Wife of the Elven King

Chapter 1

My eyes snapped open at the strange sound, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I stared into the darkness of my bedroom.

What had woken me up? I thought as I propped up on my elbows and surveyed the room. Everything looked just as it always did—dresser in the corner with all my university books piled on top, my favorite comfy couch where I would sit and read for hours, my open closet with clothes hanging all over the place. Everything was right where I'd left it.

Perhaps it was just the squeaky pipes I'd been hounding the super to fix. Or my upstairs neighbor who loved to bounce a basketball against the ground, making it sound like gunshots in my apartment. The sound really could've been anything. It was New York City, after all.

I relaxed and fell back into my soft cozy blankets. I need sleep; tomorrow was going to be another long day at the university, and I needed rest. I bundled all my blankets around me and drifted back to sleep.

But it only felt like I'd been asleep for mere minutes before I was jerked awake again. And before I even had time to process what was happening, dark shadows seemed to appear out of nowhere, forming into human silhouettes and surrounding me as silently as fog approaching a coastline.

I felt the shock of several cold hands grabbing me and yanking me out of bed. The cold was so jolting on my warm skin, it felt like the chill of their touch was piercing through my body, making my lungs seize painfully and leaving me unable to breathe.

I frantically gasped for air, trying to wrench my arms loose from their grasps so I could hit my attackers, hoping to somehow knock them away. But I soon learned it was pointless, they were too strong. And there were too many.

Suddenly the little sight I'd had in the darkened bedroom was suddenly gone, like a candle being blown out. The blackness so absolute it was as if I'd gone blind. My heart continued to pound like a stampede of elephants.

What's happening to me?

I opened my mouth to scream, but found nothing would come out as I choked on the words.

All at once everything began to move quickly.

I felt the cold hands clutching my arms like manacles and some of my attackers were holding onto my flailing legs, trying to keep me from moving. Then there was a sensation of moving very quickly, of wind blowing in my face like I'd just stuck my head out the window of a car going 70 mph down the interstate… though I could almost swear none of them had actually moved a muscle.

I still couldn't see, and at that moment, that was more terrifying than the realization that I'd just been abducted.

Abruptly the wind ceased. And it was over. Just like that, between one breath and another.

This is all a dream. This is only a dream, I kept repeating over and over in my mind. But when I was set down and my bare feet touched the cold hard surface of the floor, the shock was akin to being doused with ice water. And I knew I would have collapsed if my abductors' hands hadn't still had a firm grip on my arms.

I found my voice was able to work again, but all I could manage was a feeble, "W-What's happen…?"

I was still totally blind and my mind felt like it was full of fog making me unable to form any coherent thoughts. I'd always thought of myself as the type of girl to be able to think quickly on my feet, always ready to react to whatever crisis life would throw at me… but in this situation, it turned out I was just as prone to freeze up in the face of danger as the majority of people would. It was a major blow to my ego, for sure… but in my defense, the possibility of waking up from this nightmare was still a very good possibility, because what was happening to me was just too crazy to actually be real.

And adding insult to injury, my kidnappers didn't even bother to answer my confused mumbles.

I was forced to walk. The strong hands still bidding my arms were now surprisingly more gentle than they'd been before, but were still firm and unwavering as I was pushed onward. And since I was still blind, and had no idea where I was or what was happening around me, I saw no reason to resist them since I knew it wouldn't make a difference. After a few minutes, the cold hands pulled me to an abrupt halt, nearly sending me to my knees.

My captors still hadn't spoken a word or made any kind of sound. I couldn't even hear any audible breathing, which only added to my fear and made me begin to wonder whether I was even still alive, or wandering some mystical plane in the afterlife.

Then I heard the low creak of a door swinging open, and was once again urged to move forward. I heard the sound of running water nearby, but hadn't had time to contemplate what it meant before I was thrust into the hands of another person, their hands smaller and much warmer on my body.

When I felt the satin material of my nightgown being swiftly lifted up and off my body, I cried out, "What are you doing?!" I struggled uselessly against the surrounding bodies imprisoning me like iron bars. "Why are you… where am I? Why can't I see?!"

But I was still ignored. This was humiliating! The room could be full of hundreds of people for all I knew.

Next to my ear, I heard a soft, melodic voice. "You will not be harmed, my dear," the woman whispered.

The shock of actually hearing someone else's voice silenced me for a moment. But then my breath became more ragged. "Why?" I pleaded helplessly, "Why is this happening to me? Please… please tell me what's going on."

