Turning of the Tide (Looking for one creative female)

[LucianDevine]

War ravaged the land. Hardly anybody even knew what had started the war, and what was worse, nobody seemed to care. The dwarves were secluded up in their mountains, decidedly neutral, but as for humans and elves, it was a different story.

The war had started well over twenty years ago. Barely anything at all to an elf, but more than enough time for more than one glory seeking human to join upon coming of age and retire.

The lands to the west of the continent belonged to the elves, and the east belonged to the humans, that much was uncontested. As for the middle ground, the ground had been practically split asunder by all of the artillery and fire traps that had been used.

The battle lines of each were constantly fluctuating as each side tried to outwit the other and gain the upper hand that might turn, or possibly even end the war.

The elves were a proud and noble people, always had been, always would be. As such, they didn't tend to hire on too many mercenaries except in very crucial situations. The humans however, were all about mercenaries. They didn't ask any questions other than, "Do you wanna kill some elves?" It was only for that reason that the humans had started to push the elves back. It was a slow push, but it was steady none-the-less.
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Blood coated the huge battlefield. Human and elf alike lay dying. The battle was over for the most part, except for one curious formation of elves. The humans had all but pulled back for the night, which is what made this particular batch stand out from the rest. The reason for this circle was of course a man.

Darion's eyes flitted back and forth from elf to elf. He knew how it had happened, and he'd tried to stop it, but his men had been too eager. The enemy had pulled back their center, a common ploy. Unfortunately, Darion had been leading a fairly young company, with only a few veterans, and the moment they saw the elves pulling back, they charged forward.

Darion wore a fine suit of mithril chainmail. It had been by the elves, but few humans would admit it. Over the mithril he wore plates guarding his shins and calves, his thighs, his forearms, biceps, and of course a breastplate covering his chest and back. Curiously enough though, as many of the elves surrounding him commented quietly about, was the helmet. Despite the fact that his weapons and armor told the story of an agile warrior who would want to be able to see as much as he could, Darion wore a heavy helmet that covered his entire face, with only his eyes showing.

Darion's reason for this was quite valid, but he dared not tell any of the elves of it. He was posing as a mercenary, but he was in fact the prince of the king who led the human army. Even worse was that he was a half-breed bastard half-elf. His mother had been human, and she had been raped by an elvish warrior on a night raid, or so he had been told.

The king had of course been so ashamed of the incident, and the child that had ensued that he had his wife banished, especially after she failed to bear any more children after Darion. Worse for him yet, was that since Darion was in fact the only one to even slightly pose as an heir, the king had to keep him around until he remarried and hopefully had an heir of his own blood.

As such, Darion's past had been kept strictly secret, he'd been forbade to talk about it, and his social interactions had been horribly restricted. IT was for those reasons that Darion had taken to the sword, or swords rather was the better term, for he bore two scimitars.

Darion had caught on quickly, and when he had heard that The Tempest was going to arrive to teach some of the king's best, of course Darion had been there. Even then, Darion had worn the helm, hiding his identity. Only six other men in addition to himself had passed The Tempest's tests and been allowed to learn from him. And learn he did, The Tempest was said to be the finest warrior on this continent or the next.

So there he was, Prince Darion, taught by The Tempest, with all the other six who had learned from him dead around him. Scattered around the bodies of Darion and the other six were no less than fifty elven warriors, and it was this that caused the hesitation among the elves. Many of them had bows pointed at the long figured standing in the center, but it was hardly necessary. Blood flowed freely down his left leg, and that arm hung limp at his side. Darion's head was hung low, and he was breathing heavily. He was tired, exhausted, and ready to drop, yet some unknown force kept him up. Clenched in his other hand was one of his scimitars.

The elves surrounding him weren't quite sure what to do with him. Yes, it would be easy to kill him, but would the general want someone such as he dead or alive? One of the soldiers ran off in the direction of the generals tent, leaving the others back to guard the stranger.

When the messenger came upon the general's tent he was allowed inside. The man removed his helmet and bowed his head respectfully before the general. As fate would have it though, the general was not only that, but a queen as well, and one of the finest leaders and tacticians the elves had ever had or seen. "General, there is a..situation. We have a man we need you to check out." The elf knew he was taking a chance, but he hoped she was in a good mood from the victory.

OOC: What I have in mind for this, is that for starters the queen/general will go to the circle. At seeing him and what's around him, she decides to approach. It's then that she'd notice that through the narrow eye slits of his helmet, she can see brown almond shaped eyes, a telltale sign that he's half-elf. She'd take him prisoner, and eventually he'd offer to help her, after hearing her side of the story and the war.

What I need is a creative and strong-willed female writer to play the part as the general/queen. You may look as you wish. I do however, prefer somebody who can build sexual attention. I plan for her and Darion to fall in love, but are plagued by the war, protocol, prejudices, and the like.

FYI: I am open to suggestions about where the story could go or end up, so pm me if you're interested. Please pm me before posting.

 

[sfaigon]

Queen Eärwen: Sovreign

Queen Eärwen surveyed the destruction all around her as elves and humans alike lay strewn on the land blood seeping from deep lacerations. The sound of the dying and wounded assaulted her pointed ears. The age-long war between the humans and the forest folk had devastated life all along what the elves called Edhellond, the middle land.

The Queen sighed as she gazed with teary eyes at the destruction of all she loved and cherished. Truly life was sacred to the elves and they strained to protect it and destroy all who seek to end it. She wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve and turned around as a messenger entered her command tent.

The platinum-haired messenger sank down to one knee as he addressed his sovereign in Elvish. The rich tongue cascaded off his tongue in excited staccato bursts between breaths.

"My Queen, enthroned between the gods of this world and the gods of..." He was silenced as the Queen stared at him.

"Just get to the point Lanolar. We don't have much time before we advance." She scolded him.

"Of course my queen." He took a deep breath and delivered his good news. "We had managed to secure one of the enemy's most valued commanders." Then he gazed into her eyes his own piercing blues shadowed by her even more bright green eyes. He broke the gaze. "I was hoping that we may be able to learn something from him. I'll bring him to the command tent at once."

Eärwen stopped him by raising her hand. "No. I'll come to him."

"But my queen. He is extremely dangerous and slaughtered scores of our own with only the help of his sword!" Lanolar protested worried about her safety.

"Don't worry about me. I'll have my best guarding me. Even him with all his reputation can't dream of going against 20 of forest folk. And don't forget that I am a formidable swordself myself."

The elf stepped back and gestured towards the exit. "My lady. Let me escort you to him now."

Queen Eärwen nodded and strapped on her maiden's helper, a long knife with an enchanted ivory handle and a rippled blade that was enchanted never to break. She was led to a small tent where the prisoners were secured. She raised a brow as the larger humans glared at her.

