0 comments/ 54908 views/ 10 favorites The Elven Princess Ch. 1 By: 102582 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. Her screams echoed through the room as she finally began to cum, waves of unspeakable pleasure shooting through her like lightning and her pussy contracting almost painfully around her finger. She felt a burst of her juices rush past her hand and her nipples spurted Mamsina, great white gobs of it landing on her chest and face. Her hips bucked furiously against her phantom lover and her bliss showed no sign of subsiding any time soon. Just then, the great oak door to Brigittes bedroom opened, "Brigitte..." someone called before seeing her there, pussy lips spread wide, finger pistoning into her sex, perky breasts coated with thick gobs mamsina and rock hard nipples spurting out more. Brigitte gasped and writhed there, powerless to stop her overwhelming orgasm as she saw her childhood nanny and now chief handmaiden standing dumbfounded in the doorway. "Y...your ladyship..." the woman stammered, quickly averting her eyes "I... I'm so sorry... I didn't realize that you were... um..." Her voice trailed off. Brigittes magnificent orgasm stopped rather suddenly, leaving her feeling a tad unfulfilled and she quickly stood and wrapped herself in a nearby towel. "Please Nana don't tell my father!" She pleaded "Don't tell anyone!" Brigitte had never felt so ashamed in her life, an errant glob of her mamsina ran down her cheek and she thought she would die of embarrassment. "Yes m'Lady..." The older elf returned "I will tell no one..." Brigitte wiped the droplet of Mamsina from her cheek "Why did you come here?" She asked, trying to salvage any scrap of her dignity that remained. "Y...your father" Nana stammered "He asked that I take you out on a picnic, for it is such a lovely day, he didn't think you'd want to be cooped up here in the palace..." Brigitte noticed that Nana was staring at her discarded panties, taking in how completely soaked they were. "yes." Brigitte said, answering Nanas last question and acting as if nothing had happened "a picnic would be lovely, let me dress and meet me in the courtyard." Nana bowed and quickly left the room. She ran as fast as her aging legs could take her to the small palace chapel and fell fell at the base of the large prayer shrine "Lord of elves forgive my princess!" she pleaded "She knows not what she does, for her mind is still young and impressionable and poisoned by lust. Let her sins of masturbation be cleansed from her soul!" "Masturbation?" A voice came from behind "Her royal ladyship?" Nana turned to see the palace chaplain standing there, dressed in his sumptuous robes "I.. It was an accident that I found her." Nana stammered "I walked in on her to find her finger deep in her sacred canal and her breasts covered in mamsina." She began to tear up "She's so very young!" She continued "To young to think of such sinful things!" "She will be forgiven" The chaplain answered "Go now and let your mind be unworried and unburdened." He smiled to himself as the woman left and stroked the scar on his left arm. -------------------------------------- Brigitte dried herself thoroughly, carefully wiping the remnants of her masturbation away. She could hardly believe that she'd been careless enough to let herself be cought pleasuring herself so wantonly, what if her father had walked in instead of Nana? She could hardly bear the thought of it. For such an early bloomer, she had only discovered the pleasures of her body three short months ago after waking up with her pussy soaked and nipples slick with Mamsina for what seemed like the millionth time. She'd reluctantly worked up the courage to slowly explore the mysteries of her body beneath the covers that night, just touching her clit at first, rubbing it slowly until she came hard, shooting her sticky cream all over her silken sheets. From that day on it seemed like all she could think of was sex, sneaking into the library when she got the chance and reading as much as she could about it, peering at boys and men she met and fantasizing about them, wondering what it would be like to have them fill her. At night, she grew bolder in her explorations, massaging her slit along its length and eventually easing her thin finger into her, loving every minute of it despite the pain of her virgin walls stretching farther than they'd ever been before. She'd played with herself every single day since that fateful night three months ago, mostly as she lay in bed but sometimes during the day, she sometimes worried that there might be something wrong with her for wanting it that much, but there was nothing she could do to stop her urges. Nana had told her of women who just couldn't say no and Brigitte strongly suspected that she was one of them. She sighed and threw her towel aside, ashamed and embarrassed at being caught, even a little angry that what had so far been the greatest orgasm of her life was so suddenly interrupted, leaving her annoyingly unsatisfied. Even worse, there was no time to get herself off again, she'd have to go on the picnic horny. She quickly dressed in a fresh gown and headed for the courtyard to meet Nana. ----------------------------------------- It was indeed a beautiful day as Nana and Brigitte found a