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Her Dirty Little Secret Pt. 01

By: silverwingeddemon



Another story that just wouldn't get out of my head. There will be at least one more part, maybe more depending on how things go. Comments and criticism are always welcome. All characters are over age 18. 

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Enchanted shackles around my wrists were all that was keeping me from breaking the neck of this creature in front of me. no chains were attached to the manacles, but that fact did not help me as I stared at the red eyes before me with hatred. Dark elves are always haughty when they have the upper hand, but this one could do nothing more than berate the 'merchandise' in front of him; though I can't say that I was worth looking at in my current condition anyways. I'm not large, only 6' and at 130 lbs., the term 'ox' or 'brute', common derogatory terms used by the elven kind to describe us humans, don't really apply to me, as the merchant was finding out quite well right now. 

"Come now, he's worth at least 100, I had to drag him all the way from the borderlands, fresher product you'll find nowhere else." 

"bah!" the dark elf in my sight exclaimed, spitting in my face, then jumping back as I struggled with my magical bindings to get my hands around his scrawny neck. "He's got too little muscle on him, I can likely carry more than he can." 

"I assure you he plenty strong, took four of us to subdue him when we captured him. He was part of a patrol group, the only to survive, he's quite capable I guarantee." I attempted once more to get ahold of the jackass looking me over, before the merchant had had enough; giving an invocation he watched in disdain as fire ran through my veins from the enchanted iron that held me in place. 

"You should teach him some respect first, before trying to pawn him off on decent folk." The dark elf sneered. His eyes burned as black as his soul as he stared, and I raged at my inability to do anything. 

"Show me decent folk and I'll show them some respect, you slime." I growled, and then winced as he kicked me in the side of the head. As the arrogant elf finally walked off the merchant shook his own head. "that's the third one today. What in the Veil am I supposed to do with you?" he asked. 

" I got an idea, take these cuffs off me and let me go." I snarled holding my hands up to him as much as I could, but the merchant, also a dark elf, simply snorted and ignored me. "Or at least quit lying to everyone; there was no patrol as you well know, and what kind of sorry piece of shit attacks a sleeping hunter four-to-one anyways!?" I demanded, earning another, longer round of 'fireblood' for my question. 

Two water nymphs, a wood elf, and even a plains elf stopped by the stall to sample the wares, the wood elf even bought the bow that had been stripped from me upon my capture, bartering away even as I burned in my cuffs, though not one of them even looked twice in my direction; disciplined slaves weren't uncommon anywhere on Angea, but I had believed even the basest of sentient creatures would look down on this kind of torture. Imagine a torch being held to your skin all through your body and you'd have a small idea of what I was dealing with. 

As I finally regained a measure of relief, a commotion began at the other side of the market square. Apparently a young plains elf had gotten herself into a bit of trouble when she had grabbed a beautifully crafted set of ruby and emerald jewels set in a crescent moon Hairpin from a rather cross wood elf, and from the venom he was spitting in her direction, he did not believe she was willing to pay for them. The young elf's ears were burning red as she was berated and threatened by the portly wood elf (yes, believe it or not, some of the elven kind are unable to retain the slim figures their race is renowned for, even with their magic.) 

"You filthy, thieving cur, I'll have your hands for this!" the wooded elf screeched, his face mere inches from the young waif's. 

"I assure you sir, my family has a standing account with you-" I smiled at how respectful she was being, even while I could see the anger working behind her eyes as she tried to reason with the sour merchant. 

The wood elf, however would not hear a word. "A liar as well!" he exclaimed. "I have no accounts with any of you plains elves; for this reason right here!" he screamed snatching the wrist still holding the gems up as if showing proof of her treachery, nearly dangling the tiny 5' tall elf's frame till she had to stand on her toes to reach the ground, before snatching his treasure from her grasp and throwing it back onto his table. 

The girl had had enough and tore her hand free, glowering at the offender. " I may be a plains elf, but my mother is of the Elwonê high elf clan, and once she hears of how you've been treating me-" she did not get a chance to finish her sentence as with a growl the wood elf backhanded her across the square. She hit the stall of my dark elf merchant, splitting her lip, before hitting the ground hard just a few feet away, eliciting a curse from my dark elf captor, even as she spit blood onto the ground. As she raised her head our eyes met for the briefest of moments, before the wood elf grabbed her by the back of the neck, hauling her to her feet once more. 

At this point elves were not among my favorite species of creatures, but there was no way I could sit still and watch this girl get beaten. While the enchantments on my manacles would not allow me to extend my arms out more than three or four inches, or raise them above chest height, they did allow me to stand and walk with only the slightest of difficulty, so while my captor was preoccupied with protecting his wares from the ruckus, I was able to reach my feet unnoticed. Before the wood elf could strike the helpless girl again, I barreled right into him, slamming my shoulder into his stomach with as much force as I could muster. We slammed back into his table display, snapping the table like a twig and ended up on the ground covered in his wares, before the dark elf over me could remember the invocation to disable me. 

As I burned on the ground, the wood elf disentangled himself and stood, stomping and kicking me against the screams of the plains elf. I could barely even feel the blows over the burning beneath my skin, but was grateful nonetheless when my captor finally stopped the assault. As I was dragged back to my selling block a loud clear voice pierced through the mayhem, silencing everyone. 

"What is the meaning of this!?" a beautiful, high elf was striding through the crowd, her emerald green eyes locked firmly on the tiny plains elf. The High elf stopped just between us all, her golden complexion seeming to lighten the entire area as she towered over us all, drawing a small crowd from the nearby stalls. Everything was so quiet that for a moment I could hear the crashing of the distant shoreline waves. 

The wood elf was the first to speak, pushing the girl out of his way even as she tried to speak, so the girl instead came and knelt at my side, curiously looking me over. "Lady Elwonê...This street rat attempted to steal from me, madam, then went as far as to use your family name to hide her crime-" 

"She is no street rat you impetuous mongrel, she is my adoptive daughter, sent here to do business with you. My crest is clear upon her hand had you bothered to pay attention!" the high elf seethed, backing the wood elf into the shambles of his stall. Everyone in earshot was surprised, even I had some reservations as to whether or not the tiny elf had been telling the truth. 

The dark tan complexion of the wood elf drained to a ghostly pale as he realized his own mistake, "But-but, she tried-" "Where is this item she was supposedly trying to steal from you!?" the high elf demanded looking at his hands in expectation, and the wood elf hastily began searching the wreckage of his stall for the item in question. 

As everyone in the crowd watched the exchange, no one noticed me press a small object into the plains elf's tiny hand. Surprised the pale elf opened her hand and was shocked to see the stolen jewelry clasped in her fingers. My dark grey eyes met once more with her beautiful blue ones and I gave her a wink, smiling at her astonished expression as she blushed from ear tip to ear tip. For a second I wondered if she was going to return the filched Hairpin, but a moment later a mischievous smile crept across her features and the Hairpin disappeared into her pocket. 

After searching fruitlessly for several minutes, the wood elf paled even further if that was possible as he attempted to explain the loss to the golden elf glowering at him. "perhaps she still has it..." he suggested lamely, and though he had hit his mark the lady would have none of it. 

"So, correct me if I am wrong, but you accuse my daughter of stealing an item from you, not once, but twice; you who owes me more gold than your entire stall is worth, you find her out, and you cannot even keep your hands on this so called 'stolen merchandise'!?" The elf demanded, as the wood elf looked all around trying to find some way out of his predicament. His eyes landed on me, and he made his final mistake. 

"He took it! When he attacked me and we both crashed into my stall! He had to have!" the portly elf cried, pointing to me. The dark elf merchant walked over and searched through the rags that were given to me as clothes. The lady Elwonê looked at me then at the slight girl crouched beside me, still looking over me even as I was searched, confusion began growing on her face. 

As the dark elf finished his search, he stood and looked to the lady, shaking his head before looking back to the wood elf, distrust etched into every line on his face. "And why, would you care to explain, would some random slave attack you and steal from you, Turgan?" the lady asked, much too sweetly. 

"Because he was beating the girl, and I stopped him." I piped up, and the elf, Turgan looked as if he wanted nothing more that to wither away into nothing at that moment. The lady's eyes burned with rage as she finally noticed the split lip and bruise on her daughter's face. She turned very slowly back to Turgan, who was visibly shaking now. "W-w-well you see-" it was now Turgan's turn to be backhanded, right into the last standing table of his stall as the lady Elwonê rubbed the back of her hand.  

