0 comments/ 10179 views/ 15 favorites Wilder Gods Ch. 01 By: faeprincess What in the name of the gods am I doing? There is a cold crispness to the autumn night air. The sky is clear, letting the stars shine brightly in all their glory. The air smells of crunchy leaves and wet mud. It's rained recently, but my nose didn't need to tell me that. The mud covering my feet is proof enough, and they aren't the only part of me caked in the stuff. It's been a long road to get where I am, a road traveled only with the company of loneliness and fear. To say I'm supposed to be here is beyond an understatement. The only thing in my favor is that I'm miles from home and it's the middle of the night. Even if someone were, for some strange reason, to rise from their bed in the castle and travel through the miles of hallway just to peek in and see if I'm still in my bed, they would only know that I'm missing. They'd look for me, sure, but no force in the world would lead them to believe I'd come here. Why would an elven princess run away to a human settlement? The town of Bellehan is quite small, though the farms surrounding it seem to be endless. It's through those muddy fields of already harvested crops and sleeping cattle that I've trudged under the moonlight. I was overjoyed when I finally saw the lights shining from a cluster of buildings at the bottom of a small hill. My footsteps quickened along with my heart rate. I've only ever seen this place on a map until now, though I've been studying that map for weeks on the off chance I'd get the crazy notion to actually come here. I didn't know which of the dozen or so buildings held what I was looking for, but my senses soon led me in the right direction. Most of the lights in the town were dim, barely showing in the windows. There was one though, right in the center, with wide windows that shined as brightly as the sun. I could see shadows dancing behind the glass and the faint sounds of music were filling the air. Before I could even read the sign swinging over the door in the breeze, I knew this was the Stallion Alehouse. By the time I reached the window, my legs could barely carry me anymore. My soul is a swirling storm of fear and excitement. Now, my knees are sunken into the mud by the wall and my hands are pressed against the dirty glass. My eyes are adjusting to the light radiating from inside, but what I see is already making the trip worth the risk. The tavern is small, built from planks of sturdy wood with furniture to match. A long bar made from a split log lines the back wall. Shelves of glass bottles full of various alcohols are erected behind it. The heads of bears, deer, and other animals dot the other walls with no semblance of order or planning. The antlers of many are being repurposed as coat racks. In the back corner to my left, a trio of humans bang on drums and blow on flutes, creating an energetic and primal melody like I've never heard before. Elven music is always so elegant and inoffensive. This song feels right to awaken the animal within, and from the look of the tavern patrons, it's working. There are about two dozen humans in the tavern. Most of them are men, but there are a few women as well. Their garments are loose and simple looking, likely the same clothes they've been working hard in all day long. They're dancing and shouting along to the music. Even through the smudges window, I can see how red their faces are, flush with excitement and joy. There are five women in total, and all of them are stomping around the floor as though possessed by an outside spirit. The boards below their feet creek and groan with each step. Most of the men are sitting at the tables and drinking, though their wide eyes are fixated upon the women. My breaths quicken as I notice the hunger in their eyes. These men aren't admiring the poise or form of these women, oh no. They're gazing at them like a forest cat watches its prey before pouncing. The women seem to know it too, and it's driving them just as crazy. Only a trio of men are on the dance floor, one of whom I recognize. He has a messy mop of brown hair and three days of unshaven stubble covering most of his face. The sun has baked his skin to a leathery brown. That's Ferris. He's the one who told me about this place. He's the one who set me on the wild and dangerous path that led me here. He's the one I think about at night when I'm working my fingers inside of my pussy. Ferris is dancing along with the ladies and two other men. He doesn't move as wildly as they do. His routine consists mostly of stomping his right foot as his hands clap along to the beat. I can't take my eyes off him. Each time he claps, the muscles of his arms twitch, and with arms as wide as oak limbs, there's plenty there to see. The smile on his face makes me dizzy. I've always found a strange attraction to human men, but no other has ever enchanted me as much as him. With my fingers spread wide on the window I press my face against the glass. By the look of things, I've arrived exactly when I was hoping to. When Ferris would tell me about this