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The Knight and The Damsel; Into the Unknown (Haru/Anna)

Haruchai

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The Land of Arboria; a land of fascinating elven cities, sprawling human metropolises, and vast landscapes to explore. Home to not only those humans end elves, but dwarves and halflings and all manner of good humanoid folk. Though in all things, as there is light, there is aso dark. Orcs and goblins, ogres and trolls, all manner of fantastical beasts and monsters call Arboria home.

Our story though, will follow a man. Not just any man, but a Knight. A Knight of the Order of the Silver Flame. Or so he used to be anyway. Ser James Cortland. A man in his mid-twenties, long and lean of build, well muscled and tone, not bulky. Dark-haired and with dark intense eyes. A man whose aura speaks of the dangerous intent he carries with him, an animalistic quality exuded by men of his ilk. A blademaster and with a reputation to match. A man who had shirked his duty to the Silver Flame, his life and ruins and now a nomad. The sword on his back and his faithful steed, Brass, his only companions on the road. Sometimes a sellsword if he needs money, though most consider him a simple wanderer. Righting some wrongs as he sees them, though just as often keeping his business to himself. Short temper is as likely to be shown as cool indifference and he changes mood as a storm, quick to blow in and destroy all in its path and then just as quickly to be gone without a care.

So it came to be that James had passed through the village of Waldgrave, a human settlement on the borders of one of the Elven Kingdoms. The road passed into the wood and Brass followed it faithfully. The woods were not thick, not at first, and even after passing under the huge canopy above, the path still remained somehow light, despite the thick foliage. Brass snorted and stamped a bit and James halted the beast, hand upon the hilt of the bastard sword on his hip. Brass had caught a scent, and that was when he heard it. Quite some distance away it would seem, and carried lightly upon the breeze - a cry.

Female it would seem, and in distress. "Ha!" James cried and put spurs to his beast, dirt kicked up from iron-shod hooves as Brass broke into a run, James' keen eyes put to the path and looking at their surroundings as the trees flew by. He almost missed it really, the small clump seeming unnatural in the forest, and he was able to make out limb amidst the glint of steel.

Orcs it would seem, travelled far from their own lands. A raiding or scouting party most likely, and their green-hued skin a natural camouflage in this forest, despite it not being their natural terrain. They were not far of the path and Brass cleared the hedgerow and in moments James was upon them...
 
It was a hard time to be an elf, it was not like it had been hundreds of years ago. As the number of men rised the forest got smaller. They needed wood to build and to keep warm and they just became more and more. The elven people split into two groups depending on belief, the wood elves and the high elves. They both soon became seen as separate species where the high elves joined man and left their home they had sworn to protect and the wood elves stayed as proud guardians only to be seen as wildlings. It was also easy to see who was who. High elves was much taller than the wood elves who often were shorter than your average man while the high elves were taller.

The wood elves hadn't much choice but to search for peace rather than fight as they became fewer and fewer, so the elven king Adanedhel Eloen decided to marry away his only daughter. It wasn't usual for an elf to be married away but he didn't have a choice did he? The lord didn't think about the offer for long since wood elven brides were rare and highly valued as natural beauties. They also had the reputation of being extremelly wild in bed, they were after all wildlings. So, Ila Eloen, princess of the forest was married away. To live a long and boring life locked away in a castle, to never feel the smell of her home once more. She couldn't take it, anything but this life she told herself. So she ran. The first chance she got.

Alot of things happened to her to get to the point where she would meet Sir James Cortland. She was dressed in a wide black and red dress in the colours of her new home which was more pretty than comfortable. It was far from suitable to run through the woods in but when she had gotten the chance to flee there was no time to get changed. Perhaps the dress was the reason for the orcs catching up to her, perhaps was it because she had been from the forest for so long. She wasn't familliar in these parts.

Where ever she looked she saw the green disgusting faces of orcs in the shadows of the trees. They melted into their surroundings perfectly well and they had gotten her by suprise. Ila had tripped and now sat in the middle of the ring of orcs who came closer and closer to her. Her hair was in a knot at the back of her head and her pointy ears was well seen by the orcs.

"Boys!" one of the orcs screamed out in orcish which Ila barelly could understand because of the simillarities to her own native tounge. "Seems we caught elf! We love elf flesh, don't we!?" he continued and the others cheered and screamed behind him with lust in their eyes. The young princess didn't know what to do so she screamed, she screamed for help in elvish even though it was a language not many people knew. She didn't have time to think, she was panicing. Screaming for help out in nowhere. There probably wasn't another being for miles and she knew it. Yet, this day, she was lucky.

The orcs started gripping her, pulling her in all possible directions. All of them wanted a taste of her sweet young body. She screamed louder, neither she or the ors noticing the man riding up behind them. She kicked and screamed but it just drove the orcs wilder with lust.
 
James' face was grim as he saw the scene, the lithe pale woman caught between the beasts, her dress already rent and part of the skirt tattered, one shapely leg exposed and pawed at by the orcs, and their full intent to ravage her and then likely consume her was not lost on the Knight. No matter his current mindset and dissatisfaction with his lot, such foul deeds would not be allowed to stand.

Fulgur shriked from the sheath, blue arcs of energy licking along the blade, the steel hungry for blood. Brass reared and the orcs realized their lack of awareness too late as huge iron-shod hooves crashed down, screams as bones snapped and then silence as Fulgur ended that life. Brass whinnied, sparks drawn off the shining metal barding he wore as one orcish spear skittered along the protection and James knew what was next, and had freed his feet from the stirrups ad leapt free as Brass bucked, a distinct -whuff- of air as an orc's chest was impacted by the kicking hoof, the beastly man-thing throan back to crash into a tree, further ruining those ribs, now crushed.

