Myaeria's Pursuit

Forest Elf -Erotica Currently under editing and expansion work.

Picutre  Prompt: Forest Elf -This is a Forest Elf. Please write a vignette (1K-3K words) that tells me more about this character. I was taken by the image and the inscrutable look on her face. Something is going on and I'm struggling to figure out what it is. See if you can't shed some light on what is behind that "Mona Lisa" look.

         
Myaeria finished cleansing her hands in the fountain before walking into the main chamber to meet with the elders of the Sisterhood of the Willow. Fear crept through her as she thought of the bloody stranger she brought into their sanctuary. He lay wounded on the floor of the forest with lingering breath, a wound in his shoulder, and a gash on his head. Myaeria knew he wasn’t from around these parts based on his long open black robe and his tunic trimmed with gold and crimson but he was wounded and needed help. Sisters of the Willow never leave a person in need when they can assist; however, this man was not injured without reason and Myaeria feared what dangers he brought with him.

With knots forming in her stomach, Myaeria paused for a moment before moving into the room to face Oda, Elga, and Marigold. News of the stranger had time to reach the three elders before her meeting with them. Myaeria knew she did nothing wrong. If it had been any other sister, they would have done the same. Why did she feel this way?

“Eglantina told us about the stranger you brought. Where did you find him?” Oda’s tone was light but serious as she looked at Myaeria.

“I found him near the border of Landsari under the great willow.” The image of the willow leaning over him, as if protecting him from would be attackers, flashed in her mind.

“Under the great willow, you say? Well, that carries some meaning. We want you to go tend to him and find out what you can from him,” Olda looked at Elga and then Marigod. Both nodded in agreement and looked back at Myaeria.

With a graceful nod and bow, Myaeria left the main chamber and headed to take care of her ward. She knew her place and was not one to object to a direct order from Oda. The last sister to disobey was condemned to three years of silence to aide in her understanding of the world.

The stranger had been cleaned up by another sister and laid quietly in the bed. While examining his face closer, she pulled up the stool to his bed, sat down, and grabbed the cloth from the wash bowl on table next to him. Slowly she dabbed the cloth across his forehead. Who is he and why is he here? Where did he come from? All questions she would have to ask when he awoke. But for now she would just wait and placed the cloth in the bowl. She looked back at him and admired his chiseled chin and his blondish brown hair. When she found him, his hair was pulled back but whoever cleaned him up put his hair down. She pulled up the coverlet to keep him warm. For hours she watched with diligence before leaning over onto the bed to rest her head. He won’t wake for a few hours. I can rest for a few moments.

Alston woke with a pain in his head that jabbed with sharp points shooting from the right side. His hand raised to feel a small bandage and opened his eyes to find a young female elf with braided hair leaned over on the bed. He looked around and the room did not seem familiar. The walls were light tan with a light orange trim. The bed frame looked to be wood carved with images of willow trees. He looked back to the girl. She looked so peaceful. {i)Did she bring me here? He moved slightly to get more comfortable causing Myaeria to stir.

“Your awake” she said while rising up as he sat up in his bed. “You were unconscious for several hours and that is not counting how long you lay under the tree. How did you get there and how were you wounded?” I might as well ask now before he has time to think up a story. His green eyes burned into her. He wouldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Yes, barely. I was traveling from Landsari to Anthyr when I was jumped by some bandits and managed to ward them off but suffered some damage. I rode for about an hour afterwards and must have fallen off my horse.” Alston could not stop gazing into her hazel brown eyes. They enveloped him and he wanted to know more about her and had the urge to kiss her. “What is your name? Where am I”

“Myaeria," gesturing to herself, "you are at the monastery of the Sisterhood of the Willow. I brought you here."

“My name is Alston. Thank you for your kindness.” This small talk was annoying when all he wanted to do was pull her into his arms. “I could not have wished for a prettier rescuer” Myaeria cheeks reddened and she glanced down.

“Nor could I have wished for a more charming victim to rescue” raising her eyes to meet his again. He reached his hand out to touch her face. Electricity was sent through her cheek as her body warmed. She could feel the heat rising within her. All this from a touch. She lifted herself from the stool to sit next to him in anticipating of what else she might discover.

“I come from the edge of Landsari near Shyrkadi east of Casthyr.” The heat of her body next to him on the bed drove his internal urges to his extremities. Warmness echoed through him with a fiery passion he tried to restrain. He only just met this girl today but wanted so much to know her more intimately.

“What is your trade?” Myaeria had to remind herself of the mission the elders set upon her. They needed to know what strangers are roaming through their land and what threat they may pose.

“I am a mage of the mysteries. My group tries to understand the unknown and use them for the betterment of our race.” Alston only gave her the little bit of information he needed to. She did not need to know his groups true motives since they did not involve her or her sisterhood. Well, at least not yet.

“You’re a mage. That explains the electricity I felt to your touch.” At least she hoped. She could not give in to him because of her vows. It was forbidden and yet she wanted to know his touch more.

“Does it,” he tried to look into her face again but she turned her head away shyly. “It can only mean one of a few things. One, you are sensitive to magic or two, you feel the same way I do.”

Myaeria’s face lifted to meet his gaze. “That is only two, what is the other?”

“The third possibility is both options combined. But only you know which one.” He was eager to find out himself. Alston could feel the energy building up between them and it was bringing them closer together. ”Can you feel it?” He raised her hand to his chest. Her eyes followed the placement then back up to his face that was closer than before. His other hand was no longer supporting him but her face. Alston leaned in to kiss her but she pulled away to stand up.