Eärwen changed to the guttural language of the humans, the foreign tongue causing her tongue to itch.

"Great knights of Tempest, you are valiant soldiers. I beseech you as an ambassador of the forest to hear me out." Eärwen took a deep breath as she searched for the right words. "Many years I have watched as my people were taken from their homes and forced into a life of slavery and poverty. I will not watch any longer. My ancestors launched this campain over two centuries ago, hoping to end the suffering of life. Do you know how much it pains us when one suffers? How much more so when thousands die in a matter of days! But it must be done. We will NOT allow you destroy the land of our forefathers. We will NOT let you take our men and women and sell them as chatell. We will NOT let you destroy the futures of our children!"

Eärwen was furious now as her tone escalated. Then she took a visible breath to calm herself. Her cool demeanor resurfaced.

"However we will allow you to live among the elves. You must learn to respect life." With that said she allowed her eyes to scan the prisoners.

Queen Eärwen stopped as piecing eyes gazed back at her defiantly. She gasped as the eyes staring back into her own weren't the average humans. Rather they weren't human at all! The almond shaped orbs screamed "ELF!" at her. Eärwen was riveted to her position as she continued to blatantly stare at him.

She turned towards her royal guard and spoke to the captain in the language of the elves the language of power, a language elves were born with. "Wait. Why is one of our own among their ranks?"

The captain's eyes widened as he scanned the crowd and met the eyes of the one. " Queen Eärwen I truly don't know." He was about to gesture at the warrior when she stopped him.

"No. I want to talk to him. Alone." She said.

"Yes, my queen." He pointed at the rather large man. "You four..." He gestured towards the elves around him. "Secure that prisoner and bring him to the command tent."


The four elfen warriors led the chosen one to the Queen's tent as she arrived before them. They sat him on a fine chair and stood guard beside the Queen.

Eärwen looked at the man as she surveyed his rather large build, too large for an elf. She took at steadying breath before she spoke.

"Who are you?" She tilted her head inquisitively as she spoke in Elemmírë, the language of the elves. "Why do you have the forest's eyes?" She walked over towards him until she took his helm covered head in her small hands. Again, "who are you?" She asked as she stared to rub the dirt and grime from the lustrous helmet. She looked into his visor.

"Remove your helmet, knight."

 

[LucianDevine]

Darion watched the elves as they watched him. It was unclear how long they remained that way, he standing, on the point of collapse, and they watching him guardedly with weapons bared.

Eventually, one of the elves sheathed his weapon. Darion watched as the elf male approached. The man's hands were out, and his palms up. Darion's grip on his weapon tightened, but he didn't attack the man as he stepped to within ten feet.

"I admire your courage and strength sir knight, but even you must know that the fight is lost. If you lower your weapon and allow yourself to be escorted from this place of death, I promise that no harm will come to you.

Darion remained where he stood for a few long moments. Inwardly, he was considering his options and alternatives. To surrender meant that his heritage would undoubtedly be found out, and who knows what would happen after that.

In the end however, Darion's only choice was obvious. With obvious reluctance, Darion released his grip on his blade. The elven-crafted blade fell to the bloodied grass. Darion watched as the elf man before him stepped forward and scooped up not one, but both of his swords. It didn't pass his notice as the man gazed appreciatively over the elven craftsmanship.

Soon after, Darion found himself in a tent with the rest of the captured. As of yet though, the wound on his leg had not been treated, and a small trickle of blood still oozed from the wound. Likewise, his broken left arm still hung uselessly beside him. Every man captured watched as an eloquent elven woman entered the tent. She was flanked by no less than twenty armed guards. It was obvious that this woman was important, and deadly force would be used if any attempt was made to harm her.

"Great knights of Tempest, you are valiant soldiers. I beseech you as an ambassador of the forest to hear me out. Many years I have watched as my people were taken from their homes and forced into a life of slavery and poverty. I will not watch any longer. My ancestors launched this campain over two centuries ago, hoping to end the suffering of life. Do you know how much it pains us when one suffers? How much more so when thousands die in a matter of days! But it must be done. We will NOT allow you destroy the land of our forefathers. We will NOT let you take our men and women and sell them as chatell. We will NOT let you destroy the futures of our children!"

Eärwen was furious now as her tone escalated. Then she took a visible breath to calm herself. Her cool demeanor resurfaced.

"However we will allow you to live among the elves. You must learn to respect life." With that said she allowed her eyes to scan the prisoners.

Darion's eyes were gazing appreciatively at the woman's beauty, and when her brown elven gaze met his, he knew that she had seen more than the rest of her men. He swallowed hard as a look of recognition crossed her face. She then turned to speak to one of the men accompanying her. The man whom she had spoken to quickly scanned the crowd, but since it was too late, Darion let his brown elven gaze lock with that man's as well.

"You four..." He gestured towards the elves around him. "Secure that prisoner and bring him to the command tent." Darion watched first as the man pointed to him, and then as the four chosen guards approached him. With a soft and resigned sigh, Darion let himself be escorted once more. What kept him on his feet he didn't know, but he wasn't sure how long that strength would hold out.

Darion was led to the largest tent in the camp. When he entered, he saw the woman standing behind a large table. the guards made to make him sit, but Darion refused without force. It was obvious that he had not the strength to fight them, so they moved to stand guardedly beside the woman.

"Who are you?" She tilted her head inquisitively as she spoke in Elemmírë, the language of the elves. "Why do you have the forest's eyes?" She walked over towards him until she took his helm covered head in her small hands. Again, "who are you?" She asked as she stared to rub the dirt and grime from the lustrous helmet. She looked into his visor.

"Remove your helmet, knight."

Darion bowed his head, turning it to the side to avoid her gaze at her first question. Still, he didn't resist her when she approached him and grabbed his helmet, forcing him to meet her gaze. "I am but a warrior ma'am, a mercenary." Darion said softly in perfect Elemmírë. At the woman's last words, Darion let his head sag once more. He took a brief moment before he did as she asked. His right hand lifted, and with only the slightest hesitation, Darion removed his helmet.

The moment Darion removed his helmet, his heritage was clear for all to see. He was tall, an even six feet flat. He weighed about one-hundred seventy-five pounds. His shoulders and chest were broad, and his arms strong, even his legs were wiry and firm from use. Darion's hair was short and black, but as always, it was his eyes that gave away his half-elven nature. His eyes were big, brown, and almond-shaped, just like hers and every other elf.

