“A second contest?” her knightly lover chimed in pleasant curiosity.  “What feat of love am I to cross against your womanly wiles this time?”

“As with the previous contest, the goal will be to make the other ascend.  However, this contest shall be more of a match of seduction.”

The Knight raised his eyebrow, his lusty interest aroused.  “Oh?  Pray tell explain the rules to me.”

“Each of us will get ten seconds, using whatever pose we choose, to arouse the other using any number of techniques as we attempt to bring them to ascension,” she explained.  “After the time is up, the other can move to their position of choice to attempt their lover’s ascent for the next duration.  You lose if you ascend first, so it is a war of attrition as you attempt to endure your lover’s onslaught, only to try and burst their willpower with your own passionate attack!  While it is your lover’s turn you must acquiesce to everything they perform.  You must comply with whatever position they tell you to take, and you cannot move or touch them at all unless directed to do so.”

A sly smile flitted across her face, “You may make whatever noises you feel so inclined to vent, however.”

“I adore your erotic mind!” her lover smiled in open admiration.  “A fantastic challenge if ever I have heard one.  And for the prize, the loser submits to the victor’s next desire?”

The Elf nodded.  “I think that is a satisfactory trophy.”

“Then the contest is set!” The knight heartily chuckled.  “Seeing as I won the last contest, I shall let you choose poses first.”

“That is most chivalrous of you, my darling” the Sylvan Maiden purred as she seductively stalked towards him.  Lids half closed, she appraised her prey.  That his shaft was virile and ready, was plain to see as it stood in flush attention.  She figured he had unwittingly done half her job for her while he reveled in the tantalizing tastes and touch of her sublime form as he greedily fondled and caressed her succulent curves.

“Stand,” she commanded him as she arose herself.  Her knight complied.

She walked sinuously around him, and once behind, stepped in to intimately embrace him as her hands teased the tips of his chest and her mountainous melons crushed their perky stems deep into his back.

“Are you ready to begin?” She asked softly as she rested her velvet check between his broad shoulders.

Tingles already racing through his back and chest as he looked over his shoulder lovingly at his bewitching Elf, he smiled and nodded.

At his signal, the sultry Sylvan Lady slid her hand longingly down his abs to cup and hold his sword and man purse.  As she began to fondle her prized possessions, she lifted a silky knee and wrapped her shapely calf around his leg as she let her comely foot glide sensuously up and down the muscular pillar.

The arousing sensations rapidly building within his core, her lover, grit his teeth as he tried to not enjoy the titillating pleasures of her touch too much!  For what seemed like an eternity, he endured her sensational erotic massage, as his bottom clenched in a valiant effort to keep the welling pressure at bay.

Finally, the ten seconds passed, and he involuntarily sighed as she released her seductive hold on him.

“You’re strong,” she purred with a Cheshire smile.

“I see you have selected your challenge carefully,” the Knight replied as he turned to face her.  He let a few deep breaths out as he pondered his move.

He knew his sword needed to rest if he had any hope of surviving her next onslaught, and thus he chose his position deliberately.  Sliding his hands down her shoulders, along her arms to her hands, he knelt before her.

“What’s this?” she teased.  “Are you submitting to me already?”

Releasing her left hand, he gently lifted her corresponding leg over his shoulder so that her thigh rested along the top and her comely calf and pleasing foot draped down his back.  Then, reaching both hands behind her, he gripped her voluminous peach bottom and pressed her lady garden to his lips!

The fey Maiden let her head roll back and she lightly sighed and whimpered as her daring lover went to town eating her garden bud, and lapping her dripping honey.  As ever the sensation was divine, sending tingling spears across her loins and inner thighs.  Her dainty bud flushed and bloomed at the attention it received.  Ten seconds flew by as she basked in her lover’s moist mouth.

Once his allotted time had finished, the sultry Maiden, slid her thigh off his shoulder but allowed her shapely calf to still wrap around his back.  “Rise, my gallant love,” she commanded.

He did so, and she purposefully let her leg glide down his side till it hung wrapped about his hip.  She then took his right hand and guided it till it securely wrapped under and held her elevated thigh.  Then slowly, seductively, she let her fingers glide to his engorged man meat, and taking it in her grip with the faintest squeeze, she directed it into her honey-laden secret passage.

The Knight swallowed in apprehension as the warm, wet, succulent feeling of her love canal teased his sword still tingling and humming from her earlier touch.

A sultry smile crossed her lips as she wrapped both hands around his neck, and commanded, “Hold me!”  With that, she made a little hop as she wrapped her other leg about his hips.  Taking a step forward so as not to lose his balance, her lover was forced to grab her right bottom cheek with his hand to support her hanging weight.

