Erotic Fiction: The Eladrin’s Flaw
There was something ethereal about twilight, when the sun hung low against the upturned belly of the horizon and the moon began to peek her way through the elongated fingers of the trees. On a clear evening, you could close your eyes and hear the sound of the birds singing their last quiet song before settling into slumber, the woodland creatures rustling the leaves beneath their feet as they made their way back to their dens and burrows for the night. It almost made you forget about the dangers that lurked amidst the surrounding forest.
That’s why Olcelle found herself nestled up in the branches each nightfall. She took an hour to appreciate the eternal twilight of the Feywild before she went to her daily meditation. Since she was a little girl, she would climb the same tree nimbly, shrouded by the canopy of leaves to watch the world from above like a curious little bird. Every day she found solace in her solitude, watching the world tuck into their homes for the night before she, too, returned to her house’s safety.
But after decades of this unbroken routine, the predictability of her life was interrupted.
It began one night when she scaled her tree, the familiar branches beneath her bare feet and palms guiding her up to the lookout point. Only this time, her well-worn seat was occupied by a stranger.
“Galindon,” he said, meeting her eyes and holding her gaze. She smiled, despite the confusion brought on by this stranger, and found a spot to rest between two thick branches.
“I’m sorry?”
“My name is Galindon.” The way he locked eyes with her felt like a challenge, as if he was defiantly daring her to question his presence — why he was there, where he had come from. It wasn’t in her nature, though.
Instead, she cut her time in her hiding spot short that night, distracted from the world below by stealing glances at him: his dark green hair and cloak to match, skin tinted the colour of the foliage he lounged amongst. Around his neck was an ancient-looking red amulet, a shock of colour among all the green, especially in the darkness of nightfall. When she had enough of him, she used her Fey Step to teleport home, slipping into an agitated trance for hours.
The next morning, she stepped out of her house in a daze, unsure if the night before had been a strange reverie, a daydream. Reaching the bottom of the steps leading from her door, she saw him. Galindon.
“You never told me your name,” he remarked, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be there. Olcelle looked around, but no one was close enough to pay any attention to what was going on. She moved closer to him, catching the scent of summertime wafting from his smooth skin.
“My name is Olcelle.” His back straightened, and he immediately seemed much taller, stronger. She offered a small smile, taking his hand the moment that he extended it to her.
“I have somewhere to take you, Olcelle. Come with me.” It wasn’t a request, but she somehow trusted him.
They moved through the trees, seemingly oblivious to the dangers that could emerge at any moment. Beneath the light treading of their owlbear boots, lush grass parted silently as it wet their soles with morning dew. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of windrazor humming softly in the breeze could be heard.
Again, Olcelle didn’t even question where her companion had come from, whether he had arrived alone, or why he was even there. These thoughts did not even cross her mind when they reached a small cave, the soil around it speckled with amethyst-coloured puff-shrooms. Everything — including themselves — was shrouded by the flickering shadows cast by trees under the eternal twilight.
Galindon entered, calling out into the cavern, “Hello?” The only response was his own voice, echoed back to them. Then, there was silence.
From the faint illumination trickling through the mouth of the cave, Olcelle could see him begin to slowly remove his clothing piece by piece. Each piece fell from his body with the same grace that he radiated, from his seemingly glowing red amulet to the shoes on his feet. In her nearly seventy years of life, she had never done this, had never shown her naked body to another creature. But somehow, this felt right.
He came up to her, stepping until their bodies touched, her chest against his stomach as he looked down at her. Galindon combed his fingers through her fiery red hair, causing him to let out a small sigh.
“You’re the autumn,” he whispered. Olcelle closed her eyes, letting him pull her copper silk dress over her head, the garment tossed to the side noiselessly. “You give… You give and never take.”
In the chilled air of the cavern, Olcelle could feel her nipples harden. Goosebumps spread like wildfire across her shoulders, down her back and buttocks, crawling over the back of her thighs. Galindon leaned towards her, taking each breast in his mouth in turn and suckling gently before biting her darkening nipples.
She peered down at him, his eyes looking back up at her in a continual challenge. He was constantly daring her to stop him, a wordless confrontation that she had no interest in meeting with equalled resilience. She liked it. She wanted him to overpower her, to bring her to her knees in unwavering submission.
He took her by the elbows and guided her to the ground, stretching her limbs out like a star against the cool earth. His lips trailed along her body, never quite kissing her skin as they moved from her neck to her navel. At her belly, he pulled away from her and lifted her legs, bending the knees so that they rested on either side of his head.
He moved down towards the apex of her thighs, his tongue caressing and teasing at her clitoris before entering inside of her. Small squeaks escaped Olcelle’s mouth, her breathing becoming more laboured as Galindon’s mouth ravished her. As he groaned against her soft skin, she clasped roughly at his hair, pulling at the pine-coloured strands each time her body inched towards a climax. With every tug at his scalp, his fingers dug hungrily into her alabaster thighs.
Each time her hips lifted off of the ground, her moans becoming louder and louder, he shoved her body back against the dirt floor. Olcelle’s voice bounced off of the stone walls, reverberating in her ear just as another ecstatic cry fled from between her lips. Inside her torso, butterflies flittered wildly as if she was falling from her nightly lookout point, her face flushed like it was a hot summer’s day. Each time she tried to speak, incoherent sounds poured out from her, animalistic noises as if she were a dangerous beast lurking in the woods.
It was a wave of warmth, unlike anything she had felt before. It moved from between her legs and through her belly, slowly at first, before swarming upwards through her chest as if trying to escape through her open mouth. She was so close to what could only be an out of body experience, so close to discovering this unchartered territory that she had never experienced before. So close…
As instantaneously as she felt it rise from her depths, Galindon pulled away. The quaking sensation making its way through her body evened back to calm waters. Her eyes were wide, staring up into the dark void above her. All the stars in the universe had disappeared; she was in an empty black void.
“Take me back,” she whispered, breathless, “I was going somewhere.
“No,” he replied. “Rest.”
Slipping into the quiet recesses of her mind was effortless. She felt as if she had had all the energy from her body suddenly expelled, leaving her a shell of a creature. She was nothing anymore. She was on the brink of something brilliant and shadowed, glorious yet toxic, and seeping with unshakeable awe.
When her eyes fluttered open, emerging from the state between the dream realm and real-world, the silence was deafening. Though it wasn’t a surprise to her that Galindon was nowhere to be found, she still felt a twinge of sadness brimming in her heart. She knew that he was gone, likely to never be seen again.
Olcelle closed her eyes to rest. When the new dawn eventually broke, autumn would be over. It would be winter for her, inside of her, exuding from her.
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