1 comments/ 31297 views/ 2 favorites Elven Eyes By: mystic_rain_goddess Lillian’s voice came bellowing over the clamor of the noisy pub, “I need another round of ale for the gentlemen at the corner table, Alana!” Lillian was a stout woman with hardened features and tired eyes; she was pleasant to work with, as barmaids go, and tried to make little lasting impression to anyone but her regular customers. Alana’s reply sang over the crowd like a beautiful bird floating on a fowl wind. “Right away, Lillian!” A pleasant-looking woman turned sharply toward the counter and poured four mugs of ale for the gentlemen at the corner table, sighing as she placed them on a flat, wooden plank she used to carry drinks. The men had remained aloof the entire evening, drinking one round after another of pleasantly strong ale. They hadn’t really caused any problems, but they’d been giving off a generally unpleasant air that worried Alana. Disregarding the passing feeling, she ambled toward the table with their drinks. “Here are your drinks, gentlemen,” she spoke quickly, placing their drinks on the table. As she turned to leave, her eyes locked with the man sitting in the far corner of the table. His eyes danced even in the dim light. Their fiery blue depths penetrated her, and she nearly gasped. She hadn’t seen eyes like his since she lived among her own people. Again, pushing her errant thoughts away, she turned to leave as he spoke. “Woman, what’s your name?” Much like his enchanting eyes, his dark, chocolate-brown hair seemed to shine even in the dimly lit corner, as though reflecting a light from within. “My name is Alana. And, if there’s nothing further you require of me, you will pardon me to return to my work.” “There is something further I require of you.” “Yes, sir?” Alana inquired patiently. “From where do you hail?” “I offer only a long and complicated answer to such a simple question. Perhaps there is something less complicated I could offer… such as another drink, or something to eat?” “No, Alana, that is all I wanted. Go back to your tables.” Turning without a word, Alana returned to her work. She tended her customers at the bar, each nursing a variety of ale. ‘Yuck!’ she thought silently, smiling. ‘Clearly they have no taste for fine mead or wine… barbarians!’ At the end of the night, Alana wiped her slender fingers across her perspiring forehead. Sighing, she bid Lillian, “Farewell.” It was her duty to close the pub each night, and to keep count of the profit the pub turned. Scanning the pub and seeing no one, she extracted the skin from its hiding place in which she kept the daily profits. Suddenly, as she replaced the skin, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively she reached for her dagger, also hidden behind the bar, drawing it close to her in a defensive stance. “Relax,” came a soothing male voice as she saw the man with the deep blue eyes seemingly materialize from the corner. Alana, confused but unyielding, spoke ferociously. “You were not there a moment ago! Go out the way you came in. I bid you farewell, sir, unless you seek a fate less kind!” “Not so fast, Alana,” spoke Relean as he approached the counter. Pulling a stool out, he sat with his chin buried in his hands. “Tell me, are you always this unfair to your suitors?” “Suitors?” Alana nearly spat the word with disdain. “You have broken into my pub after hours and you feign to call yourself a suitor?” Alana’s small, pert breasts heaved against her dress as she breathed in long, heavy pants. “I dare feign to call myself that, indeed! Allow me to properly introduce myself, Alana of Nowhere. My name is Relean, also of Nowhere. I dare say we may have more in common than you dare to reveal, currently.” His mouth curled into a devilish grin, revealing nearly perfect teeth, which complimented his deep eyes nicely. His skin was tan, but marked by visible scars, she observed, as though he had been in battle. She gazed into his deep, mysterious eyes, probing his secrets. “I must say, Alana,” he began, pulling her out of her thoughts, “you are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” “That’s not true, at all. I’m pleasant-looking, but not beautiful.” “I dare to disagree,” Relean spoke softly, guiding himself from his barstool and rounding the corner. He took her softly in his arms, disarming her, and whispered in her ear, “I know your secrets, Alana. Your name means ‘soft wind,’ and your story is complicated because you aren’t human. Neither am I. You’re a mage, and an Elven mage at that. You are far too powerful to make the humans comfortable. Elven mages are otherwise banished in this world, no? Your kind were all slaughtered when you were young, but somehow you escaped the brutality and were raised among humans. You haven’t seen another elf in hundreds of human years, and yet you appear to be no more than twenty-five years old to human eyes. I know all of your secrets, Alana, for they are mine, too.” Her arms fell limp and the dagger dropped to the counter. She could barely move, but turned to see a somewhat different-looking man standing behind her. He had broken the charm he held over his appearance, the same spell she had learned ages ago. The same charm she had not broken since. She saw the distinctive point of his ears; the