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Blood of the Daedra

Chapter
4: Eldafire
The pair was nearing a cave, well
hidden in the marshes on the small nondescript island.� It would be best to
arrive before the storm broke.� Although their dancing had warmed them a bit
and the storm was likely to be beautiful, Soryn did not like being out in the
elements.� He could only imagine what someone like Eldafire, who was used to
the warm tropical island of Summerset, was feeling in this cool wet weather.
The cavern like the weather outside
was cool.� But it was dry, and Soryn tried to conceal his own shivering as he
set about lighting a fire in the pit in the center of the room.� Normally, he
would just cast an elemental protection spell� but under the circumstances he
wanted an excuse to keep Eldafire in this cave a little longer.� He had been
here many times and had stocked the cavern with dry wood.� Once the wood was
placed, a simple spell lit the fire.� Soon the room was aglow with flickering
orange light.� The cave walls were lined with purple crystal latticework which
refracted the flames in eerie patterns.� Bioluminescent mushrooms grew on the
floor along the walls and the crash of rain and thunder could be heard softly
from inside the cavern.� Yet they were safe from the elements here.� A table
had been set near one end of the room, covered in books, scrolls, alchemical
equipment, and various potions.� Dark wooden chests filled various nooks and
crannies and a hammock lay covered in warm colorful blankets.� Soryn moved to
the table, trying to decide which beverage to offer his new guest.� Warm spiced
shein?� That was always a classic for romance, at least around Sadrith Mora.�
There were of course erotic overtones suggested by the spiced beverage.� Would
it be too forward?� He doubted she would be eager to try sujamma, but then one
could never tell.� Plain comberry juice?� That seemed a little dull.� Flinn was
also classic, but if she was cold, nothing would hit the spot like a glass of
warm spiced shein.� And� he didn�t mind being forward.
While he set to preparing the
drinks, Eldafire opened a chest, smiling coyly at its contents.� Perhaps her
host hadn�t gone completely native.� She picked up a journal, flipping through
the pages idly.� It appeared to be notes taken from conversations with one of
his teachers regarding the Summerset Isles.� She noted that the pages detailing
descriptions of the Summerset cities were especially worn as though he had
turned to them many times.� Then she noted a bit of cloth folded into the
book.� She took it out, unfolding it slowly.� It was old, faded, and nearly
crumbled in her hands.� The color had once been a fine deep royal blue, but was
now nearly grey.� The pattern though, was clearly Altmer.� A small jeweled
stick fell from the folds, but she caught it before it hit the floor.� An
Altmer hairpin - it was finely made, too.� She could see that it had been
recently polished and shone brightly in the firelight.� There was an image in
the book where the cloth had been stored, an image faded from time depicting a
stately Altmer woman reclining, draped in luxurious fabrics with her hair
pulled back with jewels much like the one stored in the book.� Eldafire smiled
to herself.� It was unclear whether she felt pity or admiration for her host�s
lingering ties to their people � or something else entirely.� Curiosity, it
seemed, was certainly appropriate.� Just then she spied another artifact � a
daedric tanto.� She leaned closer to examine the blade.
�The storm outside may last some
time.� I hope no one is expecting you back for a while.� May I offer you a
glass of warm spiced shein?� It�s a local brew, a type of comberry wine.� I
find it soothing on cold nights when warmed with black anther and fire petals,�
Soryn offered, mixing the ingredients as he spoke.� He did not mention that
most women also found the mixture to have aphrodisiac properties, especially
when he added just a single drop of bug musk to the mixture.� It couldn�t hurt.
�Yes, yes, I can see where this is
going,� Eldafire mused, brushing out her hair without damaging the tiny blue
flowers that interlaced it, �I do enjoy experiencing new things while
traveling.� Someday though, you shall have to visit Alinor in Summerset and
experience what it is like to dine on our own people�s cuisine.�
�I would like that very much,�
Soryn replied with a hint of sadness in his voice.� Meeting her had increased
the solitude he so often felt.� As kind as people were to him� he was
different.� But he was most definitely Altmer, and Eldafire�s presence seemed
somehow to confirm his identity.� Suddenly, he was no longer alone.
