*Giggles* My wifey totally gets the review highlight this time: Ohhh wifey...Please we have had Ogre's...Pray tell Spock isn't going to Vulcan Grip our poor Bella..(sorry watching the Sci |Fi Channel in background) Groans and hangs head for slip of tongue...Conundrums are such tricky places to be caught...especially naked between a rock and a very...very...HARD ...Place! Arc

~Chapter Five~

I allowed my gaze to roam over him as I acknowledged the small details. A bow was strapped across his fine chest, and I realized I should not have missed his ears, as they were quite elongated with a defined pointy tip that peeked through his mossy colored hair.

His eyes sparkled playfully, however, and I relaxed. Something I probably should not have done with an elf.

Motion over his shoulder drew my attention for a brief moment. Something bulky, but small, was swinging on the lower branch of a tree. It twirled around the branch until it was perched on it and I could make out a man's face.

He put his finger to his lips, indicating I should stay quiet. With a wink, he launched himself into a higher branch, disappearing in a flurry of green wings as I again heard my name carried on the wind. What was that?

The elf squatted down in front of me. "I'm Carlisle and this is my spring," he announced. "You've trespassed and stolen from me," he added mechanically before his lithe arm darted forward and he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled.

I fell forward, crying out at the sharp pain on my scalp, as well as the jarring to my palms when I caught myself on the pebbles scattered round the bank. For evolved magical beings, this forest lot has something to learn of manners.

I barely had time to think before I was being yanked upright so that I was still on my knees, but no longer on my hands.

No, my hands had gone back to covering my breasts from his hungry glare.

"I...I apologize Carlisle," I mumbled. "I didn't realize I had encroached on anyone's territory. I only wished to wet my parched mouth and rinse the dust of my journey off my skin," I explained.

"Good thing, I suppose," he sighed. "You reeked of ogre, as does my spring now, thanks to you."

I was having trouble resolving the gentleness of his tone with the disdain of his words. Alice had warned me though. Elves were fickle and conceited, she'd said, concerned with nothing but themselves and their possessions. So I knew I was potentially in a great deal of trouble.

He finally let go of my hair and took a step back from me. I trembled as he started a slow pace around me.

"Tell me girl..."

"Bella," I whispered and he stilled.

"Tell me, Bella, what has you traveling through this wood on your own?" he asked as he flicked my hair over my shoulder, exposing my rump.

"Zafrina, the Mistress of the Wood, has sent me forth to free her son in exchange for an elixir that will save my ailing father," I answered truthfully.

"I see." He came around front of me again. "Did Mistress Zafrina not tell you to keep to the path?"

"Well, yessir, she did. But I grew weary and thirsty, and I heard the water and thought a small drink would be acceptable. Then when I arrived, the water beckoned me to rinse and well, um...might you know where my garments have gone, Carlisle?"

He nodded and waved his hand nonchalantly. "Yes...you'll get them back when I'm done with you. Now, open your mouth and drink," he ordered as he loosed the ties of his loincloth and it fell to the ground.

"Drink?" I gasped out as he revealed an extra limb just as the ogre had. While his limb wasn't quite as large as what I'd seen Emmett rubbing on, in fact, it caused me to recollect the snakes I sometimes came across while working in the garden, it wasn't small either and I had no idea what he wanted me to drink.

Alice would be surprised as I was, to learn of the myriad of odd mutations of these woodland folk. I was also curious as to how they seemed to have the mutations in the same area of their bodies, yet they could look so different. My thoughts began to wander to what else I might encounter before this journey was ended, but I was promptly brought back to the snake in front of me.

"Of course human. You drank from my spring. If you want your clothing back, and to be able to properly repay me for your indiscretions against me, you will open your mouth and partake of my essence."

As he said this, he took the snake looking limb thing in hand and brought it towards my mouth. Noticing a clear fluid dripping from the eye, I assumed this was what I needed to drink so I licked at it tentatively.

My tongue tingled and I was surprised at the sweet flavor. Light and sweet like the honeysuckle that grew at the back edge of our yard. With that memory, I opened my mouth wider and sucked him in deeper.

He slid into my mouth easily, and I found that the substance I'd licked from the eye was having a numbing effect, so that I only felt fullness in my mouth, but no discomfort.

"Yes, just like that, Bella," he coaxed as his hips withdrew; pulling the snake from my mouth and gliding it back in gently. I was thankful this snake didn't seem to have teeth. "It has been too long since I've felt the warmth of a woman's wetness engulf my manhood," he said, his teeth were clenched, his body language suggesting he was having a hard time remaining coherent.

Manhood? Was this thing in my mouth what I'd heard crass whispers about in the village? Was this what the men implied they needed to have tended in the darkness of stables and rooms?

And why were these thoughts, along with the feel of his manhood drifting along my tongue, awakening my body again? The wood really was a dangerous place. A place that enchanted you and befuddled your thoughts.

As my mind had wandered and my body had burst into sensations new and unfamiliar, Carlisle's motions had increased. He was now rocking in and out, edging deeper into my throat with each forward thrust of his hips. His movements forcing my mouth wider and wider.

His strong hands threaded into my hair and unexpectedly, he was drawing me forward, until my nose became nestled in his mossy green curls as his manhood thickened in my throat.

"Drink, Bella of the Village. Drink of thine essence and your transgressions will be forgiven," he moaned out as my mouth filled with a hot viscous fluid that tasted of concentrated honeysuckle and vanilla.

I greedily gulped all the nectar he gave me. Enjoying the sweet taste more than any special occasion mead I'd ever sipped upon in village celebrations.

As I continued drinking down his offering, a surge of energizing bliss moved through me. It began in the pit of my stomach and radiated outwards in hypnotic ripples. Unable to cease the way I had started to convulse, I just rode the waves of euphoric pleasure as long as I could, until I collapsed in an insentient heap.

The buzzing and tingling gradually seceded and I opened my eyes. I could hear the water but nothing else, causing me to sit up in a state of alarm and disorientation.

The little bit of sunlight that filtered through the canopy had dimmed, suggesting a fair amount of time had passed since my encounter with Carlisle. My mind was racing, but my limbs were like doughy bread and I wasn't sure what I should do first.

"So the sleeping beauty awakes," a small voice said, sending a pleasant prickling across my skin.