For the Love of Elves (World Walker Book 1)

by Shawn Keys

  She wore nothing else except moonlight.

  It suited her.

  Ajax didn’t fight the impulse to scour her whole body with his eyes. Her breasts were lush, large and firm. The aereole stood out prominently, already hard with anticipation. Ajax had wondered at her deep blue lips before, wondering if they were painted with color. Now, he saw that her intimate flesh matched; both her nipples and the soft folds of her sex visible between her thighs stood out boldly from her pale flesh with a dark sapphire hue. She was still slim in the manner of elves, yet her hips swelled with a little more prominence which then curved into the shapely lengths of her legs.

  Wrapped in white-silver light that made the sparkles in her hair dance, she chose to reignite an old flame before starting a new one. Her bright eyes fell to her mistress. “Do I still inspire you, My Lady?”

  Helpless before her flirtation, Callistia let out a fluttering laugh. Much of her tension flew with it. “Oh, my sweet maid. How could you not?” She floated forward into the moon elf’s arms. Their arms unfurled and they merged into each other. Their lips met tenderly, then with added passion.

  Ajax had the deep suspicion he had been momentarily forgotten. A wry smile crept to his lips, and he found that he didn’t mind. He didn’t know why the rest of the elfish court would judge these two so harshly, for their loving embrace was the most glorious addition possible to the ocean-scape behind them. Who couldn’t appreciate this?

  As they kissed, Helleanna had not forgotten her purpose. Her nimble hands plucked at the delicate pins that held the princess’s dress closed, then drew open the final sash. Her naked body slipped inside Callistia’s now opened dress. Her arms glided along her lady’s golden skin, caressing and urging the silk dress off until it spilled down to join her cotton one.

  Ajax was seeing Callistia from behind, and noticed that her back was bare. Her perfectly sized breasts were perfect for Helleanna to cup in her palm, and small but pert enough to stand without support when lounging around court. He could also see the princess’s small clothes clinging to the taut, firm flesh of her behind. They were crafted of elaborate white lace and sculpted to hug her hips, then dive between the cheeks of her buttocks, leaving much of her skin exposed.

  Moving with deliberate yet intense passion, Helleanna sank down toward her knees, kissing as she went. Her mouth captured Callistia’s nipples long enough to make the princess shiver in the castle air, then purred as Helleanna went lower. She kissed down over the princess’s flat stomach. Her fingers carried the panties down, stripping them away down her mistress’s legs until they were discarded. Ajax couldn’t see, but from the sound of Callistia’s wanton gasp, the moon elf’s kisses did not stop until she had licked along the sun elf’s slit.

  Pulling back, Helleanna beckoned the sun elf to follow, then stepped carefully into the hot bath. “Cleanse yourself, My Lady.” The sun elf sank into the steaming water, letting it boil away her miseries and concerns. Helleanna raised her focus to the Errant. “Join us when you’re ready.” Her hand closed on a wedge of soap.

  Callistia smiled up at her. “You’ve done enough to inspire him, I think. Perhaps it is my turn.” She turned in place and stood within the water. Putting her back to her maid, she pushed her long blonde tresses over her shoulder. Standing exposed now in the light, Ajax was treated to the flawless lines of her naked body. What he imagined beneath the robes fell far short of the reality. Water dripped from the tips of her breasts and clung in beads all along her sun-kissed skin. “Wash me, my maid.”

  “With pleasure, My Lady.” Helleanna’s arms curled around her from behind. Whipping lather from the soap, she spread the foam over her mistress’s creamy skin. Legs, arms, tummy and sides were all tended. Her breasts became soapy mounds that Ajax yearned to explore. Helleanna’s touch became naughty, gliding between the princess’s thighs and massaging her intimate flesh.

  Then, her touch went from naughty to wicked. The maid lathered soap onto the tight shape of Callistia’s behind, then dipped between. The princess’s eyes widened, her mouth formed an expressive ‘o’ and she shivered out a stunned gasp as Helleanna worked fingers around the tight pucker of her anal rose. With one hand, Helleanna stroked her sex while the other cleansed her mistress’s behind, igniting all the sizzling little nerve endings that the princess had never tended with such sexual purpose.