“Thank you, my lord,” she purred.

Then pulling against his neck and lifting with her wrapped thighs, she elevated and lowered her loins in long slow strokes as her velvet folds caressed his aroused shaft.  Such transcendent torture had the suffering Knight never before experienced!

He sucked in air through clenched teeth, as effervescent prickling waves rolled through his blade, and assaulted the blockade holding back the relentless pressure within his pearls.  He held his breath as her garden passage tenderly titillated each pore of his long sword, ambrosia leaking out as it prepared for the pressure to burst.  He fought against it for what seemed like an eternity as his lover bounced upon his manhood.

The Lady felt his meaty member quiver twice and she figured if she increased the tempo of her gliding bottom victory would be hers.  Instead, she slowed the tempo of her bobbing buttocks, savoring her lover’s twisted visage as he agonizingly fought ascension.

Her ten seconds finally concluded, she stopped her bounding hips and released her legs from around his waist.  Visibly sweating, the Knight gently lowered her to her feet and removed his trembling shaft from her garden canal.

“Your bulwark withstands my second onslaught,” she taunted her lover.

He knew he would not survive a third round.  Nor could he afford to use his manhood to arouse her for fear of ascending himself before he pushed her across the threshold.  Thus his mouth and touch were really his only weapons available, but how to use them?

“Sit down with your legs spread like the wings of an eagle,” he commanded her.

Her sultry smile never leaving her lips, she obediently sat down and spread her legs to a full split, her fabulous, wet velvet garden showing off in the late afternoon sun.

“Like this, my Lord?” she questioned provocatively.

Her knightly lover nodded, trying not to get distracted by the glorious view, and coming around, knelt behind her.  Looking seductively over her shoulder, she bit the corner of her lip in bated anticipation.

Softly pulling her into him, he embraced her tenderly.  His right hand reached around as his fingers found her delicate bud amongst the velvet folds of her garden veil, while his left caressed and squeezed her bosom.  Reaching in, his mouth nipped the tip of her ear.

As his mouth enclosed the tip, the Elf softly whimpered, sensing the triple treat upon which she was about to be teased.

“Let’s see how much stimulation you can handle simultaneously,” her lover whispered into her captured ear.

With that he began to lustfully suck and lick her ear while fondling her breast with sensuous, gliding, squeezing pulls as his fingers stroked and rubbed her pink, intimate garden bud.

Moans of pleasure issued forth from her luscious lips, as the Sylvan Maiden drowned in the pleasures her lover heaped in torment upon her!  Waves of tingling needles raced deep into her womb as her titillated bud bloomed at the tantalizing torture heaped upon it.  Searing pins ricocheted across her bosom as his hands kneaded her melon and pulled its tip.  Her crown came alive as if ants marched across in all directions as her tender ear was taunted to terrible perfection!  Her dam starting to build pressure under the triple onslaught stoked the fires of her passion!

When at last the ten seconds were over, she estimated her dam was nearly half full.  She sighed in satisfaction at the service she had just received.

“Your assault on my inner fortress was masterful!” she breathily complimented as she turned to face him.  “Now for my return barrage,” she purred.

The Knight knew the battle was lost.  His taunt pearls and engorged sword were already fit to bursting, and he highly doubted it would take the whole ten seconds to force his nectar to squirt forth.  Nevertheless, he refused to surrender as he prepared himself for her final offensive.

She placed her hands on his abs, and let them sensually drift up till they rested on his chest.  Then using firm pressure, she pushed him down onto his back.

“How fitting,” he thought.  “She’s positioned me for her victory.”

The Lady slipped a comely leg over his prone form, straddling her knightly lover’s thighs thus giving him a dazzling view of her bounteous buxom bosom and her beautiful, wet garden veil.  She elevated her hips to allow the folds of her intimate lips to hover above his meaty member.  Gently, sensuously wrapping a hand around his saluting shaft, she guided it into her honey-soaked hidden passage.  It gripped his sword tightly causing it to quiver a little, as she smiled in triumphant seduction.

“Here…we…go!” She teased as she slid her hands up his loins and onto his chiseled abs where they came to rest.

With that, she began to vigorously undulate her body in rolling waves—much the same manner as she had done earlier during her erotic belly dance.  Her luscious attractive melons rapidly swung back and forth while her sensual, curvaceous hips bounded up and down.  Her lascivious garden lips stroked his quivering, throbbing sword as her bouncing bottom slapped his loins.  Letting herself fully enjoy the moment, the Elf’s seductive moans and whimpers elicited from her moist mouth.