Turning to her daughter she indicated the broken stall and asked, "Do you see anything you want, my dear?" looking for myself I could barely see anything, as much of the jewels and gold were caked in mud and dust. 

"Not here mother, but I did see something I really want..." Lady Elwonê smiled knowingly down at her daughter and turned to me. "What's your name?" she asked. "Devon." The lady nodded and turned to the merchant over me. 

"I'll take 120 g_" the merchant's prepared speech died in his throat as the lady leveled her gaze at him. Dropping a bag on his table that could not have contained more than 50 gold coins inside it, the lady spoke a word and my cuffs pulled me to my feet. 

"Collect anything more from him." She remarked gesturing toward Turgan, then to Turgan himself, " Consider our account closed, and find a new place of business." With that I was led off to what would probably be my new home. 

I had been living here for a month now, the only human in a city of elven-kind. The first thing I learned as a grounds keeper at Castle Elwonê is that that the more expensive the furniture, the heavier it was. second in a castle with 53 rooms, four armories, three kitchens, and six dining rooms, there was a lot of furniture, and the lady wanted things moved around constantly. Too many times I heard "that's not right, there...move it here." Or "I think that would look better here." And I would have the chore of moving some wardrobe or table to the perfectly desired location...only to move it back the next day. 

During the first week or so, I was escorted around by guards, but with the cuffs still on and a proximity spell in place, I could not leave beyond the walls or threaten anyone with violence lest the 'fireblood' spell consume me entirely, so it was deemed by the Lady of the castle that the guards were unnecessary. Things weren't that bad anyways; a bed better even than the one I had owned, three meals every day, and pretty much any of the amenities the castle had to offer. 

I was now outside, cleaning the stables, when I spotted her again. Every hour or so there she would be, silent as a ghost, peeking at me around a corner, or from behind some piece of furniture that I had just moved, the stolen pin holding her hair glinting in the light; a constant staple to her attire. 

Right then she was in the loft, hiding behind a stack of hay bells as I stacked even more below. Her name was Yanê; adopted daughter of Yunê, lady of the castle. Yunê's husband, Dêlune, had chased after the bandits that had destroyed Yanê's village a year after Yanê's birth, he had never returned, and while human culture would have forced Yunê to remarry, elven culture had no such dictation, so lady Yunê had taken over the castle, and raised little Yanê for the past eighteen years by herself. 

At nineteen Yanê was actually full grown, but as Elves were such a long lived species, everyone around her still treated her like a child. So this was the reason that now, a month into my service here at Castle Elwonê, she had begun these little games with me, hiding and playing little tricks here and there; moving chairs I had just put down, purposefully trailing mud through an area I had just cleaned, and knocking over the haystacks as she was trying to do now. 

Yet no matter what happened if I ever tried to approach or speak to her off she flew, like a hawk fleeing from a fox. I knew this was her way of teasing me, so I waited until she was focused on her task of overturning the stacks of hay, then quickly snuck outside and climbed up the outside of the stable house, silently slipping into the loft window. 

As I entered, the hay muffling my steps into silence I was rewarded with the perfect view; Yanê was wearing a similar dress to the dress she had worn on our first encounter; a pale white, form fitting, sleeveless dress most humans would only wear to bed. It flowed down her body and stopped just inches above her knees hugging her B-cups and showing off her slender hips. Her perfectly straight blonde hair, seemed to race the dress down her body stopping at the exact length of the dress. 

When she had noticed the noise from my exertions had stopped she had craned over the stacks searching for me; my task was incomplete so she knew I had not left. Yet, while scanning the room her keen hearing did not detect me mere feet behind her, and as she stretched further and further the hem of her dress climbed tantalizingly higher up her deliciously creamy thighs. An idea struck and I quietly gathered a bit of the straw into my hands, and using the same loud click! With my tongue that I used on the deer I had hunted I tossed the bundle into the air. 

The timing was perfect! As she twirled in alarm, her pale blue eyes as wide as the deer that had fallen before me, the movement bringing the hem of her dress so close to her treasures I could not help but to get hard, and she only got a brief glimpse of the hay before it exploded on her head showering her perfectly slight form with fresh needles, even as she shrieked and covered her head with her hands. As she opened her eyes, I grinned evilly at her as she glowered at me from beneath her bangs and I had to laugh. My chuckle seemed to set her off, though. 

Ears red with indignity, she rushed forward slamming into me in the same as I had with the elf Turgan when we had first met. The difference was that she weighed next to nothing, and instead of knocking me backwards, she merely bounced right off of me. she stumbled back several steps. I chuckled a low laugh at the impotent anger in her eyes and stepped forward 

Her anger fled her and nervousness set in at my proximity, and she began to back away as I advanced toward her...until her back came into contact with the soft bristles of hay. What had been her refuge moments before was now her prison as I placed my hands on either side of her, keeping her gaze locked to mine. She looked to my cuffs for help, but didn't know the invocation, and I wasn't threatening her with violence, her heart began to pound as she realized just how vulnerable she was to me at that moment. 

As I drew myself just inches from her, close enough to smell the scent of lilies wafting from her body, she spoke to me for the first time. "I'll scream." She declared, her voice barely above a whisper. 

I grinned once more and her breath caught in her throat. "Oh yes, you'll scream," I stated, and she shivered, "You'll scream, writhe, squeal..." I crept even closer "...and beg me for more." I growled into her ear feeling her shudder even more as she felt my voice tickle her senses. I licked along the length of her pointy ears and I swear the tiniest moan escaped her lips. As I sucked on the tip, twirling my tongue around the sharp point of her ear, she gave a gasp and her knees buckled beneath her. 

I caught her with one hand around the waist as she fell pulling her to me; her innocence was intoxicating, and I wanted her to feel how hard she'd made me. As her eyes caught back her focus she looked into my eyes panic and desire raging in equal measure across her face, then with a quick cry she managed to push me back just enough to bolt away. Jumping straight off the ledge I had to admire her form and agility as she landed lightly on her feet and sprinted straight out the door. Seconds later she disappeared inside the castle. I laughed harder then, than I ever had in my life. I may be the 'slave' here, but if this was any indication, life at Castle Elwonê was going to be so much fun... 

Yanê screeched into the castle, past her mother, ignoring the quizzical look she was thrown, and streaked up the stairs, not stopping until she was safe in her room. She flashed back to the intensity she had seen in his eyes and began to wonder if she was safe even here. Thinking back on those moments fire raced through her innocent body, and she rubbed her thighs together as she began to get slick and sticky. No one had ever looked at her like that; the untamed, wild...hunger in his eyes that sent heat rushing to her core, making her tremble, but from fear or something else she couldn't be sure. 

She threw herself onto her bed, closing her eyes and reliving those few seconds again and again. He had been so close, she could smell the sweat, the wildness on him, could feel the heat radiating from his body, and when she had nearly collapsed and he had pulled her to him...her eyes flashed open when she remembered what she had felt when he had her pressed against him. Her body was on fire; she couldn't seem to catch her breath. She knew humans were larger...down there...than elves, but to actually feel how much bigger he was. Elves were only three inches, four at the most, but the human, he had to be five or six inches at least! And had to be two or three times thicker! 

Something was building inside her...something was coming closer. Her mind went haywire conjuring images before her eyes. He could have pinned her up against the haystack, and she would have been powerless to stop him as he raised her dress, seeing her bare wetness before leaning in and devouring her... oh gods! She knew how those dark eyes were looking at her, knew she could never have resisted him as he moved in closer, positioning himself, and when he...when he... OH GODS!The rough fabric of her dress scraped across the hard nub at the top of her slit and that was all it took to set her off. 



Her Dirty Little Secret Pt. 01



Lightning raced through her veins, coursed through her body and burned her up, centered at that hidden place. She groaned and thrashed about, soaking the bed with her juices from the first orgasm of her young life. She lied on her bed trying to catch her ragged breath, so preoccupied with the feelings her body was experiencing that she did not see the two pairs of eyes leave from the barely open door. Ooh gods...she hadn't even touched herself...if this is what he was going to do to her, life here at home was going to get a lot more complicated... 

