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

Ila felt like a doll, her body numb and senseless. She shook her head as he asked her his question. She didn't know what it ment for a man reaching his pleasure yet she felt like he was doing it for her. It was her body which had got him to this mysterious scary point. The cock in her mouth started pulsing like never before and it started shooting out its liquid into her small mouth. She started ganging, choking on the cum now blocking her air ways. By instinct she swallowed. The liquid, all new to her, now flying over her instead of inside of her. It seemed like it never stopped comming, strains of cum landing over her saliva covered skin. Ila's mouth was half open, the sticky lines hanging from her slutty face.

Her eyes looked up into James', they asked him if he was done. She wondered if she could clean up, leave him for the day and perhaps cry in a corner. She wanted to get outside, feel the grass between her naked toes. She wanted to feel the wind in her hair. She felt caged, like a bird and she wanted to fly again. Ila's forest green eyes were begging him yet being humble, understanding of her position. She never wanted to do this again, never like this.
 
James finished and groaned, rolling off of her and to the bed, chest heaving. "That was nice." he said, his spoken feeling about the ecounter so different than her own, though there was no way for him to know. In moments he was asleep, snoring soundly.
 
The man was soon asleep next to the beautiful elf. Ila couldn't sleep, she hated him and herself. She hated the world and everything with it. The hate filling her body made her sick but it made her not want to stop. She wanted to be angry and she would use this anger to drown the world in flames. Ila swore she would destroy every elf, every man who had ever done her anything wrong and she was to start with James. She stood up, cum and saliva in her face as her hair was floating in the air perfectly, unnaturally. The cabin was quiet, there was no sound at all. Ila looked down on the muscular man and soon found herself with his sword in her hands. She didn't remember picking it up and it was lighter than she would believe it to be, she didn't know why put perhaps it was the anger. She raised the sword above her head and naked body, not letting her eyes leave James body and whispered, "Tam om á di akt mi sal!" Her voice was strong and flowing with power, the words in elvish as her native tounge was meaning 'thank you for awaking me'. Metal hit flesh and blood covered the room. She raised the sword again and swung it down towards his body, and again and again and again. She cried but she didn't stop.

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Ila woke up, grasping for air with lungs demanding oxygen now. Her body was sweaty as she sat in the round bed, her body felt weak and ill. Her mind rushed around, trying to put all the pieces together. She was in the cabin but where were the blood or James? She put a hand to her face and it was clean, dry and soft skin met her gentle hand. She had no pain in her lower parts neither in her lips. It had been all a dream, she leaned back and laid down once more relaxed and grateful.

It didn't go many seconds before Ila sat up once more, something was missing. Where is James she asked herself and decided to investigate. She was awake and didn't want to sleep right away anyways. She felt lonely after her nightmare, in need of comfort so she started to crawl over to the side of the bed. She sat on the side, her naked body in the moon light finding its way through the window and shining over her skin. Her bare feet touched the cold wooden floor and she saw him. He was sleeping on the floor, in his own home. At first Ila didn't understand but it went up for her that he had not touched her at all, he had left her with the only bed while he took the cold hard floor. She smiled a warm smile of how nicely he was treating her and she who just some minutes ago wanted to kill him.

The woman stood up and took a blanket from the bed, the sweat over her body had about now dried up. James was naked as well, sleeping deeply when Ila covered him him the blanket and made sure it would keep him warm. She then went to bed back in the round bed without it. The night was cold and she couldn't fall asleep, she shivered and turn, crawled up into a ball to keep her heat. She didn't understand how James could have endured it, it was impossible for her to fall asleep. Perhaps she was still worked up about her dream, perhaps she was cold but it was impossible. Ila therefor once more got up but this time she crawled in under the blanket next to James, his skin against hers warm and welcoming. It didn't take long before before Ila falled asleep with her head resting against his arm. She once more felt safe.

What if it hadn't been a nightmare, what if it was a vision of what could have been?
 
The Princess was traumatized. That much wa clear, and James held to his Knightly Tenets and took care of her as best as he could. He refrained from bathing her or seeing any more of her naked flesh than he had to. The temptation there was great, and all men knew the tales and legends surrounding elven women and how they were Arboria's best lovers. So he had insisted that she bathe separately and he found an old gown for her. It was not as nice as the one she'd had, but until they found a town and they could buy her some traveling clothes it would have to do. The gown had been his wife's, but she wouldn't be needing it any more...

James had bathed quickly and efficiently, emerging with tingling skin and had stoked the fire for their morning meal and to keep them warm overnight. The warm bed had called to him, but Ila had already claimed it and he'd vowed to never share a bed with another woman except his wife. So he'd settled on the floor.

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James was unaware of the dilemma in the bed above and behind him, nor the acts he committed against Ila in her mind. It made him no better than the orcs he had saved her from, save for the fact he didn't butcher her and throw her in a pot.

So when Ila slipped down onto the floor and snuggled into him the Knight turned into her and without waking he pulled her close a single word on his lips, "Valeria..." A sigh escaped him then and his lips pressed gently to Ila's shoulder.