place, about this gathering, he always said that things didn't get really exciting until just after midnight. That was when the men reached the limit of how much they'd be teased and the women were ready to finally let them win. The things he described after that had shocked me at first, but also excited me. I couldn't imagine such a thing actually taking place, and that's why I had to see it for myself. Off to the right, one of the men sitting at a table motions for a nearby woman to come to him. She smiles at him devilishly as she makes her way across the room. Her steps are slow and deliberate, causing her hips to rotate and her rear to protrude. She turned away from him once she's but a few steps away and bends over. The man reaches out and snatches her by fabric of her dress. Knocked off balance, the girl tumbles backward onto his lap. He wraps an arm around her and they kiss, but it's not like any kiss I've ever seen in elven culture. When elves kiss, it's a short and delicate act; as formal as a handshake. These two are passionately locked together. I gasp as I see her pull away and rub her tongue across his lips. As she playfully bites and licks at his face, his hand swings across his body and grabs hold of her left breast. She giggles as his palm works her bosom like a baker pressing dough. I start to breathe heavily when he tugs down at her already low neckline. Even from outside I can hear a faint tearing sound as her milky white breasts pop over the fabric. He grabs the left one and holds it up to his mouth. My mouth hangs open as I watch him suckle at her tit hungrily. Her head flies back in ecstasy and I can hear her moans over the music. She hugs his head to her chest as he ravages her breasts like a crazed animal. This goes on for several minutes. The sight is so mesmerizing, I don't notice till later that many of the other women have paired off with several of the men. They kiss passionately as they grind their bodies against one another. Back at the table, the woman climbs off the man's lap and falls to her knees. With a coy smirk, he begins to undo the belt around his waist. With the fabric loosened, she reaches into his trousers and pulls out his cock. By the gods, they are much bigger than elven dicks. Elves are quite beautiful creatures, but neither males or females of my race have a lot of...well...meat on them. The penis of an elf is often short and slender, enough to fulfill its biological purpose and nothing else. Even though they're quite a distance away from me, I can tell that the human's cock is at least seven inches long, nearly twice as long as elf dicks tend to get, and that's not even counting the clearly bigger girth. I watch with wide eyes as she moves her long, blond hair over her left shoulder and runs her tongue along the length of his shaft. My left hand slides off the glass and down to my waist. The heat coming off my lower lips is intense. I cup my fingers over my groin and rub my clit. The wetness of my pussy soaks into the dirty fabric of my dress as I watch the girl take his entire cock into her mouth. I've never seen such a practice before. Sucking on a penis? No one in elven society would ever dream of such an act! The man's head leans back and his legs spread apart. One arm falls limp to his side while the other rests on the back of her head. All the while, the woman's head bobs up and down on his cock. I lick my lips as I imagine what it must be like, how it must taste. It's a strange act for sure, but one that excites me. My eyes dart around the room to see what the other humans are up to. There's another couple over against the wall to my right. She's a pale and portly woman with flowing red hair. Her exposed breasts, each as large as my entire head, are bouncing up and down as she shutters in small jolts. There is a man kneeling in front of her. The hem of her dress is sitting on his head and his hands are firmly planted upon her buttocks. I can't get a clear view of what he's doing under the folds of her skirt, but I think it's safe to say that he's munching on her pussy like a starving man would eat a steak. The orgy going on in the tavern is mesmerizing. This is like nothing I've ever seen in the elven world. Our gods would frown heavily on such lewd and reckless behavior. But the humans worshipped other gods; wild, primal gods that see mankind no differently than the beasts in the woods. My kind would consider such a notion insulting, but the humans see it as a code to live by. To them curiosities are to be indulged, urges are to be satisfied, and shame is for the weak. At least, that's what Ferris always tells me. Hearing his tales of the elven world always make me swoon. The thought of having my fantasies without feeling embarrassed by them is foreign enough, but to act on them? It all seemed unfathomable until this moment. I'm drawn again to the first couple at the table. She's taken her mouth off his cock, but continues to work her hand up and down the length of it while smiling playfully at him. The purple head of his member glistens with a thin layer of