The Knight rolled his head back, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clamped closed, hissing profusely as his rump clenched tightly.  He desperately tried to keep the bulwark closed against the rapidly rising pressure boiling in his manhood—all to no avail.

Within only a handful of his lover’s brisk caressing strokes, his sword, throbbing like his heart, sprayed forth his effluent nectar.  Rapid pulses showered her tight, wet passage walls with their sticky, viscous content.  The defeated knight moaned deeply as the daunting pressure was finally released in sweet relief.

The fey Maiden, reveling in the erotic feeling of his squirting nectar as it splattered within her, sighed in satisfied pleasure and triumph.  She reached behind her perfect peach bottom, to fondle and squeeze his taunt man purse as his sword shuddered to its conclusion.

“This contest is solidly your victory,” her gallant Knight conceded between pants.

“You fought to the blissful end, my love,” she purred in commendation.

As her lover regained his air, the Lady softly ran her fingers across the contours of his abs, ribs, and chest, lightly teasing his nipples and navel with her finely manicured nails.

“What is my mistress’s desire?” The Knight asked as his breath returned.

“Hmmm…what should I do with you?” she pondered, pressing the tip of her index finger to her lower lip in mock indecision.

“It seems to me, you already know,” her gallant lover countered.

“Do I?” she replied with an arch of her brow.  “It would appear my love slave needs to learn his place, and let his mistress ponder in peace,” she teasingly chastised him.

Dismounting and rising, the Sylvan Maiden walked over to her discarded garment and picked up her bejeweled belly chain.

“Come here, my servant,” she commanded as she walked over to stand next to a low tree branch.

Picking himself off the ground, her Knight obediently strode over to stand before her—his towering frame standing head and shoulders above hers.

“Kneel here,” she ordered, pointing at a spot directly beneath the branch.  “It won’t do for my servant to tower above me.”

Again her lover complied with her demand.

Crossing his wrists in front of his body, the Elf looped one end of her belly chain about them a few times in mock bondage.  Then she wrapped the other end around the branch so that his hands hung raised above his head as he knelt before her.

“There,” she coquettishly taunted.  “This is a fitting pose for a slave about to be disciplined by his mistress.”

Breathing in deeply, the Knight pressed out his chest.  “Is it to be torture?”

“Indeed!” She seductively purred.  “Of the very worst kind!”

With that she knelt before him and wrapping him in a fondling embrace kissed him passionately.

Her tongue invaded his mouth, softly caressing its counterpart before it began to explore the surroundings completely.  It glided over his teeth, slid along his inner cheeks, and tickled the ceiling with its tip.  Thoroughly she drank her lover’s lips as he returned her ardor! 

When finally they broke for air, she clamped her mouth about his lower lip and pulling it gently suckled it for a few moments.  Releasing it, the lip elastically snapped back, as its owner stared with wide-eyed longing at his seductive mistress.

Standing slowly, the Lady, let her left hand glide up his abs, across his chest, and onto his shoulder.  Then, sinuously ducking under the branch, she slinked behind him, letting her hand slide along his neck and shoulder.  Straddling his calves as they rested holding him on his knees, she let her hands float along his back.  Her left erotically wrapping around his hips slid down to fondle his waking sword, while her right caressed his bottom cheek—occasionally letting her fingers wrap under to tickle his family jewels.

Her lips, like burning brands, forged a trail of kisses along her lover’s neck and shoulder as she stimulated his mighty member.  He closed his eyes to enjoy the loving, fondling embrace as waves of pleasure washed over and through him.

A resounding smack abruptly threw his eyes open!

His nerve ends tingling as a red handprint stung his right rump cheek, he turned to look at his lover in surprise.

Smack! Slap! Slap! Three more smarting spanks were delivered with eerie accuracy to his red posterior.

“That’s for questioning your mistress!” She mockingly punished her lover.  Reaching in, she nipped his ear.  “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, less I am forced to use…harsher punishment,” she whispered as she began to nibble its ridge.

While she tormented his ear, her hands explored his chest and sides, basking in his fine muscular form.  With each nip, nibble, and lick, endless tingling torrents crested and washed across the Knight’s scalp.

Finally, his ear red and dripping wet, she released the tormented lobe and stood behind him.  Then letting her shapely calf glide along his back, she slipped a comely foot over his shoulder.  As her calf dangled along his chest her toes teasingly tickled his abs, but only for a moment!  Swiftly she raised her foot across his chest, her calf wrapping his neck, to crest his other deltoid.  Swiveling around his head, she sat onto her knightly lover’s shoulders, with her soft, intimate, lady garden right before his face!