“I can’t,” she paused a moment. “I can feel the energy, what is between us, but I can’t give in to it. I have taken vows.” Her heart raced. Never has she felt this way toward a man. But then the only men she knew were the monks from the Brotherhood of the Oak. The ones she has seen were older than Oda and she was an ancient. Myaeria was fostered with the sisterhood and took their path when she reached of age of choosing.

“I see. And did you make these vows out of your heart or obligation?” He understood all too well the sense of loyalty with those who take you in. Sometimes it is easier to give in to belong than to go against the fold and be alone.

“Both.” A simple statement but she knew the truth, or she would like to believe she did. This was her home. This is where she belonged. Who was he to tell her the vows she took were foolish but looking at him, her heart sank and she wanted to feel his touch again. She wanted to find out why she felt this way and longed for him.

Alston got up from the bed and quickly sat down because of the spinning motion he felt and he also realized he was only wearing his tunic. It covered his manhood but barely.

With a quick step, Myaeria went to him to help steady him. Alston looked back up at her and pulled her down into him, kissing her deeply. Power flowed between her and him. His hand wrapped around the back of her dark blue dress. He could feel a slight resistance at first but then she gave in to his embrace.

Myaeria’s head swelled with the sensation and emotion that filled her. The delicious taste of his lips against hers as his tongue explored her mouth. She felt heat warming up the area between her legs with a slight throbbing ache. Her hands moved down his chest to his ribs. She could feel his member stiff under her.

With a graceful move, Alston had her under him. She was about to speak, to say something, but he put a finger to her lips. “There is no need for words. I know you feel the same as I do.” She shook her head slowly in agreement. “Then let’s not fight it and see where it takes us.” Alston continued and began to kiss her lips and then her neck. His hand cupped her breasts with a firm grip. Her body moaned under his with movement.

Straddling her, he sat up slowly to remove his tunic then reached down to remove her dress. Rocking back some, he reached the bottom of her dress and pulled it slowly up her thighs to reveal her white silken thighs with her sweet spot covered with a small patch of modesty. He paused a moment and told himself it would only be a little longer. Pulling the dress up more and her firm, supple breasts were pointing out in excitement. Then one last effort, he managed to pull it off with a slight whimper of pain as his shoulder complained.

“Careful,” she whispered. “Don’t reopen your shoulder.” But Alston didn’t pay attention to his shoulder but looked at the beauty below him. Again he kissed her lips and then her neck. Slowly he worked his way down past her navel and found her sweet spot. Myaeria let out low moan in response to his kisses.

Alston’s tongue began to explore the juicy crevice between her legs taking time to introduce the pleasure to her. His tongue moved in and out and then up and down the moist lips. A swelling feeling raised itself within her. Her body arched and bumped with each movement. Myaeria lowered one hand down to his head while the other one reached up behind her to grab and squeeze the pillow. An intense sensation showered over her like an explosion. The sweet juices flowed from her and onto Alston’s tongue. Feeling her cum, he moved up slowly to meet her face.

“That is only the beginning love,” softly he said as one leg pushed hers to one side and then the other so he could press his hardened core against her sweet spot. He let it lay just at the opening to let her savor the feeling.

Myaeria felt the hardness press against her opening. She was over taken with this pleasure and wanting. Her sweet lips craved more as they throbbed and beckoned him to enter her. She wanted to feel and experience more. Her body moved closer to him and he gave in and slide into her with a gently push. Alston held himself in place to embrace the warmness that surrounded him. His body ached for her as much as hers did for him.

Slowly he began moving in and out of her cavern. Delicious pain eventually turned to pleasure within her. Her body moved to meet his with each thrust while her legs began to intertwine with his. The familiar sensation began to well within her as she felt his throbbing member pressing against her walls. Her body arched underneath him asking for more pleasure. His lips wrapped around her nipple and he began to nibble. Her muscles closed around his heated manhood in reaction and her hands rose to embrace him while rubbing her hands on his back.

Alston’s shoulder began to scream with pain so he rolled her on top of him with the same ease as before. Now she sat on top of him baring her breasts toward him. He was deeper in than before. His hands moved to the base of her hips to guide her movement over him. First forward and backward then up and down. Eventually, Myaeria took over on her own as the pleasure raised through her again and this time it released even harder than before but it did not stop her hunger. She kept moving feeling him still hard within her. With the same eagerness she continued to move up and down. She could feel him throbbing and growing harder within her. Alston let the ecstasy over ride him but waited for the moment she was taken over again with pleasure. At that time, he let go of his seed within her. His member throbbed harder than ever before, releasing his seed within her.

Pulling her down on him, he whispered, “that really is only the beginning of what lies between us.” Breathing heavily, she agreed with a nod.

She had never felt such anticipation or excitement before in her life. But what had she done? What about her vows? While lying on his chest, she looked up at him and a moment of peace overcame her. She knew she would not be allowed to stay with the sisters but couldn’t dream of not being with Alston.

(Due for expansion at this point)

The night brought more intimacy between them and by morning, they were found out. With only a horse and a small bag of belongings Alston and Myaeria started on the road towards Anthyr. Myaeria didn’t know what was in store for her or who Aston really was, but that was an adventure she was willing to take.


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