saliva. As she works his dick like a butterchurn, another man approaches from behind her. His hands wraps around her waist and rub around her ass, giving it a little squeeze. She smiles again as she lifts her rear into the air. The man behind her tugs up at her dress, exposing her ass. The man sitting in front of her stands, bringing his cock back towards her mouth and thrusting it between her lips. At the same time, the man behind her pulls out his member and slowly slides it into her waiting vagina. Even from the other side of the glass, I can sense the indescribable ecstasy she's experiencing. She never even looked at the man behind her, but still presented her sex to him to have his way with. I don't think she knows who it is that's fucking her. I don't think she cares. My body is on fire now. I can feel my chest heaving with heavy breaths as I feverishly rub at my clit. It's all so intoxicating, so amazing. I can't stand it anymore. I have to be a part of it. Somehow, I find the strength to stand. I think my carnal desires have taken control of my body, because I move towards the door without any conscious effort. It's like I'm floating, a formless cloud of primal desire gliding towards the door. My fingers find the cast iron latch and unhook it. The door creaks open loudly, causing the festivities to come to a stop. The music ceases and all eyes fall upon me. Ferris has been passionately kissing a dark skinned beauty at the bar, but he pulls away as a look of shock covers his face. "Princess Zahanna," he says in bewilderment. "Is that you?" I don't answer him. All I can do is stand there. My feet and legs are caked in mud. My nightgown is filthy. My silver hair looks like an old birds nest, and I'm hornier than I've ever been in my entire life. The room is silent, making my deep breaths deafeningly loud. He moves across the room to me, looking at me as if he's seeing a ghost. Whenever he'd tell me the tales of this place, of this gathering, I'd always tell him I was going to come. He'd laugh, obviously taking my promise as a playful joke. Elves never came to visit the humans, and especially not for an event such as this. Ours was the ruling class, kept aloft in our castles and vast estates where hard work was done by those you'd bought. Humans were the working class, the lesser species. They were good for tilling the fields and constructing the buildings. They knew nothing of art, of fine music, of dance. Why should they ever expect to see one of my kind in a place like this. "By the gods," he says with a laugh. "You actually came. I can't believe you're here. Did anyone see you? Are you in trouble?" "I...don't care," I answer. There's barely anything to my voice but air. "I don't care." He puts his hand on my back and motions me to the bar. "Let's get you cleaned up. I'll have them fetch you something to drink and..." "I didn't come here for that," I say softly. He stops and looks at me. The man towers a full foot and a half over my head. I could stand beside myself and still not be as wide as he is. Close to him now I can smell the sweat on his skin and it's making me even crazier. I've smelled it before. When his cart brings food and goods to the castle each week, he always carries the odors of a hard day's work. His scent has always intoxicated me, but smelling it now in this den of carnal pleasures with my loins aching to be satisfied is more than I can bear. "Please, I insist. Let me fetch you some water." I'm annoyed, but I can't blame him. Ferris has been trained his whole life to look upon one my kind as his superior, his better. He knows why I'm here. I've told him I wanted to experience this for myself. He just can't seem to cast his upbringing aside. I guess I'll have to help him. My body spins toward him and I grab his forearms. My fingers won't even wrap around them they're so large. His skin is moist with sweat and hot to the touch. I want him, more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. My head tilts back and I gaze into his eyes. "You know why I'm here. You know what I want." "I know what you've told me," Ferris says sheepishly. "I just can't believe that..." "I didn't walk three miles through the mud and the cold to get treated like a delicate princess," I say boldly. My hands slide across his chest and grasp the fabric of his shirt. "Now stop treating me like a lady and fuck me like a bar wench!" I see a flare behind his eyes like I've never seen before. That's all he needed: that permission, that absolute declaration that our desires were one in the same and he was free to act on them. Faster than can blink he grabs me by the waist and lifts me off the ground. Gods, I must weigh nothing to him. He pulls me towards him, pressing his lips against my own and forcing his tongue into my mouth. The hair on his face rubs harshly against my delicate skin. The bodies of elven men have no hair. They are fair, androgynous creatures; nothing like the wild beast holding my high above the floor. I grab the sides of his head and rake my fingers through his hair. My body is on fire, but I've