He turned to hand his guest one of
the goblets he carried, but when he looked at her his breath caught in his
throat.� She was lying on his hammock, the colorful blankets draped around her,
and she had pulled her hair back in a flattering style with the Altmer hairpin
she had discovered earlier.� She had cast aside her fur cloak when the room
became warmer with the flickering flames, thus giving him a closer view of the
garments she wore underneath.� Her long sleeved gown was bright aqua and
lavender with elegant silver and gold threads embroidered throughout.� The
cloth was well made, lying lithely across her slender form.� Soryn could not
help but notice from the way the amulet fell in the creases of her dress and
that she clearly wore nothing underneath.� Her shimmering purple amulet glowed
nearly as brightly as her flashing violet eyes.� The golden shoes at her feet
were curved slightly in a stylish form.� She looked every bit as elegant as the
fairytale woman in Soryn�s picture� more so even.� Never had Soryn dreamed that
he would see anything so beautiful in his lifetime.� He stood transfixed,
unable to move, his breath caught in his throat.
�I take it you approve?� she asked
coyly.� Soryn�s green eyes widened, but he made no reply.� He could not
remember his heart ever racing so quickly.
�You look at me as though you had
never seen a beautiful woman before, when in fact, it seems as though you have
merely never seen an Altmer woman before.� As such, how would you know whether
or not to judge me beautiful?� If you�ve never seen another high elven maiden,
who are you to say that I am not in fact exceeding ugly for my race?� she
teased, leaning back further on her bed of blankets.� Soryn bit his lower lip,
still unable to tear his eyes from the golden woman in front of him.� Oh, but
he was certain she was not.� And at the moment� he didn�t really care.� He only
wanted her.
�I may not be familiar with all
things Altmer, but I do consider myself a connoisseur of beautiful women.� And
you, my dear, are not merely beautiful; you are divine,� Soryn replied, his
voice softer than usual to hide the nervousness he felt merely from being in
her presence.� But why was he nervous?� He took another sip of shein, savoring
the sweet spices on his tongue as he tried to quiet his nerves.� Eldafire
laughed.
�Oh, it is quite clear that you
want me.� You�ve made that much perfectly obvious.� Now are you going to bring
me that Dunmer drink of yours or aren�t you?� she smiled, clearly enjoying the
sight of him in such distress.� Soryn moved closer to her, handing her the
goblet while trying desperately to regain his composure.� He had been with many
women� why did this one here distress him so?� But none before had been so
beautiful.� And none had been Altmer.
�Ah, but how can you blame me?� he
smiled, trying to hide the shaking of his voice as he leaned over her.�� He ran
the back of his fingers down her cheeks, surprised by the softness of her
skin.� She giggled under his touch, deep purple eyes staring into his deep
green.� With the other hand he brought his goblet to his lips, tasting the
sweet spiciness on his lips as he tried to calm the beating of his heart.�
Eldafire laughed.
�You are an intriguing mystery
yourself and it seems we have something in common � we are both used to being
alone amongst the lesser races.� You were abandoned at birth, and I have been
resigned to a life of travel.� My parents are merchants who pride themselves in
acquiring unique wares from across Tamriel.� They have ways of acquiring what
others cannot.� I, however, have my family with me and am accustomed to
spending at least part of the year in Summerset.� But while I am abroad, it is
unlikely that I ever come across another of my kind.� Even less likely would be
the chance of coming across one so beautiful as yourself.� Yes, Soryn Uvirith�
you are beautiful, even for our people,� she mused.� Soryn smiled, his heart
racing.� This was going better than he had hoped, and she had not even tried
the shein.
�Then I take it you want me as
well?� Soryn asked softly, his lips turning up into a subtle smile.� Eldafire
laughed out loud.
�Ah but you are much too forward!�
No doubt you�ve been around these dark elves too long.� And I suppose you
intend to take me here and tell them all about it in the morning � the intimate
details of your sexual escapades with your beautiful new high elven classmate.�
And then they shall all want to try me as well, and then where would we be?� Ah
no, but it will simply not do.� I am not nearly so easy,� she laughed.� Soryn
bit his lips, taking another sip of spiced shein and feeling the heat well up
inside of him.� He had to have her.� But not like this.� No, he could not bring
himself to seduce her against her will.� He wanted her� he wanted her to want
him as badly as the Dunmer women on the island so often did.� He closed his
eyes for a moment, trying to calm the blood which raged inside of him like a
burning fever.� He rose and drew away slowly from her cloth-draped hammock.
