Ibania

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He stood on the prow of the long ship blue eyes looking across the water toward Ibania, Isle of the Elves. Sure, Roland had met one or two, even befriended one long enough to learn some of their language. Just enough to make an ass of himself, he was sure. The island was predictably enough covered with trees, and Roland could see no obvious signs of a city; which of course did not mean that one wasn’t there.

According to Sariaen, the elves incorporated their cities into the woodlands, and not the reverse as was the custom of humans.

More importantly, he had taken the time to learn some of the fighting style that made them such fearsome warriors. The magic that they weaved with swordplay had fascinated Roland enough that he volunteered to come to Ibania to learn from them, and to be the Ambassador from Storm Cleft, a prosperous merchant kingdom with trade that went far along the Steel Sea and its surrounding countries.

Others were more prosperous, or more populated, but Storm Cleft controlled a key narrows which nearly every ship travelling from east to west had to pass; which allowed them to charge a safe passage fee. A fee which allowed the small country be able to hire the best standing navy, and marines in the region.

Roland had served for nearly ten years as a marine, working his way through the ranks, rising to commander of the first brigade, and as such, the personal bodyguard to the king. The life of luxury that Roland had enjoyed in no way diminished his skill with sword and shield; in fact, the extra free time allowed him to perfect the art of death dealing by blade.

He knew his primary purpose was to serve as Ambassador, but he certainly hoped that there would be many opportunities to learn how to fight with the Elven Double Blade. A staved weapon, with a blade the length of a broad sword attached to each end. He had watched Sariaen practice with it for nearly eighteen months, a daily routine that eventually lead to his coming to Ibania.

As the longship approached the shore, from the sea rose a coral pier long enough for the ship to pull alongside. At the end of the pier he saw Sariaen standing with a small entourage of elves. A smile split his face as he disembarked his dark hair and swarthy skin making the teeth seem all the whiter.

“I see the waves and sun have been good to you Roland, welcome to Ibania.”

Roland bowed forward slightly, “Stream and wind, have been kind to you my friend. I bring the friendship of Storm Cleft, I thank you for the welcome.”

Sariaen approached and the man and elf hugged momentarily before turning toward the shore. A glint of silver caught Roland’s eye in the tree and he stopped short a moment looking where he saw the movement associated with it. Sariaen caught his friend’s glance and said, “Your anticipated arrival has been the subject of much conversation, and consternation, among The People. Not all are happy to have you here, but all are curious as to who and what you are.”

Roland glanced, “What I am?”

“A human with enough manners to learn some of our language, and enough sensitivity to think our fighting styles are beautiful. A rare combination.”

Roland’s baritone laugh washed over the pier as he said, “Beautiful and deadly.”

Sariaen conceded the point and said, “Come, let’s get you to what you would call the palace, and settled in. Dinner is tonight with both my father and sister.”

Roland smiled and nodded, “Of course. Tomorrow is soon enough to find a place to settle into.”

Sariaen smiled, “Tomorrow? Oh no, the welcoming ceremony will take at least two days, we are cutting it short for you.”

Roland’s face barely contained the shock he felt then a wry smile crossed his face, “Good thing this won’t be the first two day drunk you and I have been on.”

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

Her silver curls bounced as she leaped from tree to tree. The branches sturdy even after years of weight. The elven empire had built homes out of these trees. The men usually went to the ground for hunting, fighting, and trade. Unless they were at the beach. The beach wasn't dangerous at all. The forest. Especially at night. Was the problem. Many poisonous and violent or territorial creatures prowled through the foliage of their large island. Ibania was well known to humans. They just never got near them. They lived over many harsh oceans. And their fighting style. Though beautiful. If distracted, would kill a grown man in a few hits. Landing on a high branch a few feet away from all the commotion. Her vivid sapphire eyes searching the crowds of her people. This one human man was the talk of the empire.. It wasn't that she didn't want him here. She was a bit..scared of him. Never once had a human traveled through mot of that trouble to join them on their island. The princess spotted him all too quickly. Tall and lean. Like her brother. But much more muscular and chiseled. Her brother and him embraced like friends. Many times had her dear brother, the prince, told him of the human race. And how one was polite enough to take the time and learn their language. The sapphire orbs watched the man until he began to turn. With a silent gasp. The pointy eared elf hopped backwards. Landing on the last branch. The man was to join them for dinner tonight. It would be a chance to study him.