That little bit of fun was enough to get me through the rest of the day with no difficulty, though I did get quite worried when lady Yunê came walking down to the stables, but she began to silently saddle her own horse stating she was going for a ride, her tight shirt and pants giving me an excellent view of her curves as she swayed and hummed a small song to the horse while she cinched the leather saddle. I offered to do it for her, but she looked at me over her shoulder, her long crimson hair swept to one side and stated with a smile, "Thank you, but I'm quite capable of doing it myself. once you're done here you can take the rest of the day off." And with that, she rode off, leaving me to wonder if I had imagined the emphasis she had placed on 'doing it'. 

I finished the rest of my chores before she returned, and headed back inside the castle, taking a left in the foyer, and entered the slave quarters of the castle. As I walked through the extensive web of halls that crossed beneath the main floors of the castle I passed Inir, the wood elf maid with black eyes, caramel skin, and dark chocolaty hair, and Êul, a water nymph in charge of clearing the waterways, who were deep in conversation in the pantry. 

"Hey, Devon!" the ever flirtatious Êul greeted as she spotted me, "Seen Yanê lately?" she asked, giggling as Inir smacked her arm. It was already common knowledge among the slaves that Yanê would often be found following me around, so as often as I saw her the question was a slight bit perplexing. 

"Yeah...why?" I asked cocking my head. Their next bout of laughter let me know they knew something I didn't. 

"Oh, nothing... hey where are you headed?" Êul asked suddenly eyeing me with a gleam in her teal eyes. 

"My quarters, why?" I asker, wondering at the looks both girls were giving me. Something was odd; I had often been flirted with, or teased by these two, but the absolute fawning look the were giving me were definitely new. 

"I need your help with something." I raised my brows at the vague request, but followed the blue skinned elf, leaving Inir looking strangely after me from the pantry door, and we walked through another set of halls I had not yet been down. 

As I followed Êul I could not help but stare at the nymph in front of me. water nymphs are elves that spent their lives in rivers and oceans. As such much of their magic has transformed their bodies to suit the environment they lived within; giving them webbing between their fingers and toes, fins along their spines, and gills along their necks. Some even had tails that helped propel them through the water, and because of their need to quickly move from water to land and back, Nymphs refused to wear any clothes that would slow them down. 

Êul did not have a tail, but, she was still a perfect example of their species, wearing only a front, silk covering and clam shells that barely went over her c-cup breasts. Her shapely, naked rear swayed hypnotically with every step she took and in between each step I got a slight peek of her hidden treasure. Her long dark blue hair fell to her creamy thighs and waved back and forth, hiding her secrets every few seconds which only added to the tease I was getting. I had always loved looking at water nymphs, but because of their capricious nature I never had the opportunity to get this close to one. 

"So what do you need help with?" I asked, trying to hide my growing hard-on, as she guided me into a small room, adorned with only a bed, lamp table, and wardrobe, which reminded me of my own room. "This," she whispered, and I turned around, Êul had one hand twining in her hair, the other clutched slightly between her tiny lips as she sucked on the webbed digit. As her hand slipped from her hair and trailed down her body, I realized her clamshells had disappeared, her nipples were an even deeper blue, and rock hard. As I stared, her hand traveled further down her tight body, between her perky breasts, across her rippling abs and a second later her silk covering slid to the floor, revealing her completely bare pussy to my eyes. 

"I want to know what got Yunê so hot." She whispered as she slowly slid forward, but my mind was too paralyzed by the sight before me to react. she took my silence as consent and her hands crossed the last bit of space between us, finding their way under my shirt. her hands were slick with some kind of oil and were chilled, almost cold to the touch. My mind finally unlocked, and I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing handfuls of that shapely ass, and pulling her body against mine. Her whole body was colder than mine, and a very small part of me guessed it was probably another change to suit her environment. She gasped in shock as she fell into me, and I saw her teal pupils dilate in pleasure. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked in a husky voice. Her hands slipping further down and under my waistband, seeking what she had just felt. As her hands encircled my shaft I took an involuntary breath and she made a noise halfway between a laugh and a moan. 

"Oh I have to have some of this." She said, walking me back until I hit the bed and fell back, watching enraptured as Êul tugged my trousers out of the way. As my rod popped free of its binding Êul purred in anticipation as it bobbed before her face. Her tongue darted out, and I sighed in pleasure as she flicked the tip time and again, twirling around the head on occasion, before her cool lips descended about halfway down my length. 

My sigh turned to a groan as her hot mouth contrasted with her lips to bring me rising from the bed. I wrapped my hand into her hair and pulled her tiny mouth onto me, gagging her with my cock before I even realized it. I released her head and she came up coughing, but before I could apologize, "Do that again." she whispered, her cheeks flushed a deep violet as her chest heaved. Her eyes, however glowed with untamed lust, as she swallowed me again bobbing her head in a short, quick tease. 

"Do it again." She wined as she caught her breath back, then took just the head into her mouth once more, swaying her head and ass side to side, her nipples brushing my legs, as she waited for me to take control. With a growl, I wrapped my hand tightly into her hair and pulled her up until I could look into her eyes. 

"You want to be controlled do you?" I asked, remembering the submissive tendencies of most water nymphs. Her only reply was a small moan. I shoved her back down and she eagerly swallowed my shaft as I pressed her further down, enjoying every exquisite centimeter of sensation until I felt just the head pop into her throat. I held her there, her throat muscles worked over my shaft as she held her breath. 

Small sharp claws on her fingers dug into my legs, as her air began to run out, but it only added to my enjoyment. I kept her pressed there as I began slight thrusts into her throat loving the feeling of the gags and gurgles she made as her lungs tried desperately to find oxygen around my cock, and the sight of her eyes rolling around her head in a combination of pleasure and a lack of oxygen was so sexy. I relented and she came off my shaft, dragging lungfuls of air into her cool, slick body. 

"Who gave you permission to stop?" I growled into her ear, before bending her over my knees, pressing her face into the bed to my left, and smacking her ass one solid time on each cheek. Êul rose up arching her back as she issued a deep, guttural moan that emanated from her core. As if a fire had ignited inside her she curled into herself, diving into my lap as her lips surrounded my shaft again, gagging herself in her lust and bringing me very close to the edge. 

I dug my fingers into her cool tight ass, pulling her up until I slipped from between her lips, and she was straddling my knees, hers resting on the edge of the bed with my dick teasing her tiny slit. "And who said you could do that?" I quietly asked, whispering into her ear. 

Before she could reply I bent her back over, raining blows onto her cheeks as she screamed and squealed, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." over and over into her sheets. I alternated between cheeks, smacking just hard enough to darken her blue flesh, earning a cry out with each strike and a softer, whimpering moan, as her fluids began to seep for between her legs, giving proof to how much she was truly enjoying this. 

Several minute later, after I had turned her into a blubbering mess, I noticed her hips giving small, unconscious thrusts as my cock continued to tease her now soaked pussy. As I lightly caressed the dark blue handprints on her ass cheeks I let my fingers begin to just barely scrape the lips peeking between her legs. Her whimpers quickly dissolved into heavy moans, as her thrusts took on a more urgent pace. I lifted her up until she was back on her knees, being sure to continue my ministrations, and let her throw her arms around me and bury her head in my neck. 

"You want to cum, don't you?" I teased, holding still so that she had to work her hips to enjoy herself with my fingertips and now soaked cockhead. A grunt was the only confirmation I got as her body gave another spasm, and more of her lubrication dribbled down onto my shaft. I turned my head to look at her face and realized she was completely lost in what her body was feeling; eyes closed, nostrils flared, her lip clenched between her teeth as she got closer and closer to ecstasy. I carefully lined myself up and on her next thrust I slid her knees further apart, letting her weight pull her down onto my length, her hot core boiling over as it readily accepted me, and I sunk three quarters of the way into the vixen. 

Êul threw her head back, a wail escaping from her as her senses overloaded, compounded when I began sucking on the nipple presented in front of my face. Her body began thrashing as her orgasm struck through her, and I had to hold onto her to keep her from coming off me. Her pussy clamped down on me hard, and I could feel her juices dripping down to my balls as she came. I knew I wouldn't last, I was so close, so I grabbed her around the waist hammering up into her, intensifying her orgasm until the room reverberated with her screams. I felt my balls begin to churn and then... 

Light flooded into the room as the door was slung wide open. Lady Yunê stood there, still in her riding clothes, anger coloring her cheeks as she spoke, "What is going on in here?" as if it was not obvious, but that was enough to freeze me and my balls in place. "Eul, get up! Now!" Lady Yunê spoke to Êul as if I wasn't even there, "I want the moss cleaned from the entire north face of the walls by sundown." Êul looked as if she had barely heard her; her head still thrown back, held up only by my arms she opened her eyes only a fraction to acknowledge the order. 