pleasant verdant hill and lay out a thick blanket and a basket filled with many delicacies and exotic foods. They ate in uncomfortable silence for a bit before finally beginning to speak to each other again. Before long they were giggling and chatting, just like old times. All of a sudden, Brigitte heard a strange noise in the nearby woods. "What was that?" she asked, ultra sensitive Elven hearing kicking in. Her ears angled themselves ever so slightly towards the woods, like the ears of a prowling tigress. "What?" asked Nana "I didn't hear a thing." "It must be my mind playing tricks on me." Brigitte answered as they finished eating. "I'm going to clean up. " Nana stated "All right." Brigitte answered "I think I'll take a walk around the meadow. "Don't go far." Nana cautioned "I won't." Brigitte answered, standing and straightening the lines of her expensive skirt. She was unbelievably horny from sitting all this time without having finished her earlier session of masturbation and a little 'walk alone' was just what she needed right now. She quickly slipped into the woods, out of Nanas sight and began walking. She could barely keep her hands off herself, but she forced herself to hang on until she was well out of range of Nanas hearing and vision. She walked a bit more until she saw a clearing in the woods, in the middle a beautiful little pond, complete with a delicate waterfall. "Perfect!" She said to herself , this would let her wash away the evidence. It was a lovely day for a swim anyway and Brigitte eagerly peeled off her gown and undergarments, laying them carefully on the bank of the small pond. She knew she didn't have much time, so she eagerly jumped into the clear water, squealing as the cold liquid hit her, hardening her nipples instantly and sending a small spurt of Mamsina out of the left one. She sat herself down on a slippery rock under the cool water and quickly began fondling her eager sex, it was not long before she felt her orgasm build in her and picked up her pace to a frantic level. Suddenly, she heard something in the woods again, this time loud and close... Panic hit her and she leapt from the cool water, darting for her clothes. She heard another sound, even closer this time and she knew she'd made a mistake by coming here. She threw on her clothes as fast as possible as the noise came yet again and two of the trees that formed the edge of the small clearing fell away like popsicle sticks. There stood a monstrous creature the likes of which Brigitte had never seen before in her life. It stood nearly nine feet tall, its body muscular and thick with green, warty skin and a massive, hideous face uglier than anything Brigitte had ever imagined. It wore nothing but a small loincloth and carried a massive, crudely spiked club. Brigitte struggled not to scream as she stepped away from the beast. He roared and advanced, Brigitte jumped back without thinking and found herself falling into the cold water of the pond, gasping in shock and fear. The monster continued to advance towards her and she stumbled out of the lake, her now soaked gown clung uncomfortably to her body and had turned translucent, exposing most of her charms to the ferocious monster as she ran frantically through the woods. She moved with quickness only an elf could posses through the thick wood, hampered only slightly by the added weight of her wet gown, but she could hear the monster behind her, keeping up with no problem. "Nana!" She cried "Nana help!" She neared the edge of the woods and ran out into the meadow to find Nana running towards her "What is it m'Lady?" The older elf asked, "whats happening?" "Monster!" Brigitte answered "Monster!" The creature ran after her into the meadow and gave a powerful roar. Nana screamed in terror as she saw it. Brigitte turned and called up a surge of magical energy as easily as a human might lift her arm and letting it fly at the beast in the form of a blast of iridescent power. It hit the creature and bounced off harmlessly, causing him to give an amused grunt. "Elf!" it struggled to say "Die!" The Elven Princess Ch. 1 "Run m'Lady!" Nana yelled "Save yourself!" She charged headlong at the monster before Brigitte could do anything to stop her, he slapped her effortlessly away and she fell to the ground, limp. "You bastard!" Brigitte yelled "You killed her!" She launched a second, stronger burst of magical force at the foe, again it bounced off harmlessly and the creature grew closer. "Do you really think an Elven princess is not taught to defend herself?" Brigitte asked drawing a small dagger that had been expertly concealed in the hem of her dress and assuming a graceful fighting position. The monster reached her and she struck it expertly with her knife, slicing across its fat stomach. She looked up in shock to see that it was completely unharmed by her attack, it hadn't even left a mark. It laughed and tossed its club away "Elf!" He said "Tight!" Starting to panic slightly, Brigitte struck it again, stabbing her blade straight at the monsters pot belly. The strong blade shattered on the monsters thick flesh. The beast grabbed for Brigitte and she quickly flipped away, he caught hold of her long skirt instead of her leg and tugged at it, ripping Brigittes gown apart up to her crotch. The disappointed