At that point, Darion wholly expected to die. He was wounded, unarmed, and exhausted, and it showed in his posture. There was naught for him to do but stand and wait for the condemnation that he assumed was coming. Still though, despite that, his gaze was steady and strong. "What else would you ask of a half-elf before you condemn him to die milady?" Darion's question was straightforward, and he didn't flinch in the slightest as he spoke so plainly about his death.

 

[sfaigon]

Queen Eärwen

"I am but a warrior ma'am, a mercenary." The half-elf, for it was clear that was what he was, looked up in her eyes as he spoke in perfect Elemmírë. His tone was rich and haunting as he formulated the foreign words with no difficulty. Then he removed his helmet.

Queen Eärwen gasped as his undoubtedly elven features came into view. But there were a few minute differences. His jaw was stronger, his face was broader, his pointed ears didn't peak as highly as hers, he lacked the flawless complexion of the forest folk. He was... dirty, bloodied. He was... handsome. Eärwen took a breath as his gorgeous orbs looked into her eyes.

Queen Eärwen heard his question but didn't answer immediately as her hands felt down his thick shoulders and muscular chest. He was large. Much larger than elven men. Eärwen moaned softly out of ear range as her hands traced his large arms to find them broken. She gulped as she removed herself from him. She replayed his question in her mind.

"What else would you ask of a half-elf before you condemn him to die milady?"

He had asked the question as blatantly as asking about the weather. What courage. No fear of death in this one. Eärwen ran a hand through her raven hair as she thought the matter through.

"I did mean what I said when I spoke of elves loving life in all of its forms. I have already permitted for your men to live under the instruction of the elves. I do not take back words uttered by mouth. Never will we seek to harm you as long as your actions are docile." She took a breath, her tone much softer than when she spoke to the magnitudes. It was quiet, understanding, even vulnerable. Her youth and inexperience surfaced as she patted her dress down drawing attention to her rather large breasts, wide hips, and an athletic hourglass figure.

"You however are different. The moment I laid my eyes on you I knew you for what you were." She said as she leaned closer. "How did you come to be?" She asked with her bright brown eyes sparkling in excitement.

Eärwen felt bone shift under her hands as she grasped his arms. Feeling him flinch slightly, she gestured at an elf for medical supplies. She listened to his story while she worked, binding his broken bones expertly while she spoke a word of enchantment protecting his wounds from developing more serious.

"You can trust me." She said.

 

[LucianDevine]

Darion tried not to notice the lingering touches of the elf woman. He was as stoic as possible as he felt her hands brush past his shoulders and down his strong chest. In fact, it wasn't until her hand brushed over his left arm that he finally flinched.

"I did mean what I said when I spoke of elves loving life in all of its forms. I have already permitted for your men to live under the instruction of the elves. I do not take back words uttered by mouth. Never will we seek to harm you as long as your actions are docile." She took a breath, her tone much softer than when she spoke to the magnitudes. It was quiet, understanding, even vulnerable. Her youth and inexperience surfaced as she patted her dress down drawing attention to her rather large breasts, wide hips, and an athletic hourglass figure.

"You however are different. The moment I laid my eyes on you I knew you for what you were." She said as she leaned closer. "How did you come to be?" She asked with her bright brown eyes sparkling in excitement.

Darion could tell by the look in the woman's face that she had a grand story in her head, one of a forbidden romance and love, somehow managing despite war and racial prejudices. His face softened though as he spoke, undoubtedly a tale she was not expecting.

"I am a child of rape milady. An elven warrior took advantage of my mother during one of their raids. My father, after seeing me, banished my mother to another country. He was left without a true heir, just a bastard half-elf." Darion's brown elven gaze locked with the woman's as he continued. "I left as soon as I could, taking up the only profession a half-elf can find nowadays."

She listened to his story while she worked, binding his broken bones expertly. When she was finished, his arm was in a sling. His leg still trickles blood, but for now at least, he could stand.

Darion had intentionally left out the part about him being trained by the tempest. The less she knew about his training, the less likely that she would soon have him killing other humans.

 

[sfaigon]

Eärwen

"I am a child of rape milady. An elven warrior took advantage of my mother during one of their raids. My father, after seeing me, banished my mother to another country. He was left without a true heir, just a bastard half-elf." The warrior's brown elven gaze locked with the the Queen's as he continued. "I left as soon as I could, taking up the only profession a half-elf can find nowadays."

Eärwen swallowed as she bound his arm into a sling listening to his deep, rich tone. She frowned at his mention of an elven warrior raping his mother and producing an elven bastard. She shook her head at his ommission.

"No. That's not possible." She flushed with shame. "That's not possible. Elves are raised not for violence." She shook her head again in denial. "That's just not possible."

Eärwen stroked the stubble on his face as she examined the differences between human and elf. Most half-breeds weren't as beautiful as either of their parents. The coding in their DNA usually rejected the mixing of the races, producing ugly offspring. However, the case wasn't for the large man in front of her.

What's his name? I can't keep calling him Sir Knight. She was about to ask when a messenger burst into her tent univited. On any other occasion, she would have drawn against him and challenge him. But not in this case. The messenger was breathing raggedly as he spoke.

"My Queen. One of the prisoners escaped during the changing of the guard. He is roaming between our tents. Already there have been two elven casualties, both women." He was furious in his rage, like a lion challenged.

The messenger stopped abruptly as he stared at the strange man in the Queen's tent. What is this? He thought to himself as he drew his sword. Eärwen immediately stepped forward and put out a restraining hand.

"Wait! I had called for this one! He was with me the whole time." She explained as she felt the warrior fidget behind her.

Eärwen looked at the tent entrance. She drew her dagger.

"Take a score of your best men and search the tents." She looked apolegitically at her prisoner. "When you find the offender, kill him. We can't be having the rest of the humans slaughtering us in our own tents."

 

[LucianDevine]

Darion stood before the woman, surprised that he was allowing her the freedom of touching him so liberally. Still, he didn't resist as she tended to his wounds, and then as she reached up to cup his cheeks, her soft hands grazing over the stubble on his face.

"No. That's not possible." She flushed with shame. "That's not possible. Elves are raised not for violence." She shook her head again in denial. "That's just not possible."


Darion knew that for the most part her words were true, but he had no basis on which to compare what he knew and what he'd heard, so he believed what he'd been told. The fact that it had all been a lie, and his mother had had an affair with an elf hadn't even occurred to him until just then. He shook his head slowly, and was about to speak when a male elf burst into the tent.

"My Queen. One of the prisoners escaped during the changing of the guard. He is roaming between our tents. Already there have been two elven casualties, both women." He was furious in his rage, like a lion challenged.

The messenger stopped abruptly as he stared at the strange man in the Queen's tent. What is this? He thought to himself as he drew his sword. Eärwen immediately stepped forward and put out a restraining hand.