"Yes, my lady." She spoke in a dreamy voice, before sliding off me, cooing at the sensations it caused her. I wasn't entirely certain she even knew where she was as she wobbled to the door, her tiny slit still gaping wide open as she stretched up and gave the lady a kiss on her cheek, before walking past. The little nymph even turned and gave me a wink before she disappeared around the doorway. 

Lady Yunê watched her walk down the hall and mumbled something I could not make out, though I could've sworn I heard the word "lucky" and "bitch" in there, but then she turned her gaze on me, and all thoughts fled. "You are very lucky I came when I did." She spoke after a second. 

"Glad someone did..." I grumbled as my hard-on throbbed, contemplating finishing myself, even while she watched, but quickly revoked the idea as she advanced to the end of the bed. 

Steel crept into her voice as she glared at me. "What did you say!?" she demanded, fire seeming to rise in her like a furnace. My stomach did a few flips at this. 

"Nothing, madam." I hastily replied. Regardless of my unfulfilled desire, I had no intention of arguing with Lady Yunê, not as long as I wore the cuffs. The Lady continued to glare at me a moment more, before turning back for the door. 

"What do you know about being BROKEN, my slave?" Lady Yunê asked over her shoulder. I tensed up automatically, was she threatening me, I wondered. She had already broken me as far as I was concerned; burning for nine hours straight after my first escape attempt had already removed any thoughts for a second try with these shackles. 

"What do you mean?" I asked warily, unsure of my new situation. She nodded as if I had confirmed something to her, and began speaking again, her voice much more gentle than a moment before. 

"Being BROKEN, or the BREAK, is one of the hidden reasons for the war between your kind and us elvenkind. All women can have an orgasm, this you likely know, but we elves have another, higher state that we call the BREAK. We can not figure out why, but no matter how many times or ways they try, elven males are unable to bring us females into this state." 

My jaw hung open and I began to wonder why she would tell me any of this, however I listened closely as she turned to look me in the eyes and continued, "However, when a human male takes an elven woman, she almost always enters into this state, and she will never be the same; thereafter she will be BROKEN. Elven males will never be able to arouse or satisfy her ever again, and all she will be able to think about or desire is to be taken by a human once more. From what I just saw, had I not stopped you, Êul would probably already be BROKEN by now. That girl is already a sex addicted little slut; had you BROKE her she would be useless as anything more than your personal toy, following you around even worse than my daughter does." 

My cock had started to wilt when she had begun, but hearing this 'pure' high elf speak of sex and sluts like this had me hard as a rock once more. Yunê looked at my throbbing cock, and grimaced before turning away and walking back to the door. "Go back to your chambers; you are not to have sexual relations with any slave of this house again, if I catch you at this again I will have you castrated. I can't have you BREAKING every servant in my house, but make no mistake Devon..." my head came up as she spoke my name, and she turned to look me in the eyes once more, a fire burning in her own, "when you do take my daughter, I want you to BREAK her." and with that she was gone, leaving me with one head spinning, one head hard, and more questions than she had answered. 

I groaned and dropped back to the bed, frustrated, thinking for a few moments as I allowed things to calm down. Why would Lady Yunê tell me all of this, ban me from touching any of the other slaves, then turn around and in the same breath give me permission-hell practically order me-to BREAK her own daughter? Thoughts and ideas swirled around in my head for a bit, but none made any sense. Finally, with a sigh I got up and pulled my trousers back on, heading for my room; I needed rest and time to think. Hopefully I could figure this all out by tomorrow.



Her Dirty Little Secret Pt. 02



Part 2 of the series: Her Dirty Little secret. All comment and critiques are welcome. 

Enjoy! 

All characters are over 18 

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I opened my eyes and groaned. It was barely sunup, and as such my room was near pitch black. Small amounts of light streamed into my window from the torches that burned outside, illuminating just enough of the room that I could see the small end table and old, rickety wardrobe that graced the otherwise completely bare room. Scenes from yesterday evening came forward as I looked around and I groaned again as my morning wood became a steel rod. 

"Great..." I mumbled, thinking that getting trousers on was going to be a bitch. I got up throwing off the wool cover and grabbed my clothes I had set out the night before. Just as I got my trousers on my door swung open and Inir walked in, carrying a tray of food. She traditionally did this every morning, but she usually waited until after sunrise and typically knocked first. 

Inir was a shy wood elf that had been at the castle since a very young age. She and lady Yanê had grown up together, and while Inir was the young lady's personal handmaid, many throughout the castle commented how they were more like sisters. I personally hadn't seen anything so far myself, but I hadn't been here very long either. She wore a short brown wool dress that didn't quite reach her knees, and that swirled in the doorway as she entered. 

"Good morning, Devon. You are up earlier than usual." She spoke cheerfully for once, but her tone was still very subdued. She set the tray down on the old end table between the door and my bed. She turned toward me, her eyes scanning the room for a moment and then she went to speak, but when she looked at me fully she gasped and covered her mouth, her eyes widened and she began blushing furiously. 

I was facing her way when she walked in, and while my pants were up I had not yet been able to cinch them together: partially because Inir had startled me with her sudden entrance, and partially because there was a very sensitive obstacle in the way. This obstacle was what Inir was currently staring at. I stood there frozen for a moment, still shocked by the quick development, and Inir simply continued to stare, her black eyes fixated on my manhood. 

"That explains Êul's..." she mumbled, her voice dying in her throat as my shaft gave a twitch. Inir's eyes began to glaze over and even as I watched it seemed her hand began to unconsciously travel down her body. I didn't have to be able to read minds to know exactly what was going through hers at that moment, as her thighs began to rub themselves together. My burgeoning wood tempted me to make an advance, but the Lady Elwonê's words came back to me and I instead cleared my throat. 

Inir jumped as if lightning had stuck nearby and her eyes met mine for a brief moment before, with a quiet squeak she darted back out the door. For a second I thought she was gone but her voice came back from the other side of the stone wall, "Lady Yunê wishes to speak to you just after daybreak concerning your duties. She said she would be in the dining hall waiting for you, and not to be late." 

Then she was gone. I walked to the door and stuck my head out, but all I saw was the hallway and rugs gracing the floor. I had to hand it to her, Inir could definitely move when she wanted. I stepped back inside, grumbling "I'm definitely going to need a cold wash now." 

I was about halfway to my destination, sticking to the slave halls, when a flying object came careening around a corner, "mussa hide, mussa hide!" the whirl of leather and wings slammed into a nearby wardrobe, fluttered through the air a bit, then latched onto my shirt, swinging around onto my back where it stayed, leather wings folded in to make it as small as possible. 

Engie, the head chef, and a large dwarf at that, came barreling around the corner a second later, brandishing a huge cleaver, "I'll roast you over the fire for this you flying rat!" she screeched, as she ran. I stepped to my left putting my back the wardrobe and pointed the way I had come. Engie never saw my new pack as she rushed past. 

"Hope you catch him!" I yelled after her; Engie never looked back. I shrugged my shoulder and a second later the small creature climbed up onto it. "What'd you steal this time Fedge?" I asked the imp. Yellow eyes looked back at me with unrepressed glee. 

"Chip-chips, from the Lady's plate," it cackled "thanken Dev-Dev, you I owe." Fedge was an imp that had gotten lost and cut off from its colony. A very young Yanê had found him hiding in the barn five years ago and took him in. He hadn't left since, hiding out instead in the darker corners of the castle grounds, partially out of loyalty to Yanê, mostly because without his colony, to leave the sanctuary of the castle alone was a death sentence. 

Fedge was like most imps, about six inches tall with a foot-wide wingspan on his four wings. He was a freaky little thing, with a baldhead, a set of glowing yellow eyes like an owls, and sharp needle like teeth that were coated in venom. Most guests that learned of his presence could hardly believe he was allowed to stay here, but he kept the rats and other vermin off the grounds - usually by eating them - so no one could really complain. 

"Don't worry about it." I said, waving a hand. "We men have to stick together." Fedge was the only other 'man' besides me allowed inside the castle grounds; even my old guards had been to a one female. This was something every person here had made sure I was fully aware of from my very first day. I still could not figure out the reason why. 

