Bardic Boston

[a_libertine]

This is closed for haremfaery


He had a fleeting glimpse of it once before. Worlds, so very unlike his own, existed; that knowledge gave birth to an all-consuming drive to travel there. His pale skin faintly glimmered as if he had silver throughout his pores, just waiting to seep from his body. Pale hair, almost white, flowed freely down the middle of his back, rustled by the wind.

Brushing it back, he eyed the human before him, saying, “It is time, open the gate that will take me there.”

The old human, his hair long passed silver to a bleached white, looked up. “Are you sure you wish to do this?”

The elf held up a ruby the size of a baby’s fist and said, “I have completed all of your requisite tasks, gathered the items necessary for this, and what ever magic you are researching, so yes. You are positive that the spell you have crafted will work?”

The old man snuffed, “Of course it will work as long as the place you described is not a magic free world.”

“It can’t be; I saw it through magic.”

“Very well, when do you wish to go?”

“It will take you an hour to prepare yourself, then ten minutes to cast the spell, start in an hour and I will be ready.”

Leaving the mages tower, the elf returned to the town. Entering the inn, the corpulent innkeeper greeted him with a smile and a booming voice, “Lord Malwyn! News of your presence here has reached far and wide, the inn is nearly bursting at the seams with those who wish to hear your stories, and songs.”

Looking at him, Malwyn smiled, “Send them back inn keep. I am leaving before the hour is done.”

The smile fell from the inn keeper’s face like an avalanche, “But, you said…”

The elf’s face tightened as he said, “Things changed.”

Bounding up the stairs two and three at a time, Malwyn arrived at his room, and packed his bags. Taking his time, he loaded his gear up, preparing for a long stay away. Ignoring the innkeeper’s pleas as he walked out of the inn, he nearly sprinted to the tower again.

Magic could be felt from outside, the hair on his head nearly standing on end as he entered.

“It is ready,” the old man said. His voice was weak and thin, the exertion took its toll on him.

“Good,” Malwyn said as he dropped a heavy bag on a side table. “The head your requested is within.”

The old man nodded, “As agreed, I will hold it open for ten minutes, no longer.”

Malwyn nodded and stepped through the translucent circle on the floor.

Stepping through he stood on a patch of grass, surrounded by trees. Looking around him, he saw a river snaking through the grass and trees, narrowing tremendously as it passed under a bridge. Across the bridge, travelling at a speed which no object normally could obtain, were shiny carriage looking devices, with out horses. He whistled at the sight pondering a moment the amount of magic necessary to pull that off, then decided it couldn't be all that great for there were so many of them.

He heard laughing behind him and turned to see the wizard, who said, "Nothing in our agreement made provisions for me to bring you back, bard. Stay in your new world."

A moment after that, the portal collapsed and standing on the other side was a short red headed woman with astonished brown eyes. She wore britches of a make he had never seen, and a loose blouse that bespoke of great wealth, the printed flowers covering the material. Speaking in common, he bowed and asked, "Where am I?"

Seeing only a continuation of her confusion, he verbalized words that had no place on the world he was now on, and as the magic suffused him, he asked again, "Excuse me, but where am I?"

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan McCormick spent the day wandering around Fenway Gardens, stopping now and then to sit on a bench or under a tree looking for inspiration for her latest assignment in a songwriting class she was taking during the summer session at Berklee.

She was on her way back to her apartment close to campus when something ... happened. A portal opened and a man stepped through dressed in strange medieval clothing. But she couldn't wrap her mind around that. Especially when he bowed and spoke to her in a language that sounded vaguely not-quite-Gaelic, not quite any language she'd ever heard. Her brain shut down the whole walking-through-a-portal thing and constructed a more plausible scenario.

"I didn't know any LARPers were here today." She said conversationally. She had to admit the guy's costume was incredible. She knew LARPers spent a lot of time and money on their costumes, but this guy had taken it to the next level. The clothing looked not only hand sewn, but ... lived in. And he had taken the time to learn a conlang to boot. That was a big indication as to his dedication to his hobby.

She couldn't get over his hair and makeup. And his ears! He had to be a theatre major to invest all this time into his look.

When it came to physical attraction, she preferred what her family called Black Irish--dark hair and blue eyes. But this guy, yeah, she could make an exception. Besides, who knew what his real hair color was? Maybe he dyed it, maybe it was a wig, a very good wig.

