." she whispered.
He shook his head, "But I can’t.. Not now.."
He looked at the reflection, at the face that stared back and looked down, hair falling about his ears.
"I’m sorry.." He said, retrieving a knife from the counter and wrapping his other hand in his hair.
He held the blade to his long, glorious hair, close to the roots and hesitated. With short hair he would look boyish, more masculine. If he stopped wearing makeup, put on a shirt and trousers again. Scarlett would be gone again.
He closed his eyes, steeling himself.
Someone tutted coyly, "Now now Belind.. You’ve grown such beautiful locks, it would be a shame to cut them so." a voice, behind him.
He spun and stood quickly, elven reflexes serving him as he released his hair brandishing his knife at her. A woman stood before him, though he could swear he had heard no footsteps. She was a beautiful sight to behold, slender and majestic in her figure but with a bust that rivaled even Mayla’s, she wore a fur collared purple dress with corsetry lace down her abdomen accentuating her already impressive figure. The dress was loose on her shoulders and dipped low on the neckline, her breasts barely contained from spilling forth. Her lipstick, necklace and, yes, her crown were all purple, which made the forest green of her eyes all the more prominent.
"I told everyone to leave me alone.." Scarlett frowned, eying the woman uncertainly.
She chuckled wryly, stepping forward, clearly holding no fear for the proffered blade. "Well I'm hardly anyone am I my beloved? Have you been so long in hiding you no longer recognize your rightful queen and lover?"
Scarlett took an uneasy step back, confusion overriding his sadness for the moment. "I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about lady but if you so much as lay a hand on me I’ll-"
A wave of her hand cut him off, a glow of red and his knife and all but vanished, crumbling to dust in his hand, "You’ll what my love? Oh, I do love your little games though I’d rather not have to play them here and now.. I’ve been so desperate to see you again, let us not dally.."
Scarlett stared wide-eyed at the woman, finding himself suddenly pressed against a wall. Did he scream for help? Did he try to fight? Who was this mad woman? And.. Had she used magic?! His fear was quickly becoming replaced with curiosity.
"I’m sorry but really, who are you?.." he asked again, swallowing meekly as he watched her hands, watching a little trail of purple sparks follow her fingertips.
"Oh come now.. I am you Queen Ariela.. My dearest Belind I conquered your people.. You are my prize, my pet, I remember you being a beauty but my did the southern climate do you well.." she cooed, grinning as she stepped in closer still, moving a hand to rest oh so very possessively on one of Scarlett's hips.
"T-this Belind.. Human, right?" Scarlett pressed, biting his lip as he snuggled back against the wall for safety
She pursed her lips, her bemusement at her perceived games of ‘Belind’ starting to give through to frustration, "Though it seems you’ve developed the mind of a Boar, yes.."
Scarlett reached a cautious hand up and moved his hair back, displaying a prominent ear. "Um.. Elf. Hi."
Ariela frowned, leaning back and eying Scarlett over very critically. As she did so Scarlett moved his hair back on the other side too, bringing both his pointed ears into view.
She took him by the jaw, gripping it between finger and thumb and tilted his head this way and that, turning it, inspecting him as if he was cattle.
"Open." she commanded simply.
Scarlett glanced sideways as he obediently opened his mouth, displaying his pearly whites.
She tilted his head back and peered inside his mouth, making a hum of contentedness before sighing, releasing him and placing both her hands on her hips, accusing.
"You aren’t Belind. Do you know how much of my time you’ve wasted? Who are you?" She said.
He closed his mouth and swallowed, looking to her once more. "Er.. Sorry? I’m Scar.. Lett."
"Scar or Scarlett? Which one?" She commanded plainly.
He shrugged, glancing away.
She eyed him over and let out a long, frustrated sigh, moving to fold her arms underneath her substantial bust. She had come here to find her beloved and take him in every sense of the word. Instead, she had come across what appeared to be a distressed and gender confused Elf-ling who, while bearing a striking resemblance to her precious would be Belind was not in fact him.
"What are you even doing in these lands, Elf?" She demanded.
He shrugged again, "Just wandering.. I just wanted to learn about things. About people and culture and customs.."
From her knowledge of Elves, she didn’t doubt his interests also extended to sex. His kind were prolific to say the least, and also renowned.
