The blonde apparition drifted through the forest on silent feet toward the abandoned woodcutters’ shed. His green and brown clothing and even his luminous hair blended perfectly with the sunlight dappled wood such that his passing scarcely woke the birds whose new spring nests he passed on his way. A wood elf is almost invisible in his element even when moving at full speed. The brief creak of the old wooden door opening and closing were the only hint that he had come at all.

“Are you here, dark one?” he whispered to the apparently empty room.

“Wouldn’t you love to know?” was the sardonic reply and a figure dropped lightly down from concealment in the ceiling beams to land behind the wood elf.

The new figure whisked a wickedly toothed dagger from its blackout sheath, reached an arm around, and pressed the blade against the wood elf’s windpipe. The would-be victim froze instantly.

“I will destroy you,” continued the dark one’s voice.

“But not today,” replied the wood elf and, quick as thought, he grabbed his attacker’s forearm, pulled the blade away from his throat, took a step back throwing his hips into the dark one’s midsection, and deftly threw him over his shoulder to land hard on the dirt floor.

Maintaining his grip on the attacker’s forearm, the wood elf dropped to the floor on his back with one leg each over the dark one’s throat and chest and began to bend the knife wielding arm’s elbow the wrong way over his thigh.

The dark one quickly recovered from having the wind knocked out of him from his hard landing, kicked his legs hard off the floor to flip himself backward over his own head, and landed in a crouch to release the pressure on his elbow. This also flipped over the wood elf to be facedown in the dirt with the knife under him. The dark one then drove with his tucked legs to bowl the wood elf over and land seated on top of his chest with the knife once again against his throat.

He leaned in close, revealing his long midnight locks and pale smirking beauty. The feeling of power made the dark elf’s eyes glitter in the dim light.

“I have you, little mouse,” he purred.

“Is that so, pussycat?” replied the supine wood elf and once again pulled the forearm and blade away from his throat, this time subsequently digging his own elbow into the dark elf’s inner thigh – more accurately, into the nerve bundle in the middle of the dark elf’s inner thigh.

“Shhhaaaahhhh,” hissed the dark elf in his pain and teetered off as his adversary twisted, locked his hip against the offended thigh, and reversed their positions.

“No one has anyone,” the wood elf reminded his dark reflection. “We are both here by perilous choice.”

Then he leaned down and with the sensuous slowness inherent to the immortals they were, pressed his lips in a sultry kiss upon the dark elf’s mouth. The dark elf responded passionately, and their tongues dueled for many minutes before want of breath broke the oral embrace.

“Oh, but I still hate to lose,” drawled the dark elf and twitched the dagger in a blur of movement to leave a deep scratch under the wood elf’s eye. The incision was so fast that it took several moments for the wood elf to register the injury and for the first drops of blood to fall onto the dark elf’s tongue.

The wood elf made a slight flicker with his own hands and the toothed dagger sailed across the room to thud into the door. He laughed a short musical laugh in spite of his wound and leaned back down to rejoin the kiss.

“You have not yet begun to lose,” he answered after a moment and began to untie the dark elf’s clothing.

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“Was that really necessary?” the wood elf asked several minutes later as he dabbed the last of the blood from his face.

The two reclined naked on a camp bed they kept in the shed for their occasional rendezvous. Their weapons were at the ready within arms’ reach, but their demeanors were relaxed and they passed a bottle of wine between them.

“As necessary as breathing,” the dark elf responded. “Let me remind you… Why do you still come to me despite the danger, little mouse?”

“Because you are the only living elf I know. My kin are all numb with the cynical inertia that comes with immortality. Everything is a pale reflection of the way things used to be in ages past, yet so significant that it must be watched with the utmost care and condescension. Feh! They are the somnambulistic dead. They feel nothing, pussycat… nothing. They have no passion left to spend on living. You, wicked one, are alive at least. You still feel… and you help me feel again.”

“And a little scratch – and a little sharp pain – and a little blood on the tongue will you carry to remind you,” the dark elf purred. “I can make you feel that and so much more.”

“You do that, my love,” smiled the wood elf. “Why do you still come to me despite the danger?”

“Because you still have depth, little mouse.”

“Tight grip as well,” responded the wood elf with a raised eyebrow.

“I was answering seriously,” snapped the dark elf. “If you’re not interested in my answers, then you should cease asking questions.”

“My apologies, lover. Pray continue,” the wood elf acquiesced with genuine regret.

“That is the depth I speak of,” his companion continued. “My own kind, for all their passion, know only the elevation of the ego by the basest means possible – cruelty, excess, acquisitiveness, exploitation…You are not these things. You still feel for others… and you help me feel for someone else again. I have come to – to care about you – with – with more than my cockstem.”

“Aye, before we ever lay flesh to flesh, we met heart to heart. I knew I could find yours if I pursued it long enough,” the wood elf added.

“Pursued we would be if our two peoples knew of this.”

“Is it not worth it, pussycat?”

“It is today, little mouse,” the dark elf smiled, set aside the empty wine bottle, and gathered his blonde counterpart into his arms, “but what of tomorrow?”

“Today is today,” was the response, cut short by the resumption of deep kissing.

The two elves, sun and moon together in the dim shed, could have been twins from the neck down but for minor eccentricities -- a more angular hip here, slightly larger shoulders there, narrower fingers on these hands, firmer thighs over there. In most respects though, their common heritage was apparent.

They were both lean, pale, tightly muscled… their completely hairless bodies glowed smoothly as their caressing hands wandered over each other’s firm angles. One’s hand drifted down the other’s back to grasp him by the buttock and pull him close. Their erect cockstems rubbed together between their rippled bellies, and the softness of their scrotums played across each other’s thighs as their legs entwined.

