The Wild Lands (closed for marauder13)

In the bright glades of the Hidden Kingdom, Gliadel had grown up in a place of peace, light and harmony. Like all the elves of her generation, she had only known traquility and safety, for the days when her people went to war had long since passed, and only the eldest remembered the great conflicts of the past, when evil had risen up in the world and had been driven back. Her parents had been children when the Great Betrayal had happened, and their former allies had come into the forest to conquer the elves.

“These short-lived races cannot be trusted, for an agreement made yesterday with an honorable King will be forgotten by his grandson tomorrow.” So taught the elders, and they had woven a great magical protection around the whole of the Hidden Kingdom. There was no wall, no moat, no barrier of any kind, but a kind of darkness. Those who came too close simply got disoriented in the shadows, and turned away. They emerged from the forest as if from a nightmare, grateful to have escaped, though unsure from what. For a thousand years, none had broken through the veil, and Gliadel and her friends often wondered if the others still existed, somewhere beyond the forest. For most of them, it was simply speculation, but she had a curious streak that caused her to ask, and ask again.

The veil was as impossible to reach through with the mystical powers of even the eldest of elves, as it was to pass through physically. Even the wise ones who had woven the great spell could not see beyond the veil, and so none of them knew what might lie beyond their forest home. None worried, for they were safe, and they lived in a paradise where safety and plenty were taken for granted, and most time was spent on creating ever greater beauty to enhance their contentment.

Gliadel wandered far, deep in the shadows of the great forest veil, far from the gardens of her people. She knew the paths the deer used, and the springs they drank from, and the secret ways that led from the tranquil homes of the elves, to the darkness of the veil. She never set out to break through the veil, but one day she found herself in an unfamiliar wilderness, where trees, brush, animals large and small all struggled to live. She realized that she must have somehow slipped through the veil. Some path that she had followed had led her through a gap in the weave, that in 1000 years no other had discovered, but the deer and foxes. There was an exotic wonder to the wildlands to her, she sensed a kind of harmony in the struggle of those lands very different from what she was accustomed to, but beautiful nonetheless.

She smiled and looked back, wondering idly if she would be able to find her way back, but curiosity was stronger than caution in her, and she would explore while she was here. Summer's heat lay thick, and the air scarcely seemed to move, she found a little stream, the water chill as the dark earth it had sprung from, and cooled her feet. It was summer, so her hips and breasts were full and round, by elfin standards, and her hair was a deep green so dark it was almost black. her skin was white as birch bark and the long emerald gown she wore passed through briar and bush without catching or tearing.

After a time, she followed the stream's course, and came to a different sort of path. A path made not by elf or animal, but outsiders. She was an elf, still, and she moved through the wilderness with beauty and grace, and none would see her unless she willed it.

In all her life, she had never seen one of the others. She knew they were capable of terrible things, for her people had woven the veil to protect themselves from the others. She knew they were not ruled by the desire for peace and beauty, the way her people were, but by other needs, to possess and to control. Still, she thought, she had never seen one, and she thought she might follow the path and discover where it led, and perhaps bring news home to the elders.

So she followed the path, and saw the brutality of the outsiders in the way they hacked through the brush to keep the path straight, instead of following the way the forest led them. She was just wondering what sort of beast would treat her beloved forest that way, when she heard a snap like a bowstring.

Something had her ankle, and before she could see what, it dragged her up in the air, quick as an arrow. Whatever had her had lifted her up off the ground and dangled her upside down by her ankle. The skirts of her gown hung around her head, blinding her, and in her sudden fear she pulled it down, dragging it off her body and letting it drop so she could see what manner of creature had caught her.

At first she thought it was a tree that had grabbed her, and she thought perhaps it had mistook her for one of them, but then she saw the rope that was twisted around her ankle. Someone had make this trap, whether for elf or deer, she knew not, but she did know she was caught in it. She was suspended far enough above the ground that she couldn't reach her clothes, so she hung in her filmy underwear, and tried to loosen the knot, but her whole weight had pulled it tight, and she could not get a grip on it.

Then she heard the sound of something coming through the forest.

Haska's long, wiry frame was slightly bent around a large stone as he dozed in his camp. He found it to be a minor inconvenience, which was good because he was not able to shift it at all. His shelter was against a much larger rock, with a roof/wall of branches and leaf litter over it to hold out the cold.