proud, thin features of his face; and his eyes. His eyes had not changed. In his vanity, he had apparently decided not to hide his eyes. Not that it mattered, as humans almost never detected the distinctive charm of elven eyes. She gazed into the deep pools of his eyes, telling him all of her secrets in her mind. He heard her speaking to him and drew her close to his body. Finally, he said aloud, “Your beauty is only surpassed by your power. I hear your thoughts so clearly! I knew female elven mages were more powerful, but I had hardly suspected this!” Smiling with a degree of pride, Alana countered, “What about you? You vanish in and out of existence as you please! I certainly can not do that!” Relean had talked enough for the moment. He moved in slowly toward her lips, kissing her passionately, silencing her. She hesitated for a moment, but gazed into his eyes, and her resistance was lost. She kissed him deeply, passionately… a feeling she had never known possible before now. He smiled at her as he abruptly ended their kiss. “Let me see if my sight is still accurate. Break your charm, Alana… I want to see you. The real you.” Before his eyes, the plain, but pleasant-looking, barmaid transformed from a woman of five feet two inches tall with dull brown hair and flat brown eyes to a proud woman of five feet five inches with fiery auburn hair and mesmerizing green eyes. Her hair shimmered vibrantly in the dull light, streaks of gold tracing through the dusky red mane. Her eyes almost shocked him with their vivacity, and her eyes stood at a proud point. Her features were sharply defined and her skin was fair. She obviously descended from royalty, at one long-forgotten point in history. Relean stood, breathless… captivated by this remarkable woman. “Outstanding, my love,” he choked in a breathy appraisal. His words caught in his throat as he tried to speak them. All of the magic in the world could not have prepared him for what he now beheld. Her dress, now somewhat too small, clung desperately to her small, pert breasts, pushed to surface by the corsets she wore in her human form. Her waist was small and her hips were defined, but not large, with slender, creamy thighs and long, defined legs. The dress that once fit a human barmaid now clung to the figure of an elven princess. “Alana, you are gorgeous.” A tear slowly dropped from Relean’s eye as he appraised her. He counted many gorgeous women amongst his conquests over countless years, but he had never seen an elven maiden. Alana heard his thoughts, humbling her. “You compliment me highly, Relean.” She gazed into his water-blue eyes and began to lose herself there. “May I kiss you…?” she began to ask, but was cut short by Relean’s impassioned kiss. His tongue caressed her lips gently as he kissed her deeply, finally gaining entrance to her mouth. His deft hands pulled her to his body and he began gently massaging her lower back and her shapely rear. Finally able to break his kiss, he softly kissed her neck and nibbled her earlobes playfully. “Honestly, I want to do more than compliment you, tonight. I have watched you all evening, Alana… but even I wasn’t prepared for what I have seen.” She stared at him in disbelief… disbelief that she was kissing another elf; but, moreover, disbelief that the most gorgeous creature she had ever witnessed actually desired her. Just as she desired him. She felt a strange warmth growing within her. She recognized the feeling from her magic use, but this was different – stronger, more urgent. She wanted his touch… whatever he would offer. It was against her entire nature, but true nonetheless. Impassioned, she kissed him deeply, pulling him toward her, this time… her body pressing against his in all the right places to excite his senses. She felt a growing warmth against her belly as he kissed her with an equal passion. “Alana, do you have a place to stay anywhere nearby? I would prefer a bedroll of some sort if we are to be together. I want to make you comfortable.” “There is a room over this pub. It is small, but it is where I stay. Follow me,” she cooed as she began to unlace her dress and lead him to the door. The door to the darkened stairway seemed to open out of nowhere, out of the middle of a wall, as if hiding the existence of the room. They fumbled up the steps and closed the heavy door behind them. The small, sparingly furnished room was already lit by a candle in the corner of the room. Their elven eyes needed almost no light to see one another sharply. Alana closed the door at the top of the stairs behind them, and it, too, seemed to disappear instantly. Relean moved close to her and took her in his arms. He kissed her neck softly, whispering, “I want to make love with you, Alana. