**PART I:**
It has almost been a year since I passed through the portal. I know because of the way the crescent moon is tattooed on the still, Autumn night-sky.
Strange. The stars here are vastly different from back on earth, yet the sun and the moon remain the same. Particularly the moon. The way it caresses the leaves of the trees and cuts through the canopies is eerily similar to the way it shon off the high-rises back home.
I knew it had been a year because I got that tingle. The tingle I used to get when Bessie and I shared that city moon. Now we only share memories. Or maybe we don’t even share those?
Maybe she’s forgotten them already.
*Mathieu, enough!*
I snap myself out of it with some internal dialogue and a masochistic swig of some elvish wine.
Tonight is the night I meet her. Tonight is the night I leave earth, Bessie, and all of those memories behind.
Her name is Jasmine, the queen of all the elves in Hectorville. I haven’t seen her, but I have been told of a beauty beyond comparison.
**knock knock knock**
The gentle tappings of my room-slave interrupt my day-dream of tonight’s proceedings.
“A moment, please, Lokkiah.” I say to my slave as I frantically zip up my boar-leather leg-guards. They were doing such a sturdy job of concealing my fore-arm sized human flesh sword.
This mentioned, human flesh sword, is exactly what has earnt me such notoriety in Hectorville. It is, infact, exactly why I have a slave named Lokkiah.
However, with great power comes great responsibility- and unfortunately- my responsibilities have mounted to an extreme I can no longer contain without relief.
Not just any, relief… the relief of an Elvish sex goddess, such as Jasmine.
For it is the ‘eve before I lead my tribe to war, and no monarch in both Earthen history or Elvish history has led their men to war without first, emptying his balls.
**PART II:**
The Elvish wine hits my human liver harder than those of my Elvish compatriots, so it is no wonder that I am pleasantly drunk by the time Lokkiah informs me of Jasmine’s presence in my quarters.
I order him to give us at least three hours without interruption- no exceptions. For even if the battle is at my doorstep, my precious time inside the flesh canal of this Elvish Goddess is not to be interrupted.
I lay down on my bed. Then I stand up. Then I sit down on my chair. Then I lie down again.
*Shit! Maybe I am nervous.*
I hear the gentle scrape of the door open. Fuck- stand up again! Greet her like the God you are.
The first thing I see is her hair. Black as the night and twice as beautiful- and that is some compliment considering the stars in Hectorville. It shimmers in tandem with the satin robe that is carelessly draped over her milk white shoulders. She is commanding, beyond the point of femine, almost to the point of scary, yet finding the perfect equilibrium between the two.
Her stride is long and cat-like, somewhere between an Egyptian Goddess and Padmé Amidala. She stretches one leg out after the other in the streak of moonlight that illuminates my chambers.
“King Mathieu…” she whispers, her soft voice alone superior to all the beauty I experienced on earth.
“I hear you requested my…” she pauses, dropping the satin robe off her shoulders gently,
“…m*y services*”
Her body gleams in the moonlight like an Elvish Venus de Milo remake born from one of George R.R. Martin’s wet dreams. It is chiseled, yet soft. Slim, yet pert. It is everything a king could ever desire and more.
Just as one of my scholars warned. I can’t manage words. It is as if her body alone has me in a trance. The only way I can communicate back is through my own body, and my flesh sword is standing at attention and shouting to be mounted.
She does just that, slowly parting my silk undergarments to reveal my indomitable human flesh sword. It is flushed and veiny with the blood that surges to it’s tip and longs to nestle inside the warmth of her.
Her Elvish pussy is already dripping wet, and the outside of her perfectly tight vagina parts beneath the tip of my cock. It slides down the sides and engulfs the head of my penis in the most perfect balance of friction and lubrication. It feels like the pussy of a thousand pornstars back on earth bottled into one sliding gently up and down my shaft.
Her fingernails tear at my back as I take over, feeding her every inch of my massive cock. A mix of shrill excitement and joy screams from her voluptuous lips as she releases her fluids all over my tense torso- and this isn’t even her brought to orgasm.
I flip her perfect Elvish body onto her stomach, and catch a glimpse of the most marvellous vagina a man could imagine. The two sides meet to make one incredible slit of wet, Elvish delight. I reach my hand around the bottom side of her stomach and find her clitoris in one fell swoop. I’m thrusting my full, raging cock inside her tight pussy while I rub her clitoris with gentle calm.
Her once contained joy is now obvious, as her fingernails grip my silky sheets and she calls my name loud enough for the stars to hear. She comes for me, again and again and again. Each time, her vagina re-lubricating itself in a phenomenal retraction. After what seems like an hour of this repeated, I turn her onto her back and take her face to face.
Two marvellous blue-grey eyes stare back at me. Her flawless facial features only made more exciting by the small freckles lining her face. They alone send a shiver down my spine, and once I look down to see my penis entering and exiting her perfect torso. I know it’s time for me to finish.
“I want your cum” she begs,
I want it so bad that I live for it. It is my sole purpose to obtain it, my King. Please. Give it to me.”
I thrust deeper than I have before, my cock now fully inside her. And I release.
The feeling is that of a thousand galaxies colliding for a soiree in the stars. My head is full and satiated beyond any time in my life.
I am ready for war.
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