With a strong two-handed grip James laid into the orcs, sidestepping as an axe whistled down and the pommel of his sword cracked into the orc's skull and the blade of his sword pierced the hide of another, the point protruding from the orc's back, the heat and energy from the blade instantly cauterizing the wounddd, though the heat immolated internal organs before it was withdrawn. The cries and yowls of the orcs filled the wood and in stark contrast to them James fought in near silence, mouth set in a grim line as his skill with a blade decimated the small group of orcs in short order, trees splattered with their lifesblood, the greenish liquid upon Fulgur either burned away or absorbed by the blade, it was hard to say.

The last of the orcs fell, the group of six having managed to place several scratches upon the Knight's golden armor, thogh he bore no wound. The element of surprise and his destrier had played a crucial role in such a victory. Moving to Brass as he sheathed his blade, he patted the large neck and brown intelligent eyes gazed back at him. "Well done." he said and then he turned his attention to the woman.

Upon seeing her more fully now he could see the pointed ears and recognized her as elven. This was their lands, in truth and James sighed softly. "What is your name, girl?" he asked her, his tone gruff and yet friendly enough. Idly he wondered if she had become separated from a larger group. Her dress, though not quite ruined, hinted at a station more than mere common elf. "Are you hurt?" he asked, moving toward her with cautious steps.
 
Ila didn't realize fully what was going on. As the orcs had been caught by suprise they had one by one let go by her limbs and body and she had fallen towards the ground, landing among damp sticks and leaves. She quickly realized there was a battle going on and she stopped screaming soon after hitting the uncomfortable ground. With bare feet she kicked her way backwards, trying to get away as the orcs' blood flew around her. She tripped and falled but she didn't stop. She was filled with fear and wanted away yet she was in chock and there for couldn't focus or keep her balance. A dead orc fell before her, on the spot she had just been in, staring into her green eyes with his grey frozen eyes with his skull split in two.

She let out a high pitched scream of terror and her face was full of fear. She kicked her way further back until she hit a tree, trapped in place. Ila wiped her eyes with the back of her hand quickly but soon slowed down as she realized all the orcs were dead. It wasn't normal for her to cry yet this wasn't a normal situation. As a member of a royal family her life hadn't been filled with much danger or fear. She could only remember crying two times in her life, three now and two of these three had been quite recently. The first memory was when her mother died, the other after her first meeting with her new husband, an old fat man who had no traits for one to love, only greed.

James stood before the young elven female in his shining armor. Ila couldn't know if he was to trust or not, he was human and his colours wasn't those of her former prison but he could be a sell sword, a mercenary paid to get her 'home'. Her dress was in rags, destroyed. Once expensive and exotic but now destroyed, worth close to nothing. The left side had fallen down, both sleeves ripped off. The rest of the dress had rips all over it, her olive coloured skin looking out through the rips hinting about her naked body underneath. She had a tattoo on her right forearm of two faces surounded by small words as hair. It was a sign of elvish royalty containing a prayer to the gods and goddesses. James rised high over her as she sat on the ground looking up into his sophisticated eyes with her deep green ones.

He spoke to her, asked her questions but she was careful. "I'm Ila..." she said but stopped herself, used to tell people her full name when they asked her about it to state her status above them but did she really want him to know who she was? She quickly came up with a lie. "I am Ila... Ila Smallwood" she lied. Her elvish accent let the words roll over her tounge. "No I'm not huht, I'm fine. Thank you so much foh helping me." she said having problems pronouncing the 'r's. As she noticed him slowly coming closer to her, she got defencive. "Stay back!" she screamed out quickly and fear could be seen in her eyes once more. "Now it is youh tuhn, who ahe you?!" she said quickly, stumbling over her words.
 
As soon as she screamed at him to stay back, James stopped, his features hardening. Her accent was familiar, though still slightly odd, and he filed that away. The tattoo on her was also familiar but... that was impossible. That couldn't be. There was no way that she would be out here by herself. Was there? As a Knight it had been his duty to be properly educated on heraldry of all sorts, as well as possessing a deep knowledge of ruling families, both human and elf, dwarven and even some of the clans of orcs. It was always better to be informed than to go into a sitation ignorantly.

As soon as he's seen the red marks on the orcs he'd known he was dealing with the clan called the "Blood Masks". They frequently raped and then ate their victims, men, women and children alike. Even other orc clans. So James knew he'd saved this elf from a rather horrible fate. That she now screamed at him to stay away, in the same breath where she thanked him for saving her - it riled him a bit.

In a voice that had a bit of a growl he spoke up. "My name is James Cortland, formerly a Knight of the Silver Flame. If I was going to hurt you, then you'd already be dead." he told her and turned on his heel to grab the reins of Brass and hoist himself up. "These woods are not safe. You'd best get to shelter, and fast." he said. The bodies of the orcs would attract all manner of scavengers, and some worse than the orcs themselves.

"You need to keep your screaming under control. All you do is attract attention. And in your state, that is not too wise." he told her, addressing the state of her dress and how she was barely covered as it was. James had noticed, oh, he had noticed. She was a fine elven woman, that was a certainty, and he had his suspicions about her identity as well. The fact that James had not had a woman since... well, it had been some time. That fact, and the glimpses of her naked flesh, had brought with it a desire, though a Knight would not speak of such things. On the other hand James was no longer a Knight, having left the Order.

He wasn't about to take her under his wing though, if she kept shrieking like a banshee. With that in mind he started to move away, though his grip was tight on the reins and he was sure that she would call out to him. "Take care of yourself Ila." he told her, and pulled the reins to go.
 
Ila knew she had been mean by yelling at him right after him saving her but how could she trust him? He saved her but he could just as well be after to rape her young flesh. She felt alone in the world, there was no one she could ever put her faith in. What would her father and people say if she returned? Perhaps her escape would be the reason for a new war, a war her people was sure to lose. She was between a rock and a hard place with no real hope. She knew nothing about orcs more than there savage nature and not knowing spreads fear better than being aware of their raw flesh eating habbits. As a princess she wasn't badly educated, the problem was that the things they had taught her were things such as how to behave, how to walk and how to talk. It was believed that women from noble families couldn't couldn't handle such stories as those of orcs. This of course, being false.

