(by Eddrf)

The leaves rustled in the wind, glimmering with an almost magical luster as she gazed at the castle with an odd expression on her face.

The squire just watched, confused, intrigued by this strange creature from the deep forest. She was slim and rugged, yet with a feminine grace the young man could never have imagined existed outside fairytales.

Her ears twitched, the man was bewitched. Why did he find her so appealing? He was a member of the guard!
He tried, and failed, to look away. She was almost naked. Her ample breasts stretching the fabric of her bra, the garment itself was sewn with rough, crude, thread and through the gaps he could see something dark.

No, he was imagining things, surely one of their women.. Females, females.. Wouldn't walk around half-naked.

Would they?

The tool belt around his waist clinked slightly as he adjusted, her ears twitched again.

With a deft hand and two nimble fingers, she plunged into her cleavage and pulled the garment down. Her breasts jiggled as they were exposed to the wind, nipples hardening.

The squire watched, mouth agape, as she turned to him.
"Come, man of the mountain." She was referring to the castle, he thought. Little went on in his mind as he stood, stunned, both horrified and incredibly excited.
A little smile formed on her lips, a teasing smirk.
"Come, you intrigue me, little watcher.." She said with a melodious accent he couldn't place.
She smiled wider as he took a hesitant step forward.

The woman, elf.. Yes, that's it. Elf. The elf reached for his cheek and cupped it in her palm, her fingers were soft and smooth, her hand warm.
"There.. Don't be afraid." She purred, the leaves making up her skirt rustled in the wind and tickled his hand which was (To his relief.) complying with his orders not to grope her lush breasts.
"You are very pink.." She observed, her own skin a soft shade of brown that reminded him of chocolate.

He wasn't sure what to do. Should he run? Surely she was testing him, The guard, and he'd failed.
She smiled. That wasn't the pitying smile of a winner pretending to comfort her defeated opponent. This was something else.
Her hand caressed his cheek, trailing down, past his chin until she let go at the base of his neck.
"You are very interesting." The elf offered. Scanning his body, noticing the way a certain part of his body made his tools shift. But also his robust frame, brought on by a comfortable, if sheltered life among the hard granite walls.
"My people have no.. What is the word.." She scratched her chin. He found it cute. "Interest.. no, problem? With breasts.." Her accent made the word seem more erotic than he thought was possible.
"Yet I had to wear this cloth, and yet you and others clearly crave my flesh." She looked at him.
"Would you like me to reject you?" She teased.

"I can help you abide your laws, customs.." Her slender fingers touched his, she held his hand and began lifting it, up, towards her ample chest.
"But is that what you really want?" She asked.
The man was silent.
She just smiled, her ears twitched and moved as a bird far away, sang its tune.
"You pink ones are a strange people, so prudish and.." A bright smile lit up her face, her full lips parted slightly as she did.
"And.. Shy."
The elf giggled, a childish and innocent sound from the nubile creature in front of him.

His hand moved on it own accord, meeting with warm smooth flesh, soft skin and the hard peaks of her nipples kissed his palms.
He was looking at nothing, his eyes were open but he did not see.
He just groped an Elf. One of Them. The brown marauder, the reason most of the forests were burnt to a crisp, the instigators of the war. Poison darts, Mage fire, bow and spear, scorched hills and poisoned wells.

And he loved it.
The breast was warm and soft, full but not too big, just right.
The Elf woman sighed in delight.
"Brave.. None other have done that."

The squire smiled back at the woman, as odd as the situation was, he couldn't help but feel happy.
She bit her lip.
"Come, watcher, let's indulge ourself a little."
She gripped his crotch and motioned for a small clearing.
Feeling his hardness through his pants, she touched it and stroked as best she could, guiding him forward as he seemed unable to walk.
The air was pleasantly cool in the small patch of trees. The Elf let go of his manhood and sat down on a mossy rock.
"I have duties.." The squire blurted out. Regaining the ability to speak, if only for a moment. "I will be missed if I am gone for too long."

The woman just smiled her sultry smile.
"Of course you'll be missed. Such a brave young man is precious to many, no doubt."

She shifted on her seat, beginning to unravel the complicated mess of leaves and fabric that formed her skirt.
"We'll just have to be quick then." She said as the foliage fell from her waist.

Underwear was not something elves did. Or so it seemed.
He began working his pants, wrestling with his uniform.
"That's the spirit!" She purred, rising up to caress the skin he exposed. Her brown hands darted into his underclothes and gripped his length before he had a chance to uncover it. She didn't say anything, just a sigh and a breathy murmur escaped her lips. The scent of female arousal was growing increasingly obvious to him and he grew increasingly desperate.

"So hard.." One of her fingers were busy darting in and out of her slit, the others managed to break through his pants and pulled his manhood out from its prison.
She changed hands, her slick juices soon coated his member as she lifted a leg and allowed him entrance.
He didn't know it was possible to do it while standing.
King's might! She was flexible.. her foot came to a rest on his shoulder.
Then coherent thought faded from his mind as her lips met with his, and her warm channel welcomed him.
He felt her smile through the kiss. She tasted sweet, like flowers. She was the first to start moving, his hands closed around her waist as she began making love to him. Breathy little moans and sighs passed through their connected mouths, lips joined together in an intoxicating kiss. Her tongue darted into his mouth, but before he could react, it retreated deep into her own mouth. It was a trap. As soon as he pursued it with his own tongue, she closed her lips and began sucking on it. He was rather okay with being caught in that trap.

It didn't take long for her to coax an orgasm out of him, then another. But his master didn't notice his absence, he was busy making amends with old war time nemesis, burying his spear into her flesh like he did on the day the forest burned. She didn't mind this time.