Teagan debated if she should just tell him to knock off the theatrics because he if was coming onto her, she wasn't playing. But he switched to English with a strange lilt and decided to play along. She had been to plenty of Ren Faires after all.

"Good sir," She curtsied awkwardly with her backpack on her back and holding her guitar. "You are in the Boston Town. This place," she indicated the park, "Is Fenway Gardens and very close to Berklee College of Music where I am currently a student. Where are you from and where are you going? By your clothing it seems you are far, far from home."

Teagan was a nerd, she loved dressing up for Halloween, she enjoyed history, she read fantasy and science fiction. Perhaps this guy was a kindred spirit and with that lilting voice of his, she wondered if he could sing. This was turning into a very interesting day.

"Oh!" She added. "I'm Teagan McCormack of the Wayland McCormacks. What may I call you?"

 

[a_libertine]

"Boston," he thought. He had never heard of Boston or Fenway Gardens, though this wasn't much of a garden, so either the spell was an elaborate illusion of unfathomable power, or it had worked as Malwyn wished, and he was on a new world. He chose to believe he was on a new world, it was after all only rational to think so. He hadn't described much of what he had seen to the mage that sent him here, so details like the horseless chariots could not have been made up by Ashpar, the mage who had sent him here.

Malwyn returned Teagan's curtsy with a deep formalized bow of his own, "My lady, I am Malwyn the Wandering. Indeed, I come from a land not of this place, in fact, I dare say not on this world."

He eyed the guitar case that Teagan was carrying and wondered what manner of device was in it. He saw that she was watching him expectantly, so he expounded, "The country I just came from was the Duchy of Zinema, which has the Fort of Dreams as its center."

He spied a bench not far away and pointed to it, "Perhaps if we sit there, I can show you what I mean."

He headed over, then sat down. His eyes watched her in relation to the background looking for tell tale signs of an illusion and didn't see any. When she sat next to him, Malwyn began a brief incantation, "This is what Zinema looks like."

A small illusion formed on the ground at their feet, much like a map. Centered in the map was Zinema shown with an emblem looking much like a castle. Surrounding that were farmlands with outlying villages. One of the villages had a tower and was labeled, 'Stone Princes.' Beyond the villages were rougher, undeveloped terrain.

"I was teleported here by a mage that lived outside the village of Stone Prices."

During the entire presentation he watched Teagan's face to see her reactions.

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan admired Malwyn's easy grace. He moved like a dancer. As fine a musician as Teagan was, she didn't dance. She rather be in the band than in front of it.

Teagan felt a slight blush come to her cheeks when she realized Malwyn was watching her. She sat next to him on the bench making sure to leave space between them.

He spoke in his lilting voice in that conlang again. She loved the musicality of it. This time it sounded like a poem he was reciting. And then--

--Things went sideways--​

There on the ground was a ... map. Malwyn was explaining different points of interests including the town he was in before he was teleported to Boston.

Had she just gone crazy?She didn't think it happened like this. One minute you were perfectly sane, walking back to your tiny apartment and the next minute you were seeing a walking, talking hallucination with a full backstory of how he had happened to popped into Boston.

Teagan's great grandmother, bless her soul, was sharp as a tack at 83. Most days. But sometimes she said some pretty wacky things. Like that their family had made a pact with the wee people to protect their land in the New World and that was why through thick and thin their family was always able to make a living from the farm, and why it now made good money as a B&B in the now high-priced hamlet of Wayland. Not only did GG leave whiskey and cake for the wee folk, she spoke to them when they came to call. And, and this was the most outrageous of all, she said when she was a young pretty thing, she had a faery lover.

Teagan was suddenly very afraid that she had inherited GG's special brand of crazy. Well, if you are going to go bonkers, there are worse things than hallucinating a hot blond Elf.

Teagan took a breath and decided there wasn't anything she could do but go with it. For now. Besides, the more she thought about it, the more she thought this could be some sort of elaborate prank for a new reality show.

"So ... A sorcerer sent you here? How long are you staying? What to you want to do while you're here? I could show you around if you'd like..." If only to call your bluff, you pretty man. You can't stay in character forever.