  Ajax couldn’t stand it any longer.

  He clawed open his shirt, ripping it a little in the process. Fasteners popped and were lost in the corners of the room, but he didn’t care. Tugging open his trousers came next, though he left his small-clothes on. His tree-trunk legs flexed with power as he stepped to the side of the bath, his obvious arousal covered but not hidden by a meagre flap.

  Ajax took one stride over the edge. Bold, almost aggressive as he surged into the water.

  The elfish women followed the ripple of his powerful legs and interplay of his warrior muscles. Ajax had no doubt elfish males had their own allure, but the simple act of stepping over the marble slabs was a statement. No elf had legs that long. He filled the one end of the bath like a massive galleon swamping a tiny harbor. Helleanna’s hands stroked with added vigor, and Callistia clutched at the sides of the bath to steady her shaking knees.

  He hadn’t been lying about having miles of road caking his body. Part of the bath’s magic was a swirling current that sucked away soiled water and replaced it with new. He could feel the current below the surface. Any fear of turning the water into a vile soup vanished. Ajax sank into the steamy water and groaned as the glorious heat penetrated his muscles. He continued down until everything but his head was submerged, then canted his head back to dip his thick, black braids in.

  He counted out a long ten-count for a proper soak, then pushed off the bottom and stood. Water sluiced off the ridges of his muscles. He shook out his hair so it hung in a wet pleat down his back. Then, refreshed, he opened his eyes.

  Both of the elfish women were enraptured with him. His hulking power was utterly different from everything they had experienced with their elfish lovers. He weighed more than both of them combined, and he loomed above them like an elemental force of lust come alive.

  Once sure he had both of them fixated, Ajax allowed himself a proud smile. Then, he reached down and tore away the drenched undergarments. The depth of the water ended mid-thigh for him, which meant his equally proud cock stood out shamelessly above the surface. Bulging. Throbbing. Needing.

  As one, the women whispered soft, “By the sweet –”

  Callistia finished, “– sun.”

  Helleanna simultaneously cursed with her own heritage, “– moon.”

  Ajax took a step forward, churning the bath’s surface.

  Callistia actually whimpered, trembling in the hands of her maid.

  Ajax heard a blend of anticipation and fear in that sound.

  Which made him pause. He remembered what Helleanna had said; a part of Callistia’s sun elf’s heritage might want the tang of fear and thrill that a rough cock held. But there was a line between being handled well by a known lover and being taken by someone you didn’t trust.

  Until he was sure what she was ready to give herself into his trusted care, he wouldn’t… couldn’t… become the ruffian in her dark sexual fantasy.

  That didn’t mean he couldn’t sweep her off her feet.

  Ajax crashed through the water a little closer, then sank his torso under the surface. His massive arms dove between the princess’s legs, scooping her into his unyielding embrace. She was a feather next to his strength, especially with the aid of the water. Helleanna’s touch gave way as he surged Callistia upward and seated her on the wide marble slabs of the bath’s edge. His hooked arms bore her legs up and to the side, laying her core bear to his hungry eyes.

  There was no subtlety in his embrace. He was the powerful wolf, and she the female he intended to claim. His mouth devoured her in a fierce rush. His tongue plunged deep into her folds wet from far more than bathwat
er. Unleashing a small snarl, his teeth captured her pleasure nub and bit hard enough to make her scream from the mingled pleasure and pain without doing any lasting harm. The anticipation had primed Callistia well, and his intense assault on her senses fired her whole core into a volcanic orgasm. Hot cum flooded his tongue and Ajax gloried in the sun-dappled taste.

  Parting from her sex, he crawled up between her legs and captured her mouth with his. Their kiss was ferocious, his hunger merging with the lingering heat of her climax-fueled desire. Ajax ended the kiss with building authority, looming above her as the dangerous lover he was. “Do you want this?”

  Callistia managed a strangled mewl of helpless need.

  Ajax let loose another primal growl, letting her feel the vibration of it through their connected bodies. His throbbing cock was laying against her sex, grinding a hot line up and down in the sweetest of savage torments. “Do… you… want… this?”

  “May the sun save me… yes!” she yelled as reason and discipline slipped away.