�I would never do such a thing.� I
apologize if I have offended you, and will try my best to control my desires in
the future.� Do have some shein - I find it best when still warm,� he replied
tentatively, breathing deeply as he tried to quiet the heat welling up beneath
his robes.� Eldafire laughed again, more softly this time.
�Oh, I did not say that I would not
give into you.� But you should know that I am not as easy to please as one of
your Dunmer girls.� We Altmer, as I am sure you have come to be aware yourself,
are connoisseurs of pleasure,� she replied.� Soryn�s green eyes flashed back at
her, his lips parting as he inhaled sharply.� What was she doing to him?� Did
she want him or didn�t she?� His mind was spinning.
�Open your robe,� she commanded. �His
green eyes widened further and he felt a slight blush rise to his cheeks.� He
was used to being the one giving the orders in the bedroom.� He turned to face
her inquisitively, his breathing quickening.� It was not lost on him that he
had managed to consume most of his own home-brewed aphrodisiac by now, while
she herself had barely tasted it.� Eldafire sat up, swinging her long legs to
the front of the hammock as her violet eyes watched him carefully, a sadistic
smile on her delicate features.
�I told you to open your robe.�
Those clothes don�t suit you.� I want to see you without those Dunmer rags that
pass for clothing in these parts,� she commanded again, standing up and taking
a swig of shein as she sauntered towards him invitingly.� Suddenly self-conscious,
Soryn quietly obeyed, loosening the simple belt of his reddish brown robe and
letting it fall open.� He watched as her eyes turned downwards to the pulsing
organ between his thighs, the blood rippling just beneath the surface causing
the golden skin to shimmer in the firelight.� Eldafire smiled, running her long
well-manicured nails down his smooth skin until she grasped him tightly.� He
moaned softly as she began stroking him with her long fingers.� She looked up
at him, bringing her full berry-pink lips near to his own.
�Good.� You are even more beautiful
in your natural state.� Now, do make sure not to spend yourself before I am
through with you.� As I have told you, I can be difficult to please,� she
smiled, bringing her soft lips to his in a tender kiss, �Do you think you are
up for it?�
�I shall do my best to live up to
your expectations,� he murmured between passionate kisses, taking her by her
slender waist as he parted her lips gently with his tongue.� How could he
resist?� Oh, but her kisses were divine, for she was soft and had a sweet yet
tangy flavor to her unlike anything he had ever experienced.� His blood was
boiling for her, and as he felt her smooth hands stroking him faster and faster
he felt that his desires would consume him. �The hard rings she wore were a
harsh contrast to her soft hands, but effect was sublime.� He ran his hands up
her slender back to her delicate neck, feeling her little tongue dart between
his lips as she bit softly at his lower lip and moaned.� He brought his hands
back to untie her gown, but she ducked from his grasp and moved down his body,
kissing his neck, his muscled chest and abdomen, his thighs...� She looked up
at him, smiling as much with her violet eyes as with her shapely lips.� As he
viewed her profile looking down he noted that her lovely pointed golden ears
seemed even more beautiful and her high elven cheekbones more delicate.� Her
pink tongue darted out from between her lips as she pulled his skin taunt with
one hand and lapped at his juices.� In one quick movement she took him into her
mouth, using one hand to hold the skin taunt while the other softly teased and
tortured his inner thighs.� She pumped fiercely against him, her delicate
tongue flicking all over as she tipped her head back and took the whole of him
down her throat.� Soryn gasped.� This was no small feat, and in truth he had
not believed it could be done, especially on one as large as himself.� Looking
down at her beautiful mouth wrapped around his pulsing cock, eagerly sucking and
lapping, Soryn could not help but moan in pleasure.� If she kept this up, he
would not be able to last.
�Please, please stop.� I can�t take
it much more of this,� he begged, not really wanting her to listen.� He
tightened his muscles as she drove on, causing him to moan more deeply as he
tried to obey her request to hold out until she had taken her fill of him.� But
if she wanted him to last, why wasn�t she stopping?� Soryn cried out even as
she grabbed his hips to keep him pinned tightly against her as she continued
pumping him.