By the time James awoke the sun was up and could be seen filtered through the curtained windows. Rubbing his eyes and looking a little confused at the nubile form of the female elf it took James a few moments to remember what had happened. Her state of undress caused his eyes to slip over her form and James sighed. Pushing up from the floor James could tell he'd awakened like so many men, his shaft rigid and his bladder screaming. Stepping outside he moved to the treeline and emptied his bladder, and went to see Brass, patting the big horse, the destrier glad to see him. The mental link they shared allowed James to know that the animal was curious, almost wondering if James had taken a new mate. James gently scolded the animal but got him some fresh oats and then headed back to the cabin.

Like it did with all things, the cabin provided. There was never a need to gather firewood nor food, and James found a half dozen eggs, a generous portion of ham, some potatoes, and half a dozen biscuits waiting for them, as well as cold clear water. James went to observe the Princess a moment, and reached down, kneeling beside her to gently shake her shoulder.

"Princess. Wake up. We must break our fast and get moving. Princess..."
 
Ila fell asleep but just before her mind dissapeared to a much safer and calming dream she heard the name Valeria. The name got stuck in her head and she dreamed about it. In her dreams she saw James with a woman on a field but he was much younger. His body wasn't scarred as now and more smooth. He was smiling. She woke up to James' voice but she at first she didn't understand who it belonged too. She believed she was home in the elven royal castle. She could almost hear the pouring of waterfalls mixed with birds singing in the morning but it was all in her head. She was smiling but as soon as she understood where she was the smile dissapeared from her lips and she felt cold so she had no problem waking up.

She looked up at James while she laid on the floor and tears took form in her eyes. "I'm so sorry for thinking so badly of you!" she said as the tears started their journey down her soft skin. "You are so kind to me and I haven't done anything back for you!" she was sobbing now as she laid there naked on the floor. She wanted nothing more then to get moving and get out of here for another place and to thank James in any way. She told herself there and then to make sure he wouldn't think of her as ungrateful yet she would wait, this was not the time or place.
 
The outburst from Ila was concerning and James, clad only in his undergarments, grabbed a blanket from the bed and bent to wrap the elven princess in, covering her naked form and pulling her close. He was never one to deny another being comfort if he could provide it.

"Think badly of me?" he asked, his confusion evident. "Ssshhhh.... it's ok. Just relax. Everything is fine." he assured her and just rocked her gently for a few moments. "Calm Ila. Calm yourself. All is well." he crooned to her, and held her cradled in his arms as one might a child, though she was a woman, and liekly older than him by a good bit.

"Come. I have some clothing you can borrow until we can purchase more for you. We have a breakfast waiting and then we should get going." he told her softly. He was sure that there were to be other elves out looking for her and the longer they stayed stationary the more likely they were to be found. The cottage would protect them from scrying of all sorts, and even the most powerful mortal diviners would be unable to find them while they resided inside of it. However, once outside there was nothing to shield them and staying moving was important.
 
The rest of the morning passed peacefully besides the incident of Ila breaking out in tears. She had gotten a white dress to big for her small frame yet it was the only thing available. She believed it belonged to Valeria yet she didn't ask about it, some things are best left alone. After eating a small meal yet not being able to finish it before feeling full and slightly ill Ila prayed to the seven fathers and mothers of the forest. She sat whispering to herself in her own language believing James couldn't understand her. She asked them to not only take care of her but also to take care about him, it was the best she could do to care for him for now.

They soon were back on horseback and once more Ila sat before James constantly gliding backwards pressing against him as they moved slowly over roads and bridges. Her long hair hung down one of her shoulders and she gently jumped up and down along the movement of the big horse, Ila had a tight grip of the mane of the horse still unused to its size. "Where are we going?" she finally asked James and if someone would see them she could easily be mistaken as his daughter. Dressed in the larger dress she looked even smaller. Personally she felt like she was very slowly shrinking in it as it was no use adjusting it while sitting on the horse so it just got worse and worse.
 
James had made sure to cover her as best he could and he realized, as she did, that she looked more like a daughter than a full-grown woman. That was good, and could work in their advantage. James had even told her to wear her hair down to cover her ears. It really wasn't much of a disguise, but it would have to do for now. Brass didn't mind the grip on his mane and looked back now and then as if checking on her himself.

The question of where they were going was a good one. "If we stay on this path it will take us to Grand Falls." he informed her. Grand Falls was one of the few settlements that housed both humans and elves, living peacefully in coexistence. There, neither his presence, nor hers, would raise a fuss - so long as nobody would recognize her.

"We can resupply and get you some clothing. Maybe even find work for a week or so to earn enough to get you your own horse. You can ride, yes?" he asked her.

Grand Falls was the perfect place to blend in, and they could make some coin before heading back out. James tried to help with the dress as they rode and apologized softly for it, though there was no fault in it. "I'm sorry Princess, for not providing adequate clothing, I simply don't have anything smaller." he told her and pulled the dress up once again. Her body was small and athletic, and as he sat behind her it was hard not to become aroused. Not because she was trying to seduce, but simply because her soft warm backside was pressed to him. James could not always control his reaction, as with most men, but he certainly controlled his urges and made no untoward advanced, either in word or deed, as they rode along the forest pathway.
 
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