ELFIN MAGIC
Adventures of the Randy Elfmaid
By
Warren Thomas
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PUBLISHED BY:
Rollicking Dragon Press
Copyright 2015 by Warren Thomas
Cover by Tony Tzanoukakis
This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
List of other books by Warren
About the Author
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Elfin Magic
(Adventures of the Randy Elfmaid)
"You be careful, Duvessa."
"Oh, Mom, where's your sense of adventure?" I said, sassily flipping my long braid back over my shoulder.
My mother, High Lady of the Emerald Forest, was not amused. You'd think after a thousand years of rule someone would've yanked that stick out of her butt. Instead, she fixed me with her legendary look of disapproval.
"If you can't take this mission seriously, young lady, then I'll find someone else," she said, blue eyes intent, judging. The way she flipped her long, brown hair back over her shoulder, mimicking my little sass, told me just how annoyed Mom was at that moment.
I might only be a hundred, but I've been around long enough to know when to shut up and behave. My mother might look like a tall, delicate elfin beauty, but she was hard as iron nails. Pulling my most sober and determined look about myself, I stood tall, looked her in the eye, and nodded.
"I'm sorry," I said. "You know me, pre-fight jitters make me tell dumb jokes, but I've double-checked everything. I've made this flight a dozen times. I'll be fine."
Mom relaxed, confident I was taking all precautions and would perform my duties in a manner befitting a princess of the Emerald Forest. Yeah, I had her fooled. Mom believed what she wanted to believe about me. If she knew the truth, I'd never be allowed to leave the house, much less travel between the Elfin Realms.
My direhawk let out a piercing cry, eager to take flight. A shiver raced up my body. I lived for these trips. Flying was thrilling, and the elfin boys in the Azure Mountains were tall, lean, and so much fun to play with.
And the trip there would be long and quite…interesting.
"Just remember — "
"I'm a grown woman. I command a squadron of direhawks in the army," I said. She frowned at me. Some women didn't know when to let go of their children. "I know what I'm doing. I've been flying alone between the Elfin Realms for decades."
"I know," she said. "You are definitely old enough to know better, but you're still young enough to do something foolish anyway."
I had to think about that one a moment.
"You make my head hurt sometimes," I said. "I have to go."
The giant saddlebird I was given to fly wasn't my preferred mount, but a courier bird bred for speed and endurance. This wasn't my first trip to the Azure Mountains. I've flown messages to all of the Elfin Realms, as had the sons and daughters of those nations' rulers. It was the elfin rulers' way of getting their children to know each other, and eventually pair off as ruling couples.
We were in the lower branches of a mighty elfin oak. That particular tree was being used as a direhawk aerie, so I could see dozens of the giant hawks perched on the thick branches. The branch I was standing on was five times thicker than my body, but with just the one bird on it. My mother stood on the deck off the Flight Commander's house. We were about a hundred feet above the ground.
The capital of the Emerald Forest had only a handful of structures on the ground, mostly to tend to the human traders who passed through. All of the elves lived in elaborate and brightly painted treehouses. The High Lady's residence was in the very middle of the city, in the tallest elfin oak. We were at the edge of the city.
Mom couldn't come out on the limb, since she was in full High Lady finery: flowing silk gown in numerous shades of green, exquisitely wrought silver and gold jewelry, and sky high stiletto heels. Yeah, we make sacrifices for fashion.
We looked enough alike to be confused for sisters, though my hair was black like my father's. Our bodies were athletic, but with some sweet curves. As elves, we were about twice as strong as a human, pound for pound.
I was dressed for flight: soft suede leather shirt and pants, with soft-soled lace up boots, and my long, black hair twisted in a thick braid down to my waist. There was a heavy coat and hood tied behind the direhawk's saddle, since it would get cold during the flight.
I walked out to the bird, ensuring my saddlebags were attached to the saddle. It was mostly clothes for daily wear at the Azure Court, though I had a small wardrobe of formal wear in each of the Elfin Realms since I visited so often. There were rations, too, but I'd pick up better food in human settlements along the way. My mother, of course, could never know I did that.
"By your leave," I said, bowing formally to my mother and sovereign ruler.
"You have my leave, Duvessa," Mom said. "Be careful. Watch out for goblins and orcs. Stay away from all human settlements."
I centered myself, and envisioned lifting up into the air and moving to the saddle. A second later, the warm tingle of magic flowed through my body, and I felt weightless. Slowly lifting off the thick limb, I floated up and over to the direhawk saddle. Spreading my legs, I gently settled into the leather saddle.
I slanted a look at my mother, who looked quite proud. I was barely a hundred, but my magic abilities were already beginning to manifest. Though I was cool outwardly, inside I felt tired and spent. It wasn't easy channeling power. I couldn't wait until I reached my full potential, which wasn't for another three or four hundred years.
"Good-bye, Mom, I mean, my Lady," I said, bowing my head slightly. "See you in a month!"
I put the silver circlet on, feeling the magic enter my mind, and then reached out to the direhawk. Our mental connection established, I commanded him to fly and head west. The mighty beast didn't hesitate. He let out a piercing screech, and leapt into the air, wings snapping loudly.
