Alara

Kelsor opened the door slowly, seeing the half-elven serving girl that he had been thinking about just moments ago. Her name was Alara, Kelsor called her Lara, she had been serving Kelsor's family since they were both children. She grew up right next to Kelsor, she had been found by Kelsor's father in the ruins of an Elven village. A mixture of pity and guilt led Kelsor's father to take her in and raise her as a serving girl.

Alara had grown from a somewhat awkward gawky girl to a beautiful young woman. Her full figure failed to betray her Elven nature, most elves being taller and skinnier, Alara was built more like a dancer, her skin was tan and flawless, her hair, long flowing locks of blonde with red highlights.

The second Kelsor saw Alara he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his room and lock the door. Alara upon seeing Kelsor's state of dress wanted much the same.

Alara blushed and looked down seeing Kelsor was naked, this was a mistake if her goal was to avoid temptation as she was greeted with the sight of a significant part of Kelsor's anatomy.

"I didn't realize you weren't decent Mas-," Alara stopped suddenly before saying, "I mean Milord."

Kelsor grabbed Alara's arm and pulled her into his room closing the door behind her, "I find it very hard to be decent around you," Kelsor said scanning up and down Alara's body. Kelsor tipped her face up and kissed her on the lips, "Were you about to call me something else?"

"You know I was," Alara said looking into Kelsor's eyes.

"Which was," Kelsor said moving to kiss her again.

"Master," Alara said breathlessly upon matching Kelsor's kiss. Three years ago, just before Kelsor left home to serve as the squire of a traveling knight to earn his own knighthood, Alara and Kelsor had given their virginities to one another. When they did this they also shared their fantasies with one another.

Kelsor had spoken of a simple cabin in a small village far away from the trouble's of politics and battle. Of making Alara his wife, and having children with her. He knew that it could never be, he would never dare share it with anyone but Alara, but he did share it with Alara. He made his wish their wish, a private fantasy the two of them shared.

Alara's fantasies had been much more, lewd.

Alara wanted to be dominated, controlled, owned. She wanted Kelsor to be more than her husband, she wanted him to be her master. She wanted him to control her. She had fantasied about kneeling before him and begging to suck his cock. Begging for a chance to worship him. Kelsor had always been kind enough to satisfy her.

Kelsor was not naturally dominant and controlling, but he was learning for her sake. He put his pleasure before hers on her insistence, he denied her at times, and frequently turned her into a begging mess. But frequently Kelsor would hold back with her, and Alara could feel it. No matter how much Alara told him to go further, it was like there was a wall Kelsor could never push past.

But for now the lovers kissed. This kiss was one of love not lust. One that was full of the excitement of youth and free from the limits of the public.

Soon though the kiss was broken and Alara had some bad news.

Once the girl caught her breath she said, "Master I need to tell you something."

"What," Kelsor asked.

"Your father wants to speak with you," Alara said, "It's about leading the men off to battle."

"Sounds like I'll be going then," Kelsor said.

Alara pushed off of him, "Need you be so nonchalant about it," she said, "You'll be in danger."

Kelsor smiled, "No more than usual."

"I still hate that you have to go," Alara said.

"I know you do," Kelsor said, "maybe we should make the most of our time together."

Alara understood immediately but feigned ignorance, "Master whatever could you mean?"

"Well pet," Alara shivered as Kelsor called her pet, "I think we should start with you matching my state of dress."

Alara bit her lip, "Master I don't know how much time we have," She shifted on her feet trying to look anywhere but Kelsor's hardening member, trying not succeeding, "your father said he wanted you soon, though it would be wrong of me to leave you without release." Alara moved a step closer to Kelsor, "what would you like me to do Master?"