“Feast in my garden, but do not let your tongue enter my secret passage,” she commanded as she ran her fingers through her lover’s hair.

Smiling, the Knight nestled in between her velvet folds and began to lap his precious peaches and cream, while teasing her tender blooming bud.

The Elf, reveling in the ecstasy of his feasting mouth, rolled back her head, sighing and whimpering as her hands press his face fervently into her fertile land.  She let the icy pins and hot needles course throughout her loins and navel as she enjoyed the pleasures of his teasing tongue.

As his feasting increased in fervor, the knight entrapped her bloom within his mouth and began to suck heartily as if attempting to draw its mysterious flavorful essence from its depths into his waiting taste buds.

Fingers tenaciously ruffling and clutching his hair, his lady lover moaned louder as her blood began to sear and her welling pressure built within.  She reveled in the warming flow from deep within her loins as it suffused across her supple skin.  Her honey leaking from her garden passage, she felt her lover release his suction on her blooming bud, to greedily lap her clean.

“Stay focused on my blossom!” she whispered fiercely.

His licking tongue obeyed, changing target from his peaches and cream, to flick and lash her engorged floret.

“Yes!” she moaned.  “Keep it up!”

Alternating between several licks and short sessions of intensely sucking her bud, the Knight built her growing tidal wave of pressure ever higher.  Swirling waves of icy pins shooting across her molten skin, the Lady’s fingers fervently tousled his hair as they firmly pressed his face into her velvet garden.  Her moans grew longer and more labored as the pressure against her dam rose ever higher.  Then her dam burst!

Moaning long and loud in erotic rapture, her tidal wave flowed from her loins, as her honey flooded her outer garden.  Her hips and legs trembling in raphsody, clamped about her knightly lover’s head—nearly suffocating him in the process!

Indeed he might have passed out if her quivering hips hadn’t suddenly shifted balance, slipping down onto his chest.  As her spasms ceased the Elf clung to the Knight’s head and arms to keep herself from falling back to the ground.

For what seemed a while to the knight, as she clung about his neck and head, she breathed heavily as she recovered from her ascension.  At last her senses returned and, realizing the burden she was putting on her lover, she reseated herself on his shoulders.  Once balanced atop again, she arched her back until her hands touched the ground and gracefully lifted one leg followed by the other overhead. They came circling back to the ground as she straightened herself back to her full height.  Despite his neck being mildly sore, the Knight was in awe at her graceful, flexible dismount.

“Truly you are a heavenly vision!” he murmured in admiration.

She blushed at his compliment, and gently responded, “It seems I got carried away in punishing my servant.  As your mistress must see to your welfare, I shall have to make amends for my oversight.”

With that, she stepped in close and turning her back to him, let her voluminous backside slide down his torso as she knelt in front of him.  Once kneeling, she leaned back gently against him as she reached up to wrap her arms around his thick neck.  Turning her head, she gave her bound lover a light kiss.

“That’s for staying aloft as I reveled in the pleasure you gave me,” she whispered. “Now please accept my token of gratitude.”

With that, she clamped her thighs tightly about his long sword and held them directly against her velvet garden veil.  Her body began to sinuously sway as her perfect bottom slid sensuously back and forth as it undulated up and down—always keeping his mighty member pressed against her dainty intimacy.

Feeling his sword pulled along with her dancing hips as her round rump cheeks stimulated his loins and navel was a whole new sensation!  Tingles raced throughout his lower extremities as he basked in the silky smooth skin of her soft, silken backside.  His sword grew harder as her succulent folds caressed its shaft, he felt every minute movement of her hips and thighs as they squeezed and strung it along.

Once her dance had greatly aroused her lover’s manhood, the Elf released his captured sword and pirouetted on her knees to face him.

“Today has been a fine feast indeed,” she purred as she slowly, sinuously lowered herself.  “Now I’d like my dessert!”

Her bottom cheeks coming to rest on her heels, she leaned in and took hold of his meaty member. With a seductive smile, she devoured its head whole and sealed her lips about its shaft.

Once again she began to play her wind instrument as her hand twisted and glided along the length of his sword in tempo to each suck of her mouth.  Sometimes pausing her sonata to lick the trapped head within her salivating mouth, she would always resume her playing with increased pitch and speed.

