(Character description more in other two stories. This is a continued tale and all entries are long. Read other two if you would like to know the first two parts of the tale.)
Galieni has worn herself down from the encounter with the mermaids. With a smile on her face she sets course through the mountains in search of a place to find solace and rest. When night starts to fall she treks up a mountainside to discover a small cave. Starting a fire, she goes for a hunt. Fresh meat is always better than dry bread.
I waited until just before dusk for my hunt. Running silently through the woods at the base of the mountain, I search for an animal’s trail. It doesn’t take me long to find one. From the smell I sense a wolf has passed by not too long ago. I follow the scent. It is a male, for this scent is not as strong as a female’s.
I cover the forest, slashing a tree here an there to assure my way back. As I wind my way through the tress I pick up another smell, very distinctive, yet familiar. The trail leads on down, a path? Wolves do not follow paths made by travelers unless they are hunting humans or elves. I settle down again on my search and follow both scents. I don’t stop until I hear a low growl and the cry of a young dragon. Now no longer needing the scent to guide me, I follow the sounds of the battle and proceed.
The dragon is an emerald dragon, too young to produce toxic flames. I admire its beauty in its green scales that reflect the moonlight. I then look to its attacker, a grown, white wolf that looks to have a nasty bite. Both animals are of equal value. The dragon’s coat is worth a fine price in any town, and the high elves would enjoy a snowy white wolf skin. I need to make a decision as to whom to kill.
In the shadows, I cock my bow and aim. Whichever proves a better target will grant me a kill for the day. The dragon flies higher to avoid the wolf’s bite and I release my arrow into its thin armored chest. I return my bow to its resting-place on my back and unsheathe my sword. I reveal myself into the clearing which the animals were fighting in and prepare myself to kill the wounded dragon. The wolf stands still and watches me. Once the dragon had landed and breathes a few choked breaths of fire, I say a chant to the gods and takes it’s life with my sword.
As I clean my blade off I turn around to find the wolf still standing there. He has piercing blue eyes that lock with mine. As if in a trance I put my sword down and the wolf bows to me and begins to transform.
His fur melts into a beautiful tan body yet his eyes remain the same. I’m mesmerized and find myself kneeling as though in defeat of an invincible power. It is not very often do I meet a transformer. I look away for a moment as a white light beams around the creature. When it has faded I return my gaze to him and see one of the most attractive elves in the kingdom, but not just an elf, one of the princes of Highland, my home. He smiles at me. “Wow, a nice prince? Normally they’re all rude to me for being a woman ranger,” I think to myself.
“Hello,” he says.
I jump back to reality and break off contact from his eyes and look behind me. I realized that I have taken his kill, an insult to the royalty of Highland and a punishment by taking the belongings of the traitor’s family and moving them down a level in the trees. Doing what I must I get on my knees in forgiveness and ask, “I’m sorry my lord, I did not mean to take your kill! Please take of it and I shall be on my way. Do not harm my family.”
The prince begins to laugh and comments, “Do not trouble yourself young maiden. You deserve it, for it would have flown away had I tried to take it down in my wolf form. I was just sporting in these woods for awhile before I begin a quest my father has issued me.”
He takes my hand and helps me to my feet. He looks in my eyes and I blush for his are as blue as the sacred ocean crystals in my quest pack and his hair is almost perfectly white. His eyes are friendly and light hearted, making me relax slightly.
“I’m Auwrown,” he mentions, “and you must be Galieni. I have talked many a times with my father about you.”
His comment made me feel like a child. I mustered up my pride and replied, “I rest assure that they were on good terms. Now, I thank you for your gracious offering and I shall not be long to depart.”
He only watched as I skinned the dragon and packaged the meat in parcels. I wrapped the skin in a cloth I had brought along with me and loaded what I could in my pack. When I was through I handed him a parcel of dragon meat. “Good luck on your travels young prince.”