"So, you and Yu-Yu have fun last night?" his wide grin told me Fedge knew what Êul and I had done already, and I sighed as he sat and swung his feet back and forth from my shoulder, his leather wings folded behind him. I shook my head, nearly whipping Fedge with a few strands of hair. 

"So, you heard about that, huh?" I asked as I started walking down the hall. God, first Inir's comment, and now Fedge knew. It was all over; if Fedge knew everything he was going to spread it all over the castle. I was surprised he wasn't screeching it across the rafters right now. He cackled maniacally for several moments, his wings working in spurts to keep him from falling from his lofty perch. 

"Heeheeheehee, hear about it!? Dev-Dev half the castle heard Yu-Yu's screams lassa night!" I stopped in my tracks for a second as that slowly sunk in, then picked up my pace as Fedge continued, "Me was first thinken you was torturin' poor Yu-Yu, but the lookey on her face...ooh, you sure was aringin' her bells, huh?" the imp rotated his hips suggestively, then dissolved back into hysterics. I rolled my shoulders causing the miniature creature to nearly fall. 

"All right, enough." I said, getting a bit nervous. The last thing I needed was more problems around here. Fedge started up a whole new round of laughter, and I started to get irate. "You sure you want to keep on pushing it? I'm a bit faster than Engie." This single comment was enough to sober the little guy up. He had already learned that lesson. 

"Ok..." Fedge took to the air again as I reached the door to the courtyard, but he couldn't resist one last jibe before he left. " You know Yanêy-girl heard you too," he whispered conspiratorially, flying backwards back down the hall, "She was so jealous she wented to the Lady crying to go breaker you two up." He laughed at that and zipped away, "Little Yanêy-girl has got a crush~" the little imp sing-songed as he flew off, leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I walked out side and allowed my legs to follow the now familiar path around the castle. As I walked my mind wandered, thinking about what had happened in the last night. First was Êul luring me to her room and seducing me, then Lady Yunê breaking in and forbidding me to touch any other slave in her house. Finally the most troubling thing was Lady Yunê last words; that she wanted me to take her own daughter and BREAK her. And now to find out that the entire castle had heard us. Things couldn't get much more problematic. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and realized I had made it to my destination. 

The castle was built on a peninsula into a large lake which itself was fed by the ocean, as such several waterways had been dug and diverted to supply the castle with plenty of fish and water, which was purified by a simple spell. Here at this point the water was slower from dipping under the castle wall, and wasn't as deep as much of the other waterways so the water tended to be warmer here, and because it was tucked away in a far corner hidden from sight it was perfect for relaxing and bathing in. 

I usually come here after each day, but Êul had had other plans last night, so I came- er, got here this morning. I had heard the Ladies Yanê and Yunê had a room that let them bathe inside their own rooms, but as a slave I doubted I could get something like that. 

I set my change of clothes on a limb, before undressing and dropping the old clothes near-by, and stepped into the calm shelf, the water coming up to my knees. It was a warm day and the water was the perfect temperature, so after getting clean I laid my head back on the shore and relaxed for a moment. I drifted for a few moments, enjoying the solitude. A gentle wave broke my reverie. 

"What the-!? Êul!" Êul had used the waterway to swim under the castle wall and was now crawling her way up between my legs. Water nymphs can blend in with water, and even in this shallow section if she hadn't been pressing down on my legs I still wouldn't have even been able to see her. I attempted to stand up, but Êul laid her languorous body on top of mine, pinning me down in the water. I had to admit, I gave little resistance against the fully naked beauty above me. 

"Shh, just relax." She whispered as she lay atop me. Her body was a slight bit warmer than the water we were now laying in, and damn if she didn't feel good as she lay there. "You didn't get to finish last night, so I figured I would give you a surprise." She giggled and slunk back into the water, cupping my balls as her tongue slid down my body. 

I was already hard from the way she had been moving against me, but when she wrapped her lips around my shaft underwater, I growled with pleasure, and simply laid my head back. I was too fucking horny to fight her; Lady Yunê's orders be damned, I was getting me some if it killed me. 

As she worked her way down my shaft I realized with a pleasured sigh; with Êul's gills on her neck she didn't need air, and the sensation of her tongue was amazing as she continued on and on; bobbing, suckling and sucking on my shaft, making small ripples in the water as she moved. 

"Oh, fuck." I wasn't going to hold out at this rate, but Êul couldn't hear me beneath the water and kept a mind blowing pace. I tapped on her head several times to let her know I was getting close, but a vibration in the back of her throat told me she knew exactly where I was. 

I couldn't help myself; I grabbed her head and pulled her further down onto my pole until I felt the head of my cock pop into her throat. Êul could still breath through her gills though, so she seemed to have no problem with me keeping her there as her tongue danced over the base of my shaft. I clenched my teeth as I felt my release coming, my balls began to churn, and... "Agh!" 

Oh my fucking GOD! Finally! I emptied my balls down her throat, as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me. My ears rang and lights exploded in my eyes. After several months with no company before, and a month in captivity, I pumped load after load into Êul's hot wet mouth as she moaned her pleasure beneath the waterline. I lied there catching my breath, shaking as blissful aftershocks filtered through me; even more were brought on by Êul's continued ministrations. 

I looked down and saw a white cloud billowing through the gills at Êul's neck, and for some reason found this a strangely erotic sight. I stood up, up, water dripping from my body like rain. The naughty little vixen slid out of the water after me like a serpent, hunger fully evident in her eyes. "I want some more of that..." she whispered seductively as she slunk forward, eyes glued to my still hard manhood. 

I sidled out from beneath her and stepped of the water, looking back at the sexy woman; half transparent nymph hiding her treasures in the water, half sex hungry nympho staring at me with desire in the sun. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as my higher thinking settled back into place, regaining control and reminding me of the young Lady... 

"Êul, we can't...I can't." I could see surprise fly across Êul's features and her gaze became glued behind me. Shit! I didn't want to hurt this sexy woman, nor did I really want to drive her away, but... "If-If the Lady-" 

If the Lady Yunê finds out, she'll kill us both," I realized, as that familiar voice spoke that Êul had not looked away because of my words, and my blood froze in my veins even as I expected it to start boiling. I turned to see Lady Yunê standing right by my clothes, anger rolling beneath a calm veneer, like a volcano getting ready to erupt. "Is that about what you were going to say? Hmm?" 

I stood there trying to think of something to say, when The Lady spoke, "Don't you move another step, you treacherous snake." I was confused for a few seconds before I noticed she wasn't talking to me. I turned around and saw Êul half way toward the wall she had swam here under, all but her eyes hidden beneath the tiny waves she had made as she tried to quietly slip away. 

"Better yet, go. Swim away, and await me in your quarters...I'll deal with you later." Fear filtered into Êul's eyes, and even underwater I could hear her whimper, but she obediently dipped under the wall and was gone. That left the Lady Yunê and me...alone. I slowly turned back to face my fate. Even though I had been determined to do it, I had not believed we would be caught. 

"You were late." Was all she said. I was so dead. I bid my balls goodbye. 

Lady Yunê gestured toward my clothes, but I hesitated for a second. Finally, deciding I'd rather face torture with my clothes on, I stepped from the water. Every step I took felt as if it would invoke her wrath and scorch my flesh. It seemed to take me forever to reach my clothes, and I was acutely aware of the Lady's bright green eyes all over me as I took each step. 

As I grabbed for my pants I saw a flash of movement. That was the only warning I got before Yunê's fist connected squarely with my jaw. I had to hand it to her; the woman could throw a punch. Pain exploded in the left side of my face as I hit the ground. "You pathetic, disgusting, filthy fucking HUMAN!" 

I blinked a few times to get my eye to refocus, and looked up. My heart gave a thud in my chest at the fire burning in those eyes above me. "I am giving you my greatest treasure; my own daughter, and this is where I find you!? Playing around with that whore!?" I cringed at the venom in her words, but at the same time my own frustrations and anger were welling up. 

"What the hell do you want from me!?" I screamed back at her, looking into her eyes. Yunê took a surprised step back. She seemed taken aback by my anger. More than that, my question seemed to shake her strong-willed veneer. For a moment she seemed...vulnerable. 

I searched her eyes with my own; seeking answers for the multitude of questions I could not ask. She stared back at me, wavering, impossibly fragile for one of her strength and power. For that one moment there was a breach in her armor, a desire to give me the answers I craved. 