"Wait! I had called for this one! He was with me the whole time." She explained. Meanwhile, Darion fidgeted slightly behind her. It wasn't so much that his life was in danger, it was more the title of the woman before him that had caught him by surprise. He had of course suspected that she was an officer, perhaps the general, but he never would have imagined that she was a queen. With another shake of his head, Darion forced his eyes to focus on the present.

"Take a score of your best men and search the tents." She looked back at him, an apologetic look on her face.. "When you find the offender, kill him. We can't be having the rest of the humans slaughtering us in our own tents."

As the man ran off, he cast another look back at Darion. When he was out of sight, Darion moved to lean against the large table that was in the center of the queen's tent. He groaned slightly at the pain in his freshly bandaged left leg, now bound fully from knee to thigh.

"I suppose it's only a matter of time before they come for me. What do you think they'll do to me?"

Darion again spoke without fear, his gaze calm as he looked at the queen. He was unarmed and injured. If either of the two were not true, he wouldn't have been too worried about his survival, but since both were true, he was willing to accept his fate as it was dealt to him.

 

[sfaigon]

Eärwen

Eärwen sighed as she realized that the warrior knew who she was.

She was about to introduce herself when he spoke.

"I suppose it's only a matter of time before they come for me. What do you think they'll do for me?" He asked without fear.

Eärwen shook her head refusing to accept that. "No, Sir Knight. I will never let that happen. You've done nothing wrong. You can't condemn a whole race based on one man's action can you?" She asked him.

"Sir Knight, we have not be properly introduced. I am the Queen of the Elves, but I go by Eärwen. You may refer to me however you want as you are not bound by the laws of the elves. However, I must ask you to refer to me as Queen Eärwen or my queen when in presence of others." She offered her hand, a custom she knew belonged to men. "And what may your name be noble warrior?"

 

[LucianDevine]

Eärwen shook her head refusing to accept that. "No, Sir Knight. I will never let that happen. You've done nothing wrong. You can't condemn a whole race based on one man's action can you?" She asked him.

"Sir Knight, we have not be properly introduced. I am the Queen of the Elves, but I go by Eärwen. You may refer to me however you want as you are not bound by the laws of the elves. However, I must ask you to refer to me as Queen Eärwen or my queen when in presence of others." She offered her hand. "And what may your name be noble warrior?"

Darion let his head bow at her words. He seemed so primitive compared to her. When she introduced herself though, he once more lifted his brown elven gaze to meet hers. At the extension of her hand, Darion acted without hesitation. With a slow and careful motion, caused so by his wrapped leg, Darion lowered himself to a knee. He took her hand in his and lifted his gaze to hers. He then pressed a soft kiss to the top of her hand and spoke.

"My name is Darion, your highness, Darion Durran." It stung a little to have to lie to this woman as he had lied to everybody, but it was necessary. He couldn't let it slip that his real name was Darion Thanos, and that he was the son of the king that sought to destroy her and her people.

With the formalities complete, Darion pushed himself back to his feet, moving to rest once more against the table. It pained him so to be injured like this. He felt weak...helpless.

 

[sfaigon]

Queen Eärwen

Eärwen started to stoop down to help him to his knee but she thought better of it. A man has to have his dignity. So she didn't help him as he got down to his knee to properly introduce himself.

"My name is Darion, your highness, Darion Durran." He introduced himself as he kissed her hand.

There were none of her subjects around, so Eärwen was free to speak as she wished. She giggled, a sign of her young age, at his chivalry.

As Darion struggled to his feet, Eärwen helped him up so that he could lean against the table again. She walked forward to examine the stubble on his face. She was fascinated as no elf was able to grow any. She had heard legends that human men were able to grow head hair on their chins!

Fascinating! She thought to herself as she stroked his chin, entranced with his rough texture. She leaned closer to feel his skin against her lips as she brushed her lips against him. Realizing how close their lips were, Eärwen quickly stepped back, blushing furiously.

"Sorry. Um, your beard is very fascinating." She excused herself. "I just had to feel for myself."

Eärwen noticed as Darion stumbled slightly as his legs trembled. She immediately rushed to him, supporting him, and helped him to a plush overstuffed couch. She pulled her head from under his armpit as he sat.

Eärwen then sat down on the long couch next to him, concern etched across her angular features.

"My lord, are you ok?" She asked as she checked his arm and the wound on his leg. The blood had started to seep through the bandage. Eärwen hurried to her linens and selected a small hand towel. She removed the bandage and cleaned the wound with the towel and a bucket of warm water.

Eärwen looked up at his face now and again to see him wincing slightly every time she brushed the wound. "I'm sorry. But it has to be done." She explained herself as she bound his leg again with fresh bandages. "Good as new!" She announced. Then corrected herself. "Um... good as can be!"

 

[LucianDevine]

As Darion struggled to his feet, Eärwen helped him up so that he could lean against the table again. She walked forward, and Darion stood firm, not resisting her or pushing her away. Darion couldn't help but wonder at himself why he was allowing her all these liberties.

Darion's mind was forced back into the present as he felt her hands touching the stubble on his chin again. She leaned closer to feel his skin against her lips as she brushed her lips against him. Eärwen immediately pulled back blushing furiously, but when their gazes met, Darion's was still soft. As brief as the touch of her lips against his cheek had been, he had felt a certain fire.

"Sorry. Um, your beard is very fascinating." She excused herself. "I just had to feel for myself."

Tastol offered up a slight shrug, but winced as he felt his leg start to quiver. He started to slip, but was surprised when Eärwen moved to catch him. She supported him, and helped him to a plush overstuffed couch. She pulled her head from under his armpit as he sat.

Eärwen then sat down on the long couch next to him, concern etched across her angular features.

"My lord, are you ok?" She asked as she checked his arm and the wound on his leg. The blood had started to seep through the bandage. Eärwen hurried to her linens and selected a small hand towel. She removed the bandage and cleaned the wound with the towel and a bucket of warm water.

Eärwen looked up at his face now and again to see him wincing slightly every time she brushed the wound. "I'm sorry. But it has to be done." She explained herself as she bound his leg again with fresh bandages. "Good as new!" She announced. Then corrected herself. "Um... good as can be!"

Tastol let his gaze turn to her. Something about her just awed him. She was queen and general of the elves, yet so young, fragile, and vulnerable at the same time. The unique combination mystified him. "Good as can be." He said, offering up another small smile.

 

[sfaigon]

Queen Eärwen

Eärwen fidgeted slightly as Tastol gazed at her. He smiled at her sadly.

"Good as can be." He confirmed.

Eärwen sat on one end of the couch with her legs crossed causing the hem of her dress to ride up slightly exposing her calves. She sat there for a long time memorizing his features. She spent moments just focusing on his deep brown eyes before moving onto other parts of his anatomy.