James was about to leave her but that didn't stop him from scaring her up. She was an easy victim in a world of violence so she quickly stood up. She had to look strong infront of the man if he was to want to help her. At least so she believed. "Wait!" She said with a strong voice. "Take me with you! I can work for you if you just take me with you!" she quickly said hoping to gain his attention. "I can wash your clothes, cook your food?" she asked, believing it was her new creative personal idea, not aware at all of James planting it in her mind.

As she now stood up the torn dress falled down on the side, exposing her left naked perky breast and she was quick to pull it up. With her other free hand which is not holding up her dress to cover her chest held up the torn mess around her legs so she wouldn't trip over it. She took a step forward, her back straight and head held high. "Please!" she finally said, she looked up on the man high up on his horse and she took a leap of faith. Putting her life in his hands. She wouldn't survive alone but perhaps she would do better if she had him by her side. She could start a new life, leaving her past life behind her and spend the rest of it as a slave. At least she would be safe.
 
The simple fact of the matter was that James did not need her to come along. He had coin, and he earned more as he moved along the byways and roads throughout the Kingdoms. Yet as he looked at her and listened to her, he could see her ragged state and hear the pleading in her voice. The exposure of her one perky breast did not hurt her case either and James did have other needs. Needs that a fine elven woman could easily fulfill.

Brass turned as James moved the reins, and the huge destrier's saddle was constructeed for only one rider. If she came along she'd have to sit in front of him. Basically in his lap. James seemed to consider. "I have use for you, Girl." he said and Brass moved to her and James extended a hand to hoist her up. In the process she'd have to let go of her dress and James was not concerned with what parts of her might be exposed.

In fact the did get quite the good look at her and he smirked at the sight of her. James set her right in front of him, actually having to squeeze her small form between himself and the pommel of the saddle. He'd scooted back to make room and yet her soft round behind was placed directly on his crotch. One well-muscled arm slipped about her waist.

"You better get used to the new seat Ila." he tld her and he began to direct Brass back to the road. It was not something he was used to much any more and the feel of her warmth against him brought forth a burgeoning desire, and the human man's hand slipped upward from her waist to gently cup and fondle one breast. Testing the waters really and paying close attention to how she might react.

They'd only just met and yet James wanted her. Rumors persisted that a human could not resist an elven woman, that their siren's call could not be avoided. James had to wonder if it was true and the feel of her, the smell of her, seemed to seep into his pores. It was like something wild, primal, had been released and even as they reached the road beneath her slender form his human cock stirred. Her people were small and slight and he wondered if she had ever seen a penis, much less on a human. It would be a sight to behold he was sure, longer and thicker than any elven cock ever hoped to be.

"Where were you headed?" he asked her.
 
She blushed gently, her cheeks having a healthy red colour as she knew he had seen her breast as the dress had failed to cover her up. She was in a fragile state yet she didn't object when James offered his hand to help her up on the high horse. She had asked for his help after all. Only now, when she looked up at him from close did she notice his beauty. His face was symetrical but not like an male elfs. It had much more masculinity in it with traces of battle. She didn't know where she had him, but she would soon find out.

The young gracious elf curtsied and put out her hand, aware of her dress once more falling down exposing her naked skin and round nipple. She climbed up on the horse, her body light as a feather and sat down before the man. She pulled up her dress once more but as it felled down she let it hanging. She concidered that since the man sat behind her, it wasn't all that bad. She was used to ride horses but not battle horses such as this one. It was much taller and stronger than the horses they used in the elven palace. Where she sat she kept slipping down towards James crotch, her round firm behind pushing down towards him.

She felt his strong arm around her and at first she felt safe. That was before he slipped it higher and cup her naked breast. His hand was strong and firm, the hand of a man yet she felt that he was careful. His touch was soft besides the protection he wore for his hands and arms. Ila didn't complain, not with words at least. She didn't like it, she felt degraded but she was scared of him. He had power over her she didn't want to unleash and she had heard the stories about the lusts of men.

She adjusted herself in her seat as it was a little bit uncomfortable, rubbing against the large man behind her. They were out on the road now and she recognized it from earlier days. Ila herself hadn't heard the rumors men spoke about when it came to elven women. If she would have heard them she wouldn't have believed them but perhaps there was some truth to it. James felt a clean smell fom her soft skin. She smelled like fresh tree resin and hunny.

She didn't know where she wanted to go but all she knew what that she couldn't return home so all she could answer to the question was "Anywhere but the forest, I need to escape and get as far away as possible..." She loved the forest yet she had to search for a new home where she could be free. Her heart was racing, her body full of different emotions as her leaf green eyes stared forwards trying to forget about everything, trying to dissapear from this world. But I will follow you where ever you want to go..." she added, trying to be on his good side. "...sir." she added not used to using the word.
 
There it was, and though James did not know her reasons she had practically confirmed she was likely royalty and was now rnning away from home. Should they be caught then he would be charged with kidnapping and because of her royal blood he would either hang or lose his head. James' hand dropped from her small perky breast and rested against her thigh. His mind was reeling from the implications and this was yet another time that doing his Knightly duty might come back to haunt him. He would have let her meet her fate at the hands of those orcs and yet he simply could not.

Following the road, it never ventured into the Elven Lands, and simply skirted along the border. The sun had begun its descent and for the most part James had ridden in silence. There was muc to discuss with her, but words on the open road could reach listening ears and one never knew where spies might yet reside.

So as the sun began to slip below the horizon James looked for a suitable place to stop. Brass moved off the road and onto the side that was designated the edge of the Human Lands, and soon they found a large clearing. "This is where we make camp. Princess." he told her, letting the title slip so that he let her know that he knew. It was yet another thing he had over her. Dismounting Brass the Knight dug into one of the sadlebags and withdrew a tightly wrapped cloth. Unwrapping the cloth it was soon revealed the contents within. A tiny little cottage, or a model of one, small enough to easily fit into even Ila's small hand. "Stand back." James said and set the small item on the ground. "Cescere!" he commanded in in a moment the small model expanded and grew, becoming full size in a matter of moments, complete with a small stable at the back.