Then just as quickly, she turned away. Just like that, the fire in her eyes went from a beautiful flame of righteous anger to the cold and distant gleam of a star. "You have been reassigned to a new position." her demeanor had become the same as that on the first day I came here...dismissive. "Inir was transferred to assistant chef, so you will take on her role. From this moment on you are to be the personal assistant of my daughter, Lady Yanê. You will-" 

"What!?" I yelped like a scalded hound. This was a turn, first a fist in my face, and now a promotion? "What are trying to do, Yunê? Is this about Yanê and...ARRGH!" For the first time in nearly a month a dreadfully familiar pain exploded across my body, burning every inch of skin like I had been thrown on a pyre. I writhed in agony for several seconds, though it seemed an eternity, before the Lady relented. 

"Remember your place, slave. You will address me as Lady or Mistress Yunê at all times, do you understand?" I shook my head quickly, still unable to breath through the pain. "Good, and if you ever interrupt me, or question my decisions again, you will not live to regret your mistake. Now you will meet Yanê in the Meeting Hall immediately." She turned away, and I struggled to follow. 

I walked back with her for a few moments in silence, before we went to part ways, her to her garden, and I to the Meeting Hall. As we parted she called me once more, "Devon...Do not forget your duty." And in a flurry of crimson hair she left, leaving me once again wondering what she had meant. I shook my head and opened the door to reenter the castle. 

I walked slowly to the Meeting Hall, gathering my thoughts. I thought a great deal as to what the Lady Yunê expected of me, and what my new title was supposed to mean, right along with what it actually did mean. Yunê was pushing Yanê and I closer together, for some reason I couldn't figure out. Hell she was actively pressing for me to go ahead and fuck the living daylights out of her daughter, knowing what would result, so what the hell was it that she wanted? 

My head was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't even realize I was at the Meeting Hall until a pointed cough interrupted my musings. I looked up, startled, taking in the lavishly furnished hall, the marble columns stretching along both sides of the massive room, the curved ceiling with gold inlaid chandeliers and a mural painting of the stars, and even the cadmium marble floor; all passed through my eyes. 

And there, standing in the center of the room, directly on top of the rose compass inlay, the direct center of the castle, was a 5' tall, blonde haired, plains elf staring hard at me with a mixture of anger and...trepidation? She had traded in the white sleeveless dress today for a tight, long sleeved, dark green blouse with the sleeves ending just below the elbow. Her dark brown leggings seemed to be made of a thick, durable fabric and I could see the now ever-present hairpin clipped on one side of her pale, straight hair. The outfit made her mere presence no less provocative than the dress had, though she did seem to look a little taller than yesterday. 

"Your late." Yunê crossed her arms in a sort of defiant anger like look, unaware it had the unintended effect of pressing her delectable orbs up and together. I grinned and shrugged, noting her ears take on a darker shade as I stepped up to within a few inches of her. I remembered getting this close to her yesterday, close enough to smell the scent of lilies wafting from her, and my smile widened even further. "What?" she asked me, seeing the look on my face. 

"Nothing, milady." I whispered near her ear, grinning when I saw her shudder. I kept walking for a few more steps, looking around the room for a moment, then turned back to Yanê. "So, milady it seems I am now at your personal discretion." I put a little emphasis on personal, and Yanê tensed. "Is there anything you would like me to do?" I stepped close to her again, her intoxicating scent drawing me in once again. 




Her Dirty Little Secret Pt. 02



She suddenly placed her hands against my chest, attempting to push me away, but only succeeded in pushing herself back a few steps. "W- wait, what are you talking about?" she asked, looking up into my eyes, confusion clouding hers. I cocked my head a bit, wondering if she was joking, but no, she was completely perplexed. 

"Why are you out here?" If she wasn't told of my 'reassignment' then my question was, what was the reason of her being here? Why was she waiting for me? She ducked her head, forgetting her own question and stared intently at her black riding boots as they worried at the edge of a marble block. 

"Mother said... that...that you wanted to...do something with me." Her neck, face, and ears were redder than her mother's hair, and she kept glancing up at me, then away. Every time she looked up at me though, I could read in her eyes exactly what she thought it was that I 'wanted to do with her'. She was absolutely right. 

"Well, the Lady Yunê told me something a bit different. She...promoted me I guess, to being your 'personal assistant'." Yanê's eyes widened and those deliciously full lips parted ever so slightly in surprise as she absorbed what I had just said. I stepped forward again, inhaling her sweet perfume once more. "So, milady...was there something you...wanted me to do with you?" I asked in a whisper, inching closer to her. 

Yanê shook from head to toe. Surprise, fear, desire, indecision; all these emotions played in her heart and across her features in a myriad display. All the while she was rooted to that spot her, blue eyes locked to his dark ones as he drew ever closer. "Oh gods he's going to kiss me!" she thought. Her heart beat even faster as he brought his head down, she could see the intent in the gleam of his eyes. She didn't know if she could handle this. 

The warmth she had felt when her mother had spoken to her about him this morning began to spread further down, turning into the same fire that she had felt the last time they were this close. She wouldn't deny him...she couldn't; like he had control of some integral part of her being she had no way to stop him, if he wanted her. Oh, how she wanted him to want her. 

Fire raced through her as his eyes began to gently close, and her eyes followed; she didn't need to see him, she felt him. Felt his warmth, a flame burning through her body, freezing her and melting her all at the same time. Felt his control as he slid his hands up her arms, stilling the tremble in her body. Felt his desire as he pressed into her, stealing her heart and every thought she had. 

She was getting dizzy; her breaths came too quick. She wanted to move away...she wanted to press forward...Oh, gods how she wanted... The fire spread further down, and started to seep out, soaking her undergarments. 

That first touch was just a graze, his lips sliding over hers. It was like diving into ice water. It was like burning in the sun. It was...they were... As he slid away, breaking that divine contact she gave a small whine, no more than a breath. A plea to stop...a cry to continue. 

Then he was on her, claiming her, consuming her. She gave a gasp and it came out more of a moan. He took from her and she gave to him. She wanted to take for herself, take from him, but her body was as blank as her mind, only doing as his lips commanded of her. She felt his tongue slid forward and instinctively she opened up to him, and then she tasted him for the first time... 

Boom! They separated as if the sound had been a shockwave between them, looking over where Inir had just entered. Her deep complexion drained from her face along with her blood. "Lady Yanê? Devon...! Oh...oh,my..." Just like that, everything shattered. Yanê ran. 

I had known. From the moment I had asked her what she wanted I had known...hell from our time in the hayloft I had known. Yanê was so innocent; if I pressed the issue, I knew she would have caved. It was so...she was so... and then...Inir. "Devon I am so sorry." Inir said, covering her mouth. 

"No, you're not." I said without looking at her, and took off after Yanê, leaving Inir there, that same little smile still on her face. I wanted to take a belt to her. She was supposed to be like a sister to Yanê. She knew what this would do to that woman, and yet she was going to sit there...and smile. 

I made it to the doors and looked around, the stables to the left, and further in that direction was the personal garden of Lady Yunê. Yunê was probably there now, and I briefly considered going for her help, or maybe advice. Hell, perhaps Yanê had gone there herself, seeking a mother's comfort. I discarded each of those thoughts as quickly as I had them. 

To my right, was the barn and supply building for the animals. The barn, where I had teased Yanê, and caught the first glimpse of her real self. That was just yesterday, too. Damn that felt like weeks now. She would not be there, knowing she would be trapping herself. 

Behind them and extending all the way behind the castle was nothing but woods, and foliage. Those trees supplied much of the fuel for the fireplaces and the wood stove. A little magic, a bit of energy, and a tree would grow perfect pieces of firewood just for the caster. I hadn't believed it until I saw it. 

Directly in front of me was the fifteen-foot tall wood and steel doors that I had entered upon my arrival. They had not been opened but a few times since. She definitely did not head out them, but for those who knew this place those doors were not the only way out. 

As I scanned the grounds my gut clenched; I had to find her, and soon. It wasn't the fact that I had been basically told to do any of this. The truth was I actually genuinely felt something for this woman, and I knew how she felt about me. I also knew just how impulsive she could be. I noticed a bit of green moving along the edge of the forest and took off, skirting the supply depot before making a dash for the last place I saw her. 

I picked up her trail quickly enough; I was used to tracking the stealthiest of prey, and the greatest of predators, a woman with no hunting skills of her own was child's play. I tracked her heading straight through the forest, my mood darkening as I began to have suspicions. when I reached the wall I cursed. I saw fresh mud caked on a stone ladder ascending the wall...my heart sank. She had climbed over the wall. I couldn't follow her. 

