“Shhh!” Lorna said in case he screamed out and then she giggled.
Nurse Edna came up to him and whispered in his ear, “One more time before you go Tim. Let’s make this one special. What do you say?”
“Yes,” he whispered back and she arched her eyebrows in response. “I mean Yes, Nurse Edna.”
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 47
Calran
Princess Rinyia. Or, to give her her full title, Crown Princess Rinyia of the most Illustrious Moonlit Kingdom. A stupid title, but then, those snooty elves took it all very seriously.
I had never been more out of my league. As an elf, she was above me, at least in this kingdom, and on top of that, she was a princess. My kind was seen as good for nothing but manual labor, all of the nobility were Elven and so, of course, were the royalty. Elves held all of the best positions.
Oh, but the things I thought about doing to that little Princess. She was so small, so slight and slender and tiny, despite her immaculate manners and straight posture. On the surface of it, she was the perfect crown princess, but there was something about her eyes, which were a remarkable blue-green the color of the sea, which made me think she was wilder, more untamed, than she would have liked to let on.
What would she like? If she ever did give herself to me, would she be able to handle it the way I liked it, rough and forceful, and sometimes with just the slightest bit of pain? Would her pale skin pinken as I spanked her? Would she flush when I kissed her?
I could think about it all I wanted, but it would never happen. I barely had access to her at all, and even when I did see her while she was out walking or entertaining nobles or foreign dignitaries, she was surrounded by other people, and her guards, of course.
Oh, but to run my fingers through that long, wavy dark hair. To ball it up in my fists, to pull on it … would she gasp? Would she like it? In my fantasies, she certainly did, and nothing could make me throb with arousal more than thinking about what her noises of mingled pain and pleasure might sound like.
It was hopeless, it was stupid, and it would never, ever happen. Not in a thousand years. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and it was soon to the point where every time I closed my eyes, every time I let myself dream, every time I stopped focusing for even a second on my job, I would think of her and my cock would ache.
I even considered going back home, leaving the woodland realm and going back to my own home, back in the human lands. But I hadn’t been there since I was a child, and there was nothing for me there at all.
And that was just the way it was. For years, I had been working my way up the ladder, first nothing but a common gate guard, but in just a few short years I’d become the Captain of the Guard. Not the sort of honor most humans could aspire to, and I had really hit the top of what I could expect. Or so I thought, until the day the Orcs attacked and I saved the life of Rinyia’s younger brother.
He had insisted, foolish child, on leading a hunting party. Predictably, since he completely lacked experience, we walked right into a trap. It gave me some grim satisfaction to know that, if not for the lowly human guard with him, the young princling surely would have lost his life.
There was a big, fancy banquet in my honor, which was almost never done. Even so, I couldn’t help but notice a lot of the nobility didn’t look all that happy to be there. Neither, it had to be said, did the princess, and the ungrateful little prince actually glowered at me as though I’d insulted him greatly by daring to save him.
Like I’ve mentioned before, humans aren’t generally considered by most elves to be fully sentient. Many of them see us as they would a dog or a horse, useful, but not their equal. To actually have to celebrate the achievements of one, that had to stick in their craw pretty badly.
Still, they were there, and they saw as the queen called me forward, her prince consort by her side. The elves, unlike the humans, were not only matrilineal but also matriarchal, which some humans felt was strange. I had been living in this kingdom so long, though, it just seemed normal to me.
“We all owe you a great debt of gratitude,” the queen said, her sweet, lyrical soprano voice getting the attention of everyone in the room, elf or human. She had a way about her, and she was every bit as beautiful as her daughter, but I knew which one I preferred. The queen just knew too much. Rinyia, despite all of her poise, still had an aura of innocence to her which I found compelling. To say the very least.
I couldn’t help but smile. I was about to become a very rich man, simply because me and, more importantly, my axe, had been at the right place at the right time. What would it be? Gold? Jewels? The right to have property? Or maybe even my citizenship? It was very rare for a human to be granted that, but it did happen, from time to time.
Even so I knew it was an awful lot to hope for. And never, not in a million years, would I have expected what she actually granted to me.
“You have proven your loyalty, and your competence. Calran, I would have you guard the life of my daughter, the Crown Princess Rinyia.”
It was so silent in the room, when someone dropped a fork, it clattered to the floor so loudly that more than one person jumped. The royal family was never, ever guarded by mere humans. I couldn’t think of any time, even historically, that it had happened.
