I munched on a piece of bread as her words sank in. We were quite for a few minutes until Quarren raised her head and smiled devilishly. “Ah, Meira, I think your little lost lover has returned.”
My head shot up and I glimpsed Ara’s auburn hair just as she disappeared into the hallway to the staircase. Without another word to Quarren, I shove the rest of my bread into my mouth and hurry after her.
Ara either didn’t notice me storming down the stairs or she ignored me, for she didn’t so much as turn her head as I approached behind her. She turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and headed toward her room. I caught up a moment later.
Ara gasped in surprise as I caught her and pushed her against the wall, kissing her passionately. Her surprise wore off after a moment, and she kissed me back. Relief flooded me, for I had worried that she was avoiding me, not wanting to be near me. But the fire in her kiss told me otherwise, that she indeed still wanted me as she’d told me that night.
“Meira,” Ara gasped as I made a string of little kisses and nips down her neck. “We can’t do this.”
I stopped and looked her in the eyes. “Why?”
Ara glanced down at her gown, which was white. My eyes widen and my mouth falls open. How had I not noticed? All I’d seen was her, her beautiful auburn hair and her sweet face. The color of her gown had slipped my notice altogether.
“You’re--”
Ara smiled sadly and happily at the same time. “Yes. Elura thought it would be wise for me to rest after the matching to further the chances. Pure elven children are so rare these days.”
“I won’t hurt you,” I promised her and leaned in to press my lips against hers again.
“I’m not worried about that,” Ara said, ducking away from me. “I’m worried about my aunt. Most women are fine to do whatever they want, even when they are wearing white, but my aunt is being so protective of me. She may even threaten you if you do anything.”
“Would she do anything to you if you did anything?”
“She’s scared of hurting the pregnancy. She will hardly touch me herself.”
“Then she can only hurt me, and I’m willing to take that chance,” I said as I embraced her and kissed her deeply.
Ara didn’t seem so sure at first but quickly returned the kiss, running her hands up and down me, feeling my breasts. We kissed as we led each other down the hall, pausing only to open the door to my room. We slipped inside, locking the door behind us, and immediately began tearing at each other's dresses.
“You’re so beautifully perfect,” I groaned as Ara’s white gown fell to the floor. I attacked her tits with my mouth, relishing the softness of her skin and the hardness of her rosy nipples.
“I’ve never been so drawn to anyone like I am to you,” Ara whispered, moaning as I sucked her tits and grabbed her ass. “I’ve dreamed of you every day and night since the first time I saw you.”
“You’re done dreaming,” I said in a husky voice. I looked up at her amber eyes and began pulling her to my bed, laying her delicately on the fluffed mattress and pillows. “I’ll be delicate with you, so your auntie needn’t worry.”
I gingerly placed my fingers between her slightly spread legs and began toying around with her velvety pink mound. Ara shivered and giggled. “I love how you touch me.”
“I love touching you,” I said with a smile before returning my attention to my current task. I rubbed Ara’s clit a little harder, varying the strokes with little circles, then big circles, then from side to side. Ara’s pussy started to become wet, and I found my mouth watering once more.
The sweet perfume of her nectar reached my nose and my own pussy suddenly felt hot with desire. Ara must have noticed the change in my breathing pattern or the hunger in my eyes, for she gestured for me to sit next closer to her. I complied, continuing to rub her clit. Ara’s hand snaked between my legs and began to toy with my clit, almost shyly. I moaned, leaning my head back as the pleasure began to pulse up from between my legs to every fiber of my being.
We stayed there, rubbing each other’s clits for a time, careful not to moan too loudly. We were all too aware that Elura’s prying elven ears could easily pick out our voices through the walls.
“I want to taste you,” Ara whispered, her voice dripping with arousal.
I only managed a moan in return as Ara moved away from my toying fingers to position herself between my spread legs. Just seeing her perfect little nose so close to my wet pussy was almost enough to set me off, but I held my wits. Ara began to nip and kiss her way around my upper thighs, so close to my pussy that I whimpered, begging her to go all in.
But just as that night when we shared Valous, she was toying with me, causing that desire to grow and burn within me like a volcano about to erupt. “Ara, please…”
Ara’s amber eyes peaked at me from between my legs and twinkled mischievously. Wait, they seemed to say, just enjoy the anticipation.
She continued to nip and kiss around that sensitive area, and then, without warning, she began to devour my pussy, licking every inch and crevice. I let out a surprised welp at the sudden surge of feeling, earning a stern slap from my lover. Oops, we needed to be careful.
Ara continued to explore my lady parts, even flicking her tongue in and out of my hole. She let out soft moans, letting me know that she approved of how I tasted. I gripped the silk sheets with one hand and covered my mouth with the other, scared that I would moan too loudly. Ara’s hand traveled up my torso as she sucked, toying with my already hardened nipples.
Her tongue prodded the opening to my hole once more, but this time she ventured in farther. I groaned in approval as her tongue filled my opening, felt around, and then retreated, only to return a moment later. She continued to tongue-fuck me, playing with my breasts with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other. So much was happening at once that I couldn’t last long, a climax ricocheting off my bones and muscles, making me go limp for a few seconds.