She pursed her full lips, eying him over again. A creature so much like her beloved, except, likely, sex-driven. A plan began to form in her mind, perhaps the journey might not be a complete bust. She may not have found her darling, but she could sate her fantasies of her Belind on this lost soul just as easily.
"Well congratulations, today you learn about a Queen." she said casually, lifting her hands to her shoulders and tugging her top down, revealing an expanse of beautiful skin, her heavy breasts, full and soft falling free of her top as it lowered to his waist.
He perked up, though whether it was at the mention of her title or her not to subtle offer she was unsure, but his eyes quickly strayed between her thighs, though he couldn’t yet see what she had to offer. She raised an eyebrow.
"What is it you expect to see?"
He hesitated, looking up at her. "..I don't know.."
What is it you want to see?.." she asked, smirking as she toyed with him.
He swallowed. "I don’t know.."
"You should be honest with yourself.. Do you even see yourself? I’ve never in all my days met anyone quite so naturally feminine as yourself." she pursed her lips, "Excusing myself, of course.."
"But.. This isn’t me.. I’m.."
"Lying to yourself and wasting my time, girl. Try embracing who you are. You’ll find it empowering, I’m sure. And you’ll probably even enjoy what I’m about to do to you."
He watched her with an uncertain gaze, his eyes trailing down to her waist, where the hem of her dress was lowered, exposing her toned firm abdomen.
He stared, his mind turning over and over as he thought about himself. About Scar. About Scarlett. She had so much more fun than he ever had. What was holding him back?
Fear. It was just fear. Fear from letting go of something old, fear of embracing something, something that his own kind wouldn’t be quick to accept, but something that completely changed his future.
Scar swallowed and closed his eyes.
Scarlett let out a long sigh and opened hers.
"Ten gold." She said, flatly, pursing her lips and putting her hands on her hips.
Ariela raised her eyebrows, "Excuse me?"
"I’m not free!" The Elf declared, haughtily, raising one eyebrow of her own.
"...I could kill you without moving my fingers."
"You could. But then you wouldn’t get this." Scarlett responded, gesturing with a hand down at her lithe figure, her enticing curves. "And you’re a Queen. You can't tell me you can't afford ten measly gold."
She scowled. "Fine, Elfling."
Scarlett took a confident step forward and slowly moved to her knees, reaching a hand into the hem of Ariela’s dress as she allowed it fall to the floor around her feet, her thick cock now wrapped in the soft embrace of the silken Elf’s hands.
"Call me Scarlett.." She smirked, kissing the very tip. "..Or for an extra six gold you can call me Belind?.."
"I’ll call you what I want and not pay you a copper mo-.. Oh.." The Dark Queen of the North’s scowl melted away as soon as she felt those plush lips wrap around the head of her cock, immediately relaxing herself to the Elf’s touch and skill.
She tilted her head back and thought of her beloved as the pleasure washed over her, her hands finding the fiery red hair of her new toy, feeling it move back and forth, feeling the heat sweep across her body as the air filled with their duet of moans, one set distinctly more muffled than the other.
Ariela took a few cautious steps backward, the Elf not even breaking her tempo, crawling after her, tongue working. She felt the edge of the bed nudge against her calves and allowed herself to sit, leaning back on her hands as her head lolled back, eyes rolling as the pleasure washed over her.
"Too long.." She purred softly, forcing herself to raise her head, looking down over the substantial swell of her breasts, marveling at the Elf as she continued her skilled work.
Scarlett looked up at her, letting her emerald gaze meet the eyes of the dark queen and found her anxieties about herself and about Mayla melting away.
She rolled her lips up and down the powerful sorceress’ huge shaft, moaning out gratefully as she did so. This was where she belonged.
Just earlier she had been on the verge of leaving the Thorned Rose, and with good reason after the reveal of Mayla’s betrayal, but had she done so she wouldn’t be here, now, enjoying herself and pleasuring a dark queen no less. It was like fabled creatures and people, like herself and her current toy were drawn here.
"Use your tongue more.." Ariela commanded, her breath coming fast.
Scarlett complied, her long nimble elvish tongue wrapping gently around the cock, sliding eagerly over it, tasting and trying the different textures of her cock, the veined length of her cock, steely hard yet soft to her lips, the smooth and silky tip of her cock, spongy but firm. She loved it. She couldn’t deny it, and couldn’t deny her place.
"Mm, good girl.." The Queen purred, stroking her hair.