But my new captors refused to say anything more as they quickly removed the rest of my clothing.

Feeling utterly defeated, I knew it was pointless to fight them. Even if I could get away, where would I even run to? I had no idea where I was… besides, I wouldn't get very far since I was still blind!

I gasped when they lifted me up and placed me into something warm. It took a moment to realize that I was now in a pool of water. My confusion increased even more when I felt them begin to wash my body with something coarse and soft, like a sponge. No inch of my body escaped them—my ears, my breasts, my groin. I knew I should have felt violated by what they were doing to me, but at the moment I really couldn't think straight… everything happening was as surreal as a dream.

The hands that washed me felt soft and gentle—they were obviously women. And I had to admit I felt relieved that at least it wasn't the men touching my bare skin.

After what seemed like hours, I was removed from the water, dried off with soft towels, and then clothed in what I could only guess was some sort of lightweight robe that glided over my skin as cool and smooth as silk. However, the women didn't bother with giving me any type of underwear.

Strong arms lifted me up, then moments later I found myself laying on a soft flat surface. Maybe some sort of bed?

But I didn't have time to feel relieved that I was no longer being manhandled, before the most excruciating pain I'd ever felt began to rip through my body.

From one moment to the next, my whole body was saturated with agonizing pain. It was like a million tiny needles stabbing into my body simultaneously and trying to tear me apart. It hurt so badly, but I didn't want my captors to see me weak, so I gritted my teeth and suffered my agony in silence. "You will not be harmed" my ass! My body felt as if it was being torn apart atom by atom.

Only when the excruciating pain ceased—what felt like two eternities later—did I realize that I'd been gripping tightly to someone's hand the entire time; their skin was so soft, feeling as silky and pliable as the garment I now wore. Another soft hand came to rest on my forehead, as if checking for a fever. The natural reaction should have been to flinch away, but instead, I felt a curious peace flood my body, spreading a pleasant warmth throughout me and washing away the lingering spasms of pain.

I finally let out a long breath of relief that the pain was gone, feeling the air rush out of my lungs.

"You are strong. That is good," said the same woman who had spoken to me earlier.

"For what?" I whispered, feeling dazed.

"Soon," was all the woman replied and patted my shoulder.

Someone lifted me up again and carefully placed me back onto my now extremely unsteady feet.

"Why can't I see?" I asked anxiously, frantically grabbing onto the arms of the person still holding me so my wobbly legs wouldn't send me to the floor. I felt like a newborn foal taking its first steps.

"Soon," the woman repeated in that same gentle tone.

They once again forced me to walk down what felt like an endless maze of corridors, my legs still weak and unsure. What was going to happen now? What had they done to me to cause me so much pain?

By the time they brought me to a halt, I was damn near tears. But I refused to give in, nearly giving myself a headache holding the pressure inside. I was determined to stay in control of my emotions, if nothing else. At this point, it was either that or go crazy with fear.

Distracted by my internal battle to keep my emotions in check, it took me a few moments to realize that I was suddenly looking at a large door in front of me, ornately carved and made of dark wood.

I could see again!

Immediately I turned to catch a glimpse of my captors, but was promptly turned back to face forward before I caught a glimpse of any of them.

A hand came from behind me and knocked on the large door.

"Enter," a muffled voice called from inside.

The door swung open as if on its own accord, and I was ushered into the room so abruptly I stumbled a bit on my weak legs.

When I looked up, I saw a figure across the room standing in front of a blazing fire, hidden in the shadows. The light from the fire was the only source of light illuminating the huge room.

"Leave us," the person commanded.

I still couldn't make out any particular features, only that she was a woman from the feminine voice. Rooted in place, I was watching her so intently that I didn't notice my captors had released me from their grips and had left the room. I still couldn't take my eyes off the mysterious woman as she stepped out of the shadows and walked toward me.

I felt the air rush out of my lungs as I stared at her when she stopped just in front of me, my feelings a mixture of awe and alarm. And in that moment, I couldn't have spoken to save my life. She was the most beautiful being I'd ever laid eyes on.

Her hair was a light golden blonde, spilling loosely over her shoulders and down to her mid-back. The dancing flames from the fireplace cast a contrast of orange hues and shadows through her long locks, making it hypnotic in its beauty. Her eyes seemed to glow an unearthly shade of green, specks of gold shining brightly. But what really captured my attention were the two pointed ears peeking through the blonde hair.

