Friends

This holy mission of sorts was going to be difficult, well beyond your skills to complete alone. Professional adventurers would be the sort of folks to help out with this. You couldn’t reach out to the Pathfinders, at least not yet, for a few reasons. You didn’t have nearly the training or experience needed to join them, and the reputation you’ve already developed of being so averse to fighting, some labeling you a pacifist, wasn’t going to help you get in. Even if you didn’t have that against you, the leader of the local guild being a haggard old Elf, even predating your own parents, with bitter memories of the Triumvirate War and unable to let go of the grudges and hate from it would keep you out from this space indefinitely.

That he had a problem with Drow didn’t mean everyone under him did, nor could he limit who his Pathfinders associated with. You were counting on that, as you lurked around one of the taverns the local Guild was known to visit frequently. That fact was hard to miss: the walls of the tavern were littered with decorations and trophies from all over T’sara, something no shopkeep would have been able to accumulate in a lifetime, or the wealth to afford on open markets. You stumbled upon the place by a happy accident. Like so many other things in your short time here, you learned what you know of the Pathfinders firsthand, talking with the ones who visited here. Though they had met Drow before, often on very different terms, your presence in the tavern or Paude at large was a welcome surprise. You’d quickly noticed that the men of the Pathfinders, at least this motley group, had a tendency for wandering eyes and a thirst for amorous connections.

You were hoping you’d be able to use that to your benefit, as there was one particular fellow you thought you could attract and talk into helping you. Having stopped back at your home from the church, you changed your wardrobe to a more appealing, flirty appearance. It was a bit complicated nature for you, finding your place in the new world. Though your mother had instructed you to be ready to weaponize your body, Drow culture was surprisingly conservative in it’s appearances and fashion. Baring skin was sign of vanity, naivete, and ultimately weakness, in a cutthroat society where even married partners could not entirely trust each other. Being able to express yourself in a more open and exposed manner in one manner was thrilling, and yet the voice of needing to protect yourself from predatory eyes was hard to quiet down You were also thankful that you ended up where you did. Comachavet was still deeply influenced by Linthalian culture to the South. All manner of luscious and seductive fashions were available, without dealing with the open nudity, prostitution, and rumors of people openly fucking in the streets of the cities. At least for now, getting eyes on you was the point, having put your best face on, lurking in the afternoon hours through the evening for someone you were hoping would come in.

Your patience had paid off, seeing Martel walk in. He was an elf, only a few years older than you. Cute in the face, well put together in his sense of fashion and style, he had an eye for perception and how he would be viewed, trying to make a strong first impression by looking the part of a disciplined professional. Hearing him and his friends tell it, he was a prodigy of a swordsman, with skill beyond his years. He also had a streak of ambition in him, with dreams of being the leader of a Guild Hall and having his name forever etched in history through song and legend. He was confident without seeming arrogant, at least around you, who he was clearly enamored with. One of his friends had confided in you that he had referred to you once or twice as his Dratheus, his ‘forbidden fruit’ in his own language from the Mintalaeian Provinces to the west. You had to recognize that although there would be a big taboo on any form of courtship with a Drow for most of the races of the world, such a thing would be particularly taboo with your elf cousins. Pursuing that which was forbidden absolutely had an appeal, one that excited you the more you thought of it. Though the thought that he may move on later had crossed your mind, you were willing to give him a chance.

“Fancy seeing you here” he nearly shouted as he approached, despite the relative quiet of the tavern. “With how often you’re here, I’d almost think you were trying to join the club or something”

“Maybe one day” You coyly smiled “there’s plenty to learn before getting to that out there. Besides, you know how Kirch is.”

“Best way to learn is by doing, in my experience. Get you out there, you’ll learn it overnight, I’m sure, if your singing is any indication. How’s that going, by the way?”

“It’s going great, actually. Getting lots of help from this old human in the Bard’s College. I think he scares some people, but he’s been nothing but kind to me.”

“Right, that Chesale guy. You’ve told me about him. Guild mates had a few things to say too, quite the stellar reputation. It’s great you have a mentor. Very happy for you, you know?” intentions aside, you knew he was legitimately impressed with your rapidly improving abilities as a performer. “Whatever happened in the past, that’s our parents bag, and we don’t know need to carry it for them. I’m just glad that you ended up here.”

“And why’s that?” You asked with a smile. His suave confidence was starting to break, showing a more vulnerable self, that was all the more endearing.

“Cause you continue to impress me, Margot.” Martel’s voice got more quiet, his eyes moving back from meeting yours and looking down “I’m lucky to know you, and I’d be even more lucky to count you as a friend.”