 

[a_libertine]

Malwyn listened to the storm of questions patiently the began ticking off the answers. "Yes, a sorcerer, well mage actually, sent me. That you saw, I think."

He paused a moment and wondered what the back side of that particular spell. A normal teleport was invisible but this one clearly had a visible component.

"I have not decided how long yet," he started. Shrugging, "I would guess not terribly long, 100 years at the most." He watched her impassive facade crack just a moment then back to listening mode.

"As for what I want to do, everything comes to mind. I don't know what Boston has to offer, and yes, I would love it of you could be my guide."

He looked out and saw another car whizz by. "Already, you have curiosities I never imagined."

 

[haremfaery]

It was becoming harder and harder for Teagan to maintain her belief that this was all some Punked reality TV thing. The alternative, however, were still too frightening to accept, like she was having a psychotic break, or a brain tumor was making her hallucinate, or the worst, or possibly the best--that Malwyn was real and who and what he said he was. A man from another world. Whatever the reason, she had really fallen down the rabbit hole. She almost wished she had gotten high earlier, then she could just chalk it up to weed laced with something, or really good mushrooms.

She swallowed and took a breath doggedly sticking to the idea that somewhere was a hidden camera. "You, uh, plan to stay for 100 years? That's, uh, that's a really long time. How long do your people live?"

Literary elves usually lived much longer than humans. Myths of the Celtic faeries, or Sidhe said they were immortal, or at least not affected by aging and disease. She grew up with those tales from her GiGi.

Okay, Tig, get a grip. Play along and think of the TV exposure. "Um, well, for starters. Those are cars--automobiles. We, uh, don't have magic here. We have Science. And I don't understand the mechanics of a lot of things, but cars have engines and need gas and that's what makes them go." She looked around. "As you can see, in big cities like Boston, we have tall buildings, skyscrapers, we call them. I guess it would help me figure out what to tell you, where to take you, if I knew what you are most interested in. That would help me know where to start. Are you interested in art, science, architecture? Military stuff? Music?" She patted the guitar case at her feet. "I'm a musician myself. I'm studying at Berklee." She was thinking maybe the Science Museum was the place to start. She doubted an elf from another world would give a hoot for Revolutionary War history. And in Boston you couldn't spit without hitting Paul Revere this or Founding Fathers that. She wondered if it would be too meta to suggest they go to the Renn Faire.

 

[a_libertine]

Malwyn had been curious about the large case at Teagan's feet and when she Pat it, he took it as an invitation. "Music of course," he replied, ignoring the rest of her monologue.

He opened the case and his eyes widened as he beheld a longer, wider, and flat bellied lute. He lifted the instrument out and fingered the strings a moment and listened to the mellow sound. The strings, he determined were inferior to the ones on his lute, they seemed to be of some sort of steel with a fiber wrap in twined that he had never seen. It felt almost like silk, but it wasn't, of that he was sure.

He plucked a quick tune and smiled broadly, "Lovely sound, lacks some vibrancy and warmth if you used copper, silver or gold strings."

He started playing one of his creations, not singing along with it, merely enjoying the vibration against his stomach. The song was a light airy mixture of Spanish guitar and jazz, evoking a mental image of a grand bird flying, swooping, climbing and diving merrily.

"Much like a lute, better sound maybe, certainly with good strings, I will make you some later."

He finished the song and handed the guitar back to Teagan, "What other instruments do you have? I am proficient in strings, winds, and percussion, though strings are my favorite. "

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan was at a loss for words, which didn't happen very often. Where did they find this guy? His fingers flew over the strings with never a false note. He definitely knew music.

"That was ... Wow." Teagan was no slouch when it came to the guitar, but Malwyn's playing was unexpected. And unlike anything she had heard. She imagined the duets they could play together. "You can make guitar strings? That's really not necessary. But thanks."

"This is just my old beat-up guitar. I use it when I'm going to be out and about. I came here for inspiration. I have to finish writing a song for a class I'm taking. Make strings?

But back at my apartment I have my good acoustic, and an electric guitar, and my fiddle, of course. That's my favorite. I have a portable keyboard, there's no room for anything bigger, but if I want to use a real piano, I reserve one at the college. At home we have a baby grand. I can play penny whistle, but I really don't like anything with a spit valve. Strings are my favorite too. That's what I've focused on. My cousin plays woodwinds and brass. I can do a bit of hand drumming, but fiddle is my passion. I'd love to play with you. I'm very good at improvisation."

