The Half Breed Heart Chapter 1 Part 1 of 3

Mirboon Forest

  TIBBOT WAS FLYING high through the Mirboon Forest. Weaving between great oaks, diving beneath the rocky outcroppings of the craggy, steep mountain side and gliding through the open spaces. It was a joy to have one’s wings. He was one of many pure breed Faeries, but often boasted that he was one of the few with a close tie to the royal line. 

He wore no skins. What little clothing he wore was made of fine cotton weave. The Faerie folk weren’t a bashful bunch, physicality and freedom of body was celebrated as much as overall cleverness. There was nothing like a good trick to the Faerie Folk, it was as good as fine wine, your best friend or even admirable beauty. 

His clan thought so anyway. There were others, many others. One clan preferred tricks that relied on magic, others liked to play at being wizards, and still more liked to horde anything shiny. Such fickle clans they were compared to his own. Trickery was difficult! A great jest or trick was remembered for years! Decades! Centuries! 

Of all the magically touched races he most pitied the Wood Elves. Touched by magic, certainly, but they rarely grew wings, were forced to mix with humans since they were so often on the ground and many of them wandered in bands. 

He had only seen one band of them, to be honest, and he was shocked to discover they wore leather clothing and ate meat! An Elf who ate meat, no wonder they didn’t grow wings! They were too heavy! 

Still, they were an entertaining folk, making up for their lack of upward mobility by forming acrobat and dramatic troupes. They brought trinkets and marvels from cities and traded with their upper branch cousins, as they were the entertainers of men as well as Faerie kind. He had seen only one of their plays and it was a wondrous thing, he had to admit. Glamours and singing and great acts of grace accompanied the telling of their stories. 

He glided between the trees following a quick stream when he came to the high falls and saw her. At first it was beauty that snared him. A vision with red hair climbing out of the waterfall pool onto a large flat stone in it’s middle. Set between the shores it was a perfect resting spot after a morning swim. Her sweet pink tinted white skin glistened under the clear morning sun. 

She was completely nude, her red hair was like a curling oil fire cascading from her head down her gracefully curved back. He sat down on the high falls, taking cover behind a jutting rock to watch unobserved. 

For a moment her bottom pointed upwards just perfectly so he could admire the smooth curves of it, the absolute perfect handfuls it would make before he sought between and below, to touch the pleasure slit. Her secret place was lightly guarded with soft, short auburn hair. He gasped when she turned over onto her back, her breasts were twice as much than would fit in his small hands, but so firm, topped with pink nipples that were hardened by the cold water. 

She flipped her curly red hair out of her face, throwing tiny droplets into the air around her making a rainbow all around for just the blink of an eye. She had a heart shaped face and pouty, full pink lips. Her little stomach and perfect chest heaved as she caught her breath. She lay down on the rock, closing her eyes, letting the sun dry her skin.
It was a Gypsy Wood Elf! So soon after their kind were in mind, it must have 

been a portent of this fiery seductress! She was the most gorgeous one he had ever seen! He couldn’t think of a Faerie of his own clan who compared! Her little pointed ears were his first clue, but there was something else he couldn’t quite place. A touch of the wild that was enticing, intoxicating. That must have been it. 

He couldn’t think of a way to introduce himself to her without frightening her into shame or sending her scurrying away so he remained in his hiding place, admiring the bold beauty of the creature. 

Tibbot was tall for a Faerie of his clan, when his wings came in his aunts were afraid he would never fly. Four feet dead on, almost as tall as a human. Two years after they appeared his wings were put to good use. He was not only able to fly, but he was strong, fast, and loved to spin, turn and flip in mid air. It was like breathing, it came so easy to him. 

He measured her against his own charms. She was only one or two inches taller than him, she was fit and incomparably lovely. He had never found difficulty in finding a mate, being quite handsome himself so she would certainly accept him with a little incentive. Tibbot concluded that she would be wonderful for him and smiled to himself. 