After hoping and landing on her bare feet. She smiled a bit spotting her home. The royal tree. A tree that had been that big from the beginning of time. Housing royalty of Ibiana for centuries. It was decorated with imported goods and art from all over the world. Humans that weren't afraid of the horrors that await were awarded with magical items in which her kingdom specialized. Her father was getting ready for their guest. Walking to her room. Which was at the top of the tree. She looked through her closet. The maids already picking a formal gown for her. It was champagne. Lacy and curvacious. It was her favorite dress. Putting it on. She sat at her crystal vanity. Smiling as her friends, the maids, did her hair. Putting it up in a tied and curled pony-tail. Once finished. They powdered her just a smidge. And then. She did a small spin for them. "Thank you." She cooed in her elegant voice. Even for a young elven woman like herself. Her voice sounded graceful and mature. Reflecting outer and inner beauty. Her maids adored her personality. On of the kindest princesses in history. Maybe it was because even though she was spoiled, she was known not to accept gifts. Going down the stairs, she met her father. Kissing his elderly cheek and smiling. "Good evening father. Where is brother Sariaen?" As if answered her dear brother walked in. Of course with a smile. And the guest was behind them. Her father shook his hand. A warm welcome. Her father motioned to her. their eyes met and she gave him a sweet and welcoming smile. A human. for the first time in her life she would meet one. Walking over slowly. Still a bit shy. She curtsied. "A pleasure. Sir Roland." It was known to address all guests. no matter what class. As Sir or Madam. For a human. He was quite good looking. Most elven men would be jealous. And the woman would swoon. Taking her seat. The dinner began with delicacies from their world. Her sapphire eyes were found staring at the guest from time to time. mostly from curiosity. But also because he interested her.

" So what is your land called? What are the sights." The king shushed her.

"Forgive my daughter. She is interested in anything out of our comfort areas....She can be a bit nosy." blushing as her father embarrassed her. She ate her animal meat in silence. Moving a strand of silver hair from her eyes. Once again meeting the deep eyes of Sir Roland. She blushed and flashed him a shy smile.

 

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They talked about the time apart while walking to the palace, that turned out to be the biggest damn tree he had ever seen, or considered possible. It was simply enormous. The trunk was wide enough that the curve of it appeared to be a slow angle, much more arching than that of a tower, perhaps three times the diameter of one. Perhaps it would take 150 men, maybe 200, joined hands to circle the tree.

The height was unimaginable. Craning his head back, Roland leaned so far back that he almost toppled over, trying to see the top of the tree fruitlessly. The canopy was a deep green green with lighter green undersides. The slight breeze blowing through the tree ruffled the leaves, causing a iridescent shimmering that seemed to shake through the tree.

Sariaen paid him the kindness of slowing his pace as Roland took the sight in. Shaking his head in wonder, Roland followed his friend into the trunk of the massive tree and was greeted by a sight that threatened to stop his heart.

Not the king, they had met once in passing, but the young elven woman behind the king. Had to be Sariaen's sister, Isabelle. Her eyes shimmered like the sea, holding his attention, seemingly held captive by him as well. Her voice was the sound of angels in his ears and he lost himself in it.

"S-Storm Cleft, is where I am from," Roland stammered out around the lump in his throat. Sights, well, we, uhm, we have very little in way of sights outside of our buildings and ships."

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

Listening intently. Isabelle smiled as he spoke. Not at all noting how captivated by her he was. The king offered seconds to everyone. "No thank you father. I am quite full." She smiled at him. Thanking the servants for the meal. Still sitting there. She listened intently as the men ate. Storm Cleft. Yes her brother mentioned that location once or twice. "Father? Can I show our guest around the island?" Both the men raised an eyebrow. But the King thought that it could be cultural and a good experience for him.

"On one condition. Sir Roland. You must protect my daughter. If you will. I'm sure she will show you some of the treasures. Our island's secrets. You deserve to after. You were brave enough to journey. Do be careful of the creatures. They grow restless at night." Isabelle smiled. The gown was easy to move in for her. So when dinner finished. Isabelle gathered the plates. Then put them into each of the maid's hands. Isabelle was always one for helping out. for one. She believed all elves were equal. And also. Her father thought that the outside was too dangerous by herself. So she enjoyed helping the servants with their work. When sunset came. The two walked out of the tree. Isabelle grabbing his hand.