"We can go in. We'll be safe here." James told her, and the iron-bound wooden door opened and offered warmth and safety. James would help Ila down from the horse, her small body light and still exposed, her pale and lovely flesh bared to him, her small breasts jiggling enticingly as he set her down. Ushering her into the cottage he watched as Brass moved back to the stable, content, and he would make sure that she entered before he would follow. She had no reason not to.

The interior of the cottage was small but utilitarian and cozy. A fire roared in the hearth, a heart pot of stew already bubbling over it, and plates and cups available, a pitcher of water upon the table, which was surrounded by four chairs. A huge bed, but only one, occupied one side and two overstuffed chairs sat before the fire. A small washroom was near the back, a tub of water with lava stones beneath to heat the water that sat waiting. "This cottage protects us from scrying and divination. So you may speak freely here. I know who you are, Princess, and you have put me into a bad dilemma. Not only did I save your life, but I have put my own in the balance. You do realize that if I am caught with you that I will likely hang, or worse. So I have merely taken your place beneath that hanging blade."

James' ire was clear and though he was not truly angry, his worry and concern was evident in hs tone. "You may bathe first, Princess, but once you have done so you will dry and remain unclothed. Your dress is ruined and no longer befitting of your station. However, those with the knowledge will still recognize the quality it once had and you may be discovered. It will need to be destroyed."

Whether Ila responded to him or not James would begin to remove his armor, softly spoken words helping with some of it, unbuckling straps and undoing ties so that he could be out of his armor in moments. His bright eyes kept an eye on the elven girl. Princess she may be, but she was no longer in her lands, was on the run, and in his debt.
 
As James hand left her breast she felt as if he cared about her and what he had done just seconds ago seemed like a distant memory. She couldn't fully trust him and his size compared to hers didn't make it any better. They rode in silence and the sky was turning red as night crawled closer. Where would she have been now if it wasn't for James she asked herself. They suddenly stopped, Ila had been a little sleepy the last minutes having trouble keeping her eyes open but the change of activity woke her. He called her princess and she blushed trying to defend herself. "I'm no princess..." she said, being a bad liar and James knew for sure now who she was. Most people wouldn't feel a need to say they are not a princess in such a situation and she had made a misstake. James knew she was of noble blood, not just some relative but the actuall princess.

James used magic, prepared magic, a part of the arts which was hard to create but powerful and useable for many for time to come. It was something the high elves had taught the humans when the two sides joined forces. The wood elves had been left with magic such as healing and reading the future in the stars which paled in comparison to tricks such as this one. Ila herself sometimes had visions yet she couldn't controle it.

Ila took James help down from the horse and he lifted her like it was nothing until her bare feet hit the ground feeling the lovely feeling of dirt between her toes. Holding up her dress so it wouldn't drag along the dirty ground she tip toed carefully towards the cottage. She trusted his words. Her body moved so naturally and silent, as if it was floating. Her long legs compared to her height taking careful steps forward.

Inside it was warm and cosy, it felt like a home. Even if this was far from how her kind decorated and lived she felt a feeling of safety. She felt shame as he spoke to her, explaining that he knew more or less who she was and that he know was in the same if not a worse position and he was probably right. If the two of them were found, she could have a chance of forgivness but he didn't. Filled with shame she avoided looking him in the eye, still so silent as before. Barely saying a word.

She turned her back to him and let the dress fall off onto the floor which wasn't that big of a problem from the state it was in. Completely naked she walked towards the bath, her naked back towards James. Her round bottom slowly moving from side to side with her slow silent steps. While moving she put her hands up to her hair and let it free, her thick and long, brown hair falling down her shoulders and back. She was beautiful. She stepped into the tub standing in a corner of the room feeling the hot water caress her naked skin as she sat down in it. She rubbed her body gently, pouring water over her back but after a while she stopped. She looked at James, now with out his armor on. His body was dirty and sweaty from wearing the suit of armor all day. Ila felt even more shame as she observed him in secret.

"Thank you... For saving me..." she finally said breaking the silence. The water went up to her shoulders, her knees sticking up above the surface infront of her as well in the narrow tub. She wanted to make up for what he had done to her and decided to offer her services as a servant, what else could she do? "I could help clean you if you want?" she asked imagining him having problem moving and fitting in the small source of water. He also looked like he needed a bath.
 
James watched her nubile elven form as the dress fell from her shoulders, her perfectly shaped body quite alluring. As she moved into the washroom he slipped completely from his clothes, now nude. Even flaccid his manhood was longer and thicker than most elves, and as he began to become aroused at the sight of her, there was no doubt about how potent he would be. Following her to the washroom James leaned against the door, unashamed of his naked form. The offer she proposed was unexpected, but welcome.

"Bathed by and Elven Princess. Would be a dream come true, though I do have other plans for you, Princess. You owe me your life and I intedn to have you repay that debt. Bathing me is a good start." he said and moved toward the tub, his cock swinging between his legs, the muscles he held that of a man used to physical exertion. Larger and bigger than the elves, muscle shifted beneath his skin even in the act of walking, his gait that of an apex predator stalking his prey.

Without waiting for her to say a thing James stepped into the tub, his right leg planted between hers as he then lifted his other leg into the large receptacle, standing between her parted knees. Though obscured somewhat by the water, the clear liquid in the tub did not do a whole lot to hide her from him and her naked form was something to behold. Save for the hair on her head she seemed devoid of all hair, and James smiled silently down at her. "Are you virginal Princess?" he asked, his tone stern but somehow tinged with kindness and curiosity. Unfamiliar with Elven rites of maturity, james wondered if she was experienced, or on the other hand, had ever even seen a cock before. Much less this human one before her now, slowly growing in length and girth as James' mind wondered and his eyes roamed over her.