monster tossed away the scrap of cloth he held and undid his loincloth with the other hand. Briggites jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she saw the 18 inch long monster of a cock that the creature revealed. There was no way she could survive what she was sure the creature had in mind, she thought, watching the member slowly stiffen. She pulled a second slim blade from a secret pouch in her sleeve and backed carefully away. The monster ran forward with speed not fitting its size and cought Brigitte of guard. She tried to flip away again but cought her foot on a rock and fell onto her back, landing hard and getting the wind knocked out of her. The monster smiled as he looked down at the gorgeous elf girl in see through clothes, his giant cock standing tall now, as thick and long as Brigittes thigh. Before she could react, the monster grabbed her legs and pulled them wide. She began praying in her head harder than she'd ever prayed before for some great god to appear and save her, with each second the realization of what was happening hit her harder. This couldn't be happening, she told herself, this kind of thing didn't happen to princesses, not to her anyway. She felt the monster grab hold of her slight panties and brutally rip them off, completely exposing her tiny slit to him. "You." she heard a gentle, almost whispering voice say in an amazingly calm tone "Stop." The monster turned his attention from Brigitte and towards the voices origin, as did Brigitte. She was heartened as she saw a familiar presence standing there, the master of the bladedancers guild, a warrior beyond comparison. She didn't know his name, but neither did anyone else, not even her father himself. He was not a tall man, only standing half a head taller than Brigitte and was quite thin and wiry. His body was covered in layer upon layer of black clothing, boots, pants tunic, shirt, cloak, even gloves, all black as midnight and all decorated with runes and sigils Brigitte herself could not recognize. Similar symbols carved of stone bone and whatever else she didn't know hung on bands around his neck. His hair was long and almost pure white, blowing around him in the wind. At his side hung a beautifully crafted sword more ancient than anything Brigitte had ever seen or heard tale of. It was this man who had tought Bridgett all she knew of fighting at her fathers request. "Let her go." The Blademaster said calmly, not moving at all. The monster chuckled and turned towards him. He stared the beast down, flexing his heavily gloved hands. "You will not survive troll." He said "You will either die slowly and painfully or with mercy, the choice is yours as to which." The monster growled and ran towards the blademaster. The Elven warrior moved suddenly and with incredible speed, Brigitte could not see his legs move as he ran, it was as if he was floating just above the ground. The troll struck out but the blademaster was gone, standing behind the beast before he'd realized what happened. Brigitte saw his sword disappear from its scabbard for a scant second before reappearing just as suddenly as it had gone. The troll suddenly froze in its tracks as the blademaster turned and walked away, he had barely gone five steps before the trolls torso fell forward off of its legs, leaving him cut perfectly in half. Brigitte screamed in utter horror as blood and gore erupted from the creatures exposed innards, raining blood and what else Brigitte couldn't imagine onto the verdant grass. "Y...you saved me!" She stammered, standing and covering herself with what remained of her skirt "How did you know we were here?" She stared at her savior, the brave warrior who'd appeared to save her, she'd never felt so grateful to anyone in her life, she just wanted to jump his bones and fuck him till she couldn't think straight. Even after coming so close to being raped to death she felt her slit moisten "Your such a whore!" She teased herself mentally. "Did you really think you could leave the palace without being watched Brigitte?" The blademaster asked. Brigitte realized how unusual it felt not to be called princess or ladyship, she almost felt angry for a moment. "Why did you wait so long to save me then?" she asked "I wished to see how well you would defend yourself." He replied "You didn't do very well." It occurred to Brigitte that if he had been watching her since they left the palace he would have seen what she did in the pond, she found her pussy growing even wetter at the prospect, she hoped he enjoyed the show. "I defended myself as best I could!" She said to the blademaster "and how dare you speak to me like that, I am the royal princess of the high elves!" "I only speak the truth." He countered "Is truth the enemy of Nobility?" "Your duty is to the Nobility." Brigitte answered. "My duty is to the Elven people." He replied "Be they rich or poor." "Do you save every elf as you saved me today?" Brigitte asked "Your father has asked me to look after you as a personal favor Brigitte." He answered "all is not well in your kingdom, remember that." "What do you mean?" Brigitte asked "I can't say." The blademaster returned "But don't worry, your in no danger, I'm looking after you. Brigitte remembered her fantasy of being watched that afternoon and wondered if