Leaning forward, you gave him a slight peck on the cheek. Subtle, gentle, but the simple touch lit up his heart, burning so bright it could be seen in his eyes.

“You are my friend, Martel” You said with a gentle smile “I can’t say that for everyone, and for fewer Elves. I didn’t expect to make any, when I ran away, and now I have you. That means a lot, and it’s more than that. Most of the people cheering me on to improve and become a Bard and everything, they do it because they want to see me be an adventurer. And I know it’s because that’s how they understand success, but you’re different.”

“I don’t get what you’re saying Margot” He replied, shaking his head slightly, his eyes narrowed “that sounds great. You being an accomplished Bard, able to head out with me and the guys, facing danger, peril, and fame, that sounds great. I know I’m kind of self sabotaging myself here, but I don’t see how I’m any different”

You smiled, glad he said it out loud “hold onto that first thought for a moment. What I’m trying to say is, you’re just happy to hear me sing.” You leaned your hand out, which he met with his own “You’re happy just to watch me do something I love.”

“I’m just happy for you that you found your passion, and that you excel at it. Most people are lucky to get either, let alone both.”

“Especially in circumstances like mine” you thought to yourself, as he continued.

“I know what I want to do. I have big dreams, I’ll admit it. Getting after something makes me happy. Whatever makes anyone else happy, good on them, you know what I mean?”

“Of course, and I have a couple of ideas I wanna share, things that I think will make you pretty happy too.”

“I like the sound of where this is going.” He said, crossing his arms and leaning his elbows on the table

“Well, you said you wanted to go adventuring with me. Dangers, peril, fame and the rest. I actually have something in mind for that. How do you feel about helping me find a manuscript to the score of a lost play, said to be the favorite of the God of Music herself?”

He stared at you, stunned. The silence began to make you worried that maybe he was all talk and didn’t really think you were up for the task. Giving him the time, him seeing the face you were unintentionally making, he was able to eventually come around and show you need not be concerned.

“I think that’s great, actually!” He smiled “I just really wasn’t expecting that kind of question. I don’t know the first thing about this, or where to start, but I’m in. Certain irony to it, don’t you think? In finding a legendary piece of music, we engage in a legendary journey all our own?”

“Well, that’s assuming we find it. I have a guess or two, but that’s about it.”

“Than it sounds like we’ll need some help. I can manage that.”

“Thanks, I really couldn’t manage this without you.”

“Don’t mention it. Happy to do it. Now, you said you had a second question?”

“Oh of course, nothing nearly so crazy. I was just wondering if you were starting to get hungry.”

“Sure. I mean, I already ate, but I’m up for whatever you might be thinking”

“Good, just needed to see that you had appetite for a bite of your forbidden fruit” In the last few words, your tone had notably dropped and become more sultry and seductive, making the intention impossible to miss. Though the cheek kiss had shown amount of interest before, the forwardness caused him such surprise that it had caused him to cough on his own thoughts.

“Gods,” he said quietly after finally having a breath in his lungs “You must think me a creep or something. I guess my friends ratted me out. How long have you known?”

“A couple of months.” You replied kindly “and I didn’t think it was that bad, or else I’d have stopped talking to you. If anything, I think it’s kinda hot. Knowing how you think of me. So, want some fruit?”

“Uhm, sure” His response, despite the affirmative, was less than enthusiastic “I mean, just rather forward. Like, I feel I should be taking you on a date first or something.”

“I honestly have no idea what that is.” You shrugged

“Wow, really?” The rhetorical question was slightly painful, “Your people really are different. No dating, no courtship. Between that and the treachery you’ve told me about, it’s a small miracle any of you are still alive.”

“I can’t argue with that.” You stood up with the final remark “Since it sounds like we’re already doing this a little backwards, how about we have one of your little date things later?”

“That works for me, sure” He got up in a hurry, speaking softly “I mean, typically, the taste is a reward for a date gone well, but it can work both ways.”

“Waddya mean?” You asked as you led him to the door

He held words until outside of the tavern, “It means that so long as I’m at least a decent fuck, I get to spend more time with you, and that sounds like a good deal to me.”

Walking to your place, Martel had reached his hand down slightly to wrap his fingers around yours, holding tight. It was a novel gesture for you, having seen some couples engage in it, but never experienced it yourself. It was a subtle thing, the feeling of his hand in yours, and such a simple gesture, yet it was starting to make you feel was profound. You were keen to notice that Martel, this Elf trying to foster a heroic and bold reputation for himself, didn’t seem to care that he was seen by anyone walking by to be associated with you. It was a comforting gesture, pushing the thoughts of insincerity aside. Quietly, a voice in your head still cautioned you that trying to see a relationship with this person, that a relationship with any person, was dangerous. While you accepted the notion in your internal debate, you were still eager to see where things could go.