For the last 12 years, the 4 most recent ones alone, he had lead the life of a trapper. Along with his father, they had been evicted from their farm by the local Lord, siting taxes as the reason for it. They both knew that the Lord was hungry for lands to reward his loyal knights. His father left the area to seek his fortunes elsewhere, and Haska decided to remain. He liked what he was doing. He wouldn't be rich, but he could remain living that way for a long time yet.

He peered into the sky, the position of the sun telling him it was time to check the traps and snares. He dragged himself out of his shelter, gathering his weapons and other gear. His brown hair and beard were slightly unkempt, making him look older than his 20 years. His skin was coloured by the sun, a light tan in colour that made his blue eyes almost shine in the sunlight. His clothing was mostly made up of the prepared furs and leather, but he was wearing a shirt underneath he had bought in a village a couple of seasons back.

Unlike many, Haska went a little deeper into the Nightmare Woods than was deemed wise. Tales persisted of all kinds of creatures that lived within the darkest recesses of the forest. Demons, shadowmen, orcs and other creatures of fantastic nature. But whatever the reasons, few people ventured further than a dozen yards into the woods, for fear of greeting whatever gave the woods their name. But Haska and learned that he could go deeper into the woods, and not encounter anything, and collect a reasonable bounty from the land.

He set off quietly, ever watchful for whatever it was in the woods. For the last few days, he felt that he had been watched by something. His last trip into a village for trade coincided with a visit from a traveling storyteller. The man spoke of all the creatures that dwell within the forest. Haska put it down to the man's tale telling that he felt watched. But, having a run in with a wounded orc some three years before, he wasn't quick to totally dismiss tales about those fantasy creatures. He had heard enough descriptions to know it for what it was, and he was grateful that the beast had been wounded before he found it. He had no desire to encounter a creature he had no idea of how to deal with.

He returned his thoughts to the matter at hand. It was nearing time to move to another area. The animals were starting to avoid where he was trapping, plus he didn't want to take too many from one place. It was one of his regular trapping ranges for the last few years, and he knew how much he could safely take.

The snap of the nearest snare going off made him feel better. A good, fat deer would be just the thing to finish off his time in that range. Still, he moved quietly. He made small noises in his haste, but didn't want to make too much noise and startle his prey. He got onto the track, and stopped.

He stared at the person hanging from his trap. He caught a woman. Haska was surprised to see another person this deep in the forest. He blinked a few times to make sure that he was seeing what he thought he had been seeing.

It was clear that it was a woman, as her body shape left little to the imagination, and she was not well clothed either. He saw the bundle of cloth on the ground beneath her and realized what had happened. He got a little closer, and he saw that she was young, and quite attractive. Her dark hair was the complete opposite to the paleness of her skin. Two pieces of cloth covered her modesty, but it highlighted that she had a fullness of body that made him yearn to have it. His eyes roamed over her captive beauty. She was stuck, having saw one attempt to free herself fail.

'She is mine, in a way. I caught her. She can't get out. Silly of her to be out alone. Everyone knows what happens to lone women caught far from home.'

There was no doubt in his mind what he would do.

"I'll have you down in a moment. Just don't panic." He got to the control rope, dropping his bag and squatting to get what he needed. He then started to reset the trap, which in turn lowered the captive woman. With the lengths of cord in his hands, he quickly walked over to where the woman lay on the ground.

He quickly got her face down on the ground, pulling her arms up behind her back, binding her wrists together. Her ankles were similarly tied.

He straddled her waist, taking a handful of her hair, lifting her face off the ground. "Listen carefully, maiden. Make a loud noise, and I will fill your mouth with a gag that might choke you. This is why you never venture to far from home all alone." He picked her up, easily putting her over his shoulder before he gathered up her clothing, and the rest of his gear, and headed back to his camp.

For just a moment, Gliadel thought the thing had somehow failed to see her, as it did not come rushing at her to rip her to pieces. She held her breath, staring at it in shock. She wasn't quite sure what it was, as the histories of the old times had been full of names and deed, but very little by way of description that she could use to identify it. It had skin that was the strangest sort of reddish tan color, and had bushy brown hair on its face. It seemed bulky, but it moved with purpose and confidence, and she could see that it had great strength, however crude.