A thrill raced up my spine as we rose higher and higher, pressure building in my ears, and my lower belly tightening up. The best part of this visit to the Azure Mountains was the trip there. Humans were such wild, wicked beings. So much fun to play with.
To paraphrase my mother: I knew better, but I was going to visit human settlements anyway. Humans are just too much fun.
Within a few minutes I was hundreds of feet above the endless expanse of forest. Glancing back, I could see the capital's magically grown elfin oaks towering above the rest of the forest. Looking around, I could spot countless elfin towns and villages, their elfin oaks rising high above the forest. Looking across our realm gave me warm, fuzzy feelings inside.
Chapter 2
I smiled, biting my lip. The sun was setting in the west, painting the sky orange and pink. It was time to land and make camp. My bird needed to rest and digest the stag we caught hunting a little earlier. I let the direhawk eat it all. I had other plans for dinner.
"Elfin Oak, my first stop," I muttered, wagging my brows.
The human town of Elf Oak was named for the lone elfin oak it surrounded. The huge tree's canopy covered almost the entire town. I could see spots of light as the towns people lit lanterns. They even had some treehouse
s in the elfin oak, though they were rather crude constructs compared to elfin treehouses.
A patchwork of farms surrounded the town, making the elfin oak stand out even more. I've never been able to find out how they got an elfin oak. They were rare outside of the Elfin Realms. It would've taken an elf to grow it for them.
Spotting the clearing I always stop at, I mentally guided the direhawk down to a landing. I hobbled him, and then ran a long line to a tree so he couldn't fly off. I promised to never build a fire during my overnight camps, so men with evil intent wouldn't be drawn in. The Human Kingdoms were dangerous places.
I didn't bother making camp at all. Really, all I did was unsaddle and bind the bird to the site. Then it was time to have fun. I headed through the thick, virgin forest. Elves are creatures of the forest, so I moved quickly and effortlessly. I emerged from the forest before daylight fully faded into night.
As I approached the gate into the city, my insides got all warm and fuzzy. The gate guards were watching me. None of them looked worried. The gate was closed, but I was confident I could get inside. There were only two guards outside, when there was usually ten or more during the day. That would make it so much easier to get inside.
"Halt and declare yourself," one of the guards said.
"Hello, Tarl," I said, putting a little more oomph in my walk. I wagged my brows at the two men. I knew them both. Intimately. "Hello, Werner."
They were both average height, with thick, muscular bodies. They wore mail shirts and blue linen pants. Their conical helmets lay on the ground next to the wall, leaving their dark shoulder length hair uncovered. Both guards held a long spear and wore a sword.
I was unarmed, having left my bow with the saddle.
"Duvessa!" Tarl cried. "Long time no see, girl. Where have you been hiding?"
"In all the wrong places," I said, and we all laughed. I looked at the closed gate, and then at them. I gave them a sexy little lip bit. "What's a little elfmaid gotta do to get inside after sunset?" I feigned worry as I looked back towards the dark forest with huge eyes, "I'm afraid a bear will eat me."
"I know," Werner said. "I've never eaten an elfmaid who wasn't delicious."
My breath caught. I remembered last time I visited the town, and Werner crawled up between my legs and ate me out so well. Oh yeah.
Werner looked like he was ready to cream his shorts right there, and mine were already wet. Tarl's dark eyes narrowed, filling with lusty hunger. Werner licked his lips, his eyes raking my body over and over. Tarl made an opening motion with his hands.
Rolling my eyes, I sighed as if they were trying my patience, "Fine. Human men are all dogs."
I unlaced my suede shirt, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I watched the reaction of the men. More guards gathered atop the wooden palisades, watching with eager eyes. Taking my time, I slowly revealed my deep cleavage, and then my flat belly. Finally, wagging my brows, I pulled the shirt off and let them gaze upon my milky white breasts. I pulled the leather cord tying off my braid, and then shook it loose.
"Can we keep this strictly oral?" I said, fluffing my waist-length, glossy black mane. "I'd rather not take off my pants."
"I’m good with that," Tarl said, dropping his spear and pressing against me.
His big, sword-callused hand cupped my face, tilting it up as he looked at it with awe. My belly really tightened up, and warm wetness spread between my legs. His other hand cupped a boob as his lips claimed mine in a deep, demanding kiss. I pushed into that kiss, clutching desperately at him, feeling so vulnerable and needy.
"Mmm," I groaned, out lips sliding all around, tongues dancing deep in my mouth. "You are so big and strong." I reached down and grabbed his crotch, finding a stiff bulge. "And so…big."
Werner moved up close as Tarl's lips released mine and traveled down my neck to my tits. Both hands kneaded my sensitive boobs, as he sucked on a pebbled nipple. The other gate guard grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking my head back.
"Aaiiee," I cried softly. Werner's lips melted into mine, kissing me long and hard. "Mmmm."
My other hand found Werner's bulge, giving it a firm squeeze. His free hand moved between my legs, and started rubbing me through my pants. My back bowed, body tensing up. The most amazing sensations flowed through me. That man made my pussy sing.