  He crushed his lips to hers one last time, then withdrew. His hands took a strong hold of her and lifted her off the bath’s edge. She gasped as he moved her with such effortless control, trembling in nervous anticipation as he turned her in place and bent her over the marble slab. The taut flesh of her behind was presented for his approval and begged for attention.

  Ajax saw Helleanna perched nearby. Her lips were wet from licking them, and her hands were fondling her own breasts and slit as she watched her mistress get handled by the Errant. The moon elf realized suddenly that she had become his focus, and she went dead still like a mouse under the eyes of a tiger.

  Ajax chuckled deeply, extended a hand and clenched hold of her night-black hair. “You’ve served her in the past?”

  Breathless, the maid gave a tiny nod.

  “Then serve her again. Make her ready.” He applied smooth power to his grip, not yanking… no, rather guiding the maid very deliberately downward, using her hair to press her against Callistia’s upturned ass.

  Helleanna squeezed her breasts into the back of Callistia’s thighs, and the maid’s arms curled around her legs. Stroking her hands inward, she passed tingling fingers in luscious caresses over her mistress’s clitoris. Her mouth was far more wicked, kissing over the tight swell of her ass cheeks so recently cleansed by her own soapy attention. Her tongue brushed over the crinkled flesh of her anal bud, making it moist and ready the tight entrance. Callistia moaned and rolled her hips, pressing back against the lavish touch sparking alive nerve-endings that she hadn’t even known existed for such pleasure.

  Ajax was treated to his own slice of the heavens. The two elfish women were cupped against each other, both bent over under the steam. Helleanna’s ass was a rounded beacon to his desire. His massive hands splayed out and grabbed large handfuls of her delicious pale-blue skin. Though her mouth was buried against the princess in naughty effort, the maid moaned her approval and pressed back into his grasping hands.

  Needing no more encouragement, Ajax nuzzled the plump tip of his shaft against the slick wetness of her sex. She was willing and eager, but Ajax went slow as he pierced forward. Her slender body was every bit as tight as Krizzilani’s, her elfish heritage not meant for a huge half-ogre cock to split her open.

  Or, Ajax thought with an erotically evil smile, being an elf makes her perfect for it!

  Her muffled cry of need seemed to suggest the latter. Wishing her no harm, Ajax penetrated her with a long, ponderous, yet unyielding thrust. She clung to her sun elf mistress in desperation, once biting the flesh of her ass to fend off the sweet, sweet agony as she was fucked open like never before.

  Buried as deeply inside her as their bodies would allow, Ajax leaned over and growled behind Helleanna’s ear. “Can you take it, moon elf?”

  Her mouth came away from Callistia’s moistened skin with a ragged draw of breath, and she cried, “Yes! Oh moon above, fuck me you monster!”

  She couldn’t know what he was, yet the inner ogre inside Ajax rumbled to eager life. Most elves would say it was bad enough she was letting a human ravish her from behind. But if they knew it was one of the dark-bloods penetrating her body and about to ‘defile’ her with his ‘brutish’ seed? He would be sentenced to death by any elfish lord who ever lived.

  None of that mattered as he heard her beg.

  Setting his feet on the slippery pebbled floor of the bath, Ajax began a series of deep, rocking thrusts. The water sloshed about them as he took his pleasure, rumbling deep chuckles as Helleanna mewled lustfully in response. He wasn’t touching the right places in her. He was touching all the places. His laughs became growls, and he shifted to harder, faster, harder, faster, harder, faster strokes until the moon elf keened through a howling climax.

  The ripple of her inner walls along his length nearly pulled him over the edge. He only held off the unearthly pleasure because he knew what was to follow. He still groaned in disappointment as Helleanna fell forward, separating from him, exhausted from being pinned between her mistress and the huge Errant.

  Helleanna lounged against the side of the bath and issued a throaty laugh. “Oh that was wonderful…” She curled her arm around Callistia’s nearest leg, her fingers questing upward until she was once more stroking her mistress’s clitoris. Her clever eyes dared him to do as he claimed he would.

  Callistia whimpered at the contact, her hips swaying gently in rhythm to Helleanna’s touch. The winking eye of her anal rose shone wet in the moonlight. A tiny point of darkness that seemed far, far too small for Ajax’s lurking, cum-drenched cock.