"I'll have you down in a moment. Just don't panic." For a moment she stared at it in astonishment. Of course the other races had always had the power of speech, but most assumed that without elves to guide them, they would grunt and growl like animals. True, it had a strange accent and its voice lacked the melodious lilt of her people, but it was definitely speaking to her, and offering to let her down.

It must be friendly, she thought, and relaxed a bit to watch it fiddle with the rope, and then suddenly she began to drop, slowly. It wasn't quite as monstrous as she had thought at first, though it was certainly strange. When it had lowered her to the ground, she lay for a moment on the earth among the tree roots. She felt all her joints relaxing and was just starting to stretch the leg she had been dangling from, when suddenly she felt herself flipped onto her belly.

The thing's weight pressed down on her, knocking the wind out of her, and she squirmed under it helplessly. However crude, it did have great strength, and was good with ropes. Like any elf, Gliadel had been trained in the arts of combat, but this was not archery, or fencing, or even the graceful dancing form of wrestling that elves taught. This was pure brute strength, and he had more than enough. It had her wrists and ankles bound in no time flat. She thought to use magic, but without her breath, she couldn't sing any of the spells she knew. Then it pulled her head up off the ground, yanking her hair brutally.

"Listen carefully, maiden. Make a loud noise, and I will fill your mouth with a gag that might choke you. This is why you never venture to far from home all alone."

It seemed a little late to tell her that, but it gave her hope that whatever this was, it would let her go home at some point. She nodded as well as she was able and tried to think. None of the magic she knew seemed likely to help her. Calling a cooling breeze or bringing rain would not get him off her, and the leather and fur that he wore made her sure that calling for an animal would only call it to its death. Besides, she usually seemed to call squirrels. If she was left unattended, they might gnaw through the ropes, she supposed.

Then she felt herself flung over the thing's shoulder, and it set off down the path it had torn through the woods. She looked up and saw the path behind her. Now that she knew to look for it, she could see the loop of rope.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, the words coming out sounding far more plaintive than she had intended. It was just hard for her to believe that she had achieved what noone in a thousand years had done, and found a way past the veil, only to be caught by this creature and his ropes.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Back to my camp."

All sorts of thoughts ran through Haska's mind as he carried his greatest prize back to his camp. He had caught her, and few people would contest his claim to her. She had been foolish enough to walk the woods alone, so she was ripe for capture. And capture her he did. A young, healthy woman too. He could hardly wait to see her full beauty, and savour her bounties. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, so he would get some serious use from her. Whether she liked the idea or not.

They reached the clearing before his shelter, and he roughly dumped her on the ground before securing his gear. He came back to look at her again. She was a very attractive woman, the sight of which made him hard in a short time. He knelt down beside her, undoing the fabric that denied him unrestricted viewing of her entire body. He stood back and gazed over her. What he saw made his mouth water and his imagination run wild at the possibilities.

"Well, I must thank the Gods for gifting me with you this day. Such a fine looking woman. What you were doing this deep in the forest, I don't know and I don't care either." He squatted down beside her head, running his fingers through her hair. "I am going to enjoy you so much, my sweet little..."

The hair moved to show her ear. Like the rest of her, it was delicate with a noticeable point at the top. His hand slowed as he looked at her ear further. It was pointed. Delicate. Just like her. Delicate. Lithe. Beautiful. Clean, Unmarked by the woods.

"GREAT MAKER!! You're an Elf!!" He scrambled back, lunging for his sword, drawing it clear. He faced her, his face pale and his hand shaking. He waited for the magics to start. For her to use some great strength that belied her stature. More so, he waited for an angry horde of elf warriors to descend on him for taking one of theirs.

But a small part of him managed to remain calm. She had not broken her bonds since he caught her, neither had she called on any magics. Plus he made no great effort to hide his passage with her, thinking her to be a normal maiden. She just lay there, naked. His manhood rose again, ignoring the other thoughts and feelings racing through his body.

"Listen," his voice cracked with the fear, anxiety and lust that dominated his mind, "I don't know where you came from, but you are here, and you're now mine. If you want to live, you had best do as you are told. Understand? No trying to escape, no using any of your Elf Magics on me either."