it had been true after all. "Yes." The blademaster said in response to the look on her face "I've seen what you do in the privacy of your bedroom, every night, many times during the day now too, you're a very horny girl, aren't you Brigitte?" Brigitte stood dumbfounded for a moment, she could hardly believe all the things he had seen her done, she was mortified, yet aroused beyond her wildest dreams at the same time. She gathered up all her courage "Yes." She replied "I am, I have urges, but I can never seem to... scratch the itch. I need a man to do it for me." She gave him her sexiest smile, somehow looking like pure innocence and a complete whore at the same time. The blademaster stared at her, god how gorgeous she was, if she hadn't been the princess he would have laid her down and had his way with her right then and there. He could tell thats what she wanted, she really was a horny, horny girl. "Come on." He said after a moment. Lets get back to the palace. "What about Nana?" Brigitte asked "Is she..." "No." The blademaster answered "Just unconscious." He waved his hand and Nanas body rose into the air, hovering gently near him. "Where did that thing come from?" Brigitte asked, standing much closer to the blademaster than was necessary. "Silver mines." The blademaster answered "The orcs send them through." "Orcs?" Brigitte asked "Here?" "No" the blademaster replied "But nearer than your father wants you to think. Either way they pose you little threat high up in the castle." For some reason that last statement made Brigitte feel somewhat guilty. -------------------------------------- The beautiful day had given way to a hot, sweaty night as Brigitte collapsed onto her bed, recently changed into her nightgown. She'd spent her entire afternoon speaking with her father and his generals about the attack and had just now made it back to her room. She still hadn't had a good orgasm yet and she felt like she would explode if she didn't cum soon. She kicked her nightgown up around her waist and ran a gentle finger over her wet slit, gasping at the sensation. Her thoughts shifted to the blademaster, just the thought of him turning her on even farther. She remembered what he'd said about seeing her at night, was he watching her now? She hoped so. She quietly stood and let her silk nightgown fall back to its natural position, running to her door and locking it securely, she'd learned her lesson. Next, she walked to her window and looked down at the city at night. She was unimaginably aroused, the days pent up sexual frustration blending with the exhibitionist thrill of being watched to drive her wild with lust. She looked down at her thin nightgown, noticing that the silk over each of her yearning nipples was already moist with her gently leaking mamsina, she must have been even more turned on than she thought. Taking a deep breath, she moved as close to the window as she could, letting her knees press against the stone windowsill then reaching down and cupping her dainty hand over her crotch, feeling the heat of her slit through the white silk of her nightgown and letting the silver ring she wore, a gift from her mother, sparkle in the moonlight. A moment passed and Brigitte felt her wetness soak through her thin nightgown and moisten her finger tips. She could hardly believe how horny she was as she massaged her tight slit through the nightgown, relishing the feeling it gave her. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away and ran it up her body, her wet fingers leaving a slight trail of moisture up her stomach, her left breast bouncing slightly as her hand hit it. She giggled at how naughty she was being and began massaging her hard nipples through the nightgown, moaning with pleasure as she did and feeling her thick mamsina squirt out, soaking large spots into her nightgown. Her clitoris was begging to be touched and she unconsciously moved her hips in a semi circular motion, thrusting at a nonexistent lover. A drop of her slippery juices ran slowly down her thigh and she knew that she was wetter than she'd ever been before. She stayed like that for a few minutes, the wind blowing her hair and her fingers running over her hard nipples at a frantic pace, she could feel an orgasm building from the stimulation of her nipples alone and she moaned in pleasure, her legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. Suddenly, she pulled her fingers away and grabbed a nearby chair, positioning it in front of the window and lowering herself slowly and seductively into it. She spread her legs wide, bracing one foot on either side of the large window and feeling the warm breeze blow up the skirt of her nightgown and over her sensitive pussy. She wasted no time in pulling the nightgown up and over her hips, letting her lower body be nude in the night air. The entire area between her legs was slick and shiny with copious amounts of her wetness and even her blonde bush was matted with the stuff. Her position naturally spread her wet lips apart, exposing the bright pink of her inner depths to the night air and causing her to moan one more time. She couldn't take it anymore, and forced the tip of a finger into her desperately tight pussy, ramming it in hard despite the pain. Her breath was coming in frantic gasps now as