  Beckoned by the two of them together, Ajax ploughed forward through the water. Now standing behind the gold-tinted skin of the princess, he took hold of his phallus and wedged himself into the cleft of her firm behind. The connection with his throbbing cock sent the sun elf to panting. Her hands planted against the marble edge, bracing herself.

  Ajax rubbed hands into her flesh, then massaged a line down her spine. “Relax, treasure.” He didn’t know why he picked that pet name, only that it sounded like she was both beautiful and of value. Precious in every way. Rare. Desired. “You need to relax.”

  Callistia’s panting slowed, though grew deep with added desire. “Such a knight you are.”

  But she relaxed. At that precise moment, he leaned his soaked, engorged tip against the helpless, quivering ring of her ass. The grease of Helleanna’s juices let him penetrate deeply, slowly… consuming her. Her flesh was sinfully tight butter that melted around him.

  Callistia’s hands became claws on the edge. Her head drooped and her breath became a sibilant hiss. “Oh, by the elder gods, you’re stretching mm… mm… meee…” She lost her ability to speak. She devolved into guttural, primal sounds as she tried to survive until he pierced her completely.

  Helleanna murmured lushly as she watched Ajax mount her, “Do you have any idea how incredible you two look together?” The spirals of her fingers on Callistia’s clit grew more intense.

  Taking the moon elf’s praise as encouragement, Ajax drew out and plunged into Callistia with a single, demanding thrust.

  She whimpered. Her fingers whitened as they clenched down.

  Dragging himself outward against the tight grasp of her ass, he plunged in again. A second hard thrust.

  The sun elf sobbed with pain and need combined.

  With a vibrating growl, Ajax pounded into her with iron-hard shattering thrusts, showing no mercy for the first time.

  Callistia screamed and came apart around him. She spurted cream onto Helleanna’s feverishly circling fingers and shook uncontrollably around the cock spearing her darkness. The orgasm made her muscled tunnel undulate around Ajax’s shaft, milking him over the edge of his own slice of ecstasy. Thick, ropey cum erupted and painted her inner ass with his heat. The added slickness gave him the freedom to pump another three times into her core, prolonging the haze of dark pleasure for both of them until the fierce moment collapsed in on itself.

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nbsp; The water around them stilled, and they clung to each other under the moon light.

  Just… breathing.

  Chapter 5

  Ajax awoke wrapped in a moon elf impersonating a blanket. Helleanna murmured in her sleep, nuzzling against him a little closer. Her arms and legs were arrayed to touch every inch of her skin to his wherever possible. The end effect was her laying pretty much on top of him, with her dark hair scattered across his chest in a wave.

  He was well aware that as soon as he got up, he would be running for his life. He was lingering in a strange, fragile place where threats against him had not yet risen. The elfish lords were still toying with him, playing their game. They wanted to see him squirm, and until he appeared to give them the satisfaction, he had time.

  It went without saying that he had little reason to get up.

  So, he sank into the feathery mattress and gave himself the luxury of a few more minutes’ rest. The day was going to be long and deadly. Why not start it out in the best way possible? Let it get worse from here. If I get to sunset again without dying, it’ll be a victory.

  He considered the room around them. Amusingly, though meant for a mere body servant, it was still five times larger than any room at even an expensive inn catering to wealthy merchants. The mattress would satisfy most human lords, and was certainly more comfortable than anything he had regularly slept on. The décor was simple, befitting an elf whose identity was wrapped up in being Callistia’s servant. Helleanna was her own person, her own style, but this room was not her real home. He suspected she spent far more time in her mistress’s bed.

  Ajax would have preferred to remain in Callistia’s room with both of them. But after they had spent a couple hours cradling each other, drifting down from the surreal eroticism they had shared, Callistia had quietly asked him to save her the embarrassment of the other servants finding him in her chambers. She knew her brother would send servants early, hoping to catch them in an exposed moment. Deviant descriptions would be the juiciest gossip. Ajax honestly believed she wanted him to stay, and he wanted to be there to tend to her longer. But he had relented, and Helleanna had happily taken him down into her bed as her new favorite pillow.