He remained standing and said a single phrase. His tone commanding and brooking no argument, and one which she would grow to know quite well in the coming weeks. "Bathe me." he commanded.
 
The elf couldn't take her eyes from the strong muscular naked body. He towered over her so tall that it felt as if he was leaning out over her. She slowly poured water from her hands onto her shoulders, checking out his body standing before her in full glory. He spoke and Ila knew what he was talking about. He didn't just want her to clean and cook, to take care of him. He wanted someone to take care of his sexual needs just as well, she looked at his growing cock. It was so much bigger than any she had seen, elven males was far from as equiped as him being much less sexual creatures than man. His hairless manhood was just some inches above her, standing out between her and James' eyes. Her lips slowly parted, her mouth half open as she looked at it and him. She owed him, yet his size was intimidating.

His voice was that of a leader and hard to resist, yet it was kind and warm. She felt as if he didn't see her as a burden. He asked her a question and she was quick to answer. "I am... sir..." she said and it was true. She had never had a male lover. She had seen men naked but nothing could have prepared here for this sight. She had no experience but elven females were natural lovers, one of many reasons why they were so sought after. Ila was blushing from her position, her cheeks red as he commanded her to bathe him. She cuped her hands and took up some hot water and let it drip down his legs, she gently rubbed the spot with her hands feeling his rougher skin and strong muscles against her soft hands. Ila's touch was slow and careful and the room was silent besides from water driping.

She continued doing this, working her way upwards his legs. Slowly pouring water over his skin until the legs were done. She looked up into his eyes and saw him looking down back at her naked and exposed body. She knew what was coming next. Ila changed her position in the small tub with out a word so she now was on her knees before the man. Water dripped down her breasts into the water as they now wasn't bellow the surface. She took up some water once more and let it slowly drip down his cock, the water following its shape. She looked up at him, then back at the cock standing out before her face and she took it into her small soft hands. Slowly rubbing it to make it clean in her both hands. Her deep green eyes looked back up at his to make sure she wasn't doing anything he wouldn't like, unaware of exactly how pleasure for a man worked, scared of hurting him.
 
James sighed. "You've obviously never bathed anyone but yourself. My fault really, for not taking a seat. What are you going to do when you get up here to my head and rinse all the dirt here back down onto the legs you've just cleaned?" he asked her and as she so softly touched his cock he grinned. "I can tell you've never touched a man before either. What do you think my cock is made of girl? Glass?" he asked with an amused snort. Without waiting for her to answer james lowered himself into the water, sitting much as she had. "NOW you bathe me. From my head down." he would tell her and as she moved to do so he would instruct her, though washing some of him required her to leave the tub.

With his instruction it was not long before she was done. "That's it, girl. You can be taught." he said and as he stood and grabbed them both clean towels with which to dry he said, "You should feel lucky that I'm a kind sort, girl. Make no mistake, I tend to show you the way of a man with a woman, and you'll learn right quick. But some other men, men that are not like me, would have taken you in the squalor, Princess or not, and laughed while they did it. I reckon if I'm already in the noose for snatchingyou, I might as well make use. And I have to break you in right Princess."

His words rang with truth, and though James was a good man, he was no longer holding to his code of honor. Still she owed him her life, and in many cultures of Arboria that meant a blood debt for the rest of James' life. She was his to do with as he wished. Now having dried with the towel, james stood nude and he canted his head a bit as he looked at her. "Come with me, girl." he said, seeming to have settled on her name as 'girl' for the time being.

Grabbing her hand he pulled her along behind him to the hanging bed and lifted her with nary an effort to toss her onto it. She bounced a little, tits jiggling and bare ass nice and curvy and James was soon to follow. "You say you've never been with a man? Let's teach you the basics. This," he said, and grabbed the base of his member and pulled her hand to it, forcing her to grab it as well, "is my cock. You get it nice and big and hard and then I fuck you with it. You have three ready orifices for me to use, princess; mouth, cunt and ass. Are you following me so far?" he asked, and he knew that she knew much of this but he had to teach her from the beginning, like a child.

"I'm not yet fully hard as you can see, but you need to learn. Use your hand, or your mouth, and bring me to fullness girl. I want you to see me in all my glory and know that you're mine and I aim to have you." James said and laid back on the bed, ready to grab her if she went far or tried to get away, and ready to bend her to his will if she fought too much.
 
Ila said in a quiet voice, "Sorry Sir." she didn't know how to bathe someone and she had just started cleaning him as she had seem fit. She felt stupid compared to James yet he was kind and showed her how to do her new job. "No sir" she said and blushed. She felt a feeling she wasn't used to, being lesser than someone else. She was a servant now and she had to follow order. He was her master and it was her job to make sure he was pleased. She was also getting used to being naked in his precense. He had allready seen ever side of her, every inch of skin as she sat on the side of the tub cleaning him. She felt lucky, James was kind to her or so she believed. "Yes Sir." she said about James talking about breaking her in yet she didn't know what he ment by that.

They both dried up and Ila felt herself getting more and more interested in his naked body. Her eyes wandered more and more often over his strong chest and arms to his cock hanging between his legs. He grabbed her tender hand in his big one and pulled her along and she followed. He lifted her like she was nothing and she soon landed nicely on the soft bed, she smiled enjoying the harmful landing. He pulled her hand to his cock and she could feel it throbbing gently. Ila was interested by it, she wanted to get a closer look and she was soon to get just that.

"Yes sir." she said confirming she understood. He calling her a princess made her feel even lesser than before since it showed how far she had fallen. From the top of the world to a common whore. She was about to lose her virginity and it scared her yet she had no choice and she was curious. She had heard her maids talk about their sexual adventures, not that they had spoken directly to her about it but she had over heard their giggles and blushes.