My breath caught in my throat. This had to be someone's idea of a joke. I could not possibly be standing in front of an actual elf. The ears had to be prosthetics because there was no way this divinely beautiful creature staring at me could actually be real in anything other than my dreams…

But my eyes remained locked on her beautiful angelic face, and it was like all my previous thoughts and memories were seared away by the sheer realization that I was in fact looking at an actual being straight out of a fantasy novel.

"Do you know why you have been brought here, Rachel?" the woman asked kindly.

My heart seized in my chest at hearing my name coming from that perfect mouth. I swallowed thickly, shaking my head. I was finally able to pull my eyes away from her and quickly glance around at my surroundings.

We were in what looked to be a… bedroom.

My heart began to hammer even faster as I stared at the large bed on the other side of the room. Why did my captors bring me to a bedroom?

But my thoughts were interrupted.

"Come to me, Rachel." She held her hand out, beckoning me to her.

I shook my head, fear beginning rise up my spine. I began to steadily back up until I felt the door handle press sharply into the middle of my back. "I-I'd rather not," I stuttered tensely.

But she didn't seem offended by my refusal. She just watched me, a comforting power radiating from her.

After several silent minutes, I realized I was stuck in this room. There was no place for me to run to. So I took a deep breath to steel my heart. Looking into those deep green eyes, I stepped forward, obeying her earlier command, but refusing to show the elf any fear.

When I stopped in front of her, her lips curled up into the most breathtaking smile I'd ever seen in my life. It was glorious and beyond stunning.

"You are a rare one, indeed," she said softly, raising her hands to gently cup my face. "Do not fear, my dear Rachel. I won't hurt you."

Her hands felt like silk as she caressed my cheeks. I closed my eyes and found myself leaning into her touch, suddenly feeling some sort of lethargy creep into my body.

She stepped closer until our bodies were pressed flush together, then leaned forward and pressed her lips firmly against mine.

The kiss felt like a sledgehammer hitting me in the face. My breath hitched and my knees gave out. And I knew I would have fallen on my ass had she not been holding me.

I felt my mind slip away further into the oncoming fog, like I had taken a Valium. My eyes closed and I felt myself instinctively open my mouth to accept her wonderful kiss, like it was the most natural thing to please this stranger.

What was happening to me? I knew this was all wrong… but then why did it feel so right?

The blonde's touch, her very presence was so overwhelming; it was like standing on the surface of the sun—feeling pure energy pump into my veins.

I felt her lift me up and cradle me in her arms, my body seemingly as weightless as a feather. Her soft plump lips never once disconnecting from mine. Her tongue was aggressive as it entwined with mine, coaxing me to join its sensual dance.

The next thing I felt was the incredible softness against my back as I was laid down on the large bed.

She pulled back, but only meer inches. "Rachel, you must now make a choice," she whispered in my ear, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. "I will bed you—you have no choice in that. But the choice you must make is whether you wish to experience my touch fully and clearly… or would you rather be oblivious to the entire situation. It is in my power to grant you either."

I couldn't think; my mind was so hazy that the woman's words flowed through my senses like a whisper in the distance. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew she had done something to me… to my mind. I wasn't sure if it was intentional, or something that was just a part of her elven nature.

Did I want to be mentally and emotionally present for what I knew to be coming, or did I want to be incognizant?

Deep down I knew that even if the elf fuzzed out my mind to make things easier for me, not knowing what was going on at all wasn't something I would ever want.

I looked into those intense green eyes that had captured me from the moment our gazes had met. And to my surprise, I only found sincerity staring back at me. She actually cared. "I don't want to forget anything," I murmured sincerely. And just like that, my mind cleared so completely that I was now able to fully appreciate the beautiful goddess looming over me, her long golden hair spilling down to tickle my face and neck.

A relieved smile spread across her face. "Neither do I," she said, sounding delighted. She reached down and slowly opened my robe, revealing my breasts to her. A low moan escaped from her mouth as she gazed down at my nakedness.

It took every ounce of self-control I had within me to not cover myself out of shyness. But the look of absolute adoration this woman was giving me was unbelievable. I felt her soft fingertips slowly, teasingly glide up my stomach until her fingers curved around my right breast, squeezing it gently.

I felt a rush of arousal… but simultaneously an almost overwhelming sense of terror course through me. Although I'd had a handful of boyfriends over the years, I had never felt comfortable enough with any of them to even consider having sex.

I knew that all I had to do was ask for oblivion and the elf would grant my request, but for some inexplicable reason, despite my fear, I also felt that I would literally die if she stopped her ministrations.