Eärwen scooted a little closer so that she was merely inches away from him. She placed her hands on her knees as she leaned forward to gently hold his wounded leg. Unknown to her, her action had caused her breasts to threaten to spill over the V-neck.

"Are you in much pain?" She asked with her head slightly tilted to the side her brown eyes questioning.

Eärwen reached out for his leg and rubbed around the wounded area gingerly. Her fingers traced the long length of his leg. Her eyes were still questioning as she pouted.

"You should take off the rest of your armor. There might be more injuries I can't see." She frowned.

Eärwen walked over to him and started to slowly undo the bindings on his chest armor. She gasped when she saw the blood-stained undershirt.

"What happened to your chest?" She asked him as she hurriedly undid the rest of his armor. She settled her hands on his muscular chest.

"Your um... shirt's in the way."

 

[LucianDevine]

Eärwen sat on one end of the couch with her legs crossed causing the hem of her dress to ride up slightly exposing her calves. Eärwen scooted a little closer so that she was merely inches away from him. She placed her hands on her knees as she leaned forward to gently hold his wounded leg. Unknown to her, her action had caused her breasts to threaten to spill over the V-neck. Darion turned away when he saw it though, not wanting to insult her hospitality.

"Are you in much pain?" She asked with her head slightly tilted to the side her brown eyes questioning.

Eärwen reached out for his leg and rubbed around the wounded area gingerly. Her fingers traced the long length of his leg. Her eyes were still questioning as she pouted.

"Nah, it's more just warrior pride than anything. Most warriors would prefer a swift death rather than be injured and a burden to those around them." Darion said softly. Still, despite the tension in his body, he rather enjoyed the soft and gentle touch of the lovely elf before him.

"You should take off the rest of your armor. There might be more injuries I can't see." She frowned.

Eärwen walked over to him and started to slowly undo the bindings on his chest armor. She gasped when she saw the blood-stained undershirt.

"What happened to your chest?" She asked him as she hurriedly undid the rest of his armor. She settled her hands on his muscular chest.

"Your um... shirt's in the way."

Darion could tell from the bloodstains on the shirt what had happened, and the memory came back to him clearly. Still though, with a slow and practiced motion, he eased his arm out of the sling. He then slipped his shirt over his head and looked down. It was as he had expected, a pair of diagonal slashes formed an X across his chest. They weren't deep or life threatening, but they were certainly deep enough to bleed and be painful.

Darion kept his left arm as still as possible as he tossed his shirt to the ground. "That..." He said as he eased back up to a straight-backed position. "Was a gift from one of your elite dual-wielding blade masters." Darion was going over the math in his head, and all-in-all, he wasn't entirely happy with how long he knew he was going to be bandaged and far from 100%.

 

[sfaigon]

Darion kept his left arm as still as possible as he tossed his shirt to the ground. "That..." He said as he eased back up to a straight-backed position. "Was a gift from one of your elite dual-wielding blade masters."

Eärwen smiled softly as she cleaned the wound. Then taking a sterile needle and strong thread, she started to stitch his wounds. As she was working, she let her eyes take in his absolute perfection.

"You know you are quite the specimen." She complimented him.

Eärwen closed up the wounds and ran her hands across his massive chest. The muscles came alive underneath her hands whenever he breathed. Eärwen leaned in close to listen to his slower heartbeat. She then leaned back in a more comfortable position as she grasped his face.

This time Eärwen ventured so far as to run her fingers through his thick hair. Oh. Its so much thicker than elf hair! She thought to herself. Realizing what she was doing was improper, she abruptly stopped and slowly slid her hands away from his head.

"So..." She started lamely. "What do you plan to do once your wounds heal?" She asked him as she played with the hem of her dress. Finding a flaw, she lifted it up for inspection.

"Do you think you would be able to walk?" She asked him as she offered a hand. "Would you walk with me?"

 

[LucianDevine]

Eärwen smiled softly as she cleaned the wound. Then taking a sterile needle and strong thread, she started to stitch his wounds. Darion tried to keep his breathing slow and steady while she did. It didn't however pass his notice that her eyes were admiring him.

"You know you are quite the specimen." She complimented him. Darion smiled down at her.

"Thank you Eärwen, I work hard to keep myself in shape."

Eärwen closed up the wounds and ran her hands across his massive chest. The muscles came alive underneath her hands whenever he breathed. Eärwen leaned in close to listen to his slower heartbeat. She then leaned back in a more comfortable position as she grasped his face.

This time Eärwen ventured so far as to run her fingers through his thick hair. Darion was young, but not foolish. He knew why, against everything he'd ever done, and been trained, he allowed Eärwen the liberty to look and touch at her leisure. She was a young and beautiful elf, and he a young and virulent half-elf. Even a blind man could see what each was feeling.

Realizing what she was doing was improper, Eärwen abruptly stopped and slowly slid her hands away from his head.

"So..." She started lamely. "What do you plan to do once your wounds heal?" She asked him as she played with the hem of her dress. Finding a flaw, she lifted it up for inspection.

"Do you think you would be able to walk?" She asked him as she offered a hand. "Would you walk with me?"

The small smile on Darion's face never disappeared, even as he put his hand in hers and let her help him stand. "If you would have me walk with you Eärwen, then it would be my pleasure to."

Darion's gait was slow and stiff, but he did the best that he was able. He became instantly aware of all the elves around him though, the second they left her tent. With a soft sigh, he turned to Eärwen and spoke. "Well, I suppose I really only have two choices, your war council would see to that. I likely either stay as your personal prisoner, or agree to fight for you. Either way my fate is sealed." Darion's face briefly reflected his sadness at his words, but he brightened up, at least a little bit, as he turned to look at Eärwen once more. "What would you have happen to me, if it were up to you?"

 

[sfaigon]

Queen Eärwen

Eärwen watched as the small smile on Darion's face never disappeared, even as he put his hand in hers and let her help him stand. "If you would have me walk with you Eärwen, then it would be my pleasure to."

Eärwen let him lean on her slightly as Darion walked stiffly. Her subjects looked at her with assorted emotions. Disapproval from the elders, caution from some of the men, and jealousy from most of the men and even some of the women!

Eärwen looked at Darion as he spoke. "Well, I suppose I really only have two choices, your war council would see to that. I likely either stay as your personal prisoner, or agree to fight for you. Either way my fate is sealed." Eärwen looked at him. He looks so sad! She thought to herself as he continued. "What would you have happen to me, if it were up to you?"

Eärwen stopped in her tracks at his question. Conflicting emotions ran through her mind. Keep him close to her at all times? Or allow him to fight for the Forest? She decided on the latter.