He took a step or two closer, trying to bluff his confidence back. He kept the rather plain but serviceable sword pointed at her, ready to move if she made any moves that could hurt him. If she proved not to be dangerous, then he would carry through with his original plans, and enjoy her all he could.

At first, he had seemed almost pleasant. When he had told her he was going to enjoy her, she had felt a little rush of fear and curiosity. She knew she couldn't fight him with her hands and feet bound. If she could get loose, she could disappear into the forest easily enough, but until she saw an opportunity, she was helpless. He had spoken dire warnings about the fate of girls in the woods, and she knew he was right about most of it. She had a feeling the leg she had been dangling from might not feel quite right for a few days.

Still, he had threatened, but hadn't done anything to hurt her, aside from pulling her hair. Her reaction to that still left her feeling a little uncertain. Surely she shouldn't have felt that dull tug in her sex from something like that, yet she was certain she had felt something. Overall, he had been gentle, particularly in comparison to the stories she had heard of what the others did to their captives. And enjoying her certainly did sound like a threat to her, though he had certainly said it as though he thought she wouldn't like it. She was idly wondering what he meant by it as he caressed her hair, much more gently this time. She was just closing her eyes to savor the feeling when it stopped.

"GREAT MAKER!! You're an elf!" He yelled, scrambling away. Like a bear, he was surprisingly quick for all his bulk. She was just about to tell him that she already knew she was an elf, and had known for almost a century, when he drew his sword and pointed it at her, looking almost terrified.

The muscles bulging under his shirt told her that even he felt the weight of the blade that he levelled at her, and she was shocked by it. It wasn't the longest she had ever seen, but it was by far the thickest, almost freakishly so. It was a great, heavy hacking blade that was clearly capable of inflicting terrible injury, though she couldn't imagine was much use in a fight. Not unless the enemy held still. Then again, she realized, she wasn't going anywhere while her ankles were lashed together. She wasn't sure she'd even have been able to lift it up in a fighting stance, but he held it steadily.

"I don't know where you came from, but you are here, and you're now mine. If you want to live, you had best do as you are told. Understand? No trying to escape, no using any of your Elf Magics on me either."

She would have laughed, if he had been a little less terrifying with his huge weapon pointed at her. He clearly thought she was one of the wise ones, who were capable of calling the forest to life to aid them, or summoning lightning from the blue sky. Perhaps he thought she would shape shift into a lion or simply have the earth open up and swallow him without a trace. These were all magics that had been done in the wars before the elves disappeared behind the veil, but they had been performed by elves who had lived for thousands of years, not inexperienced younglings barely a century old. He thought she was somehow dangerous. But he had still not killed her. He just wanted her to do as she was told. She could do that, she thought.

"Please," she whispered. 'I will do as you say. I will not try to escape, or use any magic on you."

She smiled as bravely as she could, looking him deep in the eye, trying to mask her own fear in order to calm him. As long as he was afraid of her, she was in danger.

Haska swallowed hard as he watched the Elf woman simply lay there, almost unfazed by what was happening. His fear was starting to subside, mainly due to the effect of her naked body. His mind was turning more from what horrors she could inflict on him to what joys that well rounded example of femininity would bring.

"Please. I will do as you say. I will not try to escape, or use any magic on you."

Her voice was soft, with an almost musical feel to it. He never heard a voice like it before, and he suspected he would never again. Still, she remained calm, almost eerily so. He couldn't tell if she was lying to protect herself, or telling the truth. Most women would promise anything at this point, but he thought they would show more fear. So she must have some power that she knew would work on him, and was just waiting for her moment. But, she was an Elf. No one had seen one in generations. Maybe she didn't know, or she did and it was nothing to make her afraid.

Haska shook his head. She was naked, bound, not struggling and promised to obey. All of that was enough for him. He'd deal with whatever she tried later when she tried it. All he could think of now was enjoying her. He took the sword, and put it back into the scabbard, but left it in such a way that it would come out easily if he needed. He went into his shelter, grabbing the blanket from in there and throwing it onto the ground next to her.

"Fine. Since you're going to do as I say, we'll get down to enjoying you properly."