Finally, as she felt his manhood begin to quiver and throb, in its final throes before its sweet release, she firmly grasped her lover’s backside.  Swallowing his entire sword, her lips touched his loins.  She felt his nectar squirt and spray down her throat as his manly pearls drained their coveted content.  Only when she felt his shaft dribbling to its conclusion did she draw back to thoroughly suck the last vestiges of his sweet, sticky nectar out of its worn head.

Popping the tip out of her mouth once she had fully drained it dry, The Sylvan Maiden savored the succulent flavor of her favorite treat.  After fully enjoying its singular sugared taste, she finally swallowed the tendrils still sticking to her tongue.

“Simply sumptuous!” she praised delightedly.  “Clean up time!”

As before, she fastidiously cleaned and polished his sapped sword till it glistened from every pore.  Then standing she headed over to the water’s edge.

The Knight, figuring his act concluded, unwound his wrists to join his lover at the water’s edge.

Seeing her previously bound captive sit down next to her as he placed her belly chain down, the Lady paused sipping her drink to mockingly question, “Did I give you permission to leave?”

The Knight laughed.  “No,” he frankly admitted.  “I assumed you had your fill since you came to get your drink.”

“I suppose that’s a reasonable assumption,” she teased.  “I won’t punish you this time for releasing yourself.”

“I am indebted to your mercy,” her lover retorted with a supplicant bow.  The Elf giggled in response.  He rose and slid in close to her, wrapping his muscular arms around her lithe form.

“Truly, I am deeply grateful for everything you have given me this day!” he said in full sincerity.  “Never would I have imagined owning such a singular sword nor experiencing such sublime pleasures as you have shown me.”

She closed her eyes and rested her head against his mighty chest.  “Indeed I have enjoyed this day as much as you,” she said with a contented smile.

Looking up at the llate-daysun, the Knight’s brow furrowed.  “I should go,” he said dismally.  “My squire will be waiting with dinner.”  His eyes brightened.  “Would you care to join us?  It’s meager fare, but you are welcome to all we can offer.”

Sitting up the Lady shook her head.  “Truly I would like nothing better than to join you in repast,” she returned wistfully, “but I too have obligations I must go fulfill.”

The Knight nodded dejectedly and handed her belly chain back.  “I best gather my things,” he noted.

Once again in full armor, save for his helm which he carried under his arm, he turned to face the Sylvan Maiden.  She stood in all her feminine beauty, her tunic and waist chain draped over her forearm.  The Knight bowed low before her.

“I am indebted to you,” he said with deep appreciation. “For your wondrous sword, it truly is without peer, and most especially, for honoring me by sharing yourself so intimately and freely!  It is unquestionably my most treasured experience.  I shall never forget it!”

“Indeed you shall not,” the Lady said sadly.  “For you have made love to an elf, and are now doubly bound to me.”

Her tone surprised the Knight and he listened keenly as she continued.

“By our union, the sword is bound to your soul, and it will always be at your side,” she explained.  “When the years hang heavy over your gray head and the fire of life grows dim, return the sword to me, by tossing it in the loch.

If you do not, even as age claims your body, your soul will stay within.  You will become a shambling corpse; eventually losing all reason as your brain rots away.  When finally your bones turn to dust, then, at last, the bond will break, but your soul will have lost its way and wander the shadows forevermore.”

“What if I die on some nameless battlefield?” the Knight solemnly whispered.

“You shall not die, as you imagine,” she explained, “for though your heart would beat no longer, still your soul would command your body.  If this occurs, it is imperative you return the blade to me immediately!  Less the previous fate I described comes to pass.”

As the weight of his pact sank heavily upon him, the Knight voiced with trepidation the growing concern welling up in his mind.

“And the other binding?” he asked in dread.

The Sylvan Maiden looked at him with sympathy in her emerald eyes.  “Our love today will forever haunt your life.  Though my elven blood allows me to service you with exquisite intimacy, you will now find all others to be lacking if not revolting.  This is not some mere state of mind, but rather an arcane alchemical bond.”

Perplexed, the Knight replied, “It is true, I could never imagine another could satisfy me so sweetly nor completely, but what is this enchantment you speak of?”

The Elf hesitated for a moment, seemingly conflicted on how to answer.  Then she sighed.  “It is deep ancient Sylvan magic.  An oath flowing through our very blood,” she began.

“When an elven maiden has her first taste of male nectar, an alchemical metamorphosis, occurs.  Her saliva modifies, imperceptibly to all other materials she may taste, but when mixed with that male’s nectar its flavor is as if she ate fruit of the world tree itself.  Nothing she will eat will ever taste superior.”

The Knight’s silent, thunderstruck expression informed the Lady her words had hit home.