"Hold on." She whispered to him gently in his ear. Then without warning. Jumped. "Spread your legs and bend your knees!" She called as they fell swiftly to the tree branches below. Landing swiftly. Hands and fingers still entangled. "Quite good. for a beginner." she smirked a bit. The human seemed to be quite agile. She enjoyed his company. After all. She could explore with him. Touching the ground. She began to feel nervous. But tried not to show it. With each noise though. Isabelle felt herself flinch a bit. But. She stayed brave. They explored caves filled with jewels. Waterfalls. And she showed him the passages that were created for escape. "If you are ever in trouble. Just find some of those." She whispered as they trekked through the grass. Stumbling a bit. She grabbed his hand. Hoping to balance herself. With a shy smile. Her eyes stayed on the ground. "S-Sorry Sir Roland." She whispered. The moon above the trees. No trouble yet. But she was waiting. The creatures were probably being cautious. Especially since it was a new prey. Human. Isabelle felt nervous around Roland. But..mostly the shy nervous. Her heart beat fast when she watched him lead the way. Her eyes fanning over his body. And when she held his hand. She felt secure. He was unlike the men in her kingdom...He was different.

Lost in her thoughts. She looked up. nothing but darkness. She had lost him! No. Separation was not good in the forest. That was why the hunting parties stayed in groups. Frightened. Her eyes met two golden ones. Wolves. But not that kind that most humans would see. These had poisonous fangs. Not fatal. But if not treated. Would end badly. It snarled. Baring it's fluorescent red teeth at her. Then lunged. Her side stepping out of the way. "Sir Roland!" She cried .

 

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Roland walked behind, along side, and occasionally in front of Isabelle, his mind lost in the wonders of the island, but mostly lost in the heat that radiated through his body whenever they touched.

It was those thoughts, and thoughts about her dulcet voice whispering in his ear, when Roland discovered he was alone. Somehow he and Isabelle became separated.

"By the gods," he muttered. Turning back he tried following his foot prints the way he had came, with little avail. He was no woodsman after all.

He heard his name called out, an edge of fear in Isabelle's voice. She wasn't far, but she did sound panicked. Crashing through the underbrush he found her in a small clearing a wolf unlike any he had seen before was circling around her?

The sound of steel rang out as he pulled his sword from the scabbard. "Here doggy, doggy," he hissed at the wolf. The wolf growled as it lunged at Isabelle again. She danced out of the way of the wolf, leaving it only some fabric of her dress to latch its teeth onto. As it lwent by the sound of ripping fabric could be hear.

Roland kicked out, his foot landing square with the wolf's lower jaw. It yelped before skittering back away from him. It snarled and Roland could see some ichor dripping from its teeth. The wolf leaped at him this time and instead of rolling away, he squatted down and thrust the sword up piercing the wolf through the chest.

Its howl of pain was ear shattering as it slid slowly down the blade to the handguard of the sword.

Dropping the wolf on the ground he turned to Isabelle, looking at her exposed side, "Are you okay?"

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

That was her favorite dress...No harm. She would stitch it herself. Her mother had made this dress for her. And many times had it been soiled or ripped in some way. It had been her mother who taught her the repair dresses and such. Watching him protect her was actually.... Quite sweet of him. He wasn't the monster they said he was. The people didn't understand. Laying against a tree trunk. She watched him. He was very agile indeed. Quick on his feet. It was quite the sight. Seeing someone with such technique. As the wolf let out the howl. She said a silent prayer for the death of the animal. Standing up she felt a breeze. It was true. Her bare leg was showing. And her laced corset. Making her blush. Turning the other way. "..Ahem. Yes..I am." she said still a bit shaken. But then looked at him with soft eyes and smiled. "Thank you Sir Roland. Are you hurt?" She whispered. Walking over to him. Checking him for any wounds. Nope. Nothing. Maybe a scratch from dodging but nothing serious. Looking up to meet deep blue eyes. A bit caught of guard by them. She leaned on her toes. Gently pecking his cheeks. "Thank you..." she whispered again. Then turned. Holding her dress a bit as she didn't want him to see. Blushing a bit as they walked back into the castle. The maids told her to give them the dress. As she went to change into her night gown. She grabbed a charm off her vanity. It was a crystal. Shaped like a moon. She had a moon birthmark on her shoulder.

