A Tale of Two Elves

Hilda

The castle was quiet without the other contestants. With no healing from me they were all doomed to slumber for tonight. I found Gabriel leaning against the door frame to Anna’s room. Inside both she and the goblin were sleeping fitfully, lust was thick in the air.

To me this all seemed inevitable. I’d been training for this day since before some of these girls’ countries were formed. I’d had a stumble at the start, but my superiority had finally shown itself.

“What troubles you?” I know a human would have come up behind him for a hug, but I hoped my words would work as a suitable substitute.

“Maybe she was right.” He said softly. “Maybe I’m just broken.”

“Heart Broken?”

“Yes. Shouldn’t Anna have been enough?”

“For some, but not you. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

He flinched. “People got hurt Hilda.” Anger, how human.

“They did, we all did. That was back when we were making the assumption that you were mortal , a normal man. But you’re not, no more than I am human. The pain you both feel is because you’re still trying to cram yourselves into that box.”

“You are human though.” Frustration flooded his voice. Always so frustrated. “Skye made you an elf three days ago, everything else is a hallucination. I chose you to be the elf.”

“And I’m so grateful for that.” I said with all the earnestness in my life. “Because of you I had a love, a child, beautiful grandchildren, and I am old, and wise, and fleet thanks to you.”

“No.”

“Yes.” I held his hands, the tremors in them were evident even behind the leather of my gloves. “Do you know what I thought when I got my human memories back? ‘That’s it?’” I laughed. “Less than twenty years, almost nothing!”

“It wasn’t nothing.” He insisted. “I like the girl you were.”

“You liked, that I liked you. It was only three days ago, surely you remember that you couldn’t even get hard for me in the closet.”

“I was anxious…”

I smiled, detecting wounded pride. “You suffer in so many ways Gabriel, I don’t want to be one of them.” I brushed my hand against his cheek, as I had practiced a thousand times before, as I once did centuries ago. “Be at peace with my fate.” I gestured to his cleric. “Apologize tomorrow, start your quarrel with her anew with fresh eyes and mind.”

I led him out of the room, gently as I could.

“There just has to be someone better for all of you than me.” He moped as I led him away.

“A better man would fail.” I patted him once more. “Now get washed up. I’ll have my beauticians prepare something special, and when I return I want to grant you peace of mind, you so sorely deserve.

Gabe

A bath did do me some good. The life of a prince wasn't bad, there was all kinds of plants and stuff floating around my tub when I got in there. I felt like I was in a stew, but I guess it all helped with relaxation because all my muscles felt soothed. Even my nausea was dying down, but I had to award that to the empty stomach. I was going to be dead by the end of all this, my anxiety was slowly killing me. I thought it was bad in the real world, but never like this. Every ten minutes or so a breath-stopping pang of dread would ring out from where my heart was. Even when I wasn't thinking about how awful this all was, even when I was leering at one of my teammates, it would just grip me.

Not that I'd had a moment where I wasn't thinking of something awful the entire bath. Jasmine was gone. I don't know how I was supposed to focus on my night with Hilda when that was on my plate.

I stayed in that water until it got cold, and finally fished myself out. Hilda intended to sleep with me I suspected, and I just knew that once again my dick would be limp for her. It wasn't my most pressing concern, but it was on the pile. Maybe I shouldn't have been that concerned, somehow she'd gotten me hard enough to fuck Anna's face in front of a crowed, anything else should be easy money for her.

I headed down the hall to my bedroom. Yes my suite was big enough that a hallway separated the two, and before I could go in, Skye was waiting for me. I almost didn't recognize her, that divine form shrunk to the size of a human. Still there was no mistaking her floating hair, glowing skin, or the outfit of spun sky. "Greetings Prince."

"What are you doing here?" Not my best greeting.

She smiled never the less. "Ye should be flattered. A busy night I have, attending to challanges, and rewriting lives, but you are the most precious of all my flock, so I come to thee first."