Ara chuckled and sat up, looking pleased with herself. She wriggled her eyebrows at me, as if challenging me.
“Oh,” I said, trying desperately to catch my breath. “Now it’s my turn.”
I pushed her onto her back, kissing her as she softly fell. I tasted myself on her lips, and I moaned. I broke the kiss, spreading her legs and lowering myself to look at that beautiful, smooth mound. Her pussy was extremely swollen with her nectar and her legs quivered in anticipation.
I didn’t play the game of toying around like she had with me. Instead, I pressed my lips against her clit and flicked my tongue out, playing with the tiny mound. Ara let out a sigh and arched her back, but I was only getting started. I played with her clit a little longer, taking in the tangy taste of her nectar before venturing lower.
Ara shivered as my tongue explored between her pussy lips and circled the entrance to her tight hole. I didn’t enter the hole, not yet. I wanted to enjoy the taste of her, to toy with her a little bit.
“Meira,” she groaned, and I felt the deepest satisfaction of hearing my name on her lips as I ate her out. A few weeks ago I would have never imagined doing something like this and loving it, yet here I was, drinking and devouring her nectar like the world depended on it.
I let my hands travel up her firm abdomen, loving how the muscles tensed at my touch. Her tits were small enough to fit in my hands, so I squeezed and kneaded them, occasionally pulling at the nipples. Ara writhed in rhythm with me, and it soon felt as if we were one being, fuzed together for a moment.
I prodded the opening of her hole again, and she begged me softly to enter. I slipped my tongue in, feeling around on all sides before going in as far as I could. Her nectar was strong here, and I moaned at the taste. I pulled my hands from her tits and wrapped my arms under her legs and ass to secure her as I began to tongue -uck her.
Ara let out a little whimper as my tongue went slowly in and out of her hole. I loved it, having her securely splayed before me, her pussy wide open for my tasting pleasure.
I flicked my tongue around harder, faster, wishing that Elura hadn’t forbidden her from being with anyone so that we could moan and cry out to our hearts content, but each moan I earned from her sweet lips was precious to me. She was my elven treasure, and I would do anything to be with her always.
I pulled my tongue from her hole, running the tip along the length of her pussy to the clit, then back down and into the hold again. I repeated this over, and over again, feeling Ara’s muscles tense in a coming climax. “Yes, my treasure,” I sigh between licks. “Come for me.”
Ara’s pussy tightened around my tongue, and I continued to tongue-fuck her until I felt and tasted the cascade of her nectar come. Her back arched and she let out the sweetest sigh as the climax overtook her body.
I raised my head as she sat up. Wordlessly, we kissed, tasting ourselves on each other’s lips. Her lips were so soft yet so demanding that I felt I could kiss them all day. I don’t know how long we kissed, wrapped in each other’s arms, but I didn’t care. She was the only thing that mattered to me.
It was Ara that broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against mine. “I want to try something new.”
I chuckled, taking a breath before answering. “You are hornier that me, and I’m the one wearing lavender today.”
She grinned, the tips of her elven ears turning pink. “If you don’t want to…”
I kissed her before she could finish the sentence. “I want to. Now, what do you have in mind?”
Ara blushed again but held up two fingers on each hand then pushed them together in an interlocking position. I understood immediately and had to stifle a laugh.
We fumbled a little getting into position, giggling as we went. I decided to do most of the moving, keeping in mind that Elura had demanded that Ara stay as rested as possible. It wasn’t that I feared that our activity would harm Ara in any way, but I respected Elura enough to try to grant her wishes as much as possible. Granting the entire wish, however, was proving more and more impossible. I knew Ara and I were past the point of no return at this time.
Finally in position, I began rubbing my pussy against Ara’s loving the feeling of our hot, sticky mounds pressed together. The position itself wasn’t as pleasurable as the others had been, but it felt more intimate, more slow and relaxed. I met Ara’s large, beautiful eyes as I rubbed against her. We stared into each other’s souls as we fused together, our feelings for each other locking firmly into place. She was my elven treasure, and I would do anything for her.
“I love you,” she whispered, the words gliding through the air.
Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. It startled me, the sudden emotion. I hadn’t cried when Gaelin and Folwin kidnapped me, or when I entered this strange place. But I cried at her admission that she reflected the same strong feelings I had for her. We hadn’t known each other long, hadn’t spent much time together, but I knew she spoke true.
“I love you too,” I said through silent tears.
“How touching,” a silky voice said from the doorway.
Ara and I both cried out, startled at Elura’s sudden and silent appearance. How had she gotten through the locked door without us even noticing?
Elura seemed to read the question right out of my head. “I used magic, my dear Meira.” Though she smiled, I could see the deadly poison in her gaze upon me.
“Ara, darling, I believe there is something wrong with this picture.” She looked over Ara’s trembling naked body and then to mine.
“I’m sorry, auntie,” Ara whimpered. “Please don’t do anything.”