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I want to make you mine. Will you do me that honor?” “Yes, Relean, I…” her voice trailed off as he kissed her, but that is all the affirmation he needed. He wanted to feel his skin against the skin of one of his own kind… feel himself surrounded by the warmth of an elven woman. He kissed her deeply, holding his princess in his arms, realizing the treasure he held. She moved against his body, her own skin in desperate need of his touch. Slowly he took the laces of her dress and began unfastening them. His fingers far more deft than human males, he unlaced the dress with relative ease and slid the material over her shapely frame as it pooled around her ankles. He stood appraising her now in just her undergarments and slips. He gently stripped the layers of slips and undergarments away to reveal her soft, feminine figure. Elven women, not able to tout the hips and breasts of human women, are gorgeous, nonetheless. Her skin was milky and her hair reflected the soft golden light in the room. Her eyes were like fire, even now, and her thin, perfect lips moved ever close to his, embracing his lips in a kiss. Relean inhaled sharply. His years of mental training to be inconspicuous, reserved, patient, and strong-willed all suddenly fell to the floor with Alana’s undergarments. His body betrayed his mind and he wanted her. Gazing deeply into Alana’s mesmerizing eyes, Relean asked quickly, “May I touch you?” Suddenly his lips were upon her and he guided her slowly to the floor. Kneeling above her, he quickly peeled off his vest and shirt, then broke their kiss only momentarily to stand and shed his pants and undergarments. The deft precision with which Relean removed his clothing was an exercise in discipline by itself. His mind was clearly preoccupied, and his only want was to be naked with this elven goddess. He instantly rejoined her, kissing her passionately, running his hands over her body and feeling the warmth of her smooth skin. His body instinctively moved against hers, his throbbing erection dancing against her belly as he kissed her. Slowly his lips worked down her body and his mouth enveloped a small, pert nipple. Alana’s body reacted with swift precision, bucking against him, her breath becoming noticeably faster and more constricted. She moaned silently, her mouth forming words her voice would not allow. Relean, pleased by his skill, continued to tease her nipple with his mouth while playing with the other perfectly sized breast in his free hand. The combination sent her over the edge. Alana had never experienced the pleasures of the flesh, and in being so inexperienced, Relean’s expert touch sent her flying too quickly. With a scream and a jerk of her hips, her entire body convulsed against Relean, who quickly moved to her, kissing her, pressing his weight against her to steady her through her intense orgasm. Her face went pink with embarrassment and she asked, “Did I do something wrong?” Kissing her and smiling, Relean spoke, “Quite the contrary, my delicate princess. You have done everything right. Have you never experienced a climax?” “I’ve heard about them… men talking in the pub, mostly, but… no, I’ve never experienced one, before.” “Your other lovers have been inadequate, I see. I am not one to feel pleasure without giving it.” “I’ve had no other lovers, Relean.” A look of surprise and quiet appreciation swept over his face. “You’re a virgin?” “Yes, I suppose. I’ve never been intimate with a man, if that’s what you’re asking me.” Relean paused, considering this reality. “Are you sure you still wish to be with me, then?” While he wanted her with all of his passion, he didn’t want to take advantage of her virgin body, either. Alana looked deep into Relean’s deep, shimmering eyes and spoke confidently as she said, “With all of my being I want to be with you.” Relean’s heart fluttered as he took Alana in his arms once again. His passion had not diminished, but his heart had changed. He kissed Alana softly and tenderly, holding her to his body. Their tongues danced over one another in a slow, passionate foreplay. Relean worked his hands slowly over Alana’s body, working from neck to toe, tracing small paths with his fingertips as her body shuddered. He slowly kissed the creamy insides of her delicate thighs as his tongue danced over the moist slit of her hairless vagina. He was delighted to know that the rumor was true: elven women have no body hair, other than the hair on their heads. He pushed his tongue slowly inside of her wet cavity and stoked along her slit in slow, attentive strokes. His tongue found her clit and slowly began to stroke the sensitive area. Alana’s body bucked against his as he stroked her clit and licked her vagina. He loved the sweet way she tasted – like honey and wildflowers. Her smell was intoxicating, and he wanted more. He continued to kiss and suckle her clit until she was again screaming against him. This time she took the process more in stride. She sighed contentedly and breathed heavily as she descended from her climax. She wanted to touch her lover, to look into the eyes of the man who was bringing her body such pleasure. She slowly drew his head toward hers and after only a moment’s hesitation, kissed him passionately, tasting her own juices flowing over her tongue. Quickly her taste disappeared and she kissed him more deeply, her tongue venturing into his mouth. She looked deep into his eyes as they kissed and she broke their kiss momentarily to tell him the only thing on her mind. “I want to be one with you.” He nodded softly and stroked his throbbing erection one time, guiding his manhood slowly into her. He pushed in only the head between her folds and waited for her body to adjust to his size. Even in this he could feel her virgin tightness enfolding him