My heart sent out another bolt of dread. "Are you going to do something to me?" A change of my own?

She tilted her head, and smiled so softly I remembered that in some ways she was supposed to be my ally. "I am, I sense you are... maladaptive to the burdens placed upon you."

That didn't make any sense. "You keep saying I'm perfect for this."

"Your strategy is sound yes, but your despair is greater than most in your position."

"There are others?" Now it was my brain sending out errant signals, as I tried to grasp the thought that all of this had happened before.

"I think that is so." She was close enough to rub my leg with her foot, and she did so. I think it was supposed to soothe me as she thought. "I told you I was poured into this world, like a fish into a bowl yes?"

All of that was just after the car crash, before Caloradia, but she did say something like that. That her purpose in the world was to fufill The Quest, ie, getting me laid. "Yeah, something like that."

"I believe that there are others, other fish, other bowels. I have that sense at least."

"How many?"

"Hard to say, more all the time, but some vanish, some stutter, some come to an end. The point is I have this instinct that I was supposed to cast a spell on you, to put you more at ease with all of this, to dull your dread."

"My anxiety."

"Exactly so, I disregarded these ideas and feel that you're suffering for it now."

"I feel like I'm dying, even when I'm kind of enjoying what's happening, I feel sick."

She nodded and got to her feet. "Then let me take that away from you now. I'm sorry for the pain thou hast suffered."

I batted her hand away. "Wait." I had to think about this, I didn't want her messing with my mind. Certainly not if it made me more accepting of all of this weirdness. "Back on Earth I took medicine um... potions? To help manage my anxiety. I've been off of it sense coming here, if I just had those I think it would help?"

She thought about that. "Interesting, have I that power?" She waved her hands, and made a face of concentration. I couldn't only imagine what she was doing, but it looked hard. "What I seek is beyond my grasp, and yet..." She twitched as her instead hand swirled and swirld. "I reeeeach, and..." There was a snap, a gust of wind, and in the next moment she had a bottle of pills in her hand. "I succeed!" She offered me the bottle.

It didn't look like my anxiety meds. "Fuckitol." I read off the label, smirking as I did. That was a pretty good pun. "I don't think I have a prescription for this."

She blushed. "I could not reach your world, so I searched for the closet thing I could find from the others."

"But this will help with my anxiety?"

"That's the sense I have yes."

I took a pill, and looked at it. Mundane enough. "Can't be any worse than what I'm feeling right now." I said fuck it, and popped the pill in swallowing without water like a real tough guy.

Yep, those things were magic.

I won't say it was euphoria, but if you suffer from sever enough anxiety it's absence can sure as hell feel like it. For the first time in maybe all of my life, my mind was was still. I wasn't dreaming up complex webs of possible futures, consequences, and catastrophes. I just, was. "Woah."

"Better?" Skye swayed curiously.

"I feel... very zen."

"I'll take Zen. This is your second night with a girl, don't overthink it, just do what comes naturally." She winked. "And have fun." With that she scooted me to the door, and floated away, leaving me feeling high and calm.

When I came into the room, Hilda was already waiting for me. Posed confidently on my bed, leaving no mistake of what she wanted from me. Not even a dinner first. Wow, I'm not sure I would ever get used to her body, tall and thin, so unlike her pudgy little form before. It made her pixie cut look so much left frumpy, and those pointy little ears poking out from her got me going. Hard to imagine her as my little sidekick now, this was a woman. The bearskin draped over her shoulders, the skimpy underwear, I wanted everything this scene had to offer.

Wow those pills were really something. I felt so at ease, and gawked at her openly. I didn't feel any shame or anxiety. Just... "Oh, she wants to fuck."

Until I saw her frown. She seemed almost annoyed that I was admiring her.

Elven modesty...

"I thought we'd have dinner first..." I offered.

"Not hungry." She crossed her legs, figuring I'd gotten a good enough look at her underwear. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want to fuck me."