never felt more alive. Tonight I get to fulfill my fantasy. Tonight I will have the human of my dreams. Wilder Gods Ch. 02 I've always known Ferris to be a kind and gentle man. He and his workers have been coming to the castle for years. One morning a week since I was young, a pair of horses would bring his cart rolling past the castle gates of Elynarrah. Many times I would awaken to the squeaking of the wooden wheels as they rolled off the dirt road beyond the wall and onto the smooth, stone surface of our courtyard. My window faced south, and with my room high in the tower, I could see beyond the wall to the road which led to Bellehan. On dry, hot days, a trail of dust would be visible from my perch before they were. It gave me enough time to get ready. I'd rush to get dressed and clean myself before their arrival. I'd tame my wild, silver hair from the ravishing my pillow gave it each night, being sure part it so it perfectly framed my thin, pale face. This was the only time I ever got to see humans. None were allowed on the grounds unless they were conducting business, and even then they weren't allowed inside castle. I still remember the first time I saw him. It was two years ago during the summer. A strong storm had just passed when they approached the gate. Back then I always watched from my window. Humans intrigued me, but I was too afraid to meet with one face to face. I'd look on as the guards and servants unloaded the cart, inspected the wares, and bartered over the price. From so high up, the only thing I ever saw were the tops of their heads. Until there were elves standing with them, it was hard to tell them apart from my own kind. Of course, once they were standing side by side, their differences were unmissable. It always amazed me how the elven guards could look up at the humans and still somehow be looking down on them. Mother and father taught me from a young age that humans still worshipped the wild gods. They were savages and brutes, neither interested in or capable of understanding the rich culture of the elves. I always knew I was supposed to look at their world with disdain and disgust, and I certainly kept up appearances for my parent, but I never saw the humans the way everyone else did. The old gods they worshipped used to be our own centuries ago. The tales told of ancient elves who lived amongst the trees and lived off the land. They lived side by side with the humans, hunting together, building together, worshipping together. Fucking together. Time had seen our two races grow in vastly different directions. We elves moved to the plains, erecting bigger and bigger buildings and eventually castles that touched the sky. Our skills changed from hunting and gathering to business and bureaucracy. Our gods changed to ones that championed art and elegance. Manners and propriety became the law of the elven world, but the humans continued as they always had. Trade is all that bridges the chasm dug between our cultures now. I'm sure Ferris had likely been on the caravan many times before I finally noticed him. Way down there, he was just another human, another faceless mop of hair running around my courtyard like an ant scurrying about the hill with the rest of its colony. All he did to make me notice him was look up. In all the years of spying on humans from my room, not once had any of them lifted their head to gaze at the stone spires towering over their heads. When he looked up, our eyes met. Thank the gods I wasn't leaning far out the window because the shock made me lose my balance. I retreated back into my room, eyes wide and heart aflutter. He'd looked at me. A human dared to gaze into my eyes as I watched him from on high. I didn't know what to do next. A part of me was too scared to ever take up this observational adventure again, yet I found them too fascinating to consider such a thing. Cautiously I crept back to the window, tiptoeing through my room as though he could possibly hear my footsteps. I peered over the ledge again, looking out like a frightened rabbit hiding in the brush. I saw him again and froze. He was still looking up. The sunlight lit his face and the wind played with his messy hair. Time stood still as we stared at each other. I can only imagine what unflattering expression my face must have held. My arms were wrapped around my chest, hands clutching my shoulders. As I watched him in fearful amazement, he simply smiled and waved. By the gods, did he not know who I was? Did he not realize what he was doing? I was the princess of Elynarrah. Even an elf of high station was to bow humbly in my presence, not wave at me as though I were a commoner. Still, as perplexing as his greeting was, my response was even stranger. Unable to formulate the correct, proper reaction to such a brash action, I did what, for some reason, came naturally. I smiled, lifted my hand, and waved back. That was my first interaction with Ferris. We exchanged no words. I wasn't even close enough to discern the color of his eyes. Still, that moment showed me that he could be kind. That he could be