and he had to take a deep breath before proceeding. Once she was ready, he pushed the length of his penis slowly into her body. She gasped in shock as he filled her completely. He stopped suddenly and asked, “Are you alright, my love? Am I hurting you?” Alana shook her head briskly. “No,” she replied. “You feel so good… I’ve never felt this way, before.” “I want to make you feel good, my darling. I want you to feel passion and love as we twist our bodies around one another.” With that, he slowly filled her body with the rest of his erection. She was surprised by his size. She had no idea what to expect, but she estimated that his penis was almost seven inches long when fully erect. Regardless of what size it was, it filled her completely. She felt… good, for lack of another word. Few words came to her in that moment, but she knew how she felt. She felt complete and passionate. She didn’t know how her body could possibly withstand it, but she wanted more, indeed! Instinctively her hips began to slowly rock against his body, and she felt his erection slide slowly in and out of her. She didn’t know that it got better! He looked alarmed and gazed into her eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for this… for me? For us?” Alana nodded her affirmation and Relean kissed her deeply, slowly, tenderly. She detected a strange feeling in the back of his mind when he was kissing her, now, and she wondered what it was. She knew it wasn’t bad, whatever it was, but she was curious. At that moment Relean began to rock his hips against her body. She would think of the thoughts in his mind later. Now she wanted whatever he could offer her physically. Relean again engaged his disciplined mind, hoping to gain control over his engorged penis and his thrusting hips. He wanted to make love to this woman, not just to fuck her and leave her there, wanting. He slowed his hips dramatically and took up a slow and steady thrusting rhythm against her body. For minutes his lips never left hers, his arms embracing her. Her hands cupped his face and caressed his chest softly, holding him to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him as he pulsed against her. He felt so good inside of her that she never wanted him to leave, never wanted to do anything but make love with this man. He gazed down into her eyes like rivers of fire. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Her passion danced in her eyes, gazing back at him. And there was something else there… something aloof, but he would worry of that later as long as he wasn’t hurting her physically. As if to verify his own reality, he pulled her hair back gently away from her ears, revealing their dramatic points. He gazed again into her eyes and kissed her, assured of his actions. He pulled out of her body slowly and then pushed back in even further. Each stroke made Alana catch her breath in her throat. She never realized that pleasure so real could exist. She felt Relean’s rhythm catch and his breathing quicken. She placed a loving hand upon her partner’s chest and whispered, “Are you alright, my lover?” Relean caught his breath but for a moment and panted, “Yes.” His words, but not his hips, pausing, he continued in a soft voice, “Remember the climax you felt, earlier? I want to do that, too. Is that okay with you?” Alana’s heart shattered into a million shimmering pieces at his concern and she smiled at him, replying, “Of course, my love. I want you to feel as good as you have made me feel!” Relean’s rhythm changed to a faster, more intense thrusting as he neared orgasm. His breath came in pants and he clung to his partner as he thrust his hips against her. His body began to convulse and his mouth opened, allowing a gasp to escape. Alana felt the warmth of his seed spread through her body as he emptied the fluids of his climax deep inside of her. “Oh, gods!” Relean exclaimed as he finally allowed his body to orgasm. Relean took Alana’s hand and kissed it softly as he gazed passionately at her. She held him close to her, not wanting him to leave her body. She felt so content, so complete at that moment. He pushed against her and laid atop her body, cuddling her. “Are you okay, my darling?” he asked softly. Elven Eyes Ch. 02 Considering her question, he found no room for hesitation. "Of course, my darling," he replied and rolled next to her, taking her in his arms. While she was disappointed that his quickly diminishing member left her body, the feeling of being wrapped in his arms was intense. She craved this feeling almost as much as she had the last. Alana, too comfortable to stand and extinguish the candle so they could sleep, extended her hand and a small, concentrated gust of wind put out the flame for her. "Wow," she heard Relean silently lip. She cuddled into him, smelling his sweet masculine smell and enjoying the warmth and strength of his embrace. He was intoxicated by her scent and sweetness, enraptured by her charm and looks, equally. While he had referred to her as his 'princess' mentally a time or two, already, he couldn't help but speculate if she had descended from true elven royalty. Her hair and eye color, combined with the absence of most color from her skin led him to believe it was possible. Her ears pointed more sharply than even his, as