Knocking on the guest's door. When he answered. She looked up. Realizing he was shirtless. His toned chest about the height of her head. Blushing a bit. She moved a piece of silver hair behind her ear. Her pointed ear had a small bell like earring at the point. It chimed softly as she moved about. "Here..." Gently tying the necklace around his neck. Her lips curled into a small and gentle smile once more. "...It's a charm..If you are in trouble. I will know. And I'll come to help you.." she smiled. "Even if I'm not that much of help. Thank you again for saving my life..Sir Roland..." Caught in his eyes. She had the strangest urge to touch his face. Or even kiss him. What an odd imprint this human has left on the princess. Backing up a bit. She looked at the ground. "...Sweet dreams Sir..." She then turned away and walked back to her quarters. Laying in bed. Her body felt a bit..hot. She had never felt like that. It was hard to get comfortable... Thinking of him only made it worse. With a sigh. She felt the breeze wash over her. Cooling her down as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning she awoke or breakfast. Eating quickly before hopping out of the trunk. Wondering where Roland. Today was a festival. And she was to preform a dance. For one, it was the ceremony of the king's birthday. So she would dance for her father.

 

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The made their way back to the enormous tree and were quickly separated by the servants, he shown to his room and she who knows where. Following behind the female he asked, "I know it is terribly late, but any chance I can get a bath tonight?"

She nodded and said, "Of course sir, there are already means in the room for you to do so."

She showed him how to draw a bath using a tub already in the room, enchanted to pour hot water or cold, or even a mixture if so desired. Roland had stripped off his shirt and was working on his boots when a knock on the door roused his attention to the here and now.

He spent the next few seconds trying to reel his mind back as he opened the door to see Isabelle in a gossamer night gown which clung to her lovingly. The swell of her breasts was easily visible, her nipples straining against the thin material. The lump in his throat was accompanied by a lump in his pants as she pulled close to him, putting a necklace around his neck.

The necklace was warm, as if she had held it in her hand for a long time prior to putting it on him. A warmth that did not fade as she scampered away, leaving him standing there staring after her.

Sitting in the tub, he thought of her, and his longing grew and strengthened, reflected visibly between his legs. Not for the first time he wondered what her voice would be like in the throes of passion.

Sleep was long in coming, his aroused state making it nearly impossible for him to sleep for quite sometime. When it did come, it was fitful, dreams of her racing through his mind causing him to thrash about the bed willy-nilly.

The morning came bright and early. Dressing in his finest clothes he stole out of the tree heading into the city, wanting to look around without the Sariaen. A guard followed behind him, and Roland resigned himself to the fact that he will probably have one from now on.

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

The maids swarmed her left and right. Getting her ready. Her curls were down for this particular festival. Flowing down to the small of her back. Adorned with exotic flowers ranging from all spectrums of the rainbow. He outfit made her look almost like a butterfly. Excess cloth connected to the sides of her dress. As she moved her arms gracefully, they billowed and followed. The outfit was to match her father's favorite animal. The waterfall butterfly. The color matched the butterfly splendidly. And the butterfly had silver accents to it's wings. So she wore silver jewels. Spinning in the mirror. Isabelle smiled. Her mother had worn this exact outfit. The outfit was made to show off her shoulders and chest. Covering her breasts. But still having that seductive look. It was traditional for elves to show some skin. So really. It was somewhat normal. Though it would be the first time a human would be joining them. Her face and body grew hot thinking about Sir Roland. She would do extra special today. Since he would be watching. Practicing in front of the mirror, she smiled. As a little girl, she had watched her mother preform this dance. Having practiced for years. It was her turn to live on this tradition. Putting her hands on her heart. She thought of her late mother. How she would be watching, and hopefully how proud she would have been. The tale of her mother's passing was a sad one. It still weighed on her heart now and again. But elves lived on. All living things did. Looking outside Isabelle noted the people gathering. It was time.

Jumping from her window from above. She landed effortlessly onto the ground. Hearing the cheers of her people as she blushed and smiled. Hearing compliments fly at her. How breath taking and beautiful she looked. Or how much she resembled her mother. Seeing her father standing there. Seeming so proud she walked over to him. Kissing his cheeks and smiling. "Happy birthday dear father. Hearing the sound of music, she smiled to herself. Time to shine. Taking her position in the middle where her father had been standing. Her eyes found his as he sat on a throne made of crystal. Her feet knew every step. Tantalizing the people as she stepped and turned. Graceful as a butterfly. Copying the movements of the rare creature. Her body poised and seductive. But also beautiful. With the emotions of the dance flowing through her. Her eyes searched the crowd. Wondering where the human male was. Yes, she had captured the eyes of the males in her kingdom. But one she was looking for in particular. Spotting him with a guard behind him. Her cheeks flushed. Seeing that they both spotted the other at the same time. Flashing him a gentle, but seductive smile. Her eyes glinted for a moment. Swiveling her hips and moving her body in a hypnotizing way. Her moves becoming much more saucy and womanly. Though still holding that affectionate manner for her father. Though now she was looking to impress Sir Roland.