she rode her finger like a girl possessed. She rammed the digit into herself harder and farther than ever before, even feeling the cold silver of her mothers ring enter her tight canal. She screamed in absolute bliss as a massive orgasm approached. Just then, a knock came at the door "Your Ladyship" a voice came, "Tis I the Chaplain, can we speak?" Brigitte cursed under her breath, interrupted again! At this rate she'd never get to cum, and by now she felt like she needed to cum as much as she needed to breathe. "O...one minute..." She stammered, pulling her finger out of her tight pussy with a loud slurping sound. She looked down at her nightgown, covered in the juices of her arousal, she couldn't be seen like that so she did the only thing she could think of, dove back into bed and pulled the covers tight over herself, despite the extreme heat of the night. She pointed her finger and magically unlocked the door. "Enter." She said, her voice quivering slightly. The chaplain entered the room and immediately walked to the window, drawing the curtains closed. He noticed the wet spot on the seat of the nearby chair and smiled to himself. "What did you want?" Brigitte asked "I know your secret." The chaplain replied, turning to face her " I know how you slide your finger as deep into your young, dripping hole as you can and pump it in and out until you cum all over yourself!" Brigitte whent white with shock "Please don't tell anyone!" She said, her voice quivering quite a bit now. "Oh I won't." the chaplain answered, "as long as you do something for me in return." "What?" Brigitte asked, confused and afraid. "Your father keeps a book on his nightstand." The chaplain began "I need it but he does not allow me in his chambers, and would watch me too closely even if he did. You will get this book and bring it to me or you'll dirty little secret won't be a secret anymore" "O... okay." Brigitte answered, I'll do it, but you can't tell anyone about... that..." Her heart felt as though it would beat its way out of her chest. "Oh, that's not all I want..." The chaplain continued, with one swift motion pulling the covers off Brigitte, revealing her nightgown soaked through with her arousal. She gasped and desperately struggled to cover herself to no avail. "My my." The chaplain said, smiling at the erotic sight before him "You are a naughty little girl aren't you?..." Brigitte was paralyzed with shock as the chaplain approached her and grabbed hold of her skirt, forcefully pulling it up to her hips and revealing her still-very-wet pussy "You need to be tought a lesson, you naughty, naughty girl!" He continued. "Wait!" Brigitte called, her voice finally returning to her "If you touch me I'll tell my father and he'll have you killed!" The chaplain pulled away and Brigitte quickly pulled the covers back over herself. "Very well." He said "But you will still bring me the book." Without a farther word he turned and walked out of the room. Brigitte sat there, in shock for a moment, then began wringing her hands together nervously, as she always did when she was worried. The familiar presence of her mothers silver ring was strangely absent from her finger. Shocked, she looked around before something dawned on her and she became aware of an uncomfortable sensation inside of her sex. Her mother would kill her if she lost the ring, let alone lost it, in there... She quickly ran her finger to her still well lubed slit and forced her finger inside, it was painful with her pussy no longer aroused, but she drove it anyway, biting her lower lip out of pain. After what seemed like an eternity of painfully forcing the digit onwards she felt the ring brush against her finger tip. Try as she might, she couldn't budge it, her finger was just at the wrong angle and her pussy was just too tight. She needed help. She threw off her moist nightgown and washed herself free of her juices before donning a loose fitting robe and running down the hall to Nanas room, the ring sitting uncomfortably inside her. "Nana!" She called, throwing open the door "I need help!" "What is it m'Lady?" The older elf asked "Remember this morning..." Brigitte continued "What you saw me... doing." She turned bright red with embarrassment. "No." Nana answered, much to Brigittes shock "I'm afraid I don't, they tell me I took a nasty hit on the head and I can't seem to remember much anything that happened this morning." "Oh."Brigitte answered "I see, well I... uh..." She couldn't bring herself to say it. "It's nothing." She finished abruptly, stepping out of the room again. She couldn't bare to tell anyone her 'dirty little secret', that only left one person she could turn to. -------------------------------------- Brigitte traveled through the busy streets with a hood over her head, trying hard not to draw any attention to herself. She knew that her beauty was a legend in the great city and she knew how many men desired her enough to try raping her, how many people would recognize her. She half ran to the guild hall of the bladedancers, the foreign presence inside her growing more and more uncomfortable with each step she took. She reached her destination and looked up at the tall guild hall, she wondered how she would get in without anyone noticing. "Looking for me?" a voice came from