well, which was also a mark of royalty. Nonetheless, he treasured her and didn't want to leave. As the pair slowly faded off into sleep in one another's arms, Alana heard Relean softly - almost inaudibly, even to her ears - whisper, "I love you." While the surprise of the statement was great, the greater shock came when she found herself replying in kind, "I love, as well, Relean." The next morning, Alana awoke with a start, feeling a body next to her. Instantly she recognized it as that of her lover, still holding her in his arms. "Good morning, Relean," she managed, attempting to wake him. He sat straight up, then looked to her, as though desperately afraid of her not being there. "I am here," she mouthed softly. "For that I am grateful, Alana," Relean replied. "Are you going to leave, today? To what world are you now headed, my elven sorcerer?" Relean did not have an immediate answer to her question. "I am scheduled to depart with my company for the plain lands east of here in two days." He paused again. "May I stay with you for that time?" "I'm not quite certain how to respond to that. Yes, you may stay... I want you to stay. Honestly, I want you to stay for longer than two days! I've never known anyone like you, Relean." "We will have to see what happens, I suppose. I will be thankful for the days we do have together, Alana. I..." Relean's voiced trailed off sadly. Concerned, Alana inquired. "What's wrong? May I help you?" Sadness overcame Relean's crystaline eyes as they transformed into pools of despair. "No. I fear you cannot. Just allow me to stay with you, my darling. Please." Alana's heart softened, wanting to melt into one being with his. "Of course." Relean seemed to be conflicted on that point - Alana sensed both relief and sadness at her reply. "Thank you," he whispered, kissing her. She returned his soft kisses, which grew over the minutes into passionate kisses. Relean ran his nimble fingers softly through Alana's smooth hair, caressing her scalp. His hands then cupped her face, holding her so completely to him. "Thank you," he repeated, kissing her deeply. Unable to reply with her words, Alana simply returned his deep, tender kisses, caressing his body. Her body began to reveal familiar sensations to her... a tingling building inside of her... the familiar heat from last night. She moved to him even more closely and he responded. He moved so that her body was beneath him, lying on top of her frame, kissing her. He moved slowly down her already naked body, kissing and caressing her bare, pert breasts. "Oh!" she gasped, enjoying the sensations he was providing her, wanting more of him. Slowly she began to return the intimate caresses. She kissed his neck softly, listening for his response to her gentle ministrations. "Oh, Alana!" he cooed, beginning to move against her body. She could feel his already erect manhood pressing against her belly. "My darling, I need you," he whispered into her neck as he kissed her there. "I'm sorry to be have become so impassioned so easily, but... you destroy my resistance. I want you. May I have the honor of your body, again so soon?" Speechless, Alana gazed intently into his eyes. Their minds locked and he could hear her thoughts. 'I want you, as well, Relean... I want you on levels that I didn't know existed within me before last night. You have, in one instant in time, changed my entire world. I thought I was alone, and now realize I am not. Yes... you may have me. I want to give myself to you, in so many ways....' He gazed down at her, his heart pounding in his chest. In an instant he heard that and more. He knew all of her - her every thought, every desire, every want and need. Their thought-link became almost overwhelming as they shared such an outpouring all in one moment. His thoughts came rushing to her, much as they had the night before. While they slept she had learned so much about him. She had earlier feared that perhaps he was not real, but those doubts were put to rest during their slumber. His disciplined mind still managed to hide a few details from her, but he was known almost completely to her powerful thoughts. And she wanted him even more intensely for the knowledge. Finally able to speak, Alana simply replied, "Yes." That was all the encouragement Relean needed, and in one movement he was inside Alana's body, slowly moving in and out of her, making tender love with her. "Alana, you feel incredible," he mused softly as he savored the feeling of her body. She pressed against him, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with his. "Relean, you feel... oh! You feel indescribable." Again she gazed at him with her penetrating eyes and allowed him to feel what she was feeling. The pleasure coursed through his veins, doubling his own pleasure, intensifying what she was feeling as well. He knew he was about to explode inside of her, but wanted her to feel good, as well. He was hesitant to be so forward, but raised his torso from hers, allowing only their groins contact... an unbroken contact. He reached between them and inserted two fingers into her most private areas, finding the little nub he had seen in women, before. He had found this to be like a button linked directly to a woman's pleasure. Men were so ignorant of women's wants and