She placed the guitar carefully back in it's case. She pulled out her phone and checked the time. "So ... What would you like to do? Get something to eat? It's a bit early to go to someplace and hear a band."

 

[a_libertine]

Malwyn watched Teagan as she sat for a moment or two then words burst out of her much like a geyser. It was hard to follow as he tried to process fiddle, brass, and piano not sure what they were beyond instruments, or types.

She seemed to abruptly stop and put the guitar back. His eyes widened as she pulled out some small object, slightly smaller than his hand. He was dying to ask what it was but barely resisted.

"I want to try everything, food, music, art, alcohol, the women, and anything else I don't know about that is interesting and I can learn from."

He pointed to the object in her hand, "Like that, what is it?"

He listened in wide eyed wonder as she explained a 'phone ' which was hard to understand. Eventually he said, "Another time, maybe."

He reached into a pouch at his waist and pulled out a gold coin, "Will this buy dinner?"

 

[haremfaery]

They were really going all out with this punk'd episode or whatever it was. "Is that ..." Teagan took the coin, looked at it and rubbed it. "Real gold? Solid gold?" It felt like it. "But, um, that's not one of our coins, so you wouldn't be able to use it. We'd have to take it to a place that pays money for precious metals. But I can cover dinner. I had a good gig last weekend--lots of tips. But you can't go looking like that. We alreayd have people giving us looks. You don't exactly blend in with your clothes and your hair and your, um, ears." Just how long were they going to let this game go on? She looked around trying to figure out where the hidden cameras might be.

"So, um, we can go back to my apartment so I can change and we can see about getting you more appropriate clothes ... and I guess if you wear a beanie or a bandanna or something that would take care of the ear problem. My place is about a 15 minute walk from here. If we time it right for the bus, then it'll be less than that. If we do get the bus and anyone asks, just tell them you're coming back from the Ren Faire."

She stood up and adjusted her backpack then picked up ehr guitar. "I can show you my other instruments." She smiled.

 

[a_libertine]

Malwyn followed Teagan as she set a brisk pace toward the magical thing called his. They arrived in plenty of time, and as the monstrous vehicle pulled up, Malwyn wished momentarily that he was a mage. Somehow an enchantment did not seem capable of stopping the machine.

His fight instinct was suppressed as he saw the people inside, while droll and unhappy in appearance they did not seem to be in pain. As it hissed to stop and the doors opened he glanced at Teagan, and for a moment considered asking her to walk, to her domicile. Her eyes were on him and he mentally shook off the desire to walk, "After all, I am here for the adventure."

They stepped on and after a couple silver coins dropped into a shute they settled in the middle of the nearly empty bus. Absently he began tapping out a tune on the seat before him

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan went up the few steps to the busdriver and put in change for the two of them. She unintentionally gave Malwyn a fine view of her heart-shaped bottom in her tight-fitting jeans.

Teagan held the guitar case between her knees and tried not to touch Malwyn but it was difficult in the narrow seat. She smiled when he began tapping a rhythm on the back of the seat in front of them.

"You hear music in your head a lot? Me too. Unless it's for an assignment. Then I draw a blank. We will need to find you some clothes, you can't always look like you just got back from the Ren Faire."

The bus pulled up to the bus stop. "This Is us." She smiled and stood up. It was a short walk to her flat in a large row home.

"Sorry. There's no elevator." She wondered if they had hidden cameras in her apartment. It wouldn't take long to get the key from her landlord and bug the place. She had been out most of the day.

She unlocked the door and ushered Malwyn in. "Home, sweet home." The apartment was one large room that combined living room, dining room and bedroom, with a small kitchen and bathroom. Her canopy bed was at the far end of the room. The bed was unmade. A curtain was pulled open acted as a room divider. The furnishings were an eclectic mix of cheap IKEA items and thrift shop finds. The sofa looked well used but comfortable. Books were crammed into shelves. While most of the apartment looked a bit messy, but clean, one area was designated for her instruments which were all neatly arranged near her desk with a laptop on it and an electronic keyboard next to it.

