Fantasyland tales
A new story in a fantasy setting always for mature audiences. NC-17.
BPOV
The forest was particularly dark today. I adjusted my coat and went on. I was walking on a good rhythm, enough to make it to the school in one day. I had enough food for my lunch and just few clothes since all my belongings were already at my destination. Usually, I was never alone for this trip, but now I was grown enough, wasn't I?
Soon, I will be graduated from the famous magic school of Oriador. I must confess, I was not the best in this school far from it, I was not very powerful, not very skilled, but I loved books and had a good memory. I loved to help others too and everyone knew who to go to have the right references for homework and such. My carrier was clear, librarian as I am too shy to become a teacher, or anything else I might add.
I was eager to join my dearest friend, Rosa, the most beautiful girl of the school. And I daydreamed of the moment we will touch again. Sharing a room with her was the best thing that has happened to me. She was always wandering her delicious little fingers all over my body, eliciting panting and moaning till she was satisfied. Her kisses were like cherries, sweet and juicy. A tension was building in my core just thinking about it and all the private lessons we experienced with our professor of sexual magic, Carlisle. I was pinching lightly my hard rosebuds, looking for a place to release the tension when I heard screams.
I was frozen for a moment, my arousal deflating exponentially and decided to see what was happening even if it was out of the main road. What was in front of me was horrible. Two huge trolls, their stony bodies standing threatingly over someone, were ready to cut him for their diner. This appeared to be a very sexy male being with pointy ears. His body was tied on a rock with his black and silver pants down and one of the monsters was aiming to cut his virile appendage to put it on a stick like a vulgar sausage. An anger, I had never experienced, came upon me. I went straight to them while making an incantation I didn't know I had in me. The trolls turned to stone at once after this foreign sentence. I was almost to the rock and the tied victim when I blacked out. One sentence from my father came to mind: "Beware of the night elves." Because this male could only be from one elf tribe with his black and silver clothes; and the glimmer wherever the pale sun touched his skin. And in my actual state, I was at his mercy.
See you soon?