Cartel merka (wild rose)

Chapter 3

On the next morning I informed my father that I would leave on a short trip and promised to be back before the noon meal. He smiled at my words with the serious gentleness that always shows in his mien if he looks at me and allowed me to leave. I prefer to inform him of my actions so he does not have to worry. Well, I tell him if I am leaving, not what I am doing. It wouldn't please him to know how I am acting, I think and he wouldn't have wanted to know the purpose of that trip.

I went to the stream, to collect a rose for the young prince. Knowing that he would like it, it was more beautiful than any other rose I had seen, just like he was more beautiful than any other Elf I had seen before him. Any other being, even the rose I found just where I had seen it the last time. My dagger easily cut it and my heart wept to know that such prettiness had to pass. But it was a gift to him, the only thing I could think of that was right for him. And he would give me so much in return, he would be with me, give me the innocence I craved for.

While I had gently touched the rose, those beautiful red petals, soft and fragile I knew that they were just like those innocent lips I would feel upon mine. Which I wanted to kiss. Still caught in dreams I returned home. Returned home with the present I would offer him in return for what I wanted from him. First I returned to my own room though, returned to it and prepared myself. I replaited my hair and redressed in a clean, dark blue tunic for I had torn the other when cutting the rose for my prince.

It was worth the effort I had, for I was repaid in the way I had hoped. He was even more beautiful on the second day than he had been on the first and when I gave him the rose he smiled at me. And I promised to take his loss and his sorrow, to take him where the wild roses grow. But first I had to taste him, to feel him beneath me and to take his innocence. Fear showed in his eyes for a short moment when I helped him to undress. Though he was determined, he wanted me like I wanted him. The first time is special and sacred and I promised to make it his best time that his pain would be worth the bliss it would bring us.

Then he lie down on the bed for me, shyly covering the body I had helped him to display and watching me as I undressed myself. I could see the confusion in his eyes, the surprise upon the feelings that grew inside of him. The lust and the hunger that my naked body woke and he could barely keep himself from starring at me like he had when he had first seen me. He licked his lips, nervous and frightened as he was but I knew I wouldn't hurt him, not badly, not yet. His voice was sweet as he moaned when I touched him.

And I was gentle just like I promised when he turned around and allowed my touch. I kissed his shoulders and caressed his thighs to make him relax for me. It did not take long until his moans became needy, even desperate and he started to beg for me. He would be perfect, just perfect and I understood his impatience, as I wanted him as well. Carefully I prepared him though he pleaded for me just to take him. But I knew what it was like to be taken during your first night with another and I wouldn't hurt him.

I took the time I needed and I licked my fingers before slipping them inside of them, to prod lightly. The deeper my fingers thrust into him the more desperate his moans became and before I had really started to claim him he groaned and came upon his sheets. It amused me to see him like that, shuddering from the slightest touch, but it didn't satisfy my own needs.

As he was already too lost to feel pain any longer I pushed inside him. He dn'dn't be sore for long, I would make sure of that. To feel him that tight, but so eager to please me nearly brought me over the edge immediately. But I had waited for it too long to make the moment pass that quickly. And I thrust deeper every time, burying my head in his hair to hush my moans. I didn't want the servants to hear me, as I didn't want any talk about my encounter with him.

Father doesn't want me to take innocents to bed; he doesn't want me to bed anyone before binding myself to him or her, but he forbid me to take innocents. Which is one of the reasons why it makes me hard to even think of it. Of course I would be in trouble if he found out, but he will. Even my father doesn't know everything.

Suddenly the picture of father coming in while I was taking this little Elven prince appeared in my mind and the expression on his face, so surprised and confused that I had acted against his orders made me moan louder and then, imagining his words, the thought if he would punish me made me spill my seed into the body beneath me. It was perfect, just like I had wanted it to be and I whispered to the younger elf, reassured him of my affection and repeated my promise to take him to the wild roses. Soon, soon, I could barely hold my impatience to finish what we had started, to complete it and make him mine forever.


Chapter 4

The entire day I had spent pacing back and forth not knowing what to do. I had read his desire in his eyes and I would give him what he wanted. But it scared me, I had never been courted before, and somehow I had never imagined it would feel like this.

I had thought it would feel soft and wonderful, and it did, but somehow I had never in my life felt so frightened even when I had faced the foul orcs, I had felt more certain of myself. But him, he did something to me I could not explain. For a long time I had been stranding on the balcony looking out when he had entered gallantly handing me a single rose, I took it and smelled it before lifting my gaze to his and I smiled. This was the most beautiful rose I had ever seen; it was perfect every fragile petal was flawless.

Then he stepped closer and placed his hands on each side of my cheeks and whispered sweet promises, and I closed my eyes and sighed, this was just as I had imagined and the love I felt for him right there was everlasting and all consuming, my world turned around his being. But when I felt his hands beginning to tug in my garments with determinedness, I felt my heart beat as fast, as was I the rabbit and he the fox.

He kept reassuring me and I felt my hands tremble too much to remove them myself, I wanted to tell him I had never tried to love before, I had never felt the lips of another elf on my skin, but I held my tongue, and then I felt the mild breeze on my naked body I nervously reached out for a blanket as I suddenly felt ashamed of my own nakedness. But his eyes told me that he was more than satisfied with me, and I relaxed some so I laid down on the bed dragging the blanket up to my neck watching him getting undressed as it was the most normal thing in the world, totally at ease with his body and need.

He was a perfect picture of love lean and smooth, and I heard my own voice react as my groin did, for a second I feared he would be rough with me as he climbed in bed with me, looking like a predator, then he kissed me and told me he would be gentle, but I still tensed when he touched me for the first time, as I had thought he had experienced hands and tongue, I quickly gave in feeling that special tinkling once more that only he gave to me.

I tried hard to keep my eyes open but failed as he touched my erection, ever so lightly. I had never thought it could feel so, until now it had been something I had only allowed myself, but his touch was more than a thousand more times intense, and the fire spread through my body I didn't even protest when I felt his fingers inside me, and a quick flash of what was to come. I heard myself plea and beg for him to touch me and to take me, I could take no more of this limbo I needed him, unsure what it was I asked for.

But then my world exploded suddenly and violent, the pink cloud was gone, left was only volcanoes and such immense pleasure that I thought I would burst, I felt hisideside me and his hands on the outside, but the waves of pleasure was too strong still for me to even utter a word.

And each time he touched me it felt like he left trails of fire on my skin, his moans was the most desperate but amazing sound I had ever heard, I could not believe that I made him utter such a sound filled with lust and delight. He could have me, have all of me. I loved him like I had never thought possible, and as he reached his climax I clung to him to feel his spasms and feel his hot breathe on my skin, and I wished we could stay like this forever.


-TBC-