"Can I get you anything? Juice? Soda? Beer? I have some wine. Oh, and half a bottle of May mead." She put her backpack on a hook by the door and placed her guitar next to her violin case.

 

[a_libertine]

Ma2lay would have to admit that being behind Teagan was not at all a bad thing. As she climbed the stairs to her apartment, her ads was right in front of him, and to say it swayed invitingly would be appropriate. More than once he fought back the urge to reach out and grab it, to see if it felt as good in hand as it looked.

When Teagan opened the door he looked around the one room apartment. His eyes settled on the bed, a beautifully crafted wrought iron affair, that was perfect for tying someone down as you had your way with them. It never crossed his mind that he would not take Teagan, it was merely a matter of when would he have her; and how.

The bed brought several images to fire and he absently licked his lips at the thought of her lush body strapped down to the bed.

He almost didn't hear the choices for drinks but focused on one word. Soda. "Soda? What is that? Let's try soda," he said.

It gave him the opportunity to watch her glide across the floor to the fridge and as she bent to retrieve a can from it, his eyes focused on her ads and his body began to react. His cock hardened and lengthened appreciably.

As she came back he watched her hips and breasts as the flowed with her easy movements. He took the bright red can from her and his eyes widened as he registered the temperature, "That box, it keeps things cold!?"

He looked at the can then pulled on the lever that opened it and took his first drink of the sweet acidic beverage and his eyes almost popped out of his head. It was amazing, and he said so. He became so fascinated with the drink that for the few minutes it took to drink it, he almost put Teagan out of his mind. "Best drink ever, and no alcohol in it!"

He looked at her and saw her looking at him, a bemused look on her face. He looked down at himself and asked, "What is wrong with my clothes?"

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan wondered just how long this game was going to go on. "Yes. The refrigerator keeps things cold. The freezer on top actually keeps things frozen." She sat at the other end of the sofa and toed off her sneakers so she could curl one leg under her. She actually laughed out loud at his reaction to drinking the Coke. he really was a good actor. She could almost believe all of this was new to him.

"It does have caffeine in it. That acts as a pick-me-up. So I suggest you don't drink too much or you'll be up all night."

"And as for your clothes ... they're about 400 years out of date. You'll need something more normal if we're going to be out and about in public." She cocked her head as she looked him over trying to gauge his size. "I'm sure I have a few tee-shirts that would fit you. As for pants ... Hmmm. I might have sweatpants that would fit you, but they'd look silly with your boots." She jumped up from the sofa. "Ooh! Jimmy left his kilt here for me to stitch it up where the hem was coming undone. That would work until we can find you something more suitable." She went to the closet near the bed and opened the door. On the outside of it some scarves and belts and necklaces hung from hooks. She took down a hanger and showed Malwyn the plaid garment.

"What do you think?" What Teagan thought was that Malwyn in a kilt would be even more handsome. She did have a thing for men in kilts.

"And what kind of music do you like?"

 

[a_libertine]

Malwyn took the kilt and looked at it carefully. It was well made and appeared to be made for a man a little shorter and a lot thicker than he.

Malwyn shrugged off his cloak, folding it neatly and placed it on the arm of the sofa. Next was back pack, then a blade almost twenty inches long. Before long, he was naked all of his items stacked neatly.

He wrapped the kilt around him and the first time it fell straight to the floor. Chuckling, he picked it back up and tried a second time. This effort was a little better and it hung on his hips. He took a tentative step and watched the heavy fabric flutter to the ground. "For a seemingly easy item of clothing, this more complicated than expected."

Possessing very little body fat, his muscles rippled with each movement and his long cock swayed in time. He apparently gave no mind to Teagan and continued working on the kilt. After the fourth attempt he finally had the garment arranged and it stayed on his waist appropriately. It was wrapped around him almost a third longer than it should be it was in place. "There!" He exclaimed, "Finally, though I dare say, I see why none of the men I saw earlier were wearing these. There are murder to put on."

He looked at her and shrugged, "If you think this is the more appropriate attire, then I am good with it."

He plopped down on the couch Indian style facing her, with his long silvery hair draped around his shoulders. "As for music, I like all types. Draconic music tends to be forceful, dwarves is more bombastic, orc is heavy on the percussions, but amazing to hear if they aren't trying to eat you. There are so many races, each has their own style and sound, and all are lovely to listen to, even the horrifying styles."