needs, it seemed. Thank the gods for elven perception! He slowly massaged her pleasure nub with his two deft fingers as she screamed and jerked beneath him. Her pleasure still flowing through his thoughts, he felt her preparing to climax, and he rejoined her entire body so they could climax together. He pushed into her faster and faster, his own body about to explode. Finally her juices cascaded over his erection and she moaned in ecstasy. Her orgasm sent Relean over the edge... his body shook against her and his cock sent wave after wave of hot fluid deep into her. He released a primal yell as he emptied his prick inside of his lover. Refusing to relinquish this moment, he pushed against her softly time and time even after he had spent his load. Her pleasure ran through his body and back to her, intensified. He could feel or think nothing beside her, nor did he want to. His breath came in pants, and his mind lost clarity for a brief moment while his lips spilled a deep secret. "I love you, Alana," he whispered through his heavy breath. "I love you," he repeated. Shocked by his words, she stared at him in bewilderment. This simply couldn't be true, could it? A handsome elven man found her disguised as a humble bar wench, had spent the night with her, and was now professing his love for her! How could this be true? Relean seemed to awaken at that thought and stared at her, equally as bewildered. "I'm sorry, Alana. I'm sorry to frighten you with my words. I will not say them if they scare you." He took her hand and drew it to his lips, kissing her fingers softly. "Perhaps it is passion speaking, but I do love you. I fell in love with you before you even saw me. I knew what and who you were, even then." "That's impossible. I am that transparent?" "No, not at all, my love. Only I could see who you were. Not transparent - fantastically real!" Alana blushed at his words. Her now pink cheeks brought out the red of her hair and Relean smiled. "You are beautiful." "I am pleased that you think so, my lord." "I like the sound of that, Alana. Some arrogant part of me wants to be yours, so badly!" She sent her thoughts to him, 'Some equally foolish part of me wants you to be mine.' He smiled softly at her, his heart shattering. He kissed her delicate lips gently, caressing her face with his hands. "I do love you... and that's not passion speaking." "Please, Relean... don't torture me so, just to leave." "I am so sorry, my darling... I don't want to hurt you. I...." Again his voice trailed off with the sadness he had shown earlier that morning. Alana was deeply concerned, now, but he refused to share his thoughts with her. "Never mind, darling," he said simply. "Relean, please tell me what troubles your thoughts." "Perhaps later, darling. Perhaps later." The pair dressed and Relean left for the day, vowing to return that evening. Alana opened the pub for business and her usual customers began trickling through the door. Lillian arrived late, explaining herself with a question. "Did you hear all of the fuss from the village?" "No, what is wrong? What has transpired?" "There are great travelers in town! They travel in disguise, thinking they will not be recognized. Fools! Everyone knows the legends of these men! It is said that one among them is actual an elven sorcerer, and he was captured by these men many years ago. He disguises himself as a human with his magic! He owes his life to these men! Why did they not kill him instantly? Elven sorcerer, indeed! Vile, disgusting beings that need to be eradicated! They pose a threat to all of humanity! If he left their party they'd surely kill him - and anyone who aided him! How exciting!" Alana had been attempting to keep her feelings inside of herself, not allowing them to get the better of her, but finally she could take no more. She knew the whispers were true. How had they found out? That's what saddened Relean so! Alana had listen to enough of this treachery. "Enough, Lillian!" Alana's voice boomed over the crowd, venom dripping from her tone. "I will hear no more of this! That is a live being, of which you speak! How dare you so casually decide who has the right to live! Barbarian! Imagine if the situation was different, for a moment, will you? Imagine if your people had been hunted and slaughtered - your family killed before your very eyes when you were but a child! Then, imagine if you had to spend the rest of your life alone and scared, hiding who you were from those ignorant savages around you who feared you unjustly! Imagine this poor man's pain!" Lillian stared at Alana, dumbfounded. Finally, she spoke cattily, "You sure have abundant pity for a silly elf!" Alana dodged, trying to cover her tracks. She could never help Relean if she was found out, herself. "Perhaps it is easier for me to understand, since my family was killed, as well. Forgive my temper, Lillian. Just please find your tables and see if they need another round." "Sure thing, boss," Lillian said. Alana shot her a look of disgust, quieting her. Few people knew that Alana actually owned the pub. After all, who would frequent a pub owned by a woman? Lillian went about waiting her tables and Alana the same, staring nervously at the door the entire evening. When Relean and his men ambled through the door that