When her dance came to an end. She posed herself like a butterfly would. About to take flight through the winds. The applause seemed to rattle the ground. Her sapphire eyes looked toward her father. He was in tears. Which made her feel all the better. Walking over to him. She presented a present. "For you father." And on cue. About 100 Waterfall butterflies were released into the air. They were friendly creatures. But very rare. They surrounded her and her father. And then flew off. When people began to dance and eat and enjoy. She walked over to Sir Roland. With a blush on her cheeks and hope in her eyes. She smiled. "Sir Roland. Would you dance with me?" she asked. Holding out her hand.

 

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Roland made his way to the festivities in time for the start, with a minute or two to spare. Sariaen pulling up along. As they greeted, Sariaen's eyes caught glimpse of the necklace that Roland was wearing.

"Something happen last night?" Sariaen asked, his voice cautious.

"Wolves, wh-. Oh the necklace." Roland responded. "Your sister brought it last night before I could bathe. Must have forgotten to take it off."

"You ran into wolves?"

Roland nodded, "One, a big bastard with teeth that dripped some sort of venom. Not sure why it was by itself, are they solitary here?"

Sariaen shook his head, "No, but the packs are quite a bit smaller, usually no larger than a male and up to three females. Cubs sometimes."

Roland nodded and angled his chin toward the crystalline throne, "Looks like the show is about to start."

The two stepped forward, pressing toward the inner ring of spectators. Isabelle's dance was graceful and fluid, evoking emotions from the crowd at large, very specific emotions from the lone human in the crowd. When the butterflies were released, Roland knew that he alone was staring at Isabelle, everyone else at the beautiful creatures taking flight.

He was about to turn and walk away, food and dance breaking out all over the area when he saw Isabelle walking toward him. "Sir Roland. Would you dance with me?" she asked.

He almost fell into her expressive eyes losing himself in them. After a moment he heard Saraien clear his throat, which pulled Roland back to the present. "I fear I shall embarrass you with my ineptitude at dance, but it would be my pleasure."

He felt the shock from his right as much as he felt the relief washing over him from the front. Taking her hand, they walked to the dance area, and Roland tried his best to imitate the movements he saw the male elves making. In elven he apologized, "I am sorry, my feet are clumsy, a poor present from my parents."

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

With a bright smile as he grabbed her hand. She mouthed a 'thank you' to her brother. The dances of elves were a bit difficult. But he seemed to be getting closer and closer with each step. He didn't step on her feet though. That was a good sign. Chest to chest Isabelle had to smile. He seemed so embarrassed. Shaking her head, she looked up at him with affectionate eyes. "You are wonderful for a beginner." He was quite good with the hold on their language also. Their language was a series of strange sounds. But together were quite beautiful. Almost as seductive as Spanish or french. Luckily the song slowed a bit. Which seemed much better for the both of them. Him, because he seemed to be more in step. and for her because..well. She enjoyed being so close to them. Breasts pushed against his chest. Hand in hand. He was quite the dancer. Blushing. She let the song go on. Quite enjoying their little moment. Then when it was over. She reluctantly slid her hand out of his. Curtsying and with a coo smiled. "Thank you Sir Roland." If only their moment could have lasted a bit longer. Isabelle had had the urge to just kiss him. Maybe later she could be alone with him.

It was a tradition for their to be a father/daughter dance. So when the traditional song came on. Her father. Still fit as a fiddle extended a hand. Isabelle let out a bell like laugh. Letting her father sweep her off her feet. As a little girl. Isabelle remembered having to reach up and stand on her father's feet to dance with him. She could tell her father was thinking the same thing. He got a bit teary about it. This would be the first year without the king and queen's dance. Kissing her father on the cheek. She joined her brother and Sir Roland on the side once more. Watching as her father's people presented gifts to him. Knowing her father wouldn't mind too much. Isabelle grasped Sir Roland's hand. Waving to her father as she dragged him off with her brother. The three decided to explore a bit. Beside. The two elven royalty needed to collect some herbs and spices. Gathering them in a woven basket. She picked up a few. All the herbs in the forest had different effects. Some cured, some healed wounds, some were even used for sexual purposes. But those. Those were mostly off limits unless bought. Isabelle had heard of one that made men more pleasurable in bed. Or made woman give a male more pleasure. Some made breasts bigger. Others made a man's length bigger. There was even one that heightened want and desire. She never went near them. Gathering some herbs for health. She must have walked by one of the herbs. Her blood began to pump. And she felt her temperature rise. Cursing herself, she told her brother she would meet him and Sir Roland back at the palace. Walking back, she only felt her desire grow. The arousal between her legs was becoming too much to bare. But, she was still out in the open. The problem with those herbs was. They didn't lose effect until the user was sexually sated. Going back to her room. She closed the door. Putting the herbs down. By this time. Her desire and arousal was heightened unimaginably.