James told the little elf to begin and she got up on all four and positioned herself from the side of James stroking his cock in her little hands. She didn't take her eyes of it and observed with big round eyes how it grew. She wanted to know what it tasted like so she leaned in and took a lick of the top. The newly bathed cock tasted like any skin and not much but the feel of skin against her tounge made her do it again. Her slim tounge taking short licks of the top. She wondered if this really was what he wanted her to do, she felt embarassed and stupid sitting like this. She licked it once more.
 
There were many things in Arboria that were taken and simply known as fact. One could not outdrink a dwarf, an orc would just as soon kill you as look at you, and elven females were the best and most desired lovers in all the Kingdoms. So though he had one in his possession, for all intents and purposes, Ila was a blank slate or block of clay, to be molded and used as he saw fit. The fact that she was royalty had no bearing on it whatsoever and if James had saved a human woman her debt to him would be the same. The way her eyes grew wide and round as she watched his cock grow, it made James smile. He was a well endowed, even for a human, his 10" length more than she had ever seen and her delicate and slender hand, even with her long elven fingers, barely able to wrap about his entire girth. The fact she seemed so fascinated only spurred James on and as she bent forward to lick he encouraged. "Yes Ila. Just like that my Pet." he told her and his one hand came to stroke her long brunette hair and he pulled her down a little.

"Keep licking. Ah... there, you see? It is pleased with you." he told her and pointed out the thick clear drop of precum the oozed from his tip and he said, "Catch it and taste it." and would watch as she did so. "Now, but the head in your mouth and lick it, suck it." he said, and throbbed gently in her grasp. Meanwhile his hand caressed her cheek, like he was comforting her and he spread his knees wider to give her better access. His hand slipped down her body from her hair, to caress down her side and hip until he reached her ass, and he leaned up and caught her thigh and pulled her a bit closer, angling her so he could explore her with his hand and especially his fingers.

"Keep licking and sucking that cock, Pet." he told her as his fingers slid up her creamy inner thighs and found her hairless smooth cunt. "Oh that is very nice." James said and rubbed her pussy, feeling how soft she was, how small and vulnerable, and he let his middle finger slide between her pussylips to see how soft and wet she was, and she was starting to put off a little more heat. "Your body knows what it wants." James told her, and with his other hand he pushed her mouth down over his cock, forcing her to take a few more inches, though she only got a couple past the thick swollen head before he could feel the back of her throat a good 6-7 inches still outside of her sweet elven mouth. "We'll have to work on that." he told her.
 
Elves didn't see sex as a way of pleasure but a way of intimate art. A way of creating feelings yet in a cultural way. It was a high honour for normal elven females to be picked out by the royal male elves to be royal pleasure mistresses. Yet Ila, who belonged to the female side of the royal family did get no such treatment. Elves, famous for their culture and many traditions. So now, that she got the chance to experience sex and with such an exotic and handsome man as James was it made a much bigger impact on her. She felt a lust grow inside of her to tease and play around with the large muscular man. If she would be to describe it she would have described it as if she felt like a cat, and the games had just begun.

Ila jumped over the cock and placed her soft lips on the top of its head and sucked in the precum. It tasted salty, a taste elves wasn't normally used to because of their more vegan life style. She put her tounge out in suprise as she lifted her head from the big cock. "Taste funny..." she said and blushed, her cheeks getting a healty red colour. James told her to put it in her mouth and so she did. She glanced up at him a little unsure of what to do with her lips pouting out, wrapped around his cock. He pulled her by her legs so that they now laid in opposite direction as she started sucking on the cock, her soft flesh in his hands.

Ila sucked on the head with her tounge licking it from inside her mouth. Her feet were up in the air behind her as her hair was a mess all around her now that it had started to dry. She felt James' hand between her legs, on her pussy and it gave her a tickling sensation through out her whole body. Ila closed her eyes and let out a girly "mmmh!" as she felt him inside of her. She had never before felt anything like it. James had his finger inside of her and could feel how tight and wet she was. With that he pushed her deeper on his cock and she could feel it fill up her small mouth. As it pushed against her throat she believed it couldn't go any further in but she head on James' voice that he had other plans for her. She didn't even have half of it inside of her and she couldn't imagine how she would ever be possible to get anything more in. Yet she didn't want to stop because she didn't want James to stop, his middle finger barelly inside here yet for her it was enough. She loved it.
 
As Ila's tiny little pussy started to heat up and started to dribble her juices on his finger, james smiled and used his other hand still in her hair to shove her down more, his cock penetrating her throat before he pulled her back up and let her get a breath before shoving her back down again. All the while just the tip of his middle finger played along her tight entrance, never fully penetrating her. If she was virginal he was going to claim that with his cock.

"Very good Princess. You're a quick study." he told her and shoved her mouth back down over his cock again while his finger played at her hole and then his thumb rubbed her even smaller upper entrance, pressing at her tiny dot of an asshole. "We have a lot of you to break in my little cockslut." James said with a laugh.

A sudden movement had him shove her down on his cock again, and she managed to get about six thick inches this time, her mouth stretched obscenely wide, her lips stretched, and her teeth just barely scraping. But it wasn't how she was stretched that he was interested in. "Choke on it." he told her, almost snarling. He wanted to hear her choke, to gag on his cock. As it was, her blushing face was no longer blushing, but turning red from lack of oxygen, and her throat worked around his member like a clenching pussy as she struggled for air and the veins in her neck popped out a bit, her eyes watering and tears streaming down her cheeks now.

James pulled her off and admired the thick ropes of saliva coating his dick, and then said, "Go back down, little kitten, and keep choking yourself on it." he instructed and slapped her cheek as she started to go back down, then slapped the back of her head as she took his thick meat into her mouth, her elven ears bright red and burning. If only the royal family could see their Princess now, choking on the cock of a human knight like a common whore.
 