evening, she had never been happier to see any person in her life. Alana approached their table as soon as they were seated and spoke, "Gentlemen, it's nice to see you return this evening! Would you like the same as you had last night?" Her eyes locked with Relean's and quickly she trasmitted the thought, "I know your story. Please stay, tonight. I'll help you." She scanned the table and smiled at the roughest looking man there. He replied, "That sounds great! And bring us some food, as well, wench! We are hungry!" Alana cringed, but only mentally. "What would you like to eat, sire?" "What is good?" "Tonight we're offering a cut of meat served with potatoes and bread. How does that sound?" "Bring us four. The little fuck here doesn't eat much!" "But he can drink you under the table, Dorian!" The men all laughed heartily at the large man's expense... all except for Relean. Alana simply replied, "Four meals it is. I'll bring those and a round of ale right away!" "Make it fast, wench!" the one apparently named Dorian cried after her. Alana drudged through the rest of the evening, attending to countless tables of arrogant, condescending men. She, tonight, noticed that she had tables of countless variations of humanoid races - all except for elves. Until now she had not realized how lonely her heart truly was, alone among so many people. Upon closing she searched the perimeter for Relean, but did not see him. She sat at the table in the corner that his party always chose, but he failed to arrive. Almost an hour later, she moved to the bar and poured herself a glass of elven wine she had hidden in a trap door behind the bar. She had smuggled it in many years ago, and decided to open it tonight. After a few drinks of the potently sophisticated drink, she swore she heard a faint noise in the loft above. Startled, Alana rose immediately from the stool and found her dagger. She proceeded slowly up the stairs, willing herself as invisible as she could manage. As she peered around the door, she saw Relean laying on her bedroll, sparsely clad. "Relean! How did you get in here? And why are you up here? I thought for sure you had left for good!" She ran to him, dropping her dagger behind her, the door closing with a 'thud.' He took her into his arms, kissing her passionately. "Of course I came, my darling." "Relean... I know what makes you so sad. You are a captive, are you not? Lillian, today, told me of what she had heard in town. I had never heard the legends of these men as so many apparently have. How can I help you?" Defeated, tears forming in his eyes, Relean spoke softly, "There's nothing you can do. And, besides... even if you did, they'd just kill you, too, then." He added with venom, "And I will not allow harm to come to you." Alana paused, looking into Relean's eyes and saw her world. She gazed deeply at him and kissed his cheek softly. A tear formed on Alana's cheek as she spoke, "Don't leave me, my darling. Please don't leave me. I love you, Relean. I love you!" His heart nearly froze in his chest as she spoke the words freely to him he so longed to hear. "Oh, Alana! Don't say that if you don't mean it! Please... I don't know if I could take it, my darling." Alana wept as she looked at him. "No, Relean. I mean it. I really mean it. I want you to stay with me. Stay forever, please! I love you." The next thing she was aware of was being swept into his arms and making love with him. Their eyes never broke contact for one moment... not a nuance passed in which they were not mentally connected as he touched her body so softly, exploring her, learning her frame. He wanted to know his lover so completely, and she wanted to give herself to him that way. They touched tenderly for what may have been hours before he finally parted her legs with his thigh, gently penetrating her body with his erection. He slid slowly into her body, filling her with both physical sensation and emotional completion. "I love you," he whispered as he stroked gently in and out of her body. As though drunk on human ale, the words would not cease pouring from his mouth, over and over again. "I love you, Alana... I love you. I love you so completely, Alana. I want to make love with you, I want to be yours. I love you." Alana clung to his strong, lean body, finding comfort in his touch, feeling him move inside of her. After nearly an hour of slow, tender lovemaking, Relean's body began to twitch as he gently increased his speed against Alana's body. "Oh, sweetheart!" he cried, rocking his hips against her with a sweet urgency that made her want to cry tears of happiness. "Relean, I want you to feel good, my darling... I love making love with you!" "Sweetheart," he whispered, sounding breathless, "I'm going to spill my seed inside of you." "Yes, my darling!" came her response to his much-awaited climax. She felt him send hot streams of fluid inside of her and she clung to his body, her own climax wracking her body. "Oh, Relean!" she cried his name in pleasure. After their impassioned lovemaking, they clung to one another, naked and scheming. "Relean, you can't leave, my darling. I won't let those bastards take you away from me! I love you, and I will not lose you." "Alana, if only it were that simple. They have held me as their prisoner for many long