He thought a moment, "You have already heard a sampling of elven music, and I would love to play more for you later, with or with out an audience, music, after sex, is life."

"What styles of music are here? Must get boring without the other races."

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan went bright red when Malwyn just stripped down right in front of her. She turned her back and decided to fix a snack for them in her tiny kitchen. Any time she turned toward the main room she could see him. She wasn't sure which embarrassed her more, that she had a naked man she barely knew in her living room, or that she kept stealing glances at him. Seeing his muscles, he was obviously stronger than he looked. Not an ounce of fat on him. And ... his cock--she could see why he had nothing to be embarrassed about. She could imagine them showing this on TV. They'd have to pixelate his penis. She stifled a giggle at the thought.

"I, um, hadn't realized it would be so difficult to figure out. I should have explained it before giving it to you." She called from the kitchen. "There's a belt and a sporran to go with it." She double checked to make sure he wasn't in danger of dropping the kilt again and then walked into the room with a plate with her favorite Dubliner cheese, crackers, and fresh fruit (apples and grapes). She set it down on the coffee table. "Help yourself."

She went to her laptop and tapped the keys to call up a playlist. "This is actually my band. We play acoustic and electric, some is original, some is traditional and some is a fusion of old and new."

"If you don't like any of song, let me know and I'll skip it. Or I can skip the whole thing and put something else on." She realized she was babbling on again. She tended to do that when she was nervous.

"So wow, let me wrap my head around this. Where you come from there are dragons and dwarves and even orcs? That's ... wow. They are all just stories here. Fairy tales for children."

Malwyn thought a moment, "You have already heard a sampling of elven music, and I would love to play more for you later, with or with out an audience, music, after sex, is life."

"We can go to a local dive where we can jam. A lot of music majors hang out there. Then we can play together and with whoever else shows up." She felt herself going red again. "Is everyone where you're from so ...nonchalant about nudity and sex? We're a bit more conservative here, and a lot more conservative in some places. So, you should watch that when we go out. But I know what you mean, I think. Sometimes when I play and I'm in the moment, it's a high like no other. Improvisation can be a lot like sex. The give and take between the musicians, not exactly knowing what someone will do next. Building the music together to a climax..."

She sliced some cheese and put it on a cracker. "We have a lot of styles here. Just in this country alone we have pop and rock and jazz and punk and grunge and rap and hiphop and too many to list. Then there are other countries and their music. Then the people come here and bring their music with them. I would never call the music scene here boring."

((Some examples of the sort of music Teagan writes and plays and sings.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfBBMhn5nL0&list=PLos5OUUq_BjP-zWG_oLVVDifVM2F1SBi_&index=3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGBgrGtNmH4&index=1&list=PLos5OUUq_BjOQDcXF_wjTfPwbJEQXyklz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvipPYFebWc ))

 

[a_libertine]

Malwyn looked at the plate of food as Teagan set it down. It was oddly disappointing to discover a wine fruit was wine fruit, and a heart fruit was a heart fruit. He ate a little of each food to discover that indeed each tasted very similar to what he was accustomed, even if they each were a little sweeter.

He followed Teagan' s example with the cheese and crackers and frowned at the sweetness of the cheese. He began wondering if everything had been flavored toward the sweet side.

It was a long list of items that Teagan covered and Malwyn decided to stick to the one that made her blush. "Well, among elves, yes. I suppose we are very inclined to share our sex with whomever turns us on, and seldom marry."

He looked at her body openly, appreciating the soft flowing curve of her hips, to the rise of her breasts and the way the rose and fell as she breathed. When he finally made it to her blushing face he said, "If we were in my home, I would have ditched this kilt by now and if I were, or you, to wear anything it would be a nearly see through spider webbing robe."

He thought a moment about how Teagan would look naked and decided it would probably be a nice view, something akin to a noble human daughter. Soft from having plenty to eat, but not yet overweight with the abundance of food. A condition the noble among the humans could afford but not so much the worming class.

He looked at Teagan and smiled warmly, having decided that he did indeed want to see this human naked, preferably beneath him. He continued, "Among humans, it depends on several factors such as the deity they worship and social standing. Generally speaking the richer they are the more freely they participate in sex games. The poor tend not to, because if they get pregnant it is another mouth to feed, when food and money are scarce to begin with."