"It would please me greatly to be keep you to myself as I enjoy your company, but your skills would be wasted. For the sake of my people, I would be honored if you were to fight for the Forest." She waited a second to take a breath.

"It's not often elf custom to do this but, I would like for you to choose. I may not like your choice and may override it, but I would still like to know what you think on the matter." She raised an eyebrow at him "Will you stay as my attendent or will you fight for the elves against your people?"

 

[LucianDevine]

Eärwen let him lean on her slightly as Darion walked stiffly. Her subjects looked at her with assorted emotions. Disapproval from the elders, caution from some of the men, and jealousy from most of the men and even some of the women!

Eärwen stopped in her tracks at his question. "It would please me greatly to be keep you to myself as I enjoy your company, but your skills would be wasted. For the sake of my people, I would be honored if you were to fight for the Forest." She waited a second to take a breath.

"It's not often elf custom to do this but, I would like for you to choose. I may not like your choice and may override it, but I would still like to know what you think on the matter." She raised an eyebrow at him "Will you stay as my attendent or will you fight for the elves against your people?"

This time it was Darion's turn to stop. With sad reluctance, he turned from her. His gaze turned towards the sky and the stars. He thought for a few moments about the choice, but the answer did not come so easily. In the end, his head bowed. As proud as he was, even he could not bring himself to look as such when faced with such a decision.

"I...I just don't know."

Many people who had seen Darion fight had told him that he'd been born to fight...born to kill. It still didn't seem right though, regardless of how good at it he was.

Darion's gaze was still on the stars and sky as he began to speak. "He said I was the best, the best he'd ever trained. He said that I was born to have a sword in my hand, born to shed the blood of the weak." Again, Darion's head bowed. "What kind of a life is that?" Darion turned towards Ellena. "What kind of a life are you living if you live only to kill?"

 

[sfaigon]

Eärwen

Eärwen gasped at Darion's words. She thought over what he had said and sighed.

"What am I to do with you, Sir?" She asked him with a til of her head. "Are you so weary that you dont't have free will?" Then she placed a hand on him. "How about this, how about you accompany me ntil your wounds heal and then we will speak about this again?"

OOC: Two months and thirteen days Later.


IC:

Eärwen studied the half elf's features. He was ruggedly handsome when cleaned up properly. She remembered a few months ago when he had been brought to her tent bloodied and beaten. She had enjoyed nursing him to life, something that no other prisoner had ever been granted.

Eärwen took a deep breath. She had waited long. An excess of half a month, to ask Darion to make his descion. She stepped forward and laid her small hands on his shoulders for they had become quite friendly with each other over the past few weeks.

"Darion, remember when I old you that you can rest and choose?" She took another deep breath. "Now choose."

She was going to miss him dearly but it had to be done. He had to choose.

 

[LucianDevine]

Eärwen gasped at Darion's words. "What am I to do with you, Sir?" She asked him with a til of her head. "Are you so weary that you don't have free will?" Then she placed a hand on him. "How about this, how about you accompany me ntil your wounds heal and then we will speak about this again?"

OOC: Two months and thirteen days Later.


IC:

The time was nothing to that of an elf, but it was an eternity to Darion. His wounds couldn't heal fast enough for his own tastes. While he recovered, he had been kept under close supervision, and Eärwen was never far from his side...or he from hers? Darion never really knew which one of them kept the other close, for close they had become. Over the past couple of weeks, the pair had started to allow each other small liberties, fleeting gazes and touches.

Darion was in Eärwen's tent, and he heard her enter. She stepped forward and laid her small hands on his shoulders. "Darion, remember when I old you that you can rest and choose?" She took another deep breath. "Now choose."

Darion offered up a small smile,. letting his hands move to her hips. As one, their brown elven eyes met. It was nice of her to ask, but Darion knew that what happened to him would be the same, no matter his choice. The elven war council wouldn't allow one as dangerous as him to be released, so he would either fight for them, or not at all.

Darion let his gaze fall briefly to his left arm and leg. He removed his hand briefly from Eärwen's hips. With a slow and practiced motion, he flexed his muscles and fingers. He still felt a small pull that shouldn't have been, but he was pretty much fully healed. His hand returned to her hip as his gaze once more lifted to hers.

"I suppose this day had to come, as much as we both would have wished otherwise. In the end though, we both know that my decision is made, be it by me or your war council. We both know they won't let me leave this camp."

This time it was Darion's turn to take a deep breath. "So, I have decided to stay. I can't yet guarantee how willing I will be to kill humans, but I can at the very least help train your men. Other than that, we'll just have to take things as they come."

 

[sfaigon]

Queen Eärwen

She smiled smally at his words. "I suppose this day had to come, as much as we both would have wished otherwise. In the end though, we both know that my decision is made, be it by me or your war council. We both know they won't let me leave this camp."

Eärwen's small smile faded little by little as he spoke again. "So, I have decided to stay. I can't yet guarantee how willing I will be to kill humans, but I can at the very least help train your men. Other than that, we'll just have to take things as they come."

Eärwen shook her head slightly. "I am glad that you are willing to train recruits but someone like you needs to go on the battlefield."

She looked over his pristine form, so like one of those marble statues. She shook her head when her gaze lingered on his prominent crotch. She stepped forward, out of habit, and laid her hands on his chest, again out of habit.

"Please, Darion. We need you. You may the one to Turn the Tide in favor of the elves." She sighed softly.

"I can sympathize with you about the difficulty of killing your own kind." She shuddered as she recounted the tale.

"A little more than a decade ago, there was a rebellion. Over three hundred elves strove break away from the forest. Our people refused to allow that to happen so restrained them. Seeing over a thousand of our finest soldiers closing in on them, they made a pact and turned on each other, killing themselves rather than going back to the forest." Tears welled up in her eyes.

"All but one. Kurah." His name was a breath on her lips, spoken with reverence. Darion looked at her questionably. She shook her head as if to say, not now let me finish.

"He was the leader of the group. He couldn't think of taking the lives of his own, just like you, and so he waited. For what many didn't know. He was taken prisoner. It is custom among the elves for prisoners to get one request. It may or may not be granted but it was still worth a shot." She wiped her hands on her royal robes, drawing attention to her prominent chest.

"He requested to see an elf. They had been lovers and all others had approved of their joining. Elves don't marry like humans. We seek our starmates, soulmates that have been determined for us. And he was mi...ahem, her soulmate." She drew in another shuddering breath. She looked at her hands.
"He requested that she be the one to execute him. An unreasonable request, but she complied. She was the one whom held the saber above his head. And she was the one who drove it down. Blood stained her hands that day." Eärwen held up her hands for inspection.
"Blood that never washed away completely and stained not only her clothes but her soul." She wrung her hands as if to cleanse them.