“Oh, I shall do as I please,” :Elura snapped back. “Meira, I should have known you would be trouble when in lavender. Perhaps it’s my fault I didn’t remove Ara from the Dwelling.” She raised her hand to her eyes, taking a deep breath. “I assume I don’t have to explain my reasoning for asking Ara to refrain from such activities.”
“She explained it all to me,” I admit before Ara could stand up for me, “but I didn’t listen. I’m sorry, Elura.”
Elura took another deep breath before looking back at me. “I’ve already admitted that I should take part of the blame, but you have to understand that this can’t go completely unpunished.”
My heart thundered in my chest as I waited for her judgement. When she remained silent for a time, I asked, “What do you have in mind?”
Elura’s ruby lips twisted into a devilish smile. “You’ll have to wait until tonight when the suitors arrive.”
Chapter Seven
Punished
I spent the rest of the day in my room alone.
A mixture of contradicting emotions whirled within me--happiness, for finally being with Ara, shame, for being discovered by Elura, all the while feeling terrified and curious about what Elura had in mind for my punishment.
My head spun from the storm of the thoughts and accompanied these emotions as I laid in my bed, the sweet scent of Ara still clinging to the sheets. I stared at the ceiling, my only way of knowing the time being the shifting of the shadows accompanying the light that streamed through the glass door to my balcony.
As the light outside began to fade, a soft knock sounded at the door, and I called for whoever it was to enter. It turned out to be Srien and Quarren, who apparently had made up after their little squabble earlier. I could tell from their careful expressions that they had likely heard what had happened. No doubt rumors were already flying around the Dwelling. The women here had nothing better to do than gossip about the same bland stories. Surely the scandal of a newcomer quarter-blood sleeping with white-dressed Ara against her aunt’s wishes brought new life to their ramblings.
“Elura said that you should change into this,” Siren said, putting a folded lavender piece of silk on the foot of the bed.
Quarren said nothing but lit a dish full of sweet incense and placed it on the bedside table. My senses hazed as soon as the smoke from the incense entered my lungs.
“It’s time, then,” I murmured, standing and beginning to remove my current lavender gown. I went to put on the new dress Srien had brought me from Elura, but paused when I held the cloth up. There were two pieces of cloth, both barely large enough to cover my private areas. I glanced at Srien and Quarren, who both looked as confused as I did. Apparently they hadn’t seen anyone wear such an outfit before, either.
“Wish me luck,” I mumbled to them and slipped the top piece on.
The strips of silk barely covered my nipples but not much else. I might have just wrapped myself with a yard of ribbon. The bottom piece was very much the same, having a single strip around my waist and another strip running between my legs, hardly covering anything. I might as well have worn nothing, but I knew this was part of Elura’s punishment.
“I guess there’s no use in putting this off anymore.”
“Wait, your hair,” Quarren said, pushing me to sit back on the bed. She pulled a few pins out of her own hair and began twisting and pinning my hair. I hadn’t even looked at myself in the mirror, but I knew I must have looked like a mess after what I’d done earlier.
“Thank you,” I murmured when she finished.
“We’ll walk you up,” Srien said. The two women fell into step on either side of me and walked with me out to the hallway and up the staircase to the main floor.
Everyone that lived at the Dwelling was there, the room eerily silent. There was no food, no wine, and no movement, except for the eyes that followed me as I entered with Srien and Quarren. Elura was there, dressed in her usual black gown that swept the floor wherever she stepped. She gestured for me to go to the back of the room where the women in lavender always waited for their matches.
I was hardly breathing. I was the only one standing, though I wasn’t the only one in the room wearing lavender. There were two other women, but they made no movement, only watched me like the others with blank, unreadable faces.
I searched the crowd for Ara and founder near the glass garden door, her auburn hair against the white gown all-too e
asy to spot. She stared at me wide-eyed and I wondered if she knew what would happen to me. Her large amber eyes darted between me and her aunt as if she expected one of us to erupt in flames.
The silence pounded in my ears like a drum. I just wanted someone to say something, anything, to ease the tension. I would have killed for a joke or the latest gossip right then.
And then, Elura spoke, though her icy voice did nothing to help my nerves.
“Tonight, is not going to be your typical matching.” Elura’s words came out precise and enunciated, the consonants of her words echoing off the marble floors and walls. “It has been some time since such an event has occurred, probably before any of you lived here.”
A few of the women glanced at one another, a few of them raising their eyebrows as if they suspected something that they’d heard of but never experienced. I looked to Ara, who was physically trembling, and I knew she had just realized something. I was new to Errenity Valley and the strange elven ways. From what I’d gathered of this culture in the past few weeks, this punishment would likely be very foreign when compared to human punishments.
She gestured to Orwyn, the groundskeeper that had led me into the Dwelling the night I arrived here, who stood by the entrance door to the marble room. He moved to open the heavy golden doors, revealing three burly-looking elven men on the other side.
Several of the women gasped when they saw the pure elves enter the room, and I gathered it was rare to have so many at once. From my conversations with Quarren, I knew it was an honor to be taken by a pure elf, even more to carry his child. I wished I could be one of the starstruck women who craned their necks for a better look, but I suddenly felt like a frightened fawn as the enormous men strided towards me.
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