I began to walk away when he beckoned after me, laughing as he walked closer. “Please do not leave in anger. I did not mean to wound your spirit. I hear you are a fine ranger and that you are very alone on your travels. My father says you would be a good leader in his personal guild that helps the city when in times of need. I did not mean anything against you.”
I turned to look him over again. It was his eyes that hit me the worst. I smiled and let my guard down. “I guess, people have always disrespected me because I am a woman. I know many of your brothers do.”
“Well I don’t think like them. Father has enough problems trying to keep them out of their beds with women and wine. I do not like the way they disappoint him. He trusts me even as I am the youngest.”
We continued to discuss our families and Auwrown offered to follow me to my camp. When we arrive the fire has died slightly but I refuel it again and begin to set up the meat for cooking.
“Do you mind if I stay and share your camp for the night? I hadn’t planned on setting out until tomorrow,” he asks, taking a seat on a nearby rock.
“Not at all,” I replied.
We ate and shared some Elven wine together. He unloads his bag and recovers some blankets for a slight breeze has stirred.
“I hope you don’t mind but I do not sleep in my leggings on a regular basis for they are quite uncomfortable to sleep in.”
This man does not seem threatening and I have already meditated about my attraction earlier. I freely tell him that it is acceptable by me if he were to strip down to sleep. I myself had grown accustom to sleeping in mine own clothes. I have not brought any blankets for normally it does not bother me. While setting my bags inside the small little cave for protection I turn around to see Auwrown has stripped already and is getting prepared to lie down near the mouth of the small cave. His body is lean and hard. He is very strong as many men of the royal family are. I walk around him, keeping my eyes focused on his face rather than his exposed manhood. It is not erect but it still plays in my mind even as I look into his eyes to say, “goodnight.”
He drifts off to sleep as I position myself by the fire. I take a long drink of wine and lay down and drift into slumber watching the coals of the fire die off slowly.
I am woken hastily by Auwrown I notice that I am soaked. It takes a while for my mind to stop spinning from the wine and the quickness of being awoken. The sky has opened and the rain has begun to come down with such a nasty force. Why hadn’t I sensed it earlier? Maybe I drank too much wine. Auwrown leads me towards the small little cave. I watch the rain engulf the forest though my nocturnal eyes and I feel myself shudder as the wind chills my wet body. Auwrown, being so close to me, feels me shake and takes another blanket from his pack. “The last dry one,” he says and wraps it around the two of us.
After awhile I still have not stopped shaking from the gusts of wind.
17;t get warm if you stay in those wet garments,” he mentions.He is right but I hesitate. Then I feel his bare leg against mine and I feel a twinge of excitement. Only after he looks at me again do I begin to undress. I peel off my wet top and expose my perky breasts. He does not look. Next I begin to untie my armbands and my entire upper body is exposed. I start to untie my skirt when I feel Auwrown’s breathing hasten. He may not be watching but he knows what I am doing. I slip of my skirt and expose myself completely.
I see him bite his lip and wonder why he is nervous. I look down and then he moves, trying to cover his erection that is developing under the blanket. I smile and think of the mermaids. They would love to see me now. I giggle and he finally looks at me. Our eyes lock and he begins to speak.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “Maybe I should go stand outside for a minute.”
“It is fine,” I coo, making him even uneasy. “I’m flattered. I thought you were the most attractive elf when I first saw you.”
“I’ve thought that about you for a very long time. Even before tonight. I never had the pleasure of meeting you because of our families, yet I used to watch you from the castle when we were younger and you would be practicing your skills in the forest below. Then I was amazed by your drive to succeed. Now I can not get over your beauty.”
With that said he leans in and kisses me passionately. We entwine our bodies and I feel one of his strong hands on my breast and the other caressing my back. I feel myself beginning to heat up and become sweaty from the humidity beneath the blanket.