Haska removed his shirt. His torso was lean, but the muscles played noticeably under his skin as he moved. There were a few scars made from claws, but none looked too serious. His skin was pale, but not white. He had small traces of hair on his chest. The pants soon followed, showing that his legs were solid and muscular. It also freed his erection, which stood proudly, the base surrounded by a thick patch of brown hair.

He paused for just a moment, the last vestiges of doubt finally swept away. He scooped her up, flipping her over and putting her down on the blanket. He lifted her hips so that she was on her knees, and her shoulders were on the blanket. He dropped behind her, grabbing her hip with one hand, while the other held his shaft and guided it to where the entrance to her sex was. Once he found it, he moved his hand to her hip, and thrust into her with a powerful motion, pushing himself into her until his groin slapped her ass.

His expression changed abruptly when she spoke. Relaxing a bit, and she was reminded of a wolf that snarled and snapped when it felt threatened, but could be soothed with soft words.

"Fine. Since you're going to do as I say, we'll get down to enjoying you properly."

Gliadel smiled at him. At least he had put his sword away. She let out a shaky sigh, though her fear was not gone entirely, the immediate danger seemed to be over. She tried to remember what she knew about the other races that lived here, in the wild lands beyond the veil, but it was all battles and treaties and betrayals, and they had such short lives that all their names got jumbled up in her memory. None of what she knew seemed in any way helpful in her situation.

She hummed the notes of a spell of peace quietly, hoping the sound would help to calm him, and watched him carefully. She didn't dare actually sing the words. If he realized she was trying to cast a spell, he would probably kill her, but he didn't seem to know anything about actual magic, or he'd have put something over her mouth.

He looked down at her as he started to undress, and she watched, her eyes opening wide at the sight of him. His arms were as big around as a big elf's legs, and his shoulders were easily twice as broad as any elf. His muscles were great bulging masses that flexed fearsomely under his oddly pink skin. One look at the scars on his shoulder made her sure he had no woodcraft at all. Why else would he have been attacked by an animal?

When he slid his pants down, she began to tremble. His cock was massive, and stood up hard and proud, a dark purple color around hte head, with blue ropey veins around the shaft. Suddenly she was aware of how naked she was. Surely he couldn't imagine that she would invite him, after he had tied her and threatened her and carried her off. Even if it was possible, which she wasn't sure of, there was simply no way she would allow a monstrosity like that anywhere near her puss. He could sing courting songs til he lost his voice, and that wouldn't change.

Then he flipped her roughly onto her belly, and dragged her onto her knees. She started to scream, but then she remembered the sword he had threatened her with. She felt the thing probing at her, finding its way despite her squirming and struggling. He had her pinnedalmost immobile, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold him off for very long.

"This isn't how it's meant to be done," she heard herself crying out in abject terror as she squirmed under him. Then it was done. She felt the huge thing stretching her body, her pussy straining just to contain it. She couldn't speak, only yowl like a hurt animal as he began to slowly stroke it in and out of her. The pain was excruciating. Her body was as unprepared for the sudden invasion as her thoughts had been, and she felt as though he were tearing her to pieces.

Was this what he had meant by enjoying her? The thought was terrible. Had the others lost all the arts of pleasure, that they were reduced to this sort of brutal act? She began to sob, as the knowledge came to her that she was truly lost. After this, she could never show her face among the elves again.

Haska's eyes widened as he adjusted to the tightness of the Elf's pussy. The overall pressure that the tight channel put in his shaft was amazing in the way it made him feel. The first few thrusts hurt, as she was dry, but once she became wet, it was much better. It had been over a year since he was with a woman last, and since that time, he had to make do with his own hand if the need got strong enough. But the fact that he was doing it with an attractive woman, an Elf no less, and she was so tight, he knew he wouldn't last long.

"By the Gods!" Haska grunted out with a hard thrust into her lithe body. "I have... been blessed... with you..." He felt his body start to tense, the rapid onset of his first climax with the Elf maid making him fuck her even harder than he had started. No words escaped his lips as he rushed to his peak. A great roar of pleasure echoed through the camp as he released jets of warm cum, deep inside her. He pulled her hard towards him, burying his quivering cock as deeply into her as he could. For a moment he was completely lost in the other universe of bliss. There was nothing but an overall incredible feeling that rolled and echoed throughout his body.