�Stop!� Please stop!� Just for a
moment, please!� he cried, tearing his eyes from the beautiful elegant form
below him.� Mercifully, she pulled away, taking him by the hand and steering
him towards the hammock.
��Lie down,� she ordered.� Soryn�s
head was spinning as he obeyed her, his cock throbbing so hard that he felt it
might burst.� This was torture, but it was exquisite torture.� He cast aside
his robe and once more took her by the waist, his hands trembling as he drew her
near.� He could hardly breathe.� It was as though he had been drugged.
With a coy smile, Eldafire reached
behind her gown and let it slide down her shoulders until it rested on her
glowing breasts.� Soryn looked up, his green eyes glazing over at the sight of
her delicate neck surrounded by the purple amulet and the smooth shoulders
leading down to round golden breasts, so near to being exposed.� With shaking
hands he pulled the garment down from her body, letting it fall to the floor in
a shimmering puddle.� His jaw dropped as he stared at her slender golden form
radiant with the light of the fire dancing across her skin.� Was he dreaming?�
If he was, he did not wish ever to wake.� Her small round nipples were the same
berry-pink color as her luscious lips, and he could smell the sweet tangy
fragrance of her body radiating from between her golden thighs.� She had a
tropical scent to her, and he wondered idly if the waters of their homeland had
a similarly sultry aroma.� Unable to stop himself, he pulled her down on top of
him, running his hands delicately over her smooth skin and making her shiver
with delight.� He reached up to kiss her, deeply, bringing one hand to her firm
breasts and the other to her slender hips.� She responded with a soft sigh as
he pulled her higher, taking one and then the other of her pert nipples in his
mouth with tenderly passionate kisses, alternating between sucking them deeply
and flicking them gently with his tongue, biting them tenderly between his
teeth.� He reached his hand under her hips to the source of her hot moisture
and found that she was even warmer than he had expected.� Watching carefully
her reactions, he spread her lips gently with his fingers and stroked her
delicately but quickly, alternating between short strokes and circles.�
Quickly, he found a rhythm that suited her and delighted in feeling her squirm
against him as she gasped softly.
Suddenly, he pulled her forward,
causing her to brace her self upright as he positioned his tongue between her
thighs and lapped directly at the sweet tangy juices flowing from her body.� He
felt her once again begin to stroke his cock, spreading the juices of her own
body over him as she once again brought him to the brink of madness.� Her moans
became louder as she squirmed over him, but he held her tightly, his tongue
darting into her opening as she arched her back wildly.� There was no escape.�
He sucked gently at her, his soft tongue lapping at the tender little areas
between her thighs until she cried out, her body erupting in spasms as he
continued to tease her, ignoring her attempts to flee from the intense
pleasure.� He didn�t think that he himself could hold out much longer � he was
already on the brink of delirium and had not even entered her.� But Eldafire
was not so merciful.
She tore his hands away, moving
down his body to straddle him, positioning the tip of his cock into her tight
opening as she lowered herself, still spasming, to take the full length of him
inside of her.� She began to ride him, slowly at first and then faster and
faster as he reached down to take hold of her hips pulsating against him and
moaned in pleasure.� A wicked look came into her eye.
�I am not finished with you yet,
Soryn Uvirith.� Do not disappoint me,� she scolded.� Soryn cried out, uncertain
that he could accomplish this impossible feat.� He thought to tell her that he
was capable of multiple emissions, and that he could continue to pleasure her
long after other men would have been spent, but realized that it would likely
do no good.� She was testing him, but he was not sure that he could handle her
test.
�Please!... Please� if you keep
doing that I am not going to last,� he begged, �What match am I for your
beauty?�� Eldafire only smiled cruelly in response, moaning in pleasure as she
picked up the pace, causing Soryn to bite his lips and close his eyes, unable
to look at the beautiful violet eyed golden figure above him as he tensed his
muscles, trying with all his might to stop himself from giving into her
otherworldly beauty.� His blood pounded through his veins.� She stopped
suddenly, letting out a moan of pleasure as she ground her hips against his,
leaning down to kiss him as her body vibrated wildly.� Soryn gasped, his body
shaking, as he tried to regain composure.� Eldafire�s hair had become loose,
and she reached up to pull the jeweled hairpin from her white locks, letting
them fall gracefully around her lover�s face as his kisses became ever more
deep and passionate.