Yunê had enough of the gardening done for the day, she decided. Her golden skin was coated in a layer of sweat from working this little stretch of land she tended. It was tedious and dirty work, and she could easily have one of the servants do it, but she liked the work, and the satisfaction of doing something she could look at and say, "This was done by my hands." 

As she walked back toward the castle, admiring the solid and impregnable feel of the dark stone walls, a sweet heat lifted within her, centered on thoughts she had refused to acknowledge. Shaking her head she diverted her path, walking around to the side of the castle. She was a High Elf, head of the Elwonê Clan, as prim and proper as they come. She thought of her daughter Yanê, and the things she would be doing right about now. 

Yunê chuckled remembering the look on her daughter's face as she told her that her slave Devon had 'wanted to do things with her'. There were definitely some strong feelings growing there. Yunê could see that much in her daughter with ease. Initially, she had not wanted to push things, had wanted to let things be. 

After yesterday, however, after Yanê had come back downstairs from her room, Yunê had known then. There was something that was just so obvious about it...the look in her eyes; the smell on her body...Yunê knew then it was time to give a slight push. Sometimes her daughter was just too innocent. 

Perhaps she shouldn't have. She shook her head and quickened her pace as the heat grew. She stepped into the trees. Yes, she was a High Elf, as prim and proper as they come, but sometimes it was best to push...just like it was best at times to let nature run its own course. 

Lady Yunê found the familiar area she had made long ago. Taking a few deep breaths she allowed the heat to rise. A fire ignited within her, and Lady Yunê began to dance. 

Yanê walked for several minutes screaming at herself, cursing herself, and just generally berating herself. Why did she run? She could have ordered Inir away, she could have told Devon to go with her to her room. She could have...she could have cried. Right then, right there she could have sobbed, sitting at the top of the wall where no one ever came. She wanted to die there. 

It was illegal; against Elvish law for an elf to have any relationship with a human. 

To have sex with one was punishable by death. 

She couldn't understand it, how everything was getting so messed up! Êul had bedded Devon; she knew that. Somewhere deep inside her an evil, dark force wanted Êul to be punished for that; wanted to punish Êul for that, she settled for kicking the stone rampart. What really ate at her was that, because Êul was a slave, she could have him. No one cared if a slave was BROKEN; there were plenty of things a slave could still do, and body slaves were actually pretty common. 

Yanê, however, she was the daughter of Lady Yunê, heir to the third largest financial empire in the Elvish Republic. She had expectations, she had duties, she had...shackles. She had shackles no different than Devon himself. They may have been made of gold and jewels, but she was as much a slave as the human she loved. 

Yanê's head came up. She loved him...it was the first time she had gotten the guts to admit that to herself. In that moment, her heart became calmed, as it had not been since he had appeared, and had given her the stole hairpin. Her fingers unconsciously went to the beautiful pin. It was a perfect representation of him...of them. It was beautiful, but illegal, not acceptable, against all morals of her people. Her heart was calm, but her mind still raced. 

She had had idle fantasies of him when he had saved her; ones of him ignoring elvish law, marching into her room one night and stealing her away, escaping the castle, and running away with her; ravaging her tiny body on a lone hill under the full moon. She had left her door unlocked each night the first week after her mother had dismissed his guards. Breath held, waiting for him to show. Then she realized how childish she was when he had attempted to escape without her. 

She had felt his pain as mother let him burn for his crime, leaving the 'FyreBlõõd' spell active even after they had drug him, screaming back into the castle. She had thought it pity, hadn't realized her true feelings, when she argued with her mother to release the spell, even going as far as trying to break the enchantment herself. She had been backhanded for that. 

Being slapped hadn't hurt though; all she could think about at the time was, "why didn't you want to take me with you?" Again, childish, but that was how she had felt. Then when he did finally recover he never tried another escape attempt, and she realized her fantasy was just that...a fantasy. So she started teasing him, trying to get his attention, and with what happened at the barn, what had just happened in the Hall...yeah, she got it. 

She could still feel him, even now. His hands sliding up her arms, and settling against her back. His fingers gliding up her neck, caressing her cheek, and twining in her hair. His lips...claiming hers, burning through all caring, wiping her mind clean. Yanê's skin burned at all the places he had touched her, like a scorching reminder of the illicit contact she had with him, but also that no matter what, she was his. She brought her fingers to her burning lips, scared for a moment that her fingers would be singed by the fire she still felt on her lips. 

Heavy footfalls sounded below her, pulling her from her musings with the breath of a dangerous beast. She peered cautiously over the edge, but saw nothing. Yanê shivered at the sound that it had made, wondering what kind of animal could sound like that. She looked back at the castle, where Devon was, and knew if he were here he would follow the beast; if only to make sure it wasn't a threat to anyone. The sound had come from her right; back the way she had come. She turned to her left, toward where the sound had receded. She had to catch up. 

I turned to my right, and followed the wall, hoping to find some mark that she had come back; that she hadn't left the castle. As seconds turned to minutes, however, I found myself moving faster and faster, until I was running as hard as I could, though I didn't know why. My footfalls and ragged breaths became all I could hear, masking the harsh beating in my chest, as I searched the wall for any markings that she had climbed back down. 

I ran through the small, empty space between the tree trunks and the wall, leaping over fallen limbs, and forcing my way through the brush. Snapping limbs became a slower cadence to the sound of my steps, as I smashed through the undergrowth. Eventually, however the strain forced me to slow down, or risk injury. 

As I slowly slipped through a particularly dense set of bushes, a noise floated on the wind around me. It sounded as if something was moving around in a small clearing right ahead of me. A rhythm began to distinguish itself in the movement. 

Shff...shff...thump, criiick, thump. I stealthily crept forward, wondering what I was hearing. I had never heard such noise from any animal I had ever tracked. I moved around a large thick tree coming into a small opening in the forest. My jaw dropped. A small shirt sat draped over a limb before me, but it was the last thing on my mind, as I stared at its owner. 

Lady Yunê was dancing right in front of me. The shff sounds were of her feet sliding over the leaves on the forest floor. The thumps were from when her feet came down hard on the roots and leaves from one move or the other. The criiicks were from when her hands would trail along the trunk of a tree, spinning around it, or gripping it as she danced. 

All of this was only noticed by the farthest reaches of my mind. What had my full, undivided attention was the beautiful Lady before me. The dance she was doing was purely seductive; gyrating her hips, sliding her hands up her naked stomach, caressing her voluptuous globes, even the look on her face expressed nothing but desire. As I watched, my heart slamming against my chest, her hands slid down her sides, pushing her long skirt down her hips as she undulated her whole body. 

The skirt fell, pooling at her feet, and with an artistic kick she sent it fluttering through the air, landing on the branch by her shirt. She was completely bare and her smooth, golden skin darkened just the slightest bit at the junction of her legs. I noticed her eyes were closed, as she continued her titillating dance. I found myself moving closer as she went on, drawn by the erotic sight before me. 

Her moves seemed to be formed only to increase her own arousal. Her thighs rubbed together with each twist or move. Her hands never strayed too far from her lithe body, always seeming to caress her breasts or to move along her abs, or slide between her thighs. The longer she danced the more ragged her breath became, though I doubted it was from her getting tired. 

On the contrary the more she danced, the faster she moved, the rougher her movements became. She began to fully grope and tweak her nipples, giving breathy moans as she sped up. Her fingers would dig into her flesh with hard, rough fingers instead of soft, gentle caresses. Sweat coated her luscious body. She started biting her lip, and my mouth went dry. 

I moved forward, out of the bushes and into the clearing, watching as her dance began to falter. Her feet moved less and less, her hips began moving in the same undulations as the fingers rubbing her slit. She leaned against the smooth bark of a tree, one hand glued to her nipple, twisting, pulling, groping, and tweaking herself into a higher frenzy. 

Her body slid down, dropping to her knees as her fingers continued their assault. Her breathing began to hitch, her rhythm started to falter. Her body continued to writhe as she got closer and closer to climax. More moans slipped between her clenched teeth as wet, slapping sounds came from between her legs. Her eyes opened. 