loving. Now, I'm learning all the amazing feelings he can draw from my quivering body. Ferri's powerful hands are still wrapped around my waist. My feet are dangling in the air, though I've felt like I'm floating even before he picked me up. Unlike that first meeting, I'm quite close to him now. I can see his eyes, his bright green eyes, and the burning desire the hold. He wants to take me, to ravage my body without pause or hesitation, and I've given him permission. My head spins as he moves swiftly across the room. The other humans in the tavern fly past my eyes, but I can see the look of shock on their faces. I feel a thud as my back slams against the wall. The head of a bear is to my right. Ferris lifts his arms, sliding me up the wall effortlessly. Following his lead, I lift my legs and rest them on his shoulders. My mind recalls the portly woman with the man's face buried in her loins and I pray that's where this is going. With my legs on his arms and my back against the wall, Ferris frees his hands to lift the front of my nightgown. Now he's staring at my pussy hungrily, watching as my juices drip off the lips of my delicate, elven flower. He wastes no time, burying his scruffy face into my sex and pushing his wide tongue deep into my folds. I make a sound I never thought possible. My head falls back against the wall as my hands grasp the back of his head. Ferris's tongue continues to explore my pussy, filling me with his hot breath. The hair on his upper lip scratches against my clitoris, making my legs twitch wildly. My hips move uncontrollably. It takes me a moment to realize I'm rubbing my pussy against his face as he eats me out. My vision is a little blurry, but I can still see the other humans in the bar as they gaze at the spectacle before them. They're watching me. A room full of humans is watching as this brute of a man devours my pussy. I should feel ashamed. I should feel embarrassed. Why is it making me even hotter? Ferris works my lower lips until my extasy spills over the edge. For the first time in my life, another person brings me to climax. It's better than I've ever dreamed, and cumming in front of an audience makes it strangely better. My body convulses out of control and I scream in pleasure, a sound answered by rowdy cheers from the humans around. He stops and looks up into my eyes. His beard is wet with my juices. I'm looking down at him, just like old times. It isn't an ivory tower of stone holding my up anymore, but his powerful arm. My chest heaves as I gasp for breath. I've never experienced such pleasure in my life. "Can an elven man eat you like that?" he asks with a coy smile. "An elven man wouldn't dare try," I respond between gasps. Jolts of pleasure are still firing through my body, making me jerk and shutter as I sit atop his mountainous shoulders. I lean forward and press my lips to his, tasting myself on him. "Now, how might an elf satisfy a big creature such as yourself. Ferris drops his shoulders. I fall for a moment, but he catches me and lowers me gently. The rest of the bar has gone back to their orgy, though many continue to watch us as they fuck. I'm certainly not a spectacle they were expecting. My eyes barely come up to Ferris's chest, but I still hold my head back to meet his gaze. My fingers playfully trace his leather belt, stepping along his waistline like a graceful dancer. "I've heard so many rumors about human cock. I've heard they're big enough to split a poor girl in two." He smiles as I tug on his belt, releasing the buckle and letting the two ends fall away from each other. The front of his pants sags, exposing the hair over his crotch. His member quickly becomes too big to be contained, and the sight of his bulge makes me quiver with anticipation. "Let's see if it's true." With my eyes up I drop to my knees. I was wondering what it was like to take a man's cock into my mouth, and now I'll get to find out. His hand rests on my head, gently stroking my silver locks. His cock moves against the fabric of his trousers, yearning to be freed. I lick my lips and reach up to grasp the waist of his pants. My fingers are trembling, hands hot from the blood pumping through my body. I lean in closer as the base of his cock comes into view. As more of his shaft is exposed, my eyes grow wide. Is there an end to this thing? When his pants finally reach the tip, his rock-hard erection springs to life. It pops up like a jumping cricket, striking my on the cheek. I gasp as I behold the monster staring back at me. I was exaggerating before, but now I think there's more truth than story to the tales I've heard. At nearly nine inches, it's as long as my hand and wrist together. What have I gotten myself into? I know I wanted something bigger than an elven dick, but this thing will tear me apart. Human women must have cunts like caves to house such a creature! "You look unsure," he says warmly. His hands leave my head and reach to retrieve his trousers. He's so sweet, ever the caring soul even when his throbbing member demands to be satisfied. Perhaps he's right. There's only so much