He reached out and touched her with a slow gentle almost caress, "And Here? Does everyone blush at the topic? If so, I will be frequently amused."

 

[haremfaery]

"You don't like the food. I can fix you something else." Teagan wasn't sure why this disappointed her. He was an actor after all. It wasn't like she needed to impress him.

Of course the conversation turned back to sex. Sex sells. "You don't marry? But who raises the children?" She frowned. "Is everything just casual sex? Don't you ever fall in love? If you love someone, wouldn't you want to share your life with them?" Teagan had a romantic streak a mile wide. "I couldn't just sleep with someone because they 'turn me on.' I'd need to feel some sort of connection."

Teagan felt her face grow hotter when Malwyn looked at her. No man had ever looked at her like that before. She felt butterflies in her stomach. "So, um, elves are nudists. We have some human nudists here. There are special beaches for nudists. I've never been to one. The closest I've come to that sort of thing was an all-female sweat lodge."

"I suppose it's the same everywhere. The rich may do whatever they like. Although here we have birth control so unwanted pregnancies can be avoided, along with STD's."

When he touched her cheek it was like she was watching it in slow motion. Her blush diffused through her whole body. She tingled. If she were a Victorian lady, she would have swooned.

She took a breath and shifted away from his hand before she did something stupid, like kiss him. "Not everyone blushes at sex talk, but it's not a usual topic of conversation. Most people are a bit hung up about sex."

Just how long was he going to keep up this whole, I'm an elf who came through a portal to your world thing? She was going to have to confront him about this before she made a major fool of herself.

 

[a_libertine]

Malwyn nodded, then stood up to fasten the belt through the kilt and hung the sporran from it, dangling it off his hip along his leg, much like a holster for a pistol. He looked down and shrugged his shoulders, "Not bad after all."

He sofftened his expression, "I am sure the food is good, and I promise I will eat it eventually, but at the moment I am more distracted by you, and the music coming from that, whatever it is called."

He walked over to the laptop and listened carefully, closing his eyes as he did. "You are good, nice voice, rich and sexy."

He swayed subconsciously to the music and then said, "Your percussionist, though, is not as good. Really none of them are, but he is the worst of the lot, you should thing about a new one."

He closed his eyes again and started listening closely as he said, "But you blush at the mention of sex. Every time. Is it because of me, or my openness about it, or you haven't, which I would find impossible to believe, normally."

 

[haremfaery]

"No, no. The sporran goes in front. To keep the kilt in place, especially since you are going regimental under it. I need to find you a shirt to wear with it too." Because I just want to run my hands over all that bare skin.

Teagan adjusted the sporran, pulling it around to the front. "There."

"Um, thanks. I'm glad you like it." But then she got defensive. This was her band after all. "The drummer isn't that bad and it's hard to find people who want to be in a band. The pay isn't that great. I need reliable people. Besides, we've gotten better since we made those recordings."

"I'm not a virgin. It's just ... I don't know you." She decided she was going to call him out. "You hand me this line of bullshit that you came through a portal from another world, and then you start hitting on me. So tell me where the hidden cameras are and what stupid reality TV show this is for so I can get on with my life."

 

[a_libertine]

Malwyn looked around and saw no evidence of a chimera and said, "Your domicile is far too neat for a chimera to be living here, and no one has ever successfully tamed one."

His head slanted in curiosity and asked, "What is a tv and how does a tv relate to a chimera? Is that how you take one?"

He though a moment then asked, "Is there a full sized harp in here, specifically in front of me?"

When she shook her head no, Malwyn cast a spell and suddenly a full sized hard with gold and silver strings appeared before him. "He looked at her and said, "Play it, it is beautiful sounding and slightly magically enhanced to play at a sound level appropriate for the room it is in."

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan stood there stunned for a long moment staring at the harp. It was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful instrument she had ever seen. She pulled her desk chair over to it and sat down. She tentatively reached out a hand to touch it. She looked at Malwyn then back at the harp.

The harp felt real when she pulled it towards her and positioned it against her shoulder. She began to play and the sound was extraordinary. She forgot to be freaked out that Malwyn made it appear out of thin air. She played a short song and then another. There was no question, the harp was real.