Then I guess I'm confused about what she was doing on my bed, in her underwear. "How should I look at you?"

"Not at all." She ran her hand over her face, until her eyes were closed. "See?"

I closed my own eyes with a smile. "There's a lot of room between here and there."

"Then follow my voice." I scooted cautiously forward, aware that there was a bear rug and a fire place that seemed destined to kill me at some point during this whole thing. "Did we have sex?" She called from the darkness.

I was caught a bit off-guard by this. There was much need in her voice, maybe she wasn't as happy with her elven life as she let on, maybe not knowing you past is just unbearable. I couldn't say. "We were going to, I know we were going to, but no. Just hand stuff and blowjobs."

"That must have been fun." She scoffed.

"You're acting weird." I said. "You're sure you wouldn't rather eat?"

"No..." She rasped, and then let her voice soften. "No, sorry I'm just nervous. We've never... done this."

"We don't have to." I felt so calm, with it all. Come what may, I was just riding the tides of the universe at this point. "We can eat, talk. We're still in the early stages of all those. We don't have to have sex now, let's take our time."

"It has to be tonight." She paused. "I don't know when I'll get another shot at you." I could hear her breath, like she was trying to clear her mind. Then when she spoke it was in a low husk, not natural in anyway and really only sexy because she wanted it to be. "You're getting closer... closer to me... eyes still closed. Right now you're imagining me, my body my... no. No not that... you've already moved beyond that. You're thinking of my holy spot, how each tentative step brings you closer to it... closer to owning it."

"Yes." I smiled blindly now confidently stepping in her direction. My sex stiring with interest.

"My body is irrelevant to you, I could be anyone so long as I was yours, and I knew it. So imagine that, imagine you owning me, imagine me worshipping you... is this sexy?"

"Yes." I nodded, and reached forward to give myself a squeeze. "You've got a sexy voice."

"Don't say that..."

"Then I'll... oww!" I hit my shin on the rail of the bed, and Hilda started cackling! "You planned that?"

"No no, close your eyes, close your eyes." I reluectantly did as she asked, and let her help me onto the bed. "It was a happy accident, your ego needed a little denting."

"My ego looks like Bonnie and Clyde's car at this point."

I could hear her eyes rolling. "Weren't you just out there in the arena saying that you were the savior of the world?"

She got me there. "I'm complex."

A hand rubbed across my forehead like a caress. "I wish I understood you."

"What's to understand?"

She brushed my forehead again, and I began to melt. "I don't know... I'm going to kiss you now, is that okay?"

I pooched out my lips, and in a moment she was on me. I felt like there was a car behind her pushing her lips into mine. Not the ****, just the intent, the desperation. She needed this, she needed me.

And that's all it took for me to get on board.

Soon my hands were on her head, my thumbs toyed with her strange ears as I kissed her back. We did that for a long time. It was comfortable and familiar, though she'd clearly matured over the years. I wasn't fighting her tongue off like I usually did when we made out.

"I forgot what a good kisser you were." She gasped, scooting back on my bed. I opened my eyes to see her unclasping her cape.

"You've gotten better."

She really liked that, her mouth split into a bright smile. "Was I bad before?"

My laugh was tinged with guilt. "Pretty bad."

She grinned again. "How awful." She noticed me take my shirt off, and shifted back a little more, like I was unsheathing a weapon. Still she did stare at my body a bit. "You're so handsome."

"For a human?"

"For a Gabe." She scooted closer and put her hand on my stomach. I sucked in, hoping she wouldn't notice. "Close your eyes."

I obeyed.

She put her hand on my pants. "Armor off..." She whispered, but to no avail. I could hear the smile in her voice. "Worth a shot. Off with those, would you?"

I laughed, and once again did as she asked. This wasn't my most efficient bout of love making.

"Do you ever feel broken?" She asked me.

"All the time." More and more lately.

"Me too." As I took my pants off she prodded my butt cheek with her toe. "Is there a good ending to all of this? Do we heal, or do I just break into a shape you like?"