“Additionally,” she continued, “the very essence of her body will adjust so that all her tastes and scents will perfectly match his fondest desires.  I am now what your senses will forever crave the most.”

There was a long silence as the Knight fell into a brown study, pouring over the revelations he had just learned.

While he thought, the fey Maiden watched his pensive face, biting the corner of her lower lip in anxiety at what his next words would bring.

Finally, he spoke, “Why would elven blood carry such a powerful curse?”

She gently shook her head.  “It’s not a curse,” she corrected him.  “In the dawn of time, the elves were blessed for their purity of hearts.  As a reward, their maidens were given this power so that they might further cement the bonds of love between husband and wife—thereby making their intimacy sweeter and their union stronger.

It is for this reason, the elves remain monogamous in culture, while practically all other races fornicate profusely.  It is also the reason infidelity is despised by all elves, and they shun those that perform such perfidy.  Little wonder then many will court for centuries.  Less they make the wrong choice and be bound forever in endless torment of a miserable union.

Additionally, an elven maiden will choose death over submitting to forced intimacy.  Less she is compelled to partake of unwanted nectar and be bound in endless sorrow.”

The Knight was visibly stunned.  “I—I—I had no idea!” he stammered.  Again he lapsed into deep thought, while she observed in mute anxiety.

After a time he spoke, and his words surprised her.  “So were all your words of love likewise constrained by this magic?”

The Lady’s eyes lowered a bit as blood rushed to her cheeks, and she smiled softly.

“No,” she answered warmly.  “My mind and actions remain all my own, even if my body now belongs solely to you.”

“In truth,” she continued. “I did not have to sup of your nectar for the sword’s binding ritual to work.  I merely needed join our bodies intimately as one, such as we also did.”

“Then why did you add the second binding?” the Knight asked critically.  “It seems it burdens you as much as it does me.”

Her face beamed with love as tears began to pool in the corner of her eyes.  “Your horse speaks highly of you,” she began, trying to use levity to hold back her emotions.  “While you awaited my arrival at the shore, I spoke to the songbirds and bade them learn as much as they could about you,” she answered in earnest.

“They flew far and wide all morning talking to their various sources,” she expounded.  “The bear cub you guided back to its mother spoke of your kindness.  The bees you protected and warmed when their hive fell in winter spoke of your attentiveness.  The milkmaid’s dog told how you saved her and the farm from marauding goblins.  The Lord’s cat provided the tale of your refusal to lay with his wife for her pleasure, and the besmirched reputation she spitefully created that still follows you to this day.  But among all their informants, your horse, that glorious beast, filled them in on all that he had seen you do since first you got him as a colt.”

Unable to keep her emotions back any longer, tears of happiness began to trickle down her velvet cheeks.

“I took no chances, my love!  For I already knew what kind of man you were, and I knew I loved you.  Thus I willingly gave myself to you that our time together might be blissfully recalled for the rest of our existence!”  Her emotions completely overwhelming her, she sank to the grass sobbing in her hands.

Instantly her Love was by her side, and, embracing her tenderly, lifted her from the verdant floor.

“I loved you at first sight when you arose from the water,” he softly comforted her.  “I will gladly bear these shackles, for the rest of my life!  You are the only maiden I have ever laid with, and it will be so always!”

He gently swayed to and fro as he held the love of his life in his arms, comforting her sobbing frame.  As her tears subsided he whispered softly, “Am I your husband, then?”

“We have yet to exchange vows, so by your laws no,” she replied still resting her head on his chest.

“What about elven law?” he probed.  She nodded her head as a couple of new tears fell from her limpid eyes.

“While we have our formal ceremonies, by elven customs it is only when I willingly taste of your nectar that we are truly wed.”

The Knight drank deeply from the lips of his beautiful bride.  “I shall have to find you a ring and build a house here,” he ruminated.

Again she shook her head.  “No, my love.  You yet carry the heirloom of my family, and you cannot settle down now till you have wielded it to your destiny.

Were you to return it without carrying it forth, it would turn on you and strike you down then and there.”

“I spoke nothing of returning it,” he countered.

“Yet if we were together you surely would,” she smiled up at him.  “For the bond is undone when we are again joined in any form of intimacy after this day, barring that of a simple kiss.  And I know, despite your strong willpower, you could not long resist my presence.  Because of our bond, even my scent would eventually be too much for you.”

He rested his face on the top of her head.  Closing his eyes and letting her fragrances of jasmine and citrus waft about his nostrils.

“It’s true your hair oil and perfume are divine,” he complimented her.  “If the court’s perfumer could learn from your race, he would be the richest man in the castle.”