Scarlett flushed with color and a little shiver went down her spine. Good girl. The satisfaction of that, combined with a little subtle mental manipulation for Ariela had Scarlett's own hard little member, tucked between her thighs spurting her seed. She didn’t know how she had gone from whom she had been to who she was now, but this was what she enjoyed. She would embrace it, entirely. She would learn the sexual customs, natures, and ways of many races, an odd self-assigned task for a wanderlust Elf, but one that would provide his people with knowledge in the long run nevertheless.
Ariela bit her lip, "Try doing a l-.."
Scarlett sat up, the cock popping free from her soft lips, her hand wrapped around the base she let it rest against the flushed warmth of her cheek. "Let me do my thing? They don't call it the Elvish art for nothing you know."
Ariela stared down at the Elf, incredulous. Back talk? To her? From this? Why she could crush this idiot with a swish of her finger and a whim. However..
"....Fine.." she grunted, her tone reproving even as she gave ground. Backtalk was a bad idea dealing with Ariela. But turning down head while dealing with an Elf, right in the here and now seemed like a worse one, especially considering how badly she needed her release.
"Thank you." Scarlett said, voice a little too sweet, though a smirk tinged her lips before she returned to her task. She gave it her all, a skill she was loving to practice more and more, the satisfaction from the recipient meant more to her than any reciprocation any would.
She kept her eyes on Ariela’s as she built her up slow and steady, using her lips, tongue, and mouth to kiss, lick and suck. When she felt generous she let the cock slip into her throat, though the thickness pained her, it kept Ariela on edge.
Ariela leaned back on her hands gasping, squirming and writhing, she was just so close to cumming but she couldn’t? She couldn’t understand it, every time the pleasure seemed to be reaching its glorious crescendo it faded away again.
She stared into those beautiful green eyes, the effect of which was only somewhat spoilt by the teary makeup, and saw mirth.
"Oooh you are not edging a Dark Queen you little.." she growled, balling her hands into fists, this Elf was toying with her, skillfully balancing her just on the edge, prolonging the Elf’s obvious fun but also her pleasure. While she was sure in retrospect she would appreciate that effort, here and now she just needed to fucking cum.
Scarlett looked up at her and even as their eyes met, the world fuzzed slightly, becoming momentarily indistinct. Scarlett felt a wave of tingly magic pass through her body and for a moment found herself dizzy. She was laying on her back, on the side of her bed. She looked up and gasped in surprise.
That gasp was exactly what Ariela was waiting for as she sank her cock into the open o of the Elf's mouth. Scarlett, laying on her back on the bed it was an easy feat and she saved no thought for the Elf's comfort. This was a moment for her fun, anyway.
Scarlett gasped in a whimper and a hand moved to slap at the queen’s thigh, trying to bargain her release from what she knew was coming.
Ariela leaned forward, resting her hands on the Elf's own thighs for support and let out a low little chuckle, "Let me do my thing.. They don't call me a Dark Queen for nothing you know.."
She lowered herself and leaned her hips forward, relentless in her sudden assault.
Scarlett’s eyes went wide, the cock head that had been filling her mouth passed over her tongue and slipped snugly into her throat. She squealed around the cock as it pushed further and further, she felt her throat stretch, felt the heat of the cock fill her.
Ariela pushed forward, chewing on her lip, the Elflings throat was like a pussy, tight and welcoming, wet and hot. She loved it.
Scarlett had to close her eyes as she was hit in the face by the queen’s royal nuts, they rested on her eyes and forehead, smooth and heavy.
"Oh my.." Ariela moaned, one at the new pleasure that was radiating through her body, but also at the sight.
The Elfs skirt had a wet patch, growing as the bulge deflated. "You came again, you little slut.." she laughed to herself, having played no part in this one, "Mm well don’t think that just because you’re done I am too.." She bit her lip and started to settle into her rhythm.
Scarlett could only squeeze her eyes shut as she felt the length repeatedly push down her throat, feeling her small neck expand with each thrust as she was forced to take the sizable member, each thrust followed by a slap as the woman's heavy sack slapped into her face again and again.
She squirmed desperately for breath as she was used, using every trick she had, even in this difficult situation to speed the woman's release, sucking, kissing, licking and massaging, doing her very best to milk this cock of its cum before she ran out of air.