"That was the first life I took. My Kurah." She was in genuine distress.

"Why I've told you this, I truly don't know. Do what you will with it but know that not many know of this tale." She hugged him lightly as he ran his fingers through her hair. "I don't know why but I feel as if I can trust you. Don't make me regret my choice."

With a visible effort, Eärwen managed to extract herself from him to stand back and crossed her arms, an entirely human gesture she had learned from him. "I am glad that you decided to stay with us and train. I will be honored to have you serve under me."

Eärwen stood up straighter with her shoulders held back. "Sir Darion, I would be honored if you joined me in battle, as my Right Guard."

She was really hoping he would accept for she wanted to keep him close to herself, just in case.

 

[LucianDevine]

Eärwen shook her head slightly. "I am glad that you are willing to train recruits but someone like you needs to go on the battlefield." She stepped forward then, out of habit, and laid her hands on his chest, again out of habit. Their brown eyes locked once more as she spoke again.

"Please, Darion. We need you. You may the one to Turn the Tide in favor of the elves." She sighed softly.

"I can sympathize with you about the difficulty of killing your own kind." She shuddered as she recounted the tale.

"A little more than a decade ago, there was a rebellion. Over three hundred elves strove break away from the forest. Our people refused to allow that to happen so restrained them. Seeing over a thousand of our finest soldiers closing in on them, they made a pact and turned on each other, killing themselves rather than going back to the forest." Tears welled up in her eyes.

"All but one. Kurah." His name was a breath on her lips, spoken with reverence. Darion looked at her questionably. She shook her head as if to say, not now let me finish.

"He was the leader of the group. He couldn't think of taking the lives of his own, just like you, and so he waited. For what many didn't know. He was taken prisoner. It is custom among the elves for prisoners to get one request. It may or may not be granted but it was still worth a shot." She wiped her hands on her royal robes, drawing attention to her prominent chest.

"He requested to see an elf. They had been lovers and all others had approved of their joining. Elves don't marry like humans. We seek our starmates, soulmates that have been determined for us. And he was mi...ahem, her soulmate." She drew in another shuddering breath. She looked at her hands.
"He requested that she be the one to execute him. An unreasonable request, but she complied. She was the one whom held the saber above his head. And she was the one who drove it down. Blood stained her hands that day." Eärwen held up her hands for inspection.
"Blood that never washed away completely and stained not only her clothes but her soul." She wrung her hands as if to cleanse them.

"That was the first life I took. My Kurah." She was in genuine distress.

"Why I've told you this, I truly don't know. Do what you will with it but know that not many know of this tale." She hugged him lightly as he ran his fingers through her hair. "I don't know why but I feel as if I can trust you. Don't make me regret my choice."

With a visible effort, Eärwen managed to extract herself from him to stand back and crossed her arms, an entirely human gesture she had learned from him. "I am glad that you decided to stay with us and train. I will be honored to have you serve under me."

Eärwen stood up straighter with her shoulders held back. "Sir Darion, I would be honored if you joined me in battle, as my Right Guard."

All through Eärwen's tale, Darion had held her gaze, even as he saw the tears in her eyes, as she held her hands up for inspection, and even as her hands had brushed down her royal robes. His eyes softened with each bit of the tale that was revealed. When at last she finished, he admired the composure she portrayed as she stood up so straight and spoke so formally.

In the end, it was Darion's gaze that lowered first. "Yes, it's a difficult thing to take a life, especially in your case, the life of one whom you love."

When Darion's gaze lifted, it was strong and stoic, like it normally was. "I know not why you choose to trust me, both with your life, and your past. Almost all of your men hate me, and look at me with disdain."

Darion stepped forward then, lifting his right hand. With the softest of touches, he let the backs of his fingertips graze down her smooth and flawless cheek. "And yet you trust me still. You would allow me to train your men, to go into battle with them, knowing how many lives are in our hands."

Darion suspected now why she trusted him so, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. There could be only one reason as to why she'd told him of Kurah, yet it seemed almost impossible.

Darion moved forward a little more, this time embracing Eärwen as she had hugged him. She was older than he, almost ten times his age. She had burdens unfitting of one that seemed so young, beautiful, and...perfect. Yet Eärwen maintained an innocence about her.

"If you would have me by your side, despite all that is against me, then I would be honored to stand as such, to protect you where nobody else can." Those last words weren't spoken arrogantly, simply as a matter of fact. It was recognized throughout the camp, that distrust him as they might, few elves in the camp would challenge him, especially if he held the queen's favor.

 

[sfaigon]

Queen Eärwen

Eärwen shudder softly at his comforting words. She looked up at him with wide eyes. "You always know how to make me feel better."

"If you would have me by your side, despite all that is against me, then I would be honored to stand as such, to protect you where nobody else can." Darion replied.

Eärwen heat fluttered in his chest at his vow of protection. She hugged him tighter, pressed herself to him. She looked up at him. His lips are so distracting! She clung to him, pulling herself up with her arms.

They're lips hovered dangerously close to each other before Eärwen pressed hers against his urgently.

"Thank you." She said when she pulled away.

Then she dropped to the ground and blushed. "Sorry. I g-got c-carried aw-away." She stammered as she looked at her feet. She mumbled, "Do you want to you k-know. Do it ag-again?"

 

[LucianDevine]

Eärwen shudder softly at his comforting words. She looked up at him with wide eyes. "You always know how to make me feel better." She hugged him tighter, pressed herself to him. She looked up at him. and he down to her as she clung to him, pulling herself up with her arms.

"Thank you." She said when she pulled away.

Then she dropped to the ground and blushed. "Sorry. I g-got c-carried aw-away." She stammered as she looked at her feet. She mumbled, "Do you want to you k-know. Do it ag-again?"

Darion couldn't help but smile at the innocence of her words. Still, he knew as well as she did, that nothing could come of this. Tease as they might, they could never be together. Even she, as queen of the elves, couldn't marry a half-elf.

Still, Darion kept his brown eyes locked with hers as he stepped forward. His arms moved around her once more. Darion leaned down, whispering into her ear. "You are queen of the elves Eärwen." Darion's breath feathered across her neck as he continued. "Take that which you desire, knowing that I desire it as well."

 

[sfaigon]

Queen Eärwen

"You are queen of the elves Eärwen." Darion's breath feathered across her neck as he continued. "Take that which you desire, knowing that I desire it as well."

Eärwen shivered with delight and desire as she slowly pushed the larger man backwards until his calves hit the edge of bed in her tent. The moment he fell onto the bed, Eärwen pounced on him like a tigress in heat as she captured his mouth in a punishing kiss. She lead with her tongue as her hands worked furiously at Darion's shirt, working the fabric up his broad chest and over his shoulders as he held his arms up to help.