Breathing a bit heavily. Her mind flashed to Sir Roland. If only he were there to sate her. Many times she had felt such a feeling. But not this needy. Not like this at all. Reaching under her dress. Her fingers ran over the lace of her panties. They were soaked with her arousal. Just the touch made her shiver. She would need to please herself. Since that was the only thing she could do. Her delicate fingers reached down under the cloth. Brushing over the skin. Just that made her moan quietly. Images of the human came back to her mind. Oh she was hooked on him. Just the thought made her even wetter. Purring as she rubbed herself slowly. Isabelle whispered his name. Wishing it was him doing these things to her. Her two fingers rubbed her clit slowly. Making her moan and quiver with lust. She loved the feeling. But still. She felt alone. Suddenly. She heard foot steps. Gasping quietly. The elven princess pulled her dress back down and heard voices. It was Sir Roland! No..he wouldn't have the romantic feelings she had for him... But still. The thought of him made her shiver. Walking over to the door. She saw he was alone. "Sir..Sir Roland? How was collecting herbs?" she asked quietly. Just the sight of him have her chills. Blushing a bit. She ran her fingers through her silver curls.

 

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The dance was the most excruciating tease Roland had ever suffered. It seemed Isabelle's body was in constant contact with his. Breasts, hips, hands, tauntingly the lips came close but never quite found his. By the time their dance was over, he was near to orgasm, but his balls ached from the load they churned up, but had to keep.

After the dance Roland went to stand with Sariaen and watched as Isabelle danced with her father.

"She likes you," Sariaen said.

Roland struggled with the lump in his throat, and auditory proof of the lump in his loins as he croaked, "She is something special."

Sariaen's head whipped to look at Roland, "ROLAND!" he hissed. "You know nothing can come of this."

Roland snapped, "Tell me something I don't fucking know, Sariaen."

Whatever Sariaen was going to say, he swallowed as his sister returned and began tugging the man and elf away with her.

She and Sariaen began picking herbs for some special concoction that they needed to make for their father and drink with him the following morning. Something about sharing the mind, whatever that meant.

Roland followed along feeling his mission slipping away from him and only in its first full day. His mind ran lurid scene after lurid scene of Isabelle naked, bent double beneath him as he drove his cock into her harder and harder.

The sound of her voice as she chanted his name as pleasure overtook her.

Shaking his head, he tried to clear the thoughts out of his mind, he was fixating on her, and that could only lead to world class shit storms.

Sometime later she came up to the two men, he face was flush and she was panting as if in the throes of passion. Roland looked at her keeping his face as unreadable as possible as she explained she would meet them at the palace.

The two of them nodded and headed back to the palace quietly. Eventually Roland said, "I will tell her tonight nothing can come of an involvement between us."

Sariaen nodded, "Thank you."

Several hours later Roland headed to Isabelle's room, his speech practiced, knowing that it was the best he could manage in such short notice. The speeches he had memorized for the first couple of days didn't have a contingency for this.

She opened the door as he knocked on it. Her face was flushed, eyes slightly dilated. The way her arm moved forced her breast against the thin material of her dress, and he could clearly see the nipple was engorged, rising through the fabric, not unlike what Roland's cock was suddenly doing.

The speech flew out of his mind; all thought and reason with it. In one fluid motion, Roland stepped into her room, heeled the door closed and swept Isabelle off her feet, spun her around holding her firmly against the door, her feet dangling some 10 inches off the ground and kissed her.

A ravenous kiss, his mouth assaulted hers momentarily, then he felt her yield into the kiss. His tongue powered its way into her mouth, lancing her tongue, then dancing with it as he licked across the crowns of her teeth. Her ankles hooked behind his knees and Roland drove his hard cock against her mons, grinding willing the layers of clothing between them to disappear.