My breath was just as ragged as hers as I stood just a few feet in front of her. Her gasp was as much from pleasure as surprise, when her fingers slid from between her nether lips. "Devon!" Her body was like a fire, hypnotic, even as she stood up on trembling knees. I was standing between her and her clothes, but her eyes never left me. "I thought you and Yanê would be-" 

"Is that what you were thinking of?" I don't know where the words came from, my mind was on lockdown, I couldn't think. "Imagining me ravaging your daughter's innocent body?" I took a few steps forward, placing myself right in front of her. " Or was it yours?" I whispered. 

She went to step past me, defiance in every muscle. My body ached for her, and of its own accord my hand reached over, seizing her arm and pulling her back to me. Her gasp this time was of nothing but surprise, but I could see desire running rampant behind her eyes when she looked up at me. "I'll burn you..." the words brought back the memory of Yanê in the barn. 

"I'll scream..." she had said in the exact same tone her mother was using now...one that held no conviction what-so-ever. I found that same smile on my face again. Yunê trembled at the sight, and I couldn't help my grin spreading even wider. 

"Go ahead..." I whispered in the same dark tone I had used yesterday. "You know the invocation. Do it. Scorch my body, because if you don't..." I slid a hand leisurely up her side until I cupped her full C-cup breasts, my thumb brushing the nipple. Her hands snapped up, grabbing my wrist, but it didn't pull it away. "I am going to take yours." 

I finished my statement looking directly into her eyes. I watched the war being fought in her body. The desire, unfulfilled, raging for more contact. The defiance, desperately beating at her to stop this. "Devon," she spoke, looking at my chest, her words no more than a whisper, "Stop-" 

"Stop me." I fired back, my grin still in place. I knew if she wanted, I'd be screaming in pain. If she wanted to stop this, I knew all it would take was a word. That is why my smile was still there; because I knew no matter how many times she denied it...Yunê wanted this. 

"STOP FUCKING TEASING ME!" My head snapped back in surprise as she looked at me, her eyes consumed in a flaming desire. My grin spread across my entire face. "Do your damn duty, slave." She growled, pulling my hand closer to her body, enveloping her tit with my fingers. There was no hesitation, no denial...only desire in her eyes now. My heart hammered at the look she gave me. 

"Yes, mistress." I growled back into her ear, before sliding down to suck on her neck. With an audible intake of breath, Yunê released my wrist, one hand sliding down my arm to grip my shoulder; the other tangled itself in my hair. I played with her nipple with one hand, the other reached down, grabbing hold of her firm ass cheek, pulling her to me as I began to nibble on her earlobe. "I said stop teasing me, dammit!" she nearly screamed. 

I chuckled for a moment, backing off. I glanced down, and could see her excitement running down her thighs, dripping onto the leaves beneath her. Damn, she was wet. On instinct I began trailing kisses down her body, heading slowly for my goal. "What are you-" Yunê's questioning face turned to surprise as she realized what I was about to do. "Gods save meeee-" Yunê's words collapsed into a high pitch squeal as I ran my tongue from the bottom of her tight slit all the way to the top, not pushing past her soaked lips but stroking them instead. I looked up at her as I made a second pass, her head was thrown back in rapture, so I dipped between her folds and just slightly grazed the tiny nub at the top of her heat. 




Her Dirty Little Secret Pt. 02



Her knees buckled and I barely caught her as she collapsed to the forest floor. Her body thrashed about beneath me as I continued to tongue her sex. Her hands furrowed the ground as she fought for some kind of purchase, something to anchor herself to. After a few moments of digging into the ground, she found handholds in my hair, and used them to press me further into her center, as she humped herself into my face. I dived into her. 

I have never compared a woman's taste to anything before. The taste of any woman is unique, but distinctly feminine. Lady Yunê was no exception, yet she was much different than any human I had ever tasted. The musky tang that all human women had was replaced by something else, something sweeter. Like the difference between an apple and a pear, though that wasn't much of a comparison. 

I teased her by licking just around her entrance and then speared into her in quick jabs that took her breath away. She fought for air as I flattened my tongue, running it up and down her slit again and again. Her hands tightened in my hair, she pushed me further into her as she began leaking even more fluids. "Oh fuck!" she screeched, "Oh Fuck yeah, don't stop fucking doing that!" I chuckled and began to tease her once more, gaining a frustrated, but sexy groan as I moved back and forth across her leaking core. 

I licked my way up her dripping hole and nipped her little nub once more. Yunê gave a squeal and bucked beneath me. A look of wonder blossomed on her face as I took her right to the edge of ecstasy. Half coherent words of encouragement started spewing from her lips and she began thrashing even harder, begging me not to stop. 

I formed an 'o' with my lips and latched to her clit, flicking my tongue against it from every side in a rapid pace. I learned right then that Lady Yunê was a gusher. Every muscle in her body tightened, her back arched like a bow, her hands forced me to stay in place, and her lips parted in a scream that could have been heard all the way to the castle. Hot pearly juice flowed out over my face and I eagerly kept at it, until with several gasps her body, which had just begun to unwind shot back into orgasm, closing her throat as her eyes rolled back in her head. 

Yunê collapsed, her mind and body so overloaded from pleasure that it had shut down, passing out for several seconds. I continued licking on her, cleaning her thighs and lips with my tongue, before I made my way back up her body. My chest swelled at the look of satisfaction on her face as her eyes slid open once more. 

"Oh gods... you have to do that for Yanê. Oh, no. Don't expect to get that inside me," she said dreamily motioning toward my steel shaft, as I slid up her body, stopping me even as she shivered in delight. I couldn't believe this! I was about to drag her over and take her, burning or not when, "It won't happen until you have gotten inside her." My eyebrows drew together in confusion. I had understood her perfectly fine, but I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Even after all of this she still expected me to bed her daughter! "She won't-" 

"Milady?" Yunê thankfully ignored the fact that I had interrupted her "You still want me to take Yanê? Even after everything-?" I gestured at us unable to finish, and my mind whirled as the enraptured smile on lady Yunê's face morphed to something far more devious. "What are you planning? Why are you doing this?" I asked. 

Yunê shook her head. "Not now, come to my room tomorrow evening and I will tell you what you want to know. Right now you need to go back to Yanê." Yunê looked at me as I dropped my head. "What?" she asked. 

"Milady, Yanê jumped the wall. She has left the castle grounds." I looked toward the castle as I spoke, but I felt Yunê tense, then relax beneath me as I finished. I looked back and she was shaking her head. Sunlight filtered through a small space in the trees, reflecting off her crimson hair. 

"Yanê didn't leave the grounds," she held up her hand to stop me from speaking. "If she had left, I would know, just like I knew when you had tried to escape." Yunê giggled and I had to stop myself from thrusting my rock hard shaft into her right then. I was good at ignoring my own desires, but if we stayed like that I was going to have my way with her right then, regardless of her wishes. 

Yunê seemed to notice this and stood; looking at a small piece of the wall she could see from where she was. She looked back at me. "Go find her, take her, and show her what pleasure is all about. Then come to me tomorrow, and I'll explain everything." I sighed as she walked over to her clothes, after this I was going to need another cold bath. "And remember Devon," she said, gesturing between us, "This has to stay our little secret." 

Yanê wondered who it was. She had followed the beast for only a few moments when she heard a squeal. She ran to the walls edge, expecting to see one of the servants being attacked, cursing herself once more for not moving faster, but what greeted her eyes immobilized her. It was her mother. 

She had panicked for a second, but then the scream of pleasure wound its way into her mind and Yanê froze. She watched, aghast, as someone she didn't know pleasured her mother...with their mouth! No elf would have ever been willing to do that! Her mother, however, had apparently found someone who would. She couldn't see who it was as the leaves obscured all but her mothers face and chest. Yet she could tell there was someone between her legs...and her mother was definitely enjoying what he was doing. 

She watched for several long moments, her ears burning at the words she heard coming from her mother. She had never heard her mother talk like that. Her prim and proper mother was right there, talking and screeching like a wanton call girl. With a start Yanê realized her panties, which had nearly dried from her time with Devon, were getting wet again. She had no shame. 

Yanê backed away after a few more moments her breath as quick as her mother's. If she got caught watching, there would be hell to pay; that she knew. She started back toward the stone ladder, wondering who the stranger was. A scream of pure pleasure rent the air. "Fuck..." 

Yanê covered her mouth, ashamed of her words even as she soaked through her panties. Oh gods! She felt as if she had just wet herself. As she walked back to the castle she kept wondering who had managed to give her mother such pleasure. Then another though struck her, which sent her juices flooding down her thighs. 

Would Devon be willing to do that to her?