behind. Brigitte turned to see the blademaster standing there. "Yes." She answered, blushing "I need your help, is there a place we can talk?" "Follow me." The warrior answered, he led her into an alleyway and through a back door to a small, sparsely furnished room. "What is it?" He asked once they were inside. "I... I lost my ring." Brigitte answered. The blademaster stared at her as if she were the biggest fool he'd ever met. "It's, well, it's in my... private... place." She answered "I can't get it out myself, and no one can find out... you know... how it got in there, so I need your help! Please!" The blademaster was completely stunned, staring at her in disbelief "I don't know if it would be... appropriate for me to help." He answered. He remembered all the times he'd watched her pleasure herself, how she'd tried to seduce him this morning, how totally gorgeous she was. He could hardly believe this was happening. "Please!" Brigitte pleaded "I really need your help!" She dropped off her thick cloak, revealing a short dress and fell into one of the chairs in the room. The blademaster watched with amazement as she hiked up the skirt, revealing her tiny pink slit to him. It occurred to Brigitte how turned on this would usually have made her, but right now she was too anxious and nervous for that, her pussy was dry. "All right." The blademaster said "I'll see what I can do." He knelt between Brigittes legs and she gasped as she felt his finger pressing against her tiny opening. "That hurts!" She called, pulling her hips back slightly. "Your so tight." The blademaster answered, "Try to relax a little." "Its always like that." Brigitte answered. He tried to enter her again and again she called out and stopped him. He stood and walked away, returning in a moment with a vial of cooking oil. Brigitte watched as he poured a generous amount of the thick liquid onto his hand and spread it over his fingers. He pushed against her sex once more and she felt his slippery finger ease into her a bit. She whimpered slightly and bit her lower lip as his finger, wider than her own spread her tight walls. It hurt quite a bit as he pressed on "Hurry!" She cried, her body tense. All at once, he pulled his finger out of her. She looked down with surprise "I can't get it from this angle." He said, pulling a second chair over, "Lean over this and let me try." Brigitte did as she was told, putting her stomach on the back of the chair and resting her arms on the seat, thrusting her perfect ass into the air. The blademaster positioned himself behind her and looked at her tightly closed, almost hairless pink folds. As Brigitte waited with baited breath he gently ran his well oiled finger up and down her tiny slit. "Spread your legs a little." He said and she obeyed, her new position drawing her lips open ever so slightly and revealing a sliver of the bright pink beyond. His finger ran to the top of her slit and he gently parted her outer lips, momentarily beginning to caress her sleeping clit. The Elven Princess Ch. 1 Brigitte jumped with surprise. "What are you doing?" She asked. "I need to loosen you up a little." Came the answer. A familiar, pleasant tingling spread through Brigitte as the memory of all the times she'd failed to get herself off that day and the fact that her brave warrior was fingering her both hit her simultaneously. She felt herself grow unimaginably horny, more than she'd ever been before. The blademaster watched as Brigittes slit bloomed with lust, becoming slick with her moisture quite quickly and her clit hardened. He could hear her moaning softly and he smiled as pulled his finger from her tiny bud and drove it hard into her tight sex, producing a feint squishing noise. Her moan turned into a scream of pleasure and she pushed her hips back to meet his finger. "Oh yes!" She screamed. "So," He asked "Did this happen during your little 'show' earlier?" "Yes." Brigitte gasped "Was that for my benefit?" He continued, finally sliding the ring out of her tight, wet tunnel. "Did you enjoy it?" She asked between screams and gasps, a trail of her wetness running down her toned thigh. She felt the ring pull free of her yearning sex and whimpered as the Blademaster removed his hand, her pussy making a sucking noise as it left. Brigitte stood and faced him, he noticed a pair of dark stains on her bodice where her mamsina had been to flow. "I think you did." She said. "Did what?" He asked. "Enjoy my show." Brigitte answered, smiling coquetishly "I saw how you lifted Nana with a thought this morning," She continued "you could have zapped that ring into your hand without ever touching me." "And you could have said something earlier..." The blademaster countered, slipping the wet ring onto her finger. There was a long silence and neither moved. "You should probably go..." The blademaster finally said "No." Brigitte replied, walking slowly and seductively away from the blademaster as she toyed with one of the straps of her dress, pulling it off of her shoulder "I want to stay..." She looked back over her shoulder at the blademaster, giving the sexiest look she could. "Your a virgin Brigitte." The blademaster replied "You must save yourself." "Just because I'm a noble?" Brigitte asked "You said yourself that that doesn't make me any different