"Your pants are awful wet and slick," Werner said, sounding rather smug.
"Maybe I should take them off," I said, voice low and husky. Tarl pushed down on my shoulders, making me kneel before him. My mouth watered, throat tightening up. I felt flushed, so hot, and my hands began to tremble as he quickly unlaced his pants. My hand thrust in, and promptly pulled his erection out. "Oh yes, so big and beautiful."
Tarl was a stout man, with a stout cock. I kissed the tip, then ran my tongue down the underside to his big, hairy balls. After kissing, licking, and nuzzling his balls, I noticed a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of his cock.
Looking up, I held his eyes with an intense gaze as I slowly plucked that glistening bead off with the tip of my tongue. Rolling my tongue round and round his thick, rubbery cock head, felt his body tensing. And then I went down on him.
"Mmmm," I groaned, loving how well he filled up my mouth. I bobbed my head a few times, and then cut my eyes toward Werner's crotch. His cock was out, with him stroking it. "Let me take care of that."
I moved to kneel between them, wrapping a hand around each cock and stroking them both to rock hardness. Kissing and licking Werner's cock, then giving him intense head for a moment, I began alternating between them. I sucked cock until he was at the brink, and then moved to the other man. Back and forth. Driving them crazy.
"Don't stop!" Werner cried, palming the back of my head to keep me from pulling off.
I giggled, taking him deeper. Sucking harder. Working my tongue. I sucked him off until he erupted in my mouth, bathing my tongue with his sweet seed.
"Mm, delicious," I purred, giving his cock head a last kiss before turning to Tarl. I opened wide and removed my hand, taking Tarl all the way in until my lips wrapped around the base of his fat cock. He gasped, clutching at my head, and rose up on his toes. I hummed, and sucked with enthusiasm, and made him come hard in my mouth. "Mmmmmmm."
I sat back on my legs, licking my lips as I grinned up at the two gate guards.
"So, was my toll fee acceptable?" I said. "May I pass into the town?"
"Open the gate!" Tarl called. "Let this randy little elfmaid in."
"Ha!" I cried, rising to my feet. I picked up my shirt and started putting it back on. "You call me randy, you naughty boys?"
"He calls you randy, I call you beautiful," Werner said, winking.
"That's why you're my favorite," I purred, tracing his strong jaw with a finger.
The gate slowly swung open. One brow rose, seeing parallel lines of grinning guards. I shook my head. My butt was already starting to tingle. I don't know why I was surprised, since they did this crap every time I visited.
"Oh my, do I have to run the spanky hand gauntlet again?"
"Always," Tarl said, chuckling. "Of course, if I was your favorite then you might be allowed to bypass it."
I gave him a curious look, and then glanced at the waiting gauntlet of horny men. I wagged my brows and started walking towards the twin lines.
"Sorry, Tarl, but naughty girls need spankings," I said.
I wiggled my butt as I walked between those twelve men, six on a side. As I passed hands rose up, and then swung down.
Thwack!
"Aaiiee!
Thwack!
"Oh!"
Thwack!
"Oooh."
Thwack! Thwack!
And so it went, all the way to the end. My butt was stinging like crazy by the time I passed through into the town. The guards laughed and joked, while I blew kisses back at them and continued to my favorite tavern.
The Wily Fox looked rowdier than normal. I heard the tavern before I turned the corner and spotted it.
It looked unique within that town of half-timbered buildings. Most homes were two stories, with grey-weathered wooden shingles. Many had stone walled ground floors, with the second floor timber and waddle. The Wily Fox was a log building of two levels, with a the owner's quarters on a third level at one end. It had a long porch out front, with drunken men sprawled haphazardly along its length.
Two local women were fighting out front, with a small crowd egging them on.
I shook my head woefully. Elfin women didn't make spectacles of themselves like that. We kicked each other's ass in private, away from the eyes of our men.
"Vessa!" one of my friends called. "Where you been hiding, girl?"
"Under prettier men than you, Rabb," I said. He laughed and handed me his mug. I sucked it down in one gulp. "Mmmm, I love beer."
We didn't drink been in the Elfin Realms. Elves drank wine, and finely distilled sipping whiskey. Beer was the drink of the rabble: Humans, goblins, orcs, and their ilk. Like casual sex with human men, beer was forbidden pleasure I loved way too much.
"Am I pretty enough to lay on top of you yet?" Rabb asked.
"If I'm buying, I'll need at least a dozen mugs," I said, winking. "If you're buying, may two or three."
Rabb laughed, sweeping me up in a big hug. My shirt was untied down to my belly button, so he took the opportunity to bury is face in my cleavage, and then rub it all over my boobs. I laughed and wrapped my legs around him, loving the feel of his beard scraping across my satiny smooth skin. Elfin men didn't grow facial hair. I found beards fascinating, and delightfully tickly.
As soon as my feet hit the ground, I threw my arms behind his neck, pulled him down, and kissed him. His hands were all over my tits and ass, getting me all riled up. Then he slipped me some tongue.
"Okay, just one more mug and you can have me," I said, giving his crotch a squeeze. He threw me over his shoulder and headed inside. "If you rent me a room, you can have me right now."
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