He begins to nibble at my neck and I begin to moan in delight. Never have I felt the touch of a man. The passion is intense and I can feel his cock growing still each time it brushes by my red bush. I am nervous now and he can sense it.
“Have you ever?” he asks.
“No,” I whimper, and look away from his eyes.
“Do not worry,” he smiles, pulling my face back to his with his hand. He kisses me again and his tongue plays with mine in my mouth.
His touch is light and trusting. I enjoy every second, ever sense, every taste. He lightly pushes me onto my back and begins to play with my breasts in his mouth and his hands wander down my flesh and rest just above my thighs. He parts my legs a little and begins to kiss his way down over my ripe little belly and down to the place between my legs. I let out a heavy sigh followed by quick short breaths as his tongue plays with my clit. He works a finger inside my cunt and swirls around. Next he works in two and continues to lap at my juices. After three I’m panting like a dog. His fingers are soft and know just where to touch me.
I can’t take it any longer; I need to feel his 10-inch cock inside me. I sit up and grab him. I pull him into a passionate kiss and feel his dick inch its way nearer to my hole.
The moment has come and he leans on one straight arm and positions his dick just outside my hole. Forcefully yet gently he inserts it into me until he comes to my virginity. He looks down uncertainly and I thrust up against him, tearing myself and screaming in slight pain and ecstasy as the rest of his cock fills me. I hear thunder outside and feel the sweat rolling off his face hit mine. I notice he is crying with me. I ask him what is wrong, and he replies, “I have never dreamed of hurting you.”
I lean up and kiss him more, wanting to stay with him forever, never knowing anything like this. I begin to move my lower body and he responds by moving with me. He begins to pump me quickly and I come first screaming. He kisses me afterwards and continues to fulfill himself. I come again when he nibbles my neck and plays with my breast.
He still continues to pound me. I flip him over and let him enjoy watching my breast bounce up and down as I now pump him. I feel myself swelling and he does as well.
“Come on baby, cum on my dick!”
“Not until you come in my tight pussy!” I scream.
I lean down and begin to lick his pointed ears, identical to mine, and feel him begin to tense. I rock him harder and cum once again in a mind-blowing orgasm. My cunt walls clamp down on his dick and he is thrown over the edge and cums inside me, filling me with his seed. I become weak and nearly faint but he supports me and brings me to him slowly and kisses me deeply. I crawl off of him and he hold me in his arms until I fall asleep, not a second before.
I awake the next morning and I’m snuggled in the blanket, but Auwrown is not next to me. I feel torn. I rush outside into the peaceful sunrise, with the blanket wrapped around me and find him cooking some more of the meat. He stands and wraps me up in his arms and kisses me sweetly.
“I hate to leave you Gali,” he murmurs in my ear.
“When do you think I shall see you again?” I ask.
He does not answer. He only returns to cooking the meat, which is very fulfilling. We pack our belongings and trudge down the mountainside. We both think a quick farewell would be best so we bid each other luck on our travels. As I walk away I can feel his eyes looking into my soul and I turn on my heel and quickly hasten after him. He grabs me again and holds me close.
“You will find me again on the day my father gives up his throne to one of his sons. There will be a celebration in Highland and you will know many days before. Do not look for me while the sun still touches your beautiful face. Look for me in the night and we will be reunited. Be strong in everything you do and do not forget about me. Continue to be free and love all that come to you. I will be in the spirit of your lovers until the day we see each other again. On that day I will never leave your side.”
He lets me go and chants a spell. He fades before my eyes and the last glimpse I have of him is his strong face and piercing blue eyes. I vow that the day we are reunited I will be a true ranger in his father’s council with his spirit to guide me. I turn around to face my future and my path to home.
(Sorry for the delay, I was taking too much time trying to decide what story idea would be good for part three. Please take a minute and leave a comment or two, I really appreciate them and if you have any ideas you would like to see write to Lynze135@aol.com and make the subject “Galieni”. Thank you again!)