WARNING: The following story takes place in a fantasy
world and contains sexual content of a violent nature.
The characters are quite obviously fictional.
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Book 2: The Autumn of the Orc Offensive
The Dark Elf Trilogy, Part 2: Dark Elf's Delight
She scaled the walls of stone to a window high above the courtyard, and scurried through with practiced ease. Tonight she would sate some of her bloodlust, take the edge off her anger. The events of the last few moons still weighed heavy on her, and her humiliation before the council threatened to ruin all she had worked to make. Her reputation was at stake, but more so was her life.
Rhouzanthoun was actually a little worried. Here in this castle was a man named Behodehan. A potentate in An-Raabi, his political power was minor in the grand scheme of things, but he had the ear of the desert-kingdom's king, Sultan Desto-Hul. The armies of Raaban were arrayed to join the war on the side of the Empire. Vincent IV had promised greater autonomy if the Sultan would devote fifty thousand soldiers to their side. Behodehan was trying to convince the Sultan to deny the Empire those troops.
She knew the war would destabilize the Empire, perhaps weaken it to the point of breaking, and that Behodehan must be silenced so the war would drag out as long as possible.
There, on a small mountain of pillows, surrounded by half a dozen nubile young women, slept the Serpent of Akbar, Behodehan.
His body was long, hardened by years of service in the Armies of the Sands and kept healthy by nightly exercise with his harem. He slept naked to the warm air, a wench in each arm and another across his legs. She had heard tell of his prowess, both in battle and the bedchamber. She had put Semthak out of her mind, and she realized how long it had been since she had lain with another when she saw his manhood lying in the hollow between his thighs. Had his ears been pointed, he could have passed for a half-breed Dark Elf, his beard would not have the few gray hairs she could pick out in the dim light, and he…
She shook her head to clear her mind. Lust was trying to quell the blackness in her heart, which could only be quenched by the blood of another. Trying to ignore the tingling in her loins and the sudden hardness of her nipples, she pulled the stiletto from the bun of bone-white hair it held in place and moved towards his vulnerable form.
With the tangle of bodies in her way, she picked her way lightly over him, swallowing as she was forced to set her knees on either side of his hips. The lips of her sex brushed his penis and it began to come to life of it's own accord. She tried as hard as she could, but felt herself grow wet as thoughts of her body grinding against his ran through her head. The dark chocolate flesh below her slept like an innocent while she raised the dagger in the air above his chest. Then he came awake and realized what was about to happen.
He gazed up at the dark form straddling him. Hair like while silk cascaded over shoulders of onyx flesh. Red eyes glowed in the darkness above lips that glistened like polished ebony. Her breasts heaved with a deep breath and he was drawn to a well-trimmed thatch of stark white hair that rode above damp black lips.
"You wish the Sultan to stay from the wars," in the Common tongue, the words dripped from her lips like honey in melodic Elven tones, to ooze into his ear unhindered.
"Yes," he replied, in Raaban, the language of the people of this sandy peninsula.
"Can I persuade you to change your tune, Human? The Empire needs your help." Her words came to him in his own language, still with the musical quality of Elven speech.
"Those soldiers are better used here, to protect Raaban. How could you possibly get me to say otherwise?"
Two ebony lips came down to a deep brown nipple and kissed lightly. Her tongue circled it with a practiced touch and his body stiffened. All of his body stiffened. Rhouzanthoun could feel his flesh throbbing against her as she wiggled herself against him.
"Your arguments are…persuasive, Elf. Let me free myself from my harem and…"
She cut him off by setting a single elegant finger to his lips.
"Remain still, Human, and you will enjoy this all the more." A wicked grin let him see her small, slightly pointed teeth, and he had no choice but to yield to her whim.
A small, sharp nailed hand reached between them and took hold of his member. Lightly stroking it, she kept her gaze locked on his the whole time and ran her tongue through the hollows of the muscles on his chest. She could hardly wait, but knew that she had to make this last.
After playing with him for a few minutes, both her hands guided him to her. The thick head nudged her lips and she let out a moan he could barely hear. She inched him into her slowly, ever so slowly. She didn't even seem to be moving, but he could feel how tight she was around him. It took all of Behodehan's will to keep himself composed and not spill his seed too soon.
Finally, after ten minutes, she had taken him all. She remained still and reveled in the feeling. He was so big inside her; she could feel every throb of his pulse against the velvety flesh of her sex.
Rhouzanthoun squeezed him as she drew herself back up and steadied herself. She twisted the nipples on her small breasts while writhing on his stiff pole. She knew exactly how to act like a whore; it had been a rather enjoyable period of her life. Grauz-Il-Iuren himself tutored her in the fine arts of pleasure, the long nights of his teachings had earned her the envy of her classmates. The Human would be most undoubtedly experiencing ecstasy like he never had before.
Soon, she began to ride him. Slowly, so slowly. Every stroke seemed to last an eternity, and soon both of them were sweating with the sheer exertion of keeping their passions at bay. Should they abandon themselves to rutting like animals, surely they would wake the women around them and spoil the whole occasion. Rhouzanthoun felt extra pleasure knowing that none of the women around him would ever come close to pleasing him the way she was. She would ruin him for all other women.
With that thought she began to writhe while all the time riding his length up and down, feeling him grunt and strain and sweat as he clenched his teeth
For hours they felt each other fight to stay in control, but finally the Elf won out. Behodean's eyes rolled about his head and his entire body trembled as he fired load after load into her hot, tight hole. She felt him flood her insides with great globs of white-hot fluid into her body. She gave in and her tiny, muscular body tensed with the force of her climax. She remained still, every piece of her exploding in delight as she rode out the wonderful waves of feeling.
Rhouzanthoun almost collapsed on top of him, breathless and spent. She kissed him deeply with just the head of his meat still inside her, the last dregs of his orgasm still squirting into her.
"So, about those soldiers?"
"I sincerely believe the Sultan needs to aid the Empire… Those troops should be dispatched by tomorrow…"
She left him there, contented and still a little lost in the events. As she stole over the window railing, she winked to him, a false promise that someday, he may experience her again. With a quick stop to rinse herself off in the moat, she made her way back down into the earth. Back home.
make themselves a puppet to rule ever after. Your lives will
be harsh, please yourselves where you can, and always make
them believe you'll come back."
Rhouzanthoun, Head of the Black Elf Assassin's
business and pleasure.
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