I closed my eyes tightly, willing away my conflicting emotions. Something definitely had come loose in my brain during the last few minutes…

Then I felt the soft petal-like skin of her full lips firmly cover mine again, and the terror simply ceased. It was gone from my mind. How had that happened?

I hesitantly raised my hands and tangled my fingers in her hair, the delicate strands softer than even silk, feeling almost like water flowing through my fingers. I felt her smile against my lips, and that simple gesture made me shudder with pleasure.

I was careful not to touch her ears. I didn't know why, but something about them made me feel that touching them without her permission was not a good idea, like it would be the equivalent of grabbing a random woman's boobs or a man's crotch. Considering what we were doing right now and the inevitable sex that would follow, it was a stupid thing for me to worry about, but I felt I shouldn't do it all the same.

I could feel her thumb brushing lightly on my nipple over and over until it hardened. I moaned involuntarily and squirmed as she teased the sensitive nub while devouring my lips as if they were a delectable meal and she hadn't eaten in months.

It was then that I became keenly aware of the weight of her body over me—and that she was suddenly completely nude. Where one of my hands had been tightly gripping a handful of cloth at her shoulder, my fingers were now digging into soft, bare flesh.

When had she taken off her clothes? She hadn't paused long enough during our kissing to remove anything. That's when I realized that I, too, was completely missing my robe. Where had it gone? I knew I was wearing it moments ago.

She shifted slightly, and my thoughts were derailed by the unmistakable feel of something hard and long pressing against my inner thigh.

My eyes widened in shock. Could that really be a—? There was no way… however, I was making out on a bed with an actual, real-life elf! In my mind, anything was possible now.

I pulled my mouth away with some difficulty and gasped out, "Wait! Wait—what is—mmph!"

Apparently my soon-to-be elven lover was in no mood for talking as her tongue effectively cut off my words. A rough thrust of her hips managed to rub perfectly against my clit, shooting a shocking burst of pleasure through my body, effectively short-circuiting my brain. My thighs instinctively tightened around her hips as she continued to move between my legs in a series of slow, drawn out slides against my now thoroughly wet sex, the delicious friction making me throb and shiver like never before as I writhed and moaned beneath her with abandon.

She drew her mouth away with a final brush against my swollen lips and a teasing nip on my bottom lip that probably should have stung but only left a pleasurable throb in its wake. She then proceeded to suck and lick her way down my jaw. Propped up on one forearm, she stopped to pay special attention to several newly discovered sensitive points on my neck with teeth and tongue that had me throwing my head back and offering my throat to her as if in submission to a beast.

The elf's free hand reached down and began to fondle my breast. Both nipples were hardened pebbles that were so sensitive now that they were beginning to ache. I sucked in a sharp breath as she pinched my nipple a little more firmly than I had expected, the sensation somewhere between pleasure and pain. Licking a path down my breastbone to the top swell of my other breast, I suddenly felt her mouth latch onto it; a hot, slippery tongue laving and rolling over the nipple while her mouth began to roughly suckle. I couldn't have formed a coherent thought to save my life.

I moaned and arched my body closer to her mouth, pulling her head down with both my hands in the same instant.

My hand accidentally brushed against the point of one of her ears, and suddenly I just had to touch them, my earlier apprehension about needing her permission nowhere to be found. I delicately ran a fingertip slowly from the tip of one pointed ear down along its outer edge. It was as silky as the rest of her skin and as firm as a human ear.

I suddenly squeaked—yes squeaked—when her teeth bit down hard along the edge of my nipple as she very nearly jumped out of her skin from my caress. It was followed by a sharp pain erupted from my chest.

She immediately jerked her head up with a wild expression, a shocking smear of bright red staining her lips from the obviously unintentional bite. Who would've guessed that elves had such razor-sharp teeth! The tips of both of her ears twitched as if in agitation.

"Sorry!" I apologized quickly before she could open her mouth, afraid that I'd just made her angry.

She shook her head. My eyes widened when she very deliberately licked my blood clean from her lips instead of just wiping it off with her hand or the blankets or something. My pulse sped up as I watched that pink tongue lick the last remnants of blood along her lower lip in a slow glide. That had to be one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen, and I couldn't for the life of me understand why. What was wrong with me? Shouldn't that have disgusted me? I mean, what if she—

I let out a muffled exclamation of shock as her lips crashed against mine in the sloppiest, wettest, hottest kiss I had ever shared with anyone, and the full weight of her body pressed me down deeper within the softness of the mattress. It should have been uncomfortable, but the added weight as well as the mild throb along my breast where she had bitten me only seemed to make my pulse quicken even more.