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

One moment the princess was asking of herbs. The next, she had been propped and shoved against her bedroom door. Being literally ravished by the human guest. Blinking, her body was suddenly set ablaze by his kisses and touch. With quiet sound of pleasure. Isabelle welcomed to long awaited contact of the two. Had she been oblivious to the fact that maybe he felt the same way? Or were his desires blinding him. Either way. The effects of the herb were still fresh on her. And she needed someone to help her. Who else but Sir Roland? With the fire burning in her core. Her body greeted his with the utmost welcome. Purring against his hot kisses. Their lips meeting and melding against one another. Her sleek legs hooking around him, the cloth of her gown trailing down them. Shivers shot through her petite form as he grinded against her. Pushing the clothes to disappear. Even through the clothing, she felt his length. How incredible it was. No elf man could ever compare. Many of her friends bragged about their own mates. But none would ever beat Sir Roland. Rolling her hips to meet his own. She felt him brush over her sensitive spots. Making her cringe gently. Her dainty hand reached backwards to turn the lock on her door. This was a moment none would interrupt. No one could catch them. Elves and elves. That was the only things they ever knew. Mating or romancing with anyone outside of the race would be scandalous. And in most eyes. Wrong. But for all she cared. They could turn the other way. No elven man could ever woo her like Sir Roland was. The taste of his lips were enough to soak her panties. Her fantasies of him were coming true. He was such a beautiful and handsome creature. Reaching up to cup his face gentle. Even if the kiss was the exact opposite. The feelings of lust were accompanied by ones of a romantic meaning. No one was like him. Even with not knowing him for a long while. He was defiantly different. Defiantly worth the risk.

Mind now clouded by lust and the want to please him. She contemplated the risk. This was wrong. But forbidden fruit. Was by far the sweetest. Licking her lips a bit, she cupped his face with both her hands. Pulling him closer to her. Which brought her more against the door. At long last. The two were finally able to pull away. Panting heavily for the relief of air. But no relief came to her. All she wanted was to please him. Her relief was with him. With partly lidded eyes, that were clouded with lust and many hints of affection. She showered his face and neck with hot kisses. Still lifted in his arms. He was quite muscular. Having no trouble whisking her into his arms. Still adorned with the clothes of his own people. Her lips curled into a smile. If she was stuffy and hot with her own garments. He must be dying. Taking his hand. She let him run his fingers through her long, silver locks. Enjoying the way his fingers gently stroked each strand. Somehow in the midst of it all. They had ended up on her bed. Her totally under his control as he loomed over her. Blushing at the thought of a pleasure filled night with him. Her heart raced. She would enjoy it. As they met in another kiss she pulled away to whisper in a breathy tone. "Sir Roland..." She whispered. Kissing his neck gently. Moving to nibble on his ear. Her hands beginning to want these clothes off. Her cotton like breasts pressed against him. Not afraid of his touch. She welcomed when he wanted to strip her of her gown. Having been going to bed right after 'relieving' herself. She wore nothing but her laced night gown and her now soaked panties. Feeling suddenly embarrassed she looked away. Nearly shying away from his eyes as they ran over her form. Did..did he think she was beautiful? Her tanned skin was perfect. No tan lines from days outside, but still sheen and shining. Her breasts bounced slightly with every little movement. Large and perky. An ideal for most wives of elven men. She had no knowledge of what beauty was to humans. But she hoped her body pleased him. She hoped she herself pleased him.

Wanting to feel the warmth of his touch. Her fingers curled around his hands as she sat up. Bringing them against her breasts. Gently. Since his hands were a bit cold at first. But instantly warming up. His firm and large hands, also felt very gentle and caressing to her sensitive skin. Moaning quietly as the contact. Isabelle bit her lip. Sariaen had told him something. While she was dancing, she could see it. Of course. Isabelle didn't blame her brother...but.. She truly wanted a chance to be with Sir Roland. "Do I please you?" She whispered seductively. Hoping to tease him. Still being quite romantic with her touches and kisses. Opening her beautiful eyes. She whispered in his ears. "I do....like you a lot Sir Roland.." She hoped that didn't stop him. Or that wasn't the case in his own feelings.

 

[a_libertine]

Roland was panting the physical strain of not ravishing her then and there was harder than he would have imagined. As Isabelle brought his hand up to her breast, he gasped at the full firmness of it, at the feel of herhard nipple pressing into the palm of his hand.

His mouth kissed her fully, his tongue dancing with hers. His free hand worked its way up to her hair, and he intwined his fingers in it, pulling her back slightly, opening her mouth up to him fully.

His cock strained at his trousers, a spot of pre-cum beginning to soak through. More than anything he wanted her to take is cock in hand and stroke it until she relieved him of some of the tremendous pressure building in his balls.

