Chapter 11

Ball Games

The thought that Kandomere had left with her had utterly dominated her thoughts for the rest of the evening. She'd actually considered taking an early shower so she could work off the arousal he'd elicited in her, but Kyra came home before she could put thought into practice. She didn't usually keep things from Kyra, but she didn't tell her what had happened. She didn't fully understand what it meant yet and what it would mean for the immediate future. Discussion about such things hadn't really been part of what happened.

They were able to eat a decent meal for the first time in weeks, thanks to Alavara, and Kyra had made a friend in one of the other runners at the studio. They were both young and timid, and it seemed they had circumstance in common. Although her new friend hadn't lost her parents to the Inferni, her mother died in childbirth and her father resented that she'd survived and her mother had not.

Hearing Kyra gush about having an elf friend made her smile. She'd tried to encourage such friendships where they used to work, but none of the other staff had wanted to be around Kyra outside of work. Alice had often wondered if her association with Kyra made things worse for her. Having a human friend couldn't have helped her situation. There wasn't anything Alice could do about that. She wasn't about to abandon Kyra so she could focus on elf friendships.

After several hours of chatting, Alice made her excuses about being tired and escaped to her room. She was monumentally grateful for elf quality in that moment as the walls were thick enough to hide noises from other rooms. In truth, she wasn't tired. She was horny. When she thought deeply enough about what had happened, she could still faintly remember the feel of his lips against hers, of his teeth nipping at her neck, and his erection rubbing against her hip.

She was already under the sheets and sliding her fingers between her legs as she conjured up the memory of him. She wasn't just wet, she was sodden. A finger practically glided over her clit, the faint sound of sticky arousal echoing under the sheets as she set a quick rhythm, using her free hand to slide two fingers inside herself, her hips rocking upwards as she thrust them, wishing he hadn't had the presence of mind to stop when he did.

She wondered how long he had waited himself before he'd given in to his own arousal. She could still hear his sultry voice in her ear as he assured her that he'd be thinking about her as he masturbated. The thought made her blush, though she couldn't really understand why. They were grown-ups. Grown-ups had needs. He wouldn't be any different just because he was an elf. It did make her wonder how often he needed to masturbate. Did elves have a higher sex drive than humans? She'd been led to believe that orcs certainly did, though she'd never dated an orc.

Repeating the memory of him saying he'd be thinking about her for a third time, she began to tremble and pant, her fingers working furiously but keeping a rhythm as she desperately sought her orgasm. The bed thankfully didn't squeak as her hips bucked upwards repeatedly, a few final flourishes with her finger on her clit enough to send her over into blissful oblivion.

Kandomere hadn't waited at all. He had already been unzipping his trousers as he left Alice's apartment and unlocked his own door. He'd dropped his bags in a heap and shoved off his jacket, heading straight for the bathroom, his hand already pulling his cock free as he stepped up to his marble sink, his free hand pushing his trousers lower so he could grasp his balls.

His pace was urgent as he stroked, twisting his hand on the upstroke for greater sensation. Just as Alice had rerun their interaction in her mind, Kandomere focused on the feel of her under his hands, the contour of her full breast under her clothing, and the heat of her crotch against his thigh. He hadn't been lying when he'd said how close he'd been to undressing her and fucking her against the wall.

His dating life was sparse. His work took up so much of his time, he often thought it would be unfair to subject his schedule onto a partner. He'd seen how difficult it was for Montehugh to keep his marriage afloat. Logically, he wasn't sure it was such a good idea to pursue anything with Alice, but he also recognised how unique she was. He couldn't imagine his life without her in it in some form.

Though he hadn't told her yet, he'd been masturbating every day, sometimes twice a day since she'd been living in his building. He'd recognised early on just how delicious her scent was. Most people assumed that orcs were the race with the best sense of smell, but elves could actually rival them in that regard. Alice's scent was musky, as most humans were, but it was tinged with spring blossom. He'd only noticed earlier that when aroused it became much stronger, as though she'd been rolling around in cherry blossom and hawthorn flowers. He'd also gotten the faint scent of her arousal. He could only imagine how she'd taste. Fruity and sweet.