Eärwen kissed down his thick neck and shoulders and captured one of his nipples into her mouth licking and biting on the hard nub gently. She applied the same treatment to his other nippled before dragging her body lower against his raging manhood. Eärwen smiled up at him as she worked to free his cock from his trousers and laughed in delight as it smacked her in the face.

"Ooh." She purred as her deep brown elven eyes turned to slits. "Looks like you wanna play."

Eärwen's tongue flicked out to lap at his sensitive glands. She smiled as her lips engulfed his head as her fingers on one hand played with his balls. Her head bobbed in his lap, her long raven tresses bounced, and her free hand worked to unlace her dress. She finally stopped her ministrations in frustration as she used both hands to undo all the ties.

Eärwen managed to work all the laces and she stepped out of her dress clad only in a lacy white bra with matching thong. She smiled down at Darion as she crawled up the bed to straddle him, grounding her panty-covered mound down onto his raging erection.

Eärwen worked her panties down her hips revealing her shaved pussy. Then she reached behind herself to undo her bar and threw it on the floor to reveal gravity defying, large, round breasts topped with dark brown nipples that ached to be touched.

Eärwen lowered herself on his large cock gasping at his larger size.

"Ooh. You're huge." She cooed as she worked herself up and down on his length. "Oh gods, Darion."

The elf queen lifted herself up only to slam back down on his cock. Shudders ran through her body as Darion filled her completely. Her vaginal muscles rippled, providing additional pleasure as she rode him, her unrestrained breast jiggling on her chest. She placed Darion's hands on them squeezing her mammary together.

Eärwen's thrusts became more urgent as she neared orgasm. She spoke in Elemmírë, her sentences almost incoherent as she cursed in Elvish.

"Oh fuck...oh the gods. Oooh soo good." She prattled on and on before she tensed up.

"My love?" She was stiff as a pole. "I believe I'm going to have an orgasm."

With that said, she screamed in ecstasy as her pussy clamped down on his like a vise while she shuddered and writhed on top of him like a bitch in heat. A few moments later, she finally calmed down enough to continue, allowing him to take the lead. Allowing him to take what he wanted from her.

 

[LucianDevine]

Darion felt Eärwen start to push him backwards, and he relented to the pressure, backing up until he felt his calves hit the side of her bed. Even then she didn't stop pushing, so Darion had little choice but to allow himself to fall backwards onto the bed.

Eärwen pounced on him like a tigress in heat as she captured his mouth in a punishing kiss. She lead with her tongue as her hands worked furiously at Darion's shirt, working the fabric up his broad chest and over his shoulders as he held his arms up to help.

Darion was astonished at the sudden change, but was excited at the same time. In an instant, she'd gone from a timid and embarrassed woman, to a lustful and controlling tigress.

Eärwen kissed down his thick neck and shoulders and captured one of his nipples into her mouth licking and biting on the hard nub gently. The action caught Darion off guard, and elicited a low moan. She applied the same treatment to his other nippled before dragging her body lower against his raging manhood. Eärwen smiled up at him as she worked to free his cock from his trousers and laughed in delight as it smacked her in the face.

"Ooh." She purred as her deep brown elven eyes turned to slits. "Looks like you wanna play."

Darion's brown elven eyes were practically black with his flourishing lust and desire. He watched as Eärwen flicked her tongue out to lap at his sensitive glands. A long and rumbling moan erupted from his lips at the feel of her tongue against him. She smiled as her lips engulfed his head as her fingers on one hand played with his balls. Her head bobbed in his lap, her long raven tresses bounced, and her free hand worked to unlace her dress. She finally stopped her ministrations in frustration as she used both hands to undo all the ties.

Eärwen managed to work all the laces and she stepped out of her dress clad only in a lacy white bra with matching thong. She smiled down at Darion as she crawled up the bed to straddle him, grounding her panty-covered mound down onto his raging erection.

Darion was on the farthest reaches of his control. He didn't know what would happen to either her or himself if they were caught in such a position, but with the exotic and lovely elven beauty before him, he hardly cared. It took the last bits of his control not to just grab her, throw her down, and give her what they both desperately wanted.

Things only got that much more intense when Eärwen worked her panties down her hips revealing her shaved pussy. Then she reached behind herself to undo her bra and threw it on the floor to reveal gravity defying, large, round breasts topped with dark brown nipples that ached to be touched.

Eärwen lowered herself on his large cock gasping at his larger size.

"Ooh. You're huge." She cooed as she worked herself up and down on his length. "Oh gods, Darion."

The elf queen lifted herself up only to slam back down on his cock. Shudders ran through her body as Darion filled her completely. Her vaginal muscles rippled, providing additional pleasure as she rode him, her unrestrained breast jiggling on her chest. She placed Darion's hands on them squeezing her mammary together.

Eärwen's thrusts became more urgent as she neared orgasm. She spoke in Elemmírë, her sentences almost incoherent as she cursed in Elvish.

"Oh fuck...oh the gods. Oooh soo good." She prattled on and on before she tensed up.

"My love?" She was stiff as a pole. "I believe I'm going to have an orgasm."

With that said, she screamed in ecstasy as her pussy clamped down on him like a vise while she shuddered and writhed on top of him like a bitch in heat. A few moments later, she finally calmed down enough to continue, allowing him to take the lead. Allowing him to take what he wanted from her.

Darion's reaction to that giving of control was instantaneous. His hands grabbed her hips and rolled her beneath him. Darion's mouth descended first to Eärwen's neck. His hips ground against hers, driving his hot and throbbing cock against her. He kissed, licked, and bit at her neck. All sense of control was lost then. As his head descended on her large and succulent breast. Darion drove himself inside her, filling her once more with his cock.

Darion's mouth worked from one succulent breast and nipple to the other, all the while, his cock driving inside of her. Darion knew it wouldn't take him long, not after what she'd done to and with him. Still, he held back as long as he could, wanting to savor this moment for as long as he could.

Finally, Darion tore his mouth from Eärwen's breast. He pressed himself fully against her, working his cock inside her as his entire body rocked on top of her. The building that was burning inside him reached his cock, and Darion gasped and shuddered. Darion was beyond words, lost completely in what they were doing.

Then, at long last, he was there. He hit the peak as he pulled out, and with one more long, full, and powerful thrust, his cock exploded inside of her. Darion's voice became. Darion kept up his furious pace though, fucking every bit of his seed into Eärwen. He kept that up until the last bit of his strength was drained away.

When all was said and done, Darion collapsed fully on top of Eärwen, breathing fast and hard.