a girl can take, and I've already had quite a night. Certainly there are limits that separate fantasy from reality, and somethings just aren't meant to be. He puts his hand on his cock, preparing to shove the beast back into its cage. My sensible side is relieved. But that's not the side of me that snuck out of the castle in the middle of the night. That's not the side of me that trekked through miles of mud. That's not the side of me that managed to walk into this den of wild passion. That's not the part of me kneeling before the most magnificent dick I've ever seen. My right hand rises like a striking snake. I snatch his weapon before he can sheath it once again. It's warm and smooth in my hand, throbbing with eagerness as my pussy had been. "I'm not unsure," I say in a low voice. I steal one last look up into his eyes, his sparkling green eyes like the forest in summer. I smile at him devilishly. "I'm hungry." With my mouth agape I move towards his cock. His sex has a dark, musky smell that ensnares me. My tongue lands upon the base of his shaft and slowly travels towards the head. The taste is better than I imagined, and it only makes me hungrier. His hands land atop my head, fingers clutching my hair forcefully. He moans low as his cock twitches against my nose. I lick again, more forcefully this time, pressing my wet tongue against the back of his dick. He shutters, hands trembling on top of my head. My lustful appetite is joined by a strange sense of power. This giant among the gods' creatures moves with my actions like a puppet. His reactions fuel my desire to satisfy him. My tongue continues to explore his massive cock while the fingers of my right hand wrapped lovingly around the base. I can barely touch my fingertips together. Pulling my mouth away, I stroke his cock as I saw the woman do earlier. I've no frame of reference for this other than what I've already seen tonight. Nothing like this would ever be done in the elven world. If anyone back home ever discovered I'd serviced a man's cock with my tongue they'd think me insane. Still, I'm not done yet. My hand brings his dick into position as my mouth opens wide. With a deep breath, I take the head of his member past my lips and teeth. My jaw strains to hold him, and it only widens more as I take him deeper into the chasm of my mouth. The head of his cock reaches my throat, and there's still enough left exposed to wrap my hands around. I consider giving up, but then I hear that moan again. He's enjoying it, enjoying my mouth wrapped around his cock. His fingers rub gently through my hair. Mimicking the woman I saw earlier, I move my head back and forth. His massive member slides in and out of my mouth. My tongue runs along the back of his cock and it seems to be driving him wild. The more he moans, the hotter I get. I never imagined servicing a man with my mouth could be so satisfying for myself. Gaining confidence, I work faster. My lips move over his dick with more speed. I suck and lick wildly, all the while pumping at the base with my hands. His legs are quivering now. I can feel his balls tightening beneath my hands. The faster I work his cock, the faster his breaths get. The pitch of his moaning increases and I feel his dick widen in my mouth. Without warning, Ferris begins to convulse wildly. His hands grip my hair tightly, pushing his cock farther down my throat. My eyes widen when I feel something warm and wet gush from his member with amazing force. More comes flowing into my mouth. I try to pull away, but his hips thrust his cock back into my mouth. I've brought him past his limit and awakened the animal within. I'm powerless to stop him as he wildly fucks my face, spilling his seed down my throat. When he finally stops, his hands release my hair. His cock slides out of my mouth, a trail of saliva still connecting it to my lips. I fall back on my ass, coughing and gagging. Cum streams from the corners of my mouth. As my wide eyes stare at his cock, it convulses one more time. A final shot of cum fires from his member, streaking across my nose and cheek. He looks down at me, his face a twisted display of panic and shock. I'm on the floor, breathing heavily. His cum covers my face and oozes from my lips. "By the gods, please forgive me!" he says desperately. "I never meant to do that to you." I should feel violated. I'm down on the floor, face covered in thick semen and gasping for breath, all while a room full of drunk, horny humans watch on. Yet, all I feel is alive. I set out tonight looking for an adventure, for something beyond the limits of my insatiable imagination. My goals have been met, yet my body wants more. It must have more. I wipe the cum from my face and rise to my feet. I lift my head, letting him see my throat bulge as I swallow the last gulp of his seed. His expression is priceless. This is not the little elven princess he's known for years. Well, it is, but he's never seen this side of me before. I've never let this side of me out before. "I hope that's not all you have," I say with a coy smile. "Because I still want more."