Ariela bit her full lip, staring down at the squirming, aroused Elf, moving her hands to wrap them around her slender delicate throat, squeezing hard, feeling the Elf wriggle and writhe, it made the passage of her cock a much tighter and pleasurable experience, not to mention how much she was simply getting off on controlling and dominating such a rare creature.
Her thrusts got harder, shorter and less controlled, no longer following a rhythm as the Queen struggled for breath herself, she gasped out and hilted herself deep inside Scarlett.
Scarlett felt the sack pressed against her face jump and twitch as it fed its load straight into her stomach, bypassing her mouth entirely, she could feel the cock pulse between her lips and in her constricted throat but she tasted no cum, only felt a heat in her stomach as pulse after pulse of cum was fed into her.
She slapped eagerly on the woman's thighs, desperate for air but the dark queen only ground her hips into her face, her cock, though softening in her throat was still hilted inside her.
Scarlett felt the world starting to dim, felt a panic starting to rise and could only see a pair of nuts dangling in front of her face, spit and fluid running down over her eyes and ruined makeup as she blacked out.
The queen looked down with a raised eyebrow as Scarlett stopped moving, going limp, arms flopping pathetically. She smirked playfully and withdrew herself with a wet slick sound, the Elf's mouth open, her tongue lolling, dripping saliva and pre.
She leaned down and started to slap Scarlett on the cheek. Once, twice, three times.
Scarlett gasped and started to breathe again, eyes going wide and blinking around wildly before focusing on Ariela and her predatory smile, standing and lining the tip of her hard cock back up with Scarlett's mouth.
"We got the timing wrong.. You’re supposed to pass out as I’m cumming.. It feels better that way… Let's try again.."
Scarlett tried to protest, tried to argue but the moment the Elf parted her plush swollen lips the Queen's prominent cock once again sank back into its home, her throat.
Scarlett's eyes rolled back as she accepted her fate, her own cock once more hard under her skirts. This queen was cruel. And Scarlett wanted cruel tonight.
Scarlett lay under her, a toy, an item for the queen to use for her pleasure, despite her Elven stamina she still needed air and she found herself blacking out more than once under the queen, her throat worked into a slick new pussy by her constantly invading ivory shaft.
The Elf was an uncharacteristic mess, her makeup ruined, her hair slick with her saliva and cock slime, her eyes red and bloodshot, eyelashes glued together by the liquids, she gasped and gurgled and writhed and whimpered, a mess at the Queen's mercy. Which apparently she seemed rather incapable of.
After blacking out for the fifth time she awoke face down, laid eagle on her bed, nude and weak, a weight on her back and a fullness in her body. She felt a strong arm around her throat, choking her.
She gasped and whimpered, voice coming out ragged as she squirmed, her head swimming in oxygen deprivation as the Queen held her, squeezing her throat, keeping her on the verge of blacking out, grunting in her ear as she pounded her ass, taking her as the slut she was.
Ending the day just as she had started it, laid out on her stomach, a cock in her plush pillowy ass, the only difference the arm consistently choking her out.
The Queen kept edging her consciousness, not allowing her to blackout nor allowing her to fully take in a lungful of air, the constant panic of being on the verge kept her body tensing, squeezing and milking the Queen's cock in a pleasurable vice, the exact sensation she was doing this for.
She didn’t much care about the Elf sluts pleasure, this was for her, her compensation for making this trip for no reason, for her search for her beloved not being over.
She gritted her teeth, letting her frustrations play out on this delicate little flower of an Elf, so like her Belind, driving her thick cock again and again into her body, watching as it bounced, watched as she clawed at her arm, desperate for a real lungful of air.
She would have that once she was done playing with her, using her. The Queen was bent over her, heavy breasts sliding up and down the Elfs abdomen as she grunted and growled.
She was so beautiful, skin pale, hair on fire, face, admittedly, quite red and streaked with makeup, but cute all the same.
"A-ah.." I’m.. Oh.. I’m.. Fuck.." She grunted, squeezing hard, Scarlett's breaths coming out in strained little gasps as he stared upwards, feeling each wonderful pulse of seed inside her thick ass even as the light started to dim and her eyes started to roll.
Scarlett blacked out as cum flooded her body, her form going limp beneath the Queen as she drained herself inside the perfect little fuck toy.