Ila felt the top of the head push deeper than she knew was possible. Her throat got wider as it searched its way inside as she was unable to do anything. As he pulled her up from the cock she let out a "guaah!" but was soon forced down back on the thick rod. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter from the teasing James did to her with his finger gently playing around her pussy lips. She went up and down once more on his cock, grasping for air each time, saliva dripping from her lips. She let out a mumbled moan over his cock as he now also showed interest in her asshole. At first the feeling of his thumb was a nice touch but as he started pressing at the tight hole it became uncomfortable. She couldn't resist though, she was way to busy with his cock.

She now knew the word princess ment nothing as he also called her cockslut. He was degrading her with not only his actions but also his words as he played around with her. Most knights would never even dream of what James now had, not only was she a princess but also an elf. There was not many women of her position in the world.

Once more she went up for air just so she could go down on his cock. Her lips were messy with saliva hanging in chunks between her lips and his cock but it felt easier and easier to do what she did for each time he let her up so she could go back down. This time she got deeper on it and she started to gag on it, the shaft looked unnatural in her tiny mouth. She couldn't help but choke and gag on it. "Gaaajh gaaah gjhgg" could be heard from the woman humiliated over James' crotch. She wanted air, she wanted out. Her head was getting dissy, her mind started to drift away. She was crying but she barelly noticed, she was about to pass out.

Then he let her off, she got air. Her face was messier than ever before. She looked like a whore and she struggled for air, for anything. Her eyes wide open in panic. He wanted her back down, he was no longer her kind saviour. He was now showing his position over her for real. She had earlier misstaken their situation with love but perhaps this was not that. She started go down again and he slapped her. Then when she had it in her mouth he slapped the back of her head so she was forced quickly further down on the cock that now was seven inches in. She moved up but remembered what he had commanded her and not daring to anger him in this position she went up and down on the cock, deep throating and gaging on it between five to six inches. All she could get out while doing so was a "guurhhla gawh grhal uhahg..." her head moving up and down like a machine mixed with the surpling sound of saliva and precum in her throat.
 
Oh, those lovely sounds coming from her throat! James' little elven fuckwhore! His Princess fuckwhore. He groaned his pleasure as her throat was fucked and she choked and gagged on him. As was her place. One strong hand held her down, once more cutting off her air, and before she could protest much his thumb pushed into her ass and he pressed it in and out of that almost impossibly tight hole, that ring of muscle clenching around the invading digit.

Pulling that thumb out of her ass he jerked her up off his cock, thick ropes of saliva cascading out of her mouth and down her chin and onto her tits and still connecting in strands to his cock and James practically lifted her and forced her to his back, his body between her knees as he slipped his thumb into her mouth. "Taste your ass Princess and let me know you like it." he growled and with his other hand he guided his cock to her tight elven cunt and rubbed his bulbous cockhead over her swollen lips and dripping slit.

James did this for the longest time, long after he'd pulled his thumb out of her mouth and he simply loomed over her, her legs spread wide and the soft sounds of her dripping pussy being rubbed by his cock was all you could hear in the room.

*shlik-shlik-shlik*

James waited. he knew that eventually she would give in. He could feel how hot she was, how wet, how utterly ready... and soon enough she would beg for it, plead for it, try to get him to fill her with his cock by any means... and he had yet to decide if he would do it. A hand came down, slapping across her sensitive tits, right across her nipples, before he sat back a bit, ony the head of his cock now toucing her, leaking precum onto her swollen clit as he used both hands to grab her nipples, squeezing hard and pulling, seeing her breasts distend and the soft flesh yield and come to points as he pulled and pulled, almost hard enough to lift her off the bed by her breasts and nipple - before he finally let go and let her relax, her breasts jiggling as they went back to their normal shape and james smiled.

He then went back to rubbing his hot hard throbbing cock all over her pussy.
 
Ila barelly knew what was happening as she had the big cock deep down her throat. Her mouth was wide open yet her lips were tightly around the shaft. Her eyes were open yet her vision was dissapearing from the lack or air. Everything was going black and her head felt as if it was all over the place, numb. She saw again when he pushed his thumb into her ass, the burning pain of her ass being penetrated for the first time by an outside force. It was as if her body wanted to tell her to fight it but all she could do was letting out a twitch, totally harmless to the big man. He was teaching her and it was only a matter of time until she would beg for him to put his fingers inside her.

She got air and she grasped for air. She spit saliva that had gotten slimy from the gaging and mixing with precum, her face was a wet mess. It was as if someone had poured a glass filled with the liquid over her mouth. She didn't really recover from the lack of air before she was on her back. James could lift and move her like if she was nothing more than a pillow. His thumb was put into her mouth and she could taste the discusting taste of her ass in her small saliva filled mouth. She hated the taste yet he told her what to say and she was scared to say anything he may not like. "I like it! I like it! I like the taste of my dirty ass! Thank you sir!" she said quickly, once more a thing she would learn to love with time. One does not become a fuckdoll over night, it is something that needs preparation. As she spoke a bubble of saliva formed between her messy lips, bursting as she spoke. She was a wreck.

Ila looked up at James towering over her with tired pleading eyes. He teased her and she had started to moan from the touch of his cock over her pussy. The slippery sound didn't make it better. She could soon not help herself from biting her lower lip as an unspeakable lust spread through her. He slapped her and the sudden pain made her lose controle, she couldn't take it. He played with her breasts and nipples and the pain made her scream yet it felt good. She couldn't explain it but she liked it when he hurted her.

"Please stop!" she first said but did she really want him to stop? "I don't mean for you to stop..." she corrected herself, "but I can't take it anymore. Please, give it to me!" Her hair had fallen behind her as she laid the in bed like a beautyful artwork, like a dark sun with her head in the center. She moaned, so softly, "It feels to good, I don't understand, I can't take it. It is to much!" being new to the teasing pleasure he filled her with.
 