As he returned to the world where his body was located, he released his hard grip of Gliadel's hips, letting her rest naturally on his still hard cock. He took deep breaths letting his body calm down. He felt his heart thundering in his chest, slowing down and beating with less power. He reluctantly pulled himself free of her, feeling for the first time the resistance of her body in allowing him to move within her. He rolled her onto one side, while he dropped down beside her, facing her.

"Well, little Elf, that was the best time I have had with a woman EVER. I'm pleased to tell you that I will be keeping you. We'll have lots more fun like that in the days to come. After I have had a little rest, we'll be at it again. This time, I'm sure that it will last a lot longer, and be even better."

He put a hand out, dragging her head closer to his. "Just remember, you promised to not escape, or use any of your magics on me. Don't make me regret trusting you." He kissed her lips roughly before letting her go and relaxing beside his new camp companion.

For a time, there was nothing but pain as her body struggled to cope with his girth, but as soon as she had adjusted to it, she was filled with shame and horror. If this was what the others were, she could finally understand why the veil was created. She sobbed and trembled as he thrust into her, knowing that she had brought this on herself. She had ignored all the warnings of the elders and the wisdom of her people, and thought she could walk freely beyond the wall of nightmares. She had only walked into a nightmare that she wouldn't wake from, and she had been so foolish and blind that she had done nothing to try to stop him until it was much too late.

Then, as abruptly as he had begun, he stopped. She felt his climax, his cock swelling, and the warm flood of his seed inside her. When he pulled it out of her, she collapsed, still face down on his blanket, trembling as his seed dribbled slowly down her thigh. He was threatening more of the same, but she hardly paid any attention to him. She was too busy trying to absorb the fact of what had just happened. Was all the world beyond her homeland as brutal and artless as this, or was this man exiled because of his violence, she wondered.

"Just remember, you promised to not escape, or use any of your magics on me. Don't make me regret trusting you." She had promised those things, it was true. And an elf never breaks a promise, but she had not set a limit on her promise. As far as she could see, she had already not tried to escape. Then of all things, he kissed her, as if what he had just done to her had not just shattered all the rules of seduction that her people had perfected.

"I remember," she said, her voice a shattered whimper in a discordant key. She held up her bound wrists. "Will you free me so I can clean myself?"

Haska looked at Gliadel, still amazed at the woman he had captured. She was very attractive to look at. The curves of her body awakened lusts within him. He looked forward to feeling what she would be like pressed underneath his body as they fucked. He returned his gaze to her face, and could see the look of despair. He knew that women like her would not like being taken in such a way, but it was as simple fact of life. But she would grow used to being with him.

"Will you free me so I can clean myself?"

"No. Why clean yourself when you'll be getting messy again soon? We'll get you cleaned up nicely after the next time. But before that, we'll get something to eat."

He got up, and lowered his food sack from the branch it was hanging from. He rummaged through, finding the dried foods stored within. He took out enough to feed himself, plus a little more for the Elf. He also took out a small loaf of bread. He returned the bag to where it had been, then moved over to the campfire. He stoked it a bit, then placed a pot of water over the small flame. When the water boiled, he dropped in all the food and stirred them around. He went back to find his shallow bowl and the spoon, and when he returned, he poured out the stew into the bowl.

"Here, it will be easier for you to eat sitting up than lying down." Haska laid the bowl down on the ground, then helped Gliadel sit up propped against a tree trunk. He fetched their food, sampling it as he sat near her.

"Ooohhh... still a little hot, but nice enough in taste. I don't know what you eat, but since most of this food is local, I guess it will be safe enough." He took another spoonful, letting the liquid cool a little in his mouth before swallowing it. "So, what is your name? If you don't want to tell me, I'll name you and call you that instead." He loaded the spoon, moving it closer to the elf's mouth, giving her time to smell the aroma of the stew, and allowing her to actually take the first taste.

"I know you don't like what's happened to you. But I caught you, and this is what happens to women that get caught by men. But it's not all bad, since I will be looking after you from now on. I'll make sure that you're safe. I'll keep you feed. Eventually, you'll get your clothes back too. And as my woman, you'll please me with your body, and in any other ways that might be appealing."