His new bride giggled sweetly, “But good sir,” she mockingly protested. “I wear no perfume at all!”

Lifting his wide-eyed head, he looked down upon her in amazement.  “Wait, you mean—“ he started as realization dawned.

“Yes,” she nodded.  “Such is the power of the bond.  No matter how soiled and dirty I may be, the scent of my body will always allure your every sense.”

“I wonder what you would have smelled like before—“ he began in curiosity.

“Before I bound us together?” she finished.

“Does it give you access to my thoughts too?” he grumbled.

She laughed, “My love, I’ve no need of such a power to follow that train of thought.  No, I cannot read your mind anymore than another, and it would likely have smelled like simple skin, for that is how it smells to me.”

“Curious,” he replied.  Pausing a moment, he then shrugged his shoulders.  “Whatever the case I cannot deny I want to drift off to sleep with your fragrance around me.”

“And I yours,” she returned.  “It does work in equal measure.  Now you see why it would not work were we to stay together.  Err too long our passions could not be contained and, falling to our natures, we would intimately embrace.”

“Still, it seems a heavy price to pay for one eternally in the spring of life,” the Knight concluded ruefully.  “My time is minuscule compared to yours, and to be bound to such a frail creature as I seems criminal to subject upon one with your grace.”

“I did not make my choice lightly,” she admonished, “and I am fully aware of the difference in our lifetimes.  Even if this was the only time we would be together, I would have made the same choice.  This day has been the best of my long life, and will be till you return.”

“And what then?” the Knight asked sensing a ray of hope in the heavy burden he had shouldered.

The Sylvan Maiden replied, “For starters, another day like this!”

His heart already lightened at the future prospect, he sensed more light on the horizon.  “And after that?” he further queried.

“Avalon!” she whispered.  Looking up with her deep emerald eyes, she pleaded, “Please come back to me alive, once your destiny is fulfilled!  Then can we finally be together beyond the grips of your mortal life!”

Again the Knight drank deeply from his bride’s lips.  “For that price, I would battle Death himself!  I could not want for anything more!”

They kissed fondly, passionately, as they prepared to part for untold many years.  Finally, they broke their embrace, and reluctantly the Knight put down his blushing bride.

Looking over her wondrous curves, all her intimate details prominently displayed before his eyes, he drank them in—committing them to memory against the coming years.

She seemed to know or be of like mind, for she made no effort to turn and leave or cover up.  Instead, standing gloriously before him, she smiled lovingly as her hands rested in his.

At length, the sun hanging low in the sky informed the couple it was time.  Another quick kiss and then they drew back, their hands parting.

“Goodbye, my lord,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“Wait!” he protested grabbing her hand.  “I am Nestor, son of Nath.  May I at least know the name of my new bride?”

Tears ran down her cheeks, and the Lady’s smile beamed.  “I am Ameressa Er Lavidentalia, but my family calls me Ameress.  You, my dear husband, may call me whatever you wish.”

“Ameress,” he repeated softly.  “Does it have any meaning in your elven tongue?”

“Swan of hope” she replied.

“I shall not forget,” he vowed.

Kneeling before her and placing her hand to his lips he spoke.  “Lady Ameressa Er Lavidentalia, upon this sword and the glorious vision of my wife before me, I shall return to you, in life, once my purpose is fulfilled.  Then I shall part from you nevermore!”

Tears streaming freely down her cheeks, she pulled him to his feet.  “Rise Nestor, son of Nath, my dear husband.  I shall hold you to that vow, and wait here till you come again to return my sword.”

“I wish I had a ring for you,” Nestor pined.

“If you find one to your liking, you may pass by and throw it in the loch.  You will find me wearing it when at last you return the sword,” Ameress replied.

A parting kiss and the elven Maiden waded back out into the water, her tunic and waist chain still draped over her arm.

Nestor watched her go, longing to jump in after her, but knowing he could not.

When she reached the spot where she had arisen, she turned to wave.  The evening sun framed her bounteous breasts, as their pink tips seemed almost to glow.

He waved back, trying to swallow the lump in his throat and keep the tears from his eyes.

Then, blowing one last kiss, she quickly turned and dove under the water.  The last thing Nestor saw of his elven wife was her perfect peach bottom, the folds of her lady garden’s entrance nestled in the middle, and the red, round ruby above.

Coda

Riding into the trees surrounding the loch, Nestor reflected on all that had passed since last he visited this hallowed location.  All the misery and triumphs of the past years flooded back as he felt their weight rest on his weary, gray head.  It had been a long time—far, far, far too long.