She sat back when she finished. "So. This isn't some prank. That means I am crazy, or you really did come through a portal." She took a deep breath trying to wrap her mind around it all. "Since I don't want to be crazy, I guess I'll have to accept that you are an elf and you can do magic."

She stood up. "Dear Lord. And Lady. I need a drink." She went into the kitchen and took two glasses from the cabinet. She poured Irish whiskey into each one and added a splash of water. She walked back into the main room and handed Malwyn a glass. She sat on the edge of the sofa and gripped the glass with both hands. She took a long drink and nearly finished the glass. When she put it down on the small coffee table her hands were shaking.

"Just tell me I'm not losing my mind."



((Some harp music Classical: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTe6t6eyUQ4
Modern: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCXFcCnhbQA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27aTW6cRs04 ))

 

[a_libertine]

Malwyn almost fell bad for the poor human. He was handling the transition to this world better than she was to his presence and it sort of made sense to Malwyn. For him the improbable and impossible were a fact of life. Apparently for Teagan they were truly improbable and impossible.

He sat next to Teagan on the couch and wrapped an arm around her and kissed the side of her head. "I don't know that, but if you are, my presence is unrelated and certainly no a symptom. "

He quaffed back is whiskey and virtually purred at the taste, "This I like."

He went to the kitchen and retrieved the bottle of whiskey and poured both of them a new tumbler full. Teagan still looked rattled and Malwyn considered his options a moment then asked, "What is TV?"

Absently Teagan reached for a black device with several buttons on it and Malwyn's jaw dropped as images filled a screen in from of him, "This is amazing," he whispered softly.

He reached over and took Teagan's hand in his and excitedly squeezed it. "This is almost as good as soda and better than whiskey."

 

[haremfaery]

Teagan had grown up with fairy tales. More than that, when she was little, she actually believed in them. Her GiGi told her stories of how her family had made a pact with the faeries. The fae protected them and their land, and in exchange, the faeries would take a portion of their vegetables for their queen. When she got older, she thought the stories were just ways to get her to eat her veggies, or to take care of the garden. But if elves could just pop into her world whenever they felt like it--Dear Lady.

Teagan actually laughed at Malwyn's reaction to the TV. She surfed through some channels pausing on cartoons, a news show, the weather, an old Errol Flynn movie, and finally, Star Wars. She wondered if she should show him Lord of the Rings or Game of Thrones and see if either were anything close to what his world was like.

She was calmer now. Feeling the slight buzz from the whiskey was helping. It was better to accept that Malwyn was who he said he was and that she wasn't going crazy. But--

"If we're going out in public, we have to do something about your ears. Your skin--well, people will probably think you're some sort of Goth. Tomorrow we can turn a few of your gold pieces into money that we use here and get you some regular clothes.

"I want to take a shower before we go out. You can watch TV if you want, or I can show you how to use the laptop to listen to music. Do you want something more substantial to eat? There's leftover Chinese or Indian. Do you like spicy? And, oh! I should show you how to use the bathroom. Or don't Elves have to pee?"

Yes, she was feeling much more relaxed about all of this. She'd just go with the flow. She wasn't crazy. Magic was afoot.

 

[a_libertine]

Malwyn nodded, "Yes we do, and evacuate our bowels as well. Perhaps not as frequently as humans, but it does happen. Dragons are the only living creature I can think of that does not have excrement."

He followed her to the bathroom and stood almost in awe. The mirrors were perfect reflection, judging from what her could see of her face in it. The basin below the mirrors was sparkling white, almost as if it were new. He looked at the commode curiously before going to it. Lifting the kilt he drained his bladder into it and pressed the shiny lever. The waste water swirled and drained to his surprise and amazement, "Very nice. The paper is for the other end?"

When she confirmed that assumption, Malwyn turned toward the shower/bath combination. He took off the kilt and let it thump onto the floor before climbing in. "Dreadfully uncomfortable garment, very hot."

He fiddle with the knobs in the shower area and produced a heavy stream of tepid water which drained as fast as it entered the tub. After a moment Teagan showed him how to redirect the water to the shower and how to stop the drain so water would accumulate in the tub.

He turned and held out his hand, "Join me, and show me what all these bottles are for."