They lay together kissing and murmuring until lips parted and one voice requested, “Take me in your mouth… please I need you.”

The request was met with assent and a reversal of body alignment. A slow trail of kisses swept dry by the long trailing hair wound its way across the other’s tiny hardened nipples, down to the sensitive undersides of the pectoral muscles tightened in gasping anticipation, across the ridges of the stomach to travel the length of the pulsing erection waiting below. Each tiny kiss elicited a groan and a twitch of the hips.

“Tell me,” said the lower voice – breathy, submissive. “Make me.”

“Suck me,” said the upper voice and guided the other’s face to his swollen cockstem.

“Mmmmm,” was the other’s reply as the tumescent flesh slipped past his lips, and he sucked greedily on the head.

Then relaxing to the feel of the shaft in his mouth, he moved his face inward and allowed the full length to slide smoothly inside so that the head bumped slightly against the back of his throat. His tongue cradled the rigid flesh in wet embrace and his lips tightened around the root. He felt the smooth looseness of the scrotum against his nose move as he gradually applied suction then pulled back up the shaft.

A moan drew out of the cock’s owner as the lips drew up the shaft. Firm suction again just around the head was accompanied by an artful stroke with the hand – down the wet shaft and back up to meet the lips. Again the mouth descended, sliding the slender member into its warmth to repeat the process.

Never was there any hurry. Never was there any urgency. Never was there any faltering in the perfection of oral technique. The submissive elf who administered the lips was in control, not the elf who received the ministrations. There was never any doubt.

In the short passing of minutes, the cock spasmed and its owner held his lover’s head still while firing two short bursts of semen into his throat with a great sigh of satisfaction.

“More,” he said and released his lover to swallow the seed and resume sucking his unflagged erection.

His hand moved from being twined in the long silky hair to trail his fingers down the back of the bobbing head, across the vulnerable neck, to trace down the spine. Chill bumps bloomed in the wake of his caress as his hand drifted through the cleft of the orally talented elf’s buttocks, whispered by the sensitive entrance there, and cupped the softness of his scrotum. The warm silky skin of his lover’s ball-sack contracted and relaxed in his hand as he gently rolled the contents in his palm. He loved the feeling of the skin where the origins of the sack met the crease next to his lover’s thigh. The transition of texture there from firm and tight to loose and soft stirred him, and he let loose with another two spurts of semen when his fingers stroked that spot on his lover.

“More,” he said again as he continued exploring with his hand.

Equally enthralling was the difference in texture from his lover’s silky scrotum to the glass-like hardness of the shaft of his cock. It pulsed in his hand as he wrapped his fingers around it, and he felt a momentary flicker of jealousy. His lover’s cock was slightly thicker than his own.

That flicker was soon eclipsed by shudders of anticipation as his lover moistened a finger and began to tease his anus while continuing to rhythmically suck him root to crown. He relaxed as the fingertip circled his opening and teased the sensitive ring with ticklish stimulation. At last the finger pressed gently against him and he yielded to let it slide inside. He gripped the cock in his hand and began to pump it slowly as the pressure in his ass quickly tipped him over the edge into a third moaning orgasm in his lover’s mouth. The cock in his hand swelled in response.

The elf below lifted his mouth away after swallowing and let the wet erection bump against his chin. His finger wormed deeper as he whispered, “I need to be inside you.”

The elf above squeezed the cock in his hand and replied with a sigh, “Come lover… come, be inside me.”

He rolled onto his side and pulled his knees up as the elf below lubricated his cock and lay down behind him. He felt the slick head of the cock nestling into the cleft of his ass and the warm slick hand reach around to grasp his own cock.

The hand in front squeezed as the cock behind pressed into the yielding ring of entry. The hand in front stroked as the cock behind popped past the muscular barrier and began to slide in. The hand in front pumped as the cock behind reached its depth and hips met firm buttocks to clinch the anal embrace.

“You are fucked, my love,” the elf behind breathed into his lover’s ear and began to slowly thrust in and out of his ass. “Oh my beautiful man, we are both well and truly fucked.”

“Shhh… my love. Today is today.”

The elf in front shuddered at the intensity of the feeling of his kinsman against and inside his body. He could feel the muscular chest pressed against his back as he was hugged against his lover by the arm reached around him to stroke his cock. He appreciated the invading cock’s extra thickness now as it stretched his rear passage and grunted encouragement as his sodomist’s hips pressed against the firmness of ass.

The elf behind picked up the pace and depth of his thrusts. The heat and grasp of his lover’s passage was bringing him to the edge, and feeling the cock in his hand pulse in time with his own thrusts caused him to press fully into the other elf’s beautiful body and unload stream after deep stream into him.

A moment’s rest and he resumed stroking in and out as his lover reached back and gripped him by his own backside, pulling him tighter, faster, deeper, more, again, again…

“Only you,” panted one of the elves. “Only you can make me feel this way. Only you set flame to my heart and body. Only you, my love.”

The declaration was enough to set them both off. The elf behind cried out, spurting another volume up his lover’s ass even as the elf in front moaned aloud and climaxed again in his kinsman’s hand. They lay together quaking and embracing for many minutes, before disengaging and turning to face one another to kiss for many minutes more.

“You know if we are ever discovered, I will have to kill you?” said one, breaking a kiss.

“Of course,” said the other before rejoining the kiss, “but not today.”

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THE END

Copyright � Mountain Rider 2007

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