Who knew biting could be so stimulating?

Then she did something amazing with her tongue and any thoughts in my mind were instantly thrown to the wayside. For what felt like hours, she seemed determined to search out and skillfully caress every spot on my body, making me shudder and moan at the blissful sensations that flooded through my body. I had never felt this alive. It was like my body was singing high praises. And I wanted more.

I felt her—what I now knew was most definitely her penis—rub teasingly against my wet sex. Then before I knew it, her considerable girth was pushed inside me, stretching my virgin passage almost to the point of tearing. My mouth opened in a silent scream as pain ripped through my groin.

My stiffened body caused her to pause and look down at me. Realization flooded her features and she frowned.

"I am sorry, Rachel. Forgive me. I had forgotten the vagina of a human woman is narrower than that of an elven woman. But do not fret, you will feel pleasure soon."

I gave her a small nod and she grinned, burying her face into my neck. She began to thrust. It was slow at first, her probably giving my body a few moments to adjust to her size. Then she sped up, thrusting into me as if she were trying to drive me completely through the mattress to the floor beneath.

As she had promised, it wasn't long before the pain turned into pleasure and I was able to breath and focus on what was happening. The sensations I was experiencing were phenomenal. Shockwave after shockwave of pleasure shot up my spine with every heavy, deep thrust until my toes curled. Nothing I'd ever experienced in my twenty years of life could even come close to the pleasure the elf was giving me.

I wrapped my legs tightly around her waist and wantonly thrust my own hips up to meet each of her thrusts almost as if compelled, clinging to her firm, muscled back as if it were a lifeline.

Her body was so perfectly made that it was unreal.

I climaxed after only a couple of minutes at most, so startled by that sudden, unimaginable explosion of ultimate pleasure that all the conflicting emotions I'd been futilely trying to keep in check abruptly shattered, and I began to sob in earnest even as my body shuddered in ecstasy.

"It's all right," the elf whispered against my ear, bending down to gently lick one of the tears trailing down my cheek. "The pleasure will only overwhelm in the beginning. Let yourself go—set your spirit free, and everything will balance itself out as it should."

I didn't understand how she could have spoken so calmly while never once losing her rhythm. She moved over and within me with all the grace and power of a blonde panther, her hips driving her cock so deep into my channel that the force of it was almost bending me in half.

That fantastic tension began building in my sex again, even as it was still tingling pleasurably from the first explosion. I tightened my legs around her in an attempt to increase the friction between us as I desperately ground my hips upwards against hers, feeling as if my brain would melt if I didn't come again soon.

When I finally crashed over the edge again, I came twice within seconds of each other, the last orgasm so powerful that it bordered on painful. It was like every nerve-ending in my body began singing. I very nearly blacked out as the stimulation really was more than my body and mind could handle, especially when my elven lover was still thrusting powerfully within me while relentlessly attacking my nipples with both tongue and those sharp teeth.

As my body shuddered and writhed with spasm after spasm of pleasure, she gave one last, heavy thrust that seemed to reach to the center of my body. The warmth of her climax and the rush of her seed filling me, nearly sent me over the edge yet again.

She lay on top of me for a few moments, kissing my neck with more energy and fervor than I felt should have been possible after the wild ride she'd just taken me on, then lingering on my lips with a little less aggression and more tenderness. She then carefully withdrew her cock from within me, making me gasp as I felt one last throb of arousal from my over-sensitized tissues. She rolled onto her side, pulling me with her into a tight embrace of incredibly soft skin and tangled limbs.

With my body tingling like crazy and still overwhelmed with emotions, I began to sob again, burrowing my face into the damp glisten of her chest. I felt my elven lover kiss the top of my head, and then she slowly began to run her fingers caressingly along my scalp and through my hair in an unmistakable gesture of comfort.

"Sleep now," she told me. "Leave all your fears and questions for another time; and tomorrow, I promise the answers will come."

"What's your name?" I murmured as my mind began to fog.

But before I lost consciousness, I heard her whisper into my ear, "Quinn."

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A/N - Hello Everyone! So first, I have to apologize for not updating Listen To Your Heart. I'm still going to finish it, I promise! But I've had a slight case of writer's block with it. But no worries. I have faith I'll get it back soon. In any case, I have a few new stories for you guys! That was another reason you haven't seen anything from me for the last several months—I have begun 8 new stories! I know, I know. I'm crazy. But the thing is, my ADHD is getting the better part of me, and I'll outline