pumping and softly moaning with every motion he made. He touched at my hair and kissed my back as he gyrated into me, thrusting deeper and more quickly inside of me. After fucking me for as long as he could muster, he came inside of me. His body slumped over on to me for a moment so that he could catch his breath, but knowing his relative size to me, he lumbered off onto his back. 

We crept up to align ourselves with the intended structure of the bed and snuck under the covers. Still naked, we looked to each other and made small nips. 

"It's probably not good for me to stay," said Lagathor. "If people knew I was here, things could end very badly."

I nodded. "No pressure, I understand that you have your livelihood to think of."

He looked down to my chest and touched my arm. "Thank you for tonight."

"No need to thank me. We might see each other another time, you know... We could keep seeing each other."

A smile crept on his face at the possibility. "I don't know. We might eventually be caught, and then what? I wouldn't like to run the risk... Tonight was enough for me."

My eyes cast down. "I see. Well, the offer is open, if you change your mind. Who knows, though—someone might end up making an honest woman out of me, and then where will you be?"

He laughed lightly. "You're right."

The sound of a shot in the distance rang in our ears—like a firework, or explosion. We stared with alarmed expressions at one another for a moment, waiting to see if another blast would go off. When one did, both of us sprang up towards the window and stared out. In the faint moonlight, we could see it—a giant crowd, marching towards the castle. Small flames help point out the size and extremity of the army size. It must have been at least ten thousand out there. 

"Oh, shit!" Said Lagathor. He grasped around on the ground for his clothes and jumped about to get back into his hose and shoes. As soon as he had his tunic over his head, he was out the door. I didn't know if his immediacy to action was because of his duty as a soldier or if he was afraid that someone might see him leave my room if he was not speedy. Either way, I dressed with more hesitancy to give him a head start towards the war chamber so that we would not be seen entering together.

When I showed up, all the main, important soldiers were assembled in the room. Most of them gave me glaring looks, and I heard one or two mention something like, "Lazy, irresponsible elf." The king of the castle sat at a large, round table while Gorda stood behind him, pacing. Lagathor, ever in character, sent me a puppy-dog look. Outside, I could hear foot soldiers assembling and leaders giving them instructions to line up.

"Now," said Gorda, "I know this looks like a suicide mission. The orc army is large, yes, and they are well known for the prowess as warriors. But if we put our minds and hearts together, we can beat them off. Luck is already in our favor, considering that our elf accomplice Alyan is in our presence. Consider if we had been on the road now, while the orcs were marching?" He shook his head. "It could have ended very badly, for certain. Alyan, your archers are assembled above for you instruction. I trust that you are ready for the attack?"

I nodded.

"Good. Lagathor, your horse has already been dressed and is ready for combat. Your men are lining up as we speak..."