[script] Dear Diary (I-V)

Dear Diary (I-V)
[elf, human, f/m, recollection, fantasy, pregnancy talk]
Noble elf girl talks about her human ranger crush and the things they do.

I. Dear Diary,
My human was back today! He's gotten so big since we used to play as children together. He used to be like a little brother to me, always getting his knees bloodies and crying to me to heal him, but now he looks old enough to be my father!
He's grown a beard since I last saw him. He and his ranger buddies were out chasing goblins or something for weeks and weeks and he said he didn't have time to change. Ooo, you should see it! It's thick and bushy and dark like his hair, I hope he keeps it. I asked him to, but he always acts so nervous around me. It's cute.
Anyway, he shot a great stag so there's going to be a feast. As a reward he's going to be sitting with my family and the other elven nobles, so I'll pester him about it some more if he's close enough.
Goodnight!


II. Dear Diary,
He trimmed the beard, but it looks even better now! All neat and well groomed he looks like a savage human king, or something. Just replace the bow with a sword and the green cape with some armour and maybe...
I think he only kept the beard because it hides how he blushes every time he look at me. He doesn't think I notice, but I do. I notice lot's of things about him. He's huge, for one. Not as tall as some of my family, but much broader, especially at the chest. And his arms are thicker than my legs. I bet he could lift me up with one arm, no trouble. And he tries to steal glances of me every chance he gets.
How impertinent! I wonder if he's in love with me? I hear humans fall in love with us all the time, it's so funny.
I'm going to flirt with him a bit to see.
Wish me luck.

III. Dear Diary,
He is. He absolutely is.  At first it was hard to tell, but later he all but blurted it out!
I had father order him to take me horseback riding deep in the glade. It's perfectly safe, but I'm "a lady and need to be taken care of." I think this is the first time I've gotten to take advantage of that!
Anyway, I wore that white and blue lacy dress that's all but see-through and a fine cloak over it. Every time we moved or the wind picked up and blew at the cloak I caught him trying not to stare at my chest, thighs, and the like. He wasn't very good at it.
Eventually we stopped for a break and I had him help me down. He tried as hard as he could not to look, but at the last second caught a full glimpse between my legs when I hopped down.
It was great, he kept stuttering and making excuses. I, of course, had to play the role of the damaged lady. I've always been good at making myself cry, father is ever so susceptible to that kind of thing, so I threw myself to the ground and starting blathering on about not being able to get married anymore, or something.
At first he was in shock, but then he ran over and said something about "taking responsibility" or some such. I told him, yeah, he would, because father would probably want his head.
Then he mumbled something about it being "worth it" and he actually got ME blushing!
Before I could say more my stupid cousin and his friends came riding up. They said we were late to lunch and had to come home right away.
Why do they always have to spoil my fun?
Well, we went back and ate and I didn't see him for the rest of the day. I keep imagining him sweating about the incident and laughing. I hope he's not worrying too much.

IV. Dear Diary,
I sucked his dick!
It all happened so fast I'm not even sure how we got to that.
Okay, so it's been three days since we had our little ride and I've barely caught sight of him once. This morning I found out he and the other rangers are leaving tomorrow since some orcs were sighted at the edge of our territory.
I suppose they've been busy with preparations, but he's certainly been avoiding me on purpose.
So this evening, after dinner, he cornered me as I was walking back to my room. He was a bit disheveled and I could smell the wine on him. To be fair, I was a bit flustered as well. He was back at the human table and every time I saw him I got angry for some reason and drained my cup. I think he may have been doing the same thing.
Anyway, he cornered me just outside of my room and begged my forgiveness. He kept going on and on about how horrible he'd been to me and how sorry he was. Eventually I just grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into my room.
It gets a little hazy from there on, but I think I'm pretty sure I'm the one who told him to take his trousers off. I blame the wine. I think I said something about us being even if I saw his, as silly as that sounds.
He was huge! I don't know if all humans are that big, but he made the elves I've seen look like children! I couldn't help myself, I just had to touch it. The thing was so soft and warm, but felt so weird under the skin. And the smell! Sort of sweaty and... musky.
Before I knew it, he'd gotten hard and... wow. Just wow.
If I spread out my thumb and pinky as far away from each other as I can and placed my pinky at the base, the tip of my thumb would just barely touch the tip of his cock.
Ooo, it feels so naughty just writing that.
Cock.
Writing it doesn't feel as good as saying it out loud.
And saying it out loud doesn't feel as good as having it in my mouth.
Gods, I'm such a whore, but it was so fun!
I could feel his heartbeat and every little twitch of his body. The taste of him as he erupted and washed down my throat.
And that's... all I can remember.
I woke up today and we gone, I didn't even get to say goodbye.
Next time I think I'm going to fuck him.

V. Dear Diary,
It's been weeks since he left and I'm starting to get worried. Not about him, he's a big boy and can handle himself, but about me. I'm dying here without him, all alone.
After that wonderful night I can hardly even look at the "men" around here. It's true what they say, compared to humans, male elves really do look like women. Blah.
Long hair and dainty hands and wiry arms, where's the fun in getting held by someone like that? At least with other, REAL women you have a partner who knows how to treat you just right.
Not that, um, I'd know anything about that.
Okay, so I've practiced kissing with a few of my friends now and then, but it isn't the same thing.
I can't wait until he comes back. It's so boring here, nothing ever happens. There is no way I'm living here for the next thousand years. Or the thousand after that. But there's no way father would ever let me leave.
Unless...
Oh, oh I know. When my human comes back, I'm going to fuck him. Every second I have him alone I'm going to spread my legs and jump his bone. We'll have to get caught sooner or later, right? Father will be certain to banish me after a scandal like that...
No, he'd probably just lock me in my room for a few hundred years.
I'll have to get pregnant. Hmm, but that makes it sound like a chore. Having a little half-human inside me wouldn't be a chore at all. Getting it in my belly would be a joy, and I'm certain he's love to help. And if that happens, there's no way father would be able to keep me around.
Yes, that's perfect! But I can't talk about it with him first, no, he'd say no. I'll take him first, make him mine, then ride him again and again until I have a little one inside of me.
Then we can move to a city, a real human city!
Oh, this is going to be fun.
Wish me luck!