Having arrived at your small rented home, you scurried in with Martel, if only to avoid any rumors or catty chatting from your neighbors after the fact.

“Can I be honest about something?” He asked rhetorically, once the door was closed “I’m a bit nervous, I don’t have much experience in this sort of thing.”

“That’s okay” You gave him a soft kiss on the lips, as you patted his cheek, “Nothing to be afraid of, so long as you know where it goes,”

“I’ve got a couple of ideas, ya” He joked “They’re all pretty inviting.”

You let out an amused moan “You’re cute. Let’s see if we can narrow it down a little than.”

Dropping to your knees, you helped him out of his pants, exposing his cock to your eyes. It was a hefty girth, with all the vitality of a young man. His balls seemed especially promising, large and full of seed. Looking up at his pretty eyes, you gave a show, tongue out, licking him all the way from his base to the tip.

“Wow” He moaned out, both at the spectacle and the sensation “I wouldn’t thought you’d be the type Margot”

“I think the time for thinking is behind us” moving your head to the side, you gave the shaft multiple, slow, sensual kisses, before putting the head in your mouth, sucking back and forth. It was a great feeling, hearing his cute little moans as the head poked and slid down your throat, knowing the pleasure you were able to give someone. As he grabbed your hair by the ponytail, gently pushing even further, you moaned back, knowing what he really wanted, even if he was self-restrained. With a last push, you took it all the way back, deep all the way to reaching his balls, and quickly pulled back.

After a fresh breath of air you commanded, “Get up on the bed,” which he swiftly and quietly adhered to. Falling out of your dress far faster than you put it on, you quickly hopped up, straddling his waist.

"Shouldn't I be doing something for you? You know, down there, like you did for me?"

"That's very sweet" you leaned forward and kissed him heavily "that's okay though. Maybe we visit that another time, and than we can have another date.

He chuckled in response, nodding along to the humorous oddness.

"Besides," you continued "I'm already plenty wet enough for this cock..." raising yourself up, you grabbed his cock by the base, holding it upright. You slowly rubbed it back and forth against the folds of your pussy, causing a shiver through your body. Lowering yourself down on him, both of you moaned out at the sensation.

"So tight!" Martel blurted out as he put his hands on your hips. You leaned forward, letting your tits dangle near his face, arching forward until nearly all of him spilled out, before sitting back.

"You like that?" You asked sultrily

"It feels perfect" The elf let out perhaps too honestly "You're perfect"

"Oh, I don't know about that," You smiled "I'm far from perfect. Clearly I am a bit of a bad girl"

"Just a bit though" he agreed, as you felt a stinging on your ass as he gave it a quick slap, causing you to bite your lip and moan.

"You're a bad boy too, you know. I've seen how often you've looked at my body. What do you like better, my butt, or these boobs?"

"Tough choice,especially when I haven’t put my dick in either yet."

You toyed with him, quickening your pace sharply, letting the full length slide out with each movement, saving only the tip

"You want more Martel? You wanna put this cock between my boobs and rub it till you cum? Feel how tight my little ass hole is around you, pump your load in me?" The speed and the dirty talk nearly broke him from how loud he moaned, just grabbing your ass tightly.

"That's it" you slowed yourself down, letting him relax his body "Maybe before our third date. For now though, I've got one idea" you leaned your body forward so that your tits dangled in front of him. With a slight bend of his neck, he was able to lean forward, sucking on the nipple of one, squeezing the other.

At a loss of words, you simply moaned loudly, loving the sensations. You gently cradled his head, combing your hand through his soft, red hair. The touch seemed to have triggered something in him, as he thrusted his hips into you faster and with greater passion.

"Yes!" You encouraged him "Fuck me Martel, don't hold back! Show me how much you love it!" The last few seconds were a loud, frantic affair. Still sucking on your tits, he moved both hands to your ass, squeezing tightly, spreading them apart as he guided your hips along, with the speed and energy he could muster. It was only at the last second, as you and him both reached your orgasm, that he finally pulled his mouth back, as a harmony of loud moans filled your tiny room.

Collapsing and rolling next to him, you both took a few moments to breathe before speaking. You were euphoric: though that wasn't your first time, it was certainly the first time you actually enjoyed it.

"Well that was fun" Martel let out, finally breaking the silence"

You turned to your side to look at him, still feeling his cum leaking out "you have a talent for understatement, but yes. I liked that, alot. Here's hoping we can do that more along our journey."

"Sounds like a date to me".