"Yes," he moaned, "You are very pleasing."

Cupping her breast he lowered his mouth to her nipple, wetly sucking it into his mouth, his hot tongue caressing the nub gently, yet firmly. His saliva soaked into her gossamer nightgown which virtually disappeared as it became wet.

Her hand wrapped around his neck, holding his head in position as he lavished her breast with his tongue. As she moaned his name, his mind heard Saraien's voice, the moan a shout.

"Y-your brother," he gasped in shock. "Oh, Isabelle, Saraien will have me exiled if we do this." His voice was anguished with the certainty of what would happen if they were caught.

"I could not live to be separated from you like that."

 

[KawaiiChibiLust]

The heat of his tongue against her hardened nipple was enigh to make her moan. Isabelle cooed his name a few times. Glad she pleased him so. Hand locked on his neck in a gentle manner. The elven princess moaned again. Saivoring the moments that were to be held between the soon to be lovers. With all her soul and heart. Isabelle wanted that. Being truly aroused by this, her eyes watched Sir Roland affectionately. Everything seemed so perfect. But then what had been haunting her subconscious came back to bite her. Sir Roland began to explain what her brother had said to him. Her brother could rot at that moment for all she cared. Giving him the most gentle of looks. She leaned down. Kissing his forehead. Then caressing the side of his worried face.

"Dearest Sir Roland. Even I know the risk." Hearing how he not want to be seperated from her, as her to him. Her eyes went soft. "I couldn't bear it either...But..." Her lips pressed back onto his in the most loving and deepest of kisses. "I cannot go another second. Not being with you..." Her hand brushed over his pants. Through his clothing she rubbed his cock. Her body giving back into the love and lust of it all. Tugging at his pants. They removed them. Discarding them onto the floor. Soon leaving him bare. And to her disposal. She didn't want him to worry. Isabelle could keep a secret... And this one. This one would be her treasure. And she would treat her lover as one. Elven woman were faithful. And when in love. They truly did love. Grasping his large girth. Her face flushed a bit. Her hand was warm as she curled around it. Indeed she was a virgin. But. The ways of pleasure were to come easy. The pressure in his cock was building more with her sweet caressing. It would be moments before he shot his load. Stroking him at a moderate place. Her thumb rubbing slowly against the head. Her lips pressed against his ear. Kissing and nibbling on it. Isabelle soon spoke in a sultry voice. "I wish to taste you." Leaning over. She studied his largeness. Impressive. Even more so then an elven man. Her lips locked down over it. Her hot breath stimulated it. That seemed to send him over the edge. As she heard his beautiful moan. Her mouth was suddenly filled with a thick, hot liquid. He came so much. She moaned herself. The taste was mouth watering. Swallowing it. She purred. Already wanting more. His cum would become addictive to his princess. At the sight of his pleasure. Isabelle shivered a bit. Feeling her arousal throb for his attention. The thick and musky taste stayed in her mouth. Taking his hand again she slid it under the lacey panties. Letting his fingers run over her wettening folds. The meer touch made her cry. "More..." She pleaded. Isabelle needed his touch. She need relief... Her love juices seemed to coat his fingers more. "...Sir Roland..." Her breathless whisper echoed.

Whimpering for him to go on. Her eyes lidded and soft. Filled with romantic lust. Bringing her lips against his. Isabelle welcomed the pleasure he would soon be giving him.

 

[a_libertine]

Isabelle's hands held his in place as he massaged her sex gently, spreading her increasing wetness around the folds of her labium. The heat felt as if it would melt the tips of his fingers off and as he pressed his middle finger within her welcoming womanhood, he gasped at the sheer tightness of her sex.

Slowly, never fully withdrawing his hand from her, he peeled her two articles of clothing off, first the gown, then her even more gossamer panties. A thin line of silver hair, cropped close acted as a guide for Roland's mouth and tongue as he passed her stomach.

Settling around her clit, Roland sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flicking across it rapidly, then slowly. The pressure exerted by his tongue going from light to heavy in time with the licking motion. His name thundered out of Isabelle's mouth as the first wave of pleasure crashed through her body.

He moved back up her body, a meandering journey taking several minutes, all the while his middle finger plunged gently in and out of her sex, bumping into a thin protective layer. Whispering he asked, "You have never...?"

Her mouth seemed incapable of proper operation, and Isabelle resorted to shaking her head violently left and right. Rolling on top of her, his hard cock head pressing against her opening, he whispered, "Then I accept this gift you give, and the responsibilities, and consequences it involves."