�Mmmm,� she murmured softly between
kisses, biting softly at his lower lip and grinding her hips against his cock,
�You�re good� but I want more still�� With that she rose once again and
resumed pulsing her hips against him.� Soryn cried out, gripping the edges of
his hammock tightly as his green eyes widened to look at the high elven maiden
above him.� As he stared at her he gradually felt himself losing more and more
control as her thrusting became ever more passionate and his own need rose to
meet her own.� He was about to resign himself to failure when once again her
body erupted in spasms, sending him over the edge completely.� A deep moan
escaped his lips as he filled her, the pulses coming in waves as his body shook
all over.� The release was the sweetest he had ever felt, and the waves of
pleasure it created washed over him again and again as though they would never
end.� Eldafire leaned down to kiss him as they lay there, both of their bodies
still spasming from the climax of their lovemaking.� She lay next to him,
letting him stroke her softly as his breathing returned gradually to normal and
he was able to look at her with brilliant green eyes full of awe.
�Was it everything you hoped it
would be?� she asked, tenderly brushing the glistening black hair from her
lover�s eyes.� It was his turn to smile wickedly.
�Ah� but who says I�m finished?� he
asked, with an evil gleam in his eye.
~*~
It was morning when the pair awoke,
and the fire had long since burnt out.� Soryn quickly hurried to light another,
surprised that the room had stayed so warm.� But then, judging from last
night�s activities, he supposed he it was to be expected.
�I assume you shall go and tell
your little Dunmer friends all about us now, won�t you?� Eldafire asked, taking
the bowl of warm water Soryn handed her and cleaning herself off with a damp
cloth.� Soryn bit his lip.� It would be difficult for them to arrive at school
on time at this point, and it would be even more difficult for them to arrive
separately.� Furthermore, he did not have a change of clothes ready that he
felt Eldafire might accept, given her dislike of the island�s fashions.�
Putting these things together, it seemed inevitable that their classmates would
come to the obvious conclusion.� They nearly always did, even when there was no
evidence to support such theories.
�I shall not say anything of our
encounters.� I always try to tell them as little as possible as it is, although
I cannot say that they will not figure our whereabouts correctly on their own,�
he replied tentatively, �But I shall deny the accusations altogether if it
pleases you.�� Eldafire bit her lip, finishing her makeshift bath and reaching
between her legs to wash away some of the moisture there.� As he watched her
bathe, it was all Soryn could do to keep from ravishing her again.� But he knew
they both had class, and it would be foolish to forgo their studies.� There
would be time enough later for such things.� Or so he hoped.� Eldafire dried
herself off quickly and reached for her dress.
�That would not please me,� she
replied, slipping the shimmering garment over her small shoulders.� Soryn
looked at her inquisitively, waiting for a further explanation.
�Tell them all you want about us.�
Yes, tell them that I am the most beautiful, passionate women you have ever
laid eyes on and that you spent the entire night and well into the morning
making love to me,� she said, smoothing her hair as she reached for a brush.�
Soryn laughed, shaking his head.
�Ah, but if I tell them that then
they will all want to experience you for themselves,� he said with a twinkle in
his eye, �And I would just as soon have you all to myself.�� Eldafire smiled,
her violet eyes flashing up at him as she arranged her hair.
�Very well then.� Tell them also
that you are madly in love with me and will have no woman besides me,� she said
with a smile.� Soryn bit his lips.� His female classmates would not be pleased
to hear this news� yet at the same time, he knew it was true.� Very true.� He
wanted no one but Eldafire.� And he wanted her always.� He could not wait until
he had the chance to be alone with her again.
�Say I do this.� What would you
tell them about me, then?� he asked cautiously.
�You?� Well, I shall say that you
are the only one on the island who suits my fancy, and that while I am here I
shall have no other besides you.� And I shall not be lying, either.� I have no
interest in short little smoke-skin elves, but you are an exceptionally
beautiful high elf likely of my own breeding, if not disposition.� I think I
shall enjoy my time on this island because of you,� she added, standing as she
picked up her white fur cloak.� Soryn could not help himself and moved forward
to take her by the waist, kissing her deeply.� His heart soared even as his
blood boiled with passion.� He had never been happier.
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