He groaned loudly, his fingers becoming sticky with precome as his other hand rolled and firmly massaged his balls. He conjured up the memory of her tongue on his thumb, sucking it into her mouth. In that moment, he'd imagined how her mouth would feel around him. It wasn't an act he'd experienced in abundance, though he'd certainly enjoyed it every time it had happened. He also looked forward to one day feeling how her pussy responded to his tongue, how her clit would become engorged as he sucked.

His groaning became panting and his hips jutted forward, mimicking how desperately he needed to thrust into her. Remembering the feel of her hands on the skin of his spine was enough to pull his climax from him, his heels lifting as he tried in vain to aim for the bowl of the sink, the force of his pleasure sending his come several feet, most of it hitting taps and splashback.

He was breathing heavily as his heels dropped, his hands leaving falling to the sides of the sink as his cock slowly deflated, hanging loosely out of his trousers. He lifted his head to look in the mirror and let out a weak chuckle. His pupils were completely blown, the irises barely a thin ring.

He was fairly certain he'd need to go again before bed.

Right as Alice had been falling asleep after her own orgasm, Kandomere had indeed masturbated again after getting into bed. He found that it was the best way to help him sleep, which he'd done quite well. His alarm woke him as usual. He'd also masturbated again in the shower, his thoughts still consumed by her.

He'd left early to avoid bumping into Alice. Not because he didn't want to see her, but because he knew that so soon after their encounter, he'd struggle to keep his hands to himself. He didn't want to walk into his department frustrated. Unfortunately, it didn't stop him from being distracted by thoughts of her, having one or two moments where he'd struggled to keep his erection at bay. It was ridiculous. He felt like a teenager. He was trying to hide it, but Montehugh had known him long enough that he would soon notice.

Alice for her part didn't expect to see him when she and Kyra left for the studio. He was often already gone by the time they needed to leave. It didn't stop her from wishing that this morning would have been different. Not that she would have any idea what to say.

Kyra was to excited to see her new friend when they reached the studio to really notice the change in Alice, but Alavara didn't miss a thing. She didn't say anything of course, but nothing got by that woman.

Alice, to her credit, was completely professional throughout the day. She didn't let the moments where her thoughts drifted to how completely she'd been covered by his strong body distract her from her job. She did flush a few times, but waved them off as just feeling the heat from the set lights.

As the day wound to a close, Alice was able to take a moment to breathe without worrying about her flustered thoughts causing an issue. Unfortunately, Alavara chose that moment to speak to her.

"It was very nice of Kandomere to bring you coffee yesterday," she commented.

"Hmm? Oh! Yes, it was. I think he felt guilty for joking about elf-run coffee shops poisoning my coffee," she answered, trying to wave away the generosity.

"No, no, I don't think it's guilt. I think it's more than that."

Alice flushed, her eyes wide as she looked at Alavara. "What do you mean?"

"My dear, humans have tells. Your dynamic has changed. Hasn't it?"

Alice struggled to form words. It was a situation she had no idea how to explain, and it was made worse when the subject of their conversation appeared.

Alavara went over to him and they greeted each other as they always did. Alice's flush deepened and she couldn't take her eyes off him. She hadn't thought about how she would handle him coming to her workplace, even though he'd been responsible for her working there at all.

"I see you took my advice," Alavara said in elvish to him.

"It's… more complicated than that."

"I wouldn't expect it to be any different. I trust you're being safe?"

Kandomere rolled his eyes. "We haven't reached that point yet."

"Why on earth not?" she questioned.

"I want to do things properly. I've invited her to the Bureau Ball on Friday."

"Rather bold of you. I've no doubt you'll turn some heads and set a lot of tongues wagging."

He shrugged. "I don't care. There's no one else I'd rather take."

"Oh, you'll get no dissenting opinions from me. I merely wish to prepare you for the inevitable 'scandal' such a presence will cause. It might be time for a scandal," Alavara said, smirking.

Despite his insistence that they hadn't had sex, Alavara could tell that something deeply personal had happened. The way they both stared at each other was intense. She'd heard humans call it eye-fucking. There was a sickening amount of that going on in her studio. For Kandomere to take someone to the yearly Ball, whatever was developing between them was huge. He'd never taken anyone. Not in 20 years. She only wished his mother was still alive to see how he'd changed.