Smiling down at her James said softly, almost tenderly, "You're a vision, Princess." and in truth she was, her hair fanned out but her face a mess; lips swollen and sticky, lined with glistening saliva and precum from his cock. He would wager she'd never looked so lovely in her life. Down below her pussy grew hotter and wetter and as she cried out that she loved the taste of her own ass, James actually chuckled.

"Of course you do! Though if it is dirty well then that is your fault, my love. You did just bathe after all." he cooed to her, and as she gasped and cried out in pain at the rough treatment of her tits he slapped a hand across them again, watching how they jiggled and moved, one side turning red from the slaps.

"Of course you need it my love." he said sweetly, "You have a pussy between your legs, do you not? It's crying out to be filled. Drooling to be fed the cock I have for you. I've seen it. It drips down your ass as we speak." James told her and set the tip of his potent shaft at her tight virginal opening. There were a few ways he could do this but James already knew...

I violent thrust of his hips buried most of his cock inside of her, giving her little time to adjust, though her cutn squeezed his cock with immensely powerful muscles and fit tighter than a glove. She was so hot and wet and he claimed her maidenhead without remorse, fresh blood seeping from her pussy as he drew back a little and then thrust back into her again, hard. Her body was not yet ready for all the thick inches he had, but soon....
 
Ila smiled at him for a short while before he entered her with out second thought. Her body was filled with pain and got all tense. This was not what she had been hoping for, she couldn't relax life was horrible. James was huge inside of her, his size made it feel as if she was going to split in half. She felt feelings inside of her in parts she didn't know she could feel. She was no longer attractive for marry, as not being a virgin she was doomed to a life of servant girl. She was dirty, not only her face and body but also her mind. He was making her unclean yet she had no choice.

She got pushed by the force of him entering her and once more for each thrust he made into her. It made her soft breasts bounce quickly up to then fall down again. Her hands gripped for the bed straight out from her body, anything to contain the pain. She screamed, her eyes filled with fear. James at this moment probably felt guilt yet she would grow used to it. Blood was flowing along her juices. Her back was arching as she screamed, her mouth wide open as her womanly screams never stopped filling the air.

Her mind flashed through out her life and she could not remember one time when she had felt like this before. She wondered if she was going to die, if this was the end of her, tears dripping down her red cheeks.
 
Seven thick inches fitinto her tight elven puss before he bottomed out and slammed into her cervix. Yet that wasn't the problem. She was impossibly tight almost and wet, so wet and hot. It was the screaming. The incessant screaming. "Shut up!" James growled and slapped her across the face and then grabbed her about the throat, squeezing. He choked her, but in an entirely different way than he had with his cock, and this strangled her cries a bit, allowed him to think, and soon pleasurable endorphins flooded her system as it cried out for oxygen and only when she ceased screaming so badly did James relinquish his grip and he roughly grabbed the backs of her legs, his hands pressed to the backs of her knees as he shoved her legs high and wide, her knees by her shoulders and her cunt open for the fucking.

And fuck it he did.

Grunting with exertion james slammed into her, wet squelching heard from her dripping seething cunt as he rammed home, and deep within her, that tight core stretched around his throbbing cock, his mushroom head slammed into her cervix again, and again, and again... threatening to penetrate even her womb, and after a few moments, her body plundered and virginity shattered, James once more removed his cock, this time leaving her stretched and empty, muscles tightening almst instantly, but her pussy swollen and red and angry, blood and juices oozing from her as James slapped her legs aside and straddled her chest, his heavy balls resting between her tits as he rubbed his slimy but heated cockhead over her lips and the slid it inot her mouth. "Now you get to taste your own cunt, my sweet elven princess." he told her and slid another two inches into her mouth, forcing her to lick herself off his thick meat.
 
Ila could no longer scream as James choked her. His strong hand could snap her neck if he so wanted it to do. Her small, fragile throat was nothing for him. Her thin body was filled with burning pain, her face red from lack of oxygen all the way up to her pointy ears. She no longer felt the pain, she felt like a numb rag doll, her arms and legs bouncing along with his thrusts as he decided to change position of her. He threw her fit yet not very strong legs up so she could touch her knees with her face and she felt like a package with an ass sticking up behind. She was exposed, humiliated, objectified.

She was forced to look up at James as he towered over her, she couldn't turn her neck in a comfortable way. James thrusted into her like no one ever had, he fucked her like no elven man ever could yet she didn't like it. she didn't like it but she would learn to love it. If she could see how addicted she would become to this she wouldn't believe it yet deep underneath the numb pain there was another feeling. Was it pleasure? Or was it her virginity, her holiness, escaping her soul through that same hole James used violently?

As James took out his cock her pussy was still open, now used to that form. It was a discusting sight. His cock was in her mouth. It tasted like metal from the blood and like fish from her womanly juices. She didn't care, she was only happy it was over. If only James could be finished with her she would be able to relax, to fall asleep and hopefully never wake up again. The cock was so slippery in her mouth, her saliva covered lips around it. She closed her eyes, tears falling.
 
James could tell she was not enjoying herself and frankly, he didn't care. His pleasure was paramount and her feelings, whether they were joyous or miserable, were secondary. She was a collection of holes for his pleasure at the moment and he intended to use her as such. So as he thrust in and out of her mouth he could feel his pleasure building.

"Have you ever seen a man reach his pleasure, Princess? Seen him spill himself and known that it was because of you? For you? Well, you're about to." he informed her and continued to fuck her mouth, forcing a bit more in until he heard her gag. "Damn I love that sound." he said with a smile and his balls twitched.

Watching her face he took pleasure in how her mouth wrapped around his cock and it wasn't long before James grunted his pleasure and erupted. His cock throbbed and pulsed, the first thick rope of cum jettisoned from his tip and hitting the back of her throat, though he pulled out of her mouth then to watch the rest spurt out over her mouth and nose, her chin and one cheek, decorating her face and then he dribbled onto her neck and chin as he emptied himself.
 
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