than the lowliest peasant. I need it, I need you to make love to me." She let her dress fall away, revealing her naked body. The blademaster stood silent, turning to watch her. She collapsed onto the bed, laying there seductively "And you've gotten me so hot." She continued "You can't just leave me hanging!" "You don't seem to have any problems handling that yourself." He replied "thats just an appetizer." She answered, spreading her creamy thighs ever so much "I want the main course..." Her hand ran down her body and to her slight patch of blonde bush. "Its you I think about when I'm touching myself" She continued, letting her finger slide over her delicate crease "I'm thinking about you right now..." She gave her sexiest smile. That seemed to be all he could take, for he was on top of her in a flash, kissing her pouty lips passionately. She eagerly returned the kiss, pressing her firm round breasts up against him as she felt his warm hands roam over her. "Take me!" She pleaded "Please take me!" She felt his tongue pull from her mouth and lick a trail down her neck to her bountiful breasts, teasing her erect nipples and lapping up her sweet mamsina as she screamed for more before running down her body, finally stopping between her smooth thighs. He ran his tongue over her hard clit, tasting her innermost places and she exploded with a massive orgasm almost instantly, all the days pent up sexual release bursting out at once as she screamed and bucked her hips, driving her slit into the blademasters face. She arched her back and every muscle in her petite body tensed as she finally experienced her long over due orgasm, her plentiful juices squirting out onto the blademasters face as he continued to gently lick her driving her to greater and greater heights of passion. She'd never felt anything like this in her life and she never wanted it to stop. She came and came for what seemed like forever before she finally fell back against the bed, her orgasm finally over. The blademaster slipped from between her smooth thighs, his face slick with her juices, and looked down at her. Her entire body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and her chest was dotted with globs of thick mamsina. "Oh my god!" She said after a moment "That was unbelievable!" She looked up and noticed the large bulge in his pants "Now take me!" she continued "I want to feel you inside me!" "Are you sure?" He asked "I've never been so sure of anything!" She replied, spreading her legs wide open. The blademaster undid his pants and his seven inch cock popped free, Brigitte gasped and stared at it, eagerly anticipating what it would feel like inside of her. "Yes!" She yelled "Oh take me!" She felt the tip of his member brush over her slick pink folds, teasing her softly and she moaned with lust, thrusting her hips to meet him. He pushed into her with one swift thrust, spreading her sex farther than it had ever been before and reaching the barrier of her virginity. She whimpered slightly as her walls struggled to accommodate the blademasters member. He thrust into her again, even harder this time and she felt her maidenhead split slightly. It hurt unbelievably and she bit her lip hard as he pulled back slightly and gave the most powerful thrust yet, driving his cock through her virginity and filling depths of her sex that she never even knew she had. Her virgin blood spilled into her and she screamed with pain, feeling the blademasters powerful member bottom out against her sensitive cervix as his balls hit her thighs. She was stretched to her absolute limit and she loved it, the pain of her lost virginity was soon replaced by unbelievable pleasure the likes of which she'd never imagined, barely a minute had passed before she felt her body quiver with orgasm for a second time and her screams turned to calls of delight. She began kneading her perfect breasts together, massaging her ultra-sensitive nipples and milking them of their thick mamsina. The blademaster smiled as he felt her velvet walls convulse around his cock and continued his thrusts, watching his thick member glide into his young lovers tight, wet pussy. He grabbed her rounded hips for leverage and continued his thrusts, cheered on by her moans and screams. She lost track of time as they made love, until she could hardly tell where one orgasm ended and the next began anymore. Finally, she felt the blademaster grunt and plunge his member into her without pulling it back out. Somehow she knew he was ready to cum. "Wait!" She called through gasps of breath "Not inside me! I can't get pregnant!" It was too late for that, her sentence was punctuated by the first hot blast of the blademasters cum shooting into her depths. That was followed by another and then another until she felt filled with hot, sticky cum. The sensation was not at all unpleasant and another small orgasm rocked her petite body before she collapsed exhausted in the blademasters arms and drifted quickly off to sleep, a smile on her face. ---------------------------------------- "So you still don't have it?" A booming voice came "Not yet." The chaplain answered, standing in the dark cave in his expensive robes "But I'll have it soon! Then the king will pay for what he did to me!" A wicked smile crossed his face. To Be Continued...