“Mother?” Rinyia asked, in her incredibly well bred, cultured voice. But there was uncertainty in that voice, too, and maybe just the faintest hint of anger as well.
“Can you deny that he can do the job, my daughter?” the queen asked right back, and she was looking at her daughter, but it was very clear that she was talking to all of the assembled, glittering Elven court. “Can you truly look upon your brother and claim Calran does not deserve that honor?”
Little mutters, too quiet to hear the words, broke out around the room. No one would say anything directly against their queen, and how could they? Their prince stood because of me. If they said anything at all, it would seem like they didn’t value his life.
Rinyia seemed to be in roughly the same position. She closed her luminous eyes and bowed her head, curtains of dark hair hiding her face. She looked very pale, from the little I could say, and her lips were pulled taut with disapproval.
As for myself, I scarcely knew what to think. Doubtless, this was an honor, but not one I had looked for. It had been bad enough, how badly I wanted her when I was just in her vicinity sometimes. As her personal guard, I would be with her quite often, all the time, in fact, and we would be alone together.
Right there, in front of the whole Elven court, my cock twitched and started to swell. I took deep, calming breaths, trying to keep myself from making a complete idiot of myself, and glad for the tabard which hung down to hide any but the most raging of erections from view.
It could still never happen. She would never allow it, and I would never force her. I liked it rough, but I also wouldn’t do anything that my partner didn’t like. There was no way she would ever consent.
But it was all so much more possible than it had been before, when I hadn’t been allowed to even be close to her, much less alone with her.
None of these thoughts were helping the state of my erection, either. I was starting to throb, and I knew I was leaking all over myself, just with the thoughts of grabbing that soft, silky hair, which I somehow knew would slip like satin through my rough fingers. Of bending her over, forcing myself inside her tight little body. Of her reserve shattering, of her cries filling the air as I gripped her hips and shoved deep.
Of course, it was quite difficult to imagine her actually crying out with pleasure. It was pretty rare that she actually showed any sort of emotion. She was young, at least for an elf, not yet past her first century of life. She was careful of her dignity, but damned if I wouldn’t love to shatter that dignity, to make her whimper and moan and cling to me as she came for me over and over.
None of which was appropriate for me to be t
hinking about right at the moment. Or ever. But especially not while I was being honored by the queen herself. Not when all of the most important people in the kingdom, and perhaps even the whole world, were looking at me.
So I forced my lascivious urges down, at least as best as I could. It wasn’t the first time I’d found a woman beautiful, after all, but there was something about this particular elf maid which drove me wild.
Still, looking into the queen’s eyes helped a lot. The woman would kill me in a second if she had even the slightest inkling of the things I was thinking about. Forget about giving me this new post, I would be being measured for my coffin.
For a brief, insane moment, I thought of rejecting the offer. Only it wasn’t an offer, and no one rejected the queen. Even Elven nobles wouldn’t dare. Her rule was absolute, and when she offered a present, it was to be accepted. The end.
Besides, on what grounds could I even do so? The pay would be much, much higher, and I would be, by far, the highest ranked human in the kingdom. I couldn’t really hope for respect and admiration, at least not from the elves, but I would come as close to those things as any human could ever dream.
If I could somehow keep myself from making a complete ass of myself, of course. If I could manage to keep hiding the overwhelming attraction which I undoubtedly felt for the beautiful young princess. I’d done so pretty nicely so far, but I was going to be much closer to her.
It could all be a mess, but in the end, I really didn’t have a choice.
All of this went through my head in a second or so. No one watching, I hoped, would have sensed my reluctance. I swept the queen a deep bow, lowering my head respectfully, and then quite properly went down on my knees in front of my new charge.
It was proper etiquette, since she basically owned me now. But damned if I could stop myself thinking about what it might be like to have her lovely, slender body on its knees in front of me.
Rinyia
Of all the ridiculous things.
I would be the laughingstock of the whole kingdom. I already knew they didn’t take me all that seriously, and no one saw me as a serious contender for the throne. If my mother did die, the nobles would probably demand that I give up the throne in favor of my aunt, the queen’s sister.
Not that I wanted my mother to die. Of course I didn’t. But I did want to be taken seriously, and even the humans didn’t seem to. They were just a little bit slow to bow to me when I passed, for instance.
So my honored mother chose to make it all much worse. Wonderful. I was to have a human guardian. I couldn’t truly protest, either, not without looking heartless, because of Calran’s skill and readiness to defend my young brother.
The human went down on his knees to me, as was proper, but there was a strange look on his face before he dampened it. As though he wasn’t entirely pleased by the appointment, either. Why on earth wouldn’t he be?