"A-ah.. If you think.. Fainting is going to.. Let you escape.. A round two.. You’re wrong.." She panted, grinning to herself as she withdrew her slick spear from the Elf’s sheath and flipped her over onto her back, rubbing her thick, still hard tool between her doughy cheeks.
Scarlett whimpered as her eyes rolled forward, opening as she felt herself once more filled, felt a hand once more at her throat, her tongue lolling from her lips as she stared forward into the eyes of her Dark Queen for the night, a toy to this sorceress.
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Mayla let out a low sigh as she stared at her ceiling. She hadn’t slept a wink all night and knew it was time to open The Thorned Rose to another day of business whether she felt up to it or not. Sitting up and using the back of her hand to try fruitlessly to rub the sleepiness from her eyes she swung her legs from the bed.
Standing she grunted as she arched her back, hearing a crick from what were feeling like old bones. She ran a hand through her hair in an unsuccessful attempt to try and put it into some semblance of order before she began to dress.
He would’ve left in the night, packed up and vanished into the mists of the night. There was no reason he would’ve stayed here with her after what she had done to him. And how could she blame him? She had used him, pretending it was for his benefit when really it was simply just for hers. Her own greed and jealousy, it had cost her everything.
She pulled on her dress, not really bothered about showering today, she just went through the bare minimum effort of running a hairbrush through her hair and gave herself a disapproving look in her mirror. She looked tired, she was starting to look old. Older than she should given her age. But that was probably the stress of the job catching up to her. She practically worked every hour the sun gave her and more than her fair share of the hours the moon gave her too.
She shuffled through her tavern and unlocked the door to the pre-dawn chill, guests would need to leave soon for business, others would be coming in off of their night shifts for drinks and a simple meal. She would have to get started on her chores, alone.
The patrons came and so did the sun, the work came and so did some coin, but Scarlett didn’t come. The hours passed well into late morning and she was trying to build herself up to go to his room, prepare it for another guest, not that the inn would be quite so packed now that her prize had left.
As she was preparing a bowl of honeyed milk oats for an elderly client a flash of red caught her attention. Glancing to her side she saw, to her absolute surprise, the unmistakable shock of red fire hair that was Scarlett, beautiful and perfect, dressed in his working dress and with a storm about him.
She couldn’t help herself, she called out to him, "Does this mean you’re staying?.." her voice was marked with unabashed desperation.
He froze in his tracks and turned his head, glancing over one slender shoulder to eye her up and down, a spark of displeasure in his gaze. "Of course I’m staying. And the Dark Queen of the North takes her coffee white with sugar." he said, his tone dismissive.
And he strode from the door.
She watched, mouth agape and felt tears welling in her eyes, "No.. Scarlett.. I.. I’m sorry..."
She watched the now empty door, he hadn’t even looked back. He’d just.. Gone. In a flash, like that.
She swallowed, lower lip quavering as she gritted her teeth. She wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve and fought back the tears. She couldn’t cry. She had a business to run. The same old tavern with the same old clientele. It just looked so much.. Grimmer without him.
"Where the fuck is my coffee.." a voice rumbled, tired.
She sniffed and quelled her upset, she would have time to grieve later. "Your coffee?.." she asked, turning to eye the unique figure, her mind blanking as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing.
"White with sugar. Didn’t Scarlett tell you?.." Ariela narrowed her eyes, a darkness brooding in them.
"I.. He.. Wait.. You’re?" she stumbled over her words, mouth agape.
"Impatient.." the dark Queen growled, eying her with intense eyes.
Mayla swallowed. Her eyes following Scarlett as he reentered the bar, holding a bucket of water he had presumably drawn from the well and moved to collect a sponge before marching, annoyed, towards his room.
"Coffee. White. Sugar. Right." Mayla said, flatly, mechanically preparing the drink as her mind ran in circles.
So. He’s staying. And this is the Dark Queen of the North. In my tavern. Here. Now. The sorceress-tyrant. Who rumor has it melts people for funsies.
He would doubtless still have an entire myriad of questions for her regarding her betrayal. But that could wait until after service. She had a guest that needed tending to. And an Elf working in her bar. Cleaning his room, she assumed from whatever mess these two had propagated.
This was just the sort of attention Scarlett would bring, she knew.
She had a lot of explaining to do. A lot of persuading to do. A lot of questions to answer and more herself to ask. But Scarlett would be here for them all.
Mayla smiled.
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