As his considerations came to an end she stirred. Her hands ran down the course of her body, slowly sluicing the cold water off of her skin. He watched her lift one leg in the air and press her hand down its length, caressing the water from it, then she did the other. She lay out again, one hand under her head, the other on her belly. 

Such a creature, I must entrap her somehow. Experience her. He ducked lower as she opened her eyes and looked about herself for a moment. First this way, then the other, and then up the falls, finally behind her. 

Did I make a noise? I’m sure I did not move an inch, barely breathed, did I! He thought, on the verge of panic, so afraid to spook her. He hadn’t made his plan yet! Wasn’t ready to be discovered! 

To his relief she put her head back down and closed her green peepers again. The hand on her belly moved up, slowly caressing like a lover’s touch. Up to the midpoint between her breasts, then ever so slowly, hesitantly tracing the lovely round shapes before caressing a nipple. 

She teased herself, this red, white and pink creature. Pulling at one nipple gently, stroking the other breast, pinching the pointed pink bit there. Her lips parted, her mouth was opened in a quiet, glad expression he had seen when pleasing a lover in just such a way. 

That hand was satisfied with the work it had done there and moved on. Down her chest and belly it went, her legs celebrated its arrival and parted wide enough for it to play. 

Tibbot could see the lovely light trace of auburn down there, so soft the fur must have been, a pity it wasn’t thicker. The pink slit was so pretty and neat, his eyes went wide as her fingers pried her fleshy gates apart. It was so floral and delicate, that small sweet place. 

Her fingers traced the outline, explored a little before resting at the top and moving in tiny circles. Her head thrashed to one side, he could hear her breathe in sharply and exhale in interrupted gusts. The middle finger dipped inside and her hips rocked several times before it retreated and went back to rubbing the sensitive spot where her nether lips came together. 

He licked his lips. I must taste that flower. There must be something I could barter, a key that would guarantee my entrance into this treasure gate. His eyes darted around her on the rock, up one shore, the other, and then he found it! 

She wears clothing! Modesty must be of some value to her. But there is a blade in that little pile, I must be careful. He concluded to himself. 

Without a second thought he swept down to the bank where her neat pile of clothes and a heavy cotton bag had been tucked, took the whole bundle in his arms and flew to the center of the pool at the bottom of the waterfall. 

“Oi! That’s mine!” The red haired creature called out, practically leaping to her feet, planting little hands on little hips. 

Tibbot couldn’t help but smile at her angry, pouting face, her fierce naked form was so pretty and demanding. He remained aloft, hovering above the water and out of her reach. “In my hand are the clothes and things, so yours they must not be.” 

“Blimey, what a morning’ to meet a Trickster Faerie, and a pervy one at that.” “Pervy?”
“Aye, like folk who like to nick clothes an’ force others to stand in the buff 

lookin’ on, starin’ at the naughty bits all the while.”
Tibbot thought for a moment and nodded his agreement. “Tibbot’s a pervy 

Faerie.”
“Aye, now that we’re sure o’ that, what’ll it take to get my clothes back?” “Trade.”
“What? I’d trade you, but I’ve nothin’,” she looked him up and down from 

toes to slicked black hair. He is a handsome one, if a little skinny and girly. She thought to herself. 

Tibbot looked down the length of her body, his eyes coming to rest on her lightly furred auburn mound. “I taste your flower and then give clothings back.” 

She stepped back, putting her hand in the way. 

Tibbot panicked and nearly dropped the clothing. “No! I taste, lick flower! Not eat! I do things that start with kisses, end with oooh, aaaah!” he said exaggeratedly, feigning the pleasure he offered. 

She giggled and smiled at him, shaking her head. “Well, considering I dinna get to finish, you owe me that’ much. You can pleasure my puss till I’m feeling’ sunny inside then I get my things,” her voice was sweet, her accent was as bold as she and unlike anything he’d ever heard before. This was a creature of unique magnificence…