I fought to keep myself from bristling, and somehow, I got through the rest of the evening. It wasn’t easy, but I did it.
* * *
There was another person who was even less happy about the new appointment than I was, though it seemed hard to believe. My former guard, Lamruil, who had been watching over me for years. He was being greatly dishonored, being replaced by a human, and he was very obviously aware of it as he bowed to me after removing all of his things from the chamber next to mine.
For the first time in the history of this kingdom, a mere human would be in that chamber. A human would have access to me at all times.
The strangest twinge of heat went through me, for some reason, at the thought. I sat on the bed, trying not to glare like a petulant child at my new guard as he moved his things into the room which attached to mine through a door which would always be at least a little bit open.
How could he protect me, after all, if he didn’t have access to me?
He moved well.
It was an odd thought, especially when I was so angry at him, but it was also nothing more than the truth. He was a huge man, towering over even the tallest of elves by at least half a foot. As for me, well, my head would only come up to his chest, wouldn’t it?
I had to shift on the bed, and almost against my will, my eyes trailed down over his body. He was huge. Muscles bulged in his arms, his shoulders were massive, his legs long and obviously strong.
For the briefest of moments, I wondered what he would look like naked. Would his manhood match the rest of him? It would be long, I thought, but also very thick. Maybe as thick around as my wrist, with heavy balls …
Gods. What was I thinking? I had never been attracted to a human before. I’d rarely been given a chance to think about attraction at all, as protected as I had always been.
Besides, I was supposed to act with proper decorum at all times. Someday, I would rule over this kingdom, and they had to respect me. What would my future subjects think if they knew I was fantasizing, however briefly, about some mere human?
Honestly, it would be bad enough for me to be interested sexually in a guard. Someday, I would be married to someone who would be my Prince Consort, a member of some noble family, and if I were very lucky, I would have some affection for him.
That was it. That was all there could ever be, and I had never minded it much before. Looking at Calran, though, as he took his place quite properly in my room, somehow the idea didn’t appeal to me nearly as much anymore.
There would be no passion in such a union as I had ahead of me.
It was what I had to do for my kingdom, and yet, what would it be like to be with someone so big? Even just once? And if I invited him into my bed, would he even be interested?
Not that I would. He was beneath me, and I would never dishonor myself, or my family, or my kingdom, by giving myself to a mere human, no matter how handsome he was. So I put it all firmly out of my mind and started to ready for bed.
Even then, though, I found myself having strange urges. Instead of going behind my screen to change, what would happen if I stripped myself down completely right in front of him? My body clenched in the strangest way, bolts of desire shooting through my veins, and for one, wild moment, I thought I must do it.
Of course, I didn’t. I went behind the screen, changed into my nightdress, and slipped into bed.
The whole time, however, I was very aware of him watching me. I blushed when my dress rode up, and for a moment, he would have been able to see my leg, right up to above my knee. Of course, I hadn’t done such a thing on purpose, and I didn’t dare look at him as I slid under the covers.
No. I hadn’t done it on purpose, but part of me wished I had looked, so I could see if he had seemed impressed with what he saw.
* * *
It seemed to take a long time to fall asleep, and when I did, I had a series of images marching through my head which made my whole body feel hot and sensitive. Images of big men. No, a big man. Calran. Completely naked, and fully hard, ready for me. And by the God, was I ever ready for him, too.
I had never felt anything like it. Never allowed myself to feel it. My whole body felt as though it had been turned into some hot liquid, lava, perhaps, pulsing with arousal, slick with desire.
Of course, in real life, I never would have allowed it to get that far. In sleep, however, I was more vulnerable, and I dreamed, and was aware that I was dreaming, as I moved under him, as he pushed my legs apart, his cock leading the way hard, brushing over my slick lips …
The sound of glass shattering woke me up immediately, and from there, things began to happen very quickly.
There was a man standing by the window, sword drawn and looking very sharp as he launched himself at me. I froze, though only for a second, before remembering the dagger which my mother always insisted I keep under my pillow. She wouldn’t teach me the Elven magic which was my birthright, but she could, and had, made sure I knew how to defend myself with the knife.
Not that it looked very effective against the long, sparkling, silvery expanse of that sw
ord, but I knelt on the bed and prepared to defend myself as best I could.
Or that was the plan, because even as the man launched himself at me, I felt myself scooped up into the air and tossed bodily behind a wall of muscle that seemed almost to fill my entire vision.
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