The morning sun’s rays bouncing and reflecting off the pellucid waters, Nestor dismounted from his horse.  Letting his steed relax and graze by the trees as songbirds cheerily chirped above, he approached the bank and, putting a hand over his eyes to dim the reflected light, scanned the undulating surface of the lake.  His other hand rested on the penultimate elven sword at his side, while anticipation swelled deep in his chest.  He longed to see his most treasured desire!  He did not have long to wait.

Rising from the depths of the limpid waters enveloped in a spray of scintillating droplets, Ameress, clothed only in her fine jewelry, dashed across the tops of the cresting waves.  Ripples from each step of her comely feet fanned out along the surface much the same as a skipping stone!  Her arms outstretched in joyous greeting, her beautiful bounteous breasts bounced and jiggled as they proudly displayed her perky pink tips.  Her smiling face beamed as tears sparkled in the corners of her emerald eyes.  Her rapidly swinging hips and shapely sprinting legs gave mere peeking glances at the soft velvet folds that marked the entrance to her intimate lady garden.  She flew to the bank, long golden hair billowing behind her like a radiant cloak, and leapt from the water’s surface into the waiting arms of her husband!

Their lips locked as they passionately shared a fond embrace.  Again Nestor was enveloped with the soothing, delightful scents of jasmine and citrus potpourri, while golden, shimmering tresses fairly enclosed him all around.  Never in his life had he felt more satisfied and content than at this very moment.  Now, at last in the arms of his wife, his life felt truly complete!

At length they parted, panting for air.  It was then Nestor noticed a new addition to Ameressa’s jewelry set; his ring, sparkling with fire, sat comfortably on the third finger of her left hand.

“Welcome back, my love!” she greeted him rapturously.

“I’m home,” Nestor replied, a tear in his eye.  “I am sorry to have kept you waiting so long.”

“That doesn’t matter,” his wife lovingly replied.  “You’re here, you’re alive, and you’re all mine!”

“I have come to return your sword as promised,” he said with an eager smile, as he gently deposited his ravishing wife on the grassy bank.

Her sultry smile lit her face, and she stepped back to admire her handsome husband.  “Yes, I know,” she replied softly.

Looking his armor over with a critical eye, she commented suggestively, “You seem weary from your travels, darling.  Can I help you remove your armor so that you might be more…comfortable?”

“By all means!” Nestor laughed delightedly.

As the knight worked on his side straps, Ameress deftly removed the plates about his waist and loins, further helping with the hidden back straps beneath her lover’s breastplate.  As the armor quickly clanked to the ground round about Nestor’s feet, his sublime wife pulled down his mail leggings, padded breeches, and linen undergarments.  His long sword and jewel sack gloriously saluted her as they pulled free.

“Hello there,” she purred greeting his illustrious manhood.  “I have missed you very, very much!”  She gave it a long luscious lick, from base to tip, followed by a quick suckling taste of its renowned head, before she finished stripping her husband’s muscled legs.

Now standing as bare as his wife, Nestor’s strapping frame glistened in the morning rays, his mighty chest sporting the infamous, garish scar on his left pectoral.

Ameress stepped in to gently caress the new scar with her fingertips.  “I am so, so, so very proud of you!” she beamed with love in her face as she traced the vicious mark.  “Though I confess, I thought I had lost you then,” a tear trickled down her velvet cheek.

“I vowed to return to you alive, my love,” he softly replied wiping away her tear.  “I couldn’t let a little thing like death, get in my way.”

With that, he crushed his wife to his chest as he drank the wine of her lovely lips.  Their tongues entwined and, reveling in ecstasy at their long-awaited reunion, danced between their wanton mouths.

Finally, they parted and Ameress drew back, lying down upon the luscious green grass as she looked up at her husband through sultry emerald eyes.  The morning sun danced and sparkled off her jewelry as she rested on her elbows. Raising her sensuous shapely legs together, she showed off her voluminous peach bottom as the silver-trimmed red ruby sparkled under her garden lips.  Then spreading wide, toes pointed like the wings of an eagle, she revealed her full alluring beauty!

Her bounteous buxom bosom, pert nipples fully aroused, rose and fell seductively, while the fine, delicate folds of her lady garden’s velvet veil shone totally visible in the golden morning sun.  They sat slightly parted to teasingly display her wet garden floor as a small bead of her honey, glistening, peeked through. 

“Come, my love!” she whispered lustfully.  “Pierce me again with your mighty sword, and let us join in blissful reunion!”

Fin