"Hmm." I sat down. "Can I open my eyes?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want you to see me."

"Then come here." I held out my hand and she took it, and quite blindly, I maneuvered the two of us until we were laying down, and with that began to rub her body. I massaged her gently, hoping that elves had similiar muscle groupings as humans.

"Mmm that' feels good."

"I want us to heal, and to all go home." I dug my fingers into her until she sighed, or moaned.

"I like the go home part... I just don't think what I have can be healed."

I never knew Hilda felt that way. In my opinion she was too young to even be broken. At least graduate college before going there. "What is it?"

She shifted so she was facing me. "Nothing." We kissed. "I'm liable to talk myself right out of this, so let's just stop while I have you in bed."

"I'm okay with talking Hilda, it's okay."

"But I don't want to talk, I want to do this. Just for myself I want to... I want to seduce you, and feel sexy."

I opened my eyes, she had her closed too, which felt very honest for some reason. "You are sexy, you don't have to hide your body from me for me to think it."

"It's for me though. I don't want it to be this body, or my voice. It's my mind, and it's what I feel that I want you to want."

"What do you feel?" I watched her red eyebrows crease, she was thinking so hard. Her hot skin was pounding, I could feel her heartbeat wherever I laid My hand.

"This." She pressed her lips against me again, and that car had a jet engine attached to it this time. It blew through me. Whatever it was that she needed so desperately, she was going to get it. We kissed some more, but I felt her not so stealthily reaching down for me. Her tender fingers grabbed me and squeezed until I moaned.

Her eyes opened and she caught me looking. A bit of anger flashed behind her eyes, and without being told I closed them. She squeezed me again as if to say 'Good boy'. She kneaded me for a bit as we took turns kissing necks, and jawlines. Then she rolled over and pressed her back into me.

"I'm ready." She whispered. She raised a leg straight up into the air to give me all the room I needed to maneuver."

I ran my head along her entrance, feeling the wetness, the warmth and, eventually her opening. She gasped slightly as my head got into place, excitement or whatever she was feeling escaping her mouth. Then with a soft grunt, I put myself in. She lowered her leg, and we were locked in place. I wrapped an arm around her, found a tit to squeeze and began to fuck in that gentle sideways motion.

We shared a lovely, and lazy little duet of pleased "Mmmmms" as we rocked into each other. I kissed her long thin neck, and licked behind those sharp ears. She was content to and let me do my work. No words, no images, I had to be content with the tenderness of her touch, and the fantasies that ran wild through my head. Replaying the day's events. Normally I would have thought about who attacked Lana, or the fact that the part treasury was somehow empty, but today it was that wonderful display of combat that was on my mind. Jasmine squeezing Night in her shield, Vera masturbating uncontrollably, and especially the foot meta, that'd been set up.

God.

What would a world rewritten to my desires really look like?

As passive as she was Hilda was very sweet too. It was more than her soft, shy moans. More than the way she moved and shivered under my lips. It was more, well maybe not more. The thing I'm thinking of, the thing that brought me back into the moment was her hand wrapping around mine. As I squeezed her tit, her hand took mine, and as I fucked her she just rubbed her thumb along the top of my hand. It was so sweet and tender...

Everything in this world just seemed like ****. The girls had to fight each other. I had to fight fight the girls. Sky was changing them in everyday possible, it all just seemed so cruel and needless. What I had to do to Jasmine to get her in line... Then out of all of this, as we fucked, a thumb stroked me. It was so sweet, and so tender. There was actually someone in this group that for a moment felt like they really liked me.

I would have cried, if I weren't **** up, and having sex. So instead I did the only thing I could do, kiss and neck and rock harder. "Thank you." I whispered. "Thank you for this."

"I thought we'd waited long enough." She sighed, and pressed her back against me.

"I should have waited longer." I gulped and kissed her neck again, and again. "For the last time, and for all eternity... I'm sorry Anna."