years, vowing to kill any who would help me escape." "Yes, Relean, but we now have the combined power of our minds to charm them, and possibly escape." "But to where? Where could we possibly hide that we would not spend our lives looking over our shoulders, fearing shadows?" Pausing, Alana drew a deep breath and gazed directly into Relean's eyes. "This may be hard for you to believe, but I think I may actually have an answer to that question." She paused for a long moment, collecting the nerve to speak her thoughts. "I have recently been in mental contact with some of my relatives I presumed long-dead. There is a movement gathering... a coalition of the last Elves of this world. They are gathering near my birthplace and gaining power. They have found Elves scattered throughout this land and are steadily growing in number, living in shadow deep within the Elbaron Woods." Relean stared, amazed by several elements of her story. "While the thought is distant to me, I am amazed and happy, nonetheless. I had thought the time of the Elves to be long forsaken! But moreover, Alana, your birthplace... was in the Elbaron Woods? I had wondered when I first saw you if it was possible that you descended from nobility, but... this further sparks my interest. The Elves of the Elbaron Woods were of the highest orders, is it so... are you of the Elven royalty." "Relean, do not speak of order and royalty at this time. The Elven kingdom, such as it is, is sparse and far away. However, I will answer your question." As though embarrassed of what she was about to say, she averted her eyes from his piercing gaze, speaking softly, quickly, but assuredly. "If the Elven kingdom were to reunite, I am the rightful heir to the Elbaron throne. I was to be Queen." Staring at her, he saw what she said was true. Relean was speechless, gazing at her. "Queen? You are Queen, Alana?" "No, Relean, I was to be Queen... long ago and far away. Before our people were viscously destroyed by human ignorance, jealousy, and fear!" The passion of a queen rose in her eyes, her eyes gleaming a fiery green and picking up the gold lights in her hair. "I never realized my appointment due to their evil! The Elven empire was a strong kingdom. We never sought power, only the freedom to exercise our own power within our own lands. We never overstepped our boundaries, never conquered and raped as humans do!" She spit the words out of her mouth as though they were poison and pierced through Relean's eyes. She was tired of words. She sent to him her thoughts, 'Relean, I will not let you return to those barbarians. You will come with me and we will reclaim our rightful place within this world. Even if we must live in shadows for a time, the day will come when Elves walk freely in this beautiful world... when my true skin will see the sun's gentle rays!' Elven Eyes Ch. 02 Relean held Alana to him, shaking his head in affirmation. They would escape, and they would live in freedom. How his life had changed in just two days! He clung to his Queen, to his freedom, to his life... and the life they would build together. Elven Eyes Alana smiled and nodded, nuzzling into the warmth of his body. “Will you stay with me tonight?” she asked nervously of her tender lover. “Of course, my darling,” he replied and rolled next to her, taking her in his arms. While she was disappointed that his quickly diminishing member left her body, the feeling of being wrapped in his arms was intense. She craved this feeling almost as much as she had the last. Alana, too comfortable to stand and extinguish the candle so they could sleep, extended her hand and a small, concentrated gust of wind put out the flame for her. “Wow,” she heard Relean silently lip. She cuddled into him, smelling his sweet masculine smell and enjoying the warmth and strength of his embrace. He was intoxicated by her scent and sweetness, enraptured by her charm and looks, equally. While he had referred to her as his ‘princess’ mentally a time or two, already, he couldn’t help but speculate if she had descended from true elven royalty. Her hair and eye color, combined with the absence of most color from her skin led him to believe it was possible. Her ears pointed more sharply than even his, as well, which was also a mark of royalty. Nonetheless, he treasured her and didn’t want to leave. As the pair slowly faded off into sleep in one another’s arms, Alana heard Relean softly – almost inaudibly, even to her ears – whisper, “I love you.” While the surprise of the statement was great, the greater shock came when she found herself replying in kind, “I love, as well, Relean.” The next morning, Alana awoke with a start, feeling a body next to her. Instantly she recognized it as that of her lover, still holding her in his arms. “Good morning, Relean,” she managed, attempting to wake him. He sat straight up, then looked to her, as though desperately afraid of her not being there. “I am here,” she mouthed softly. “For that I am grateful, Alana,” Relean replied. “Are you going to leave, today? To what world are you now headed, my elven sorcerer?” Relean did not have an immediate answer to her question. “I am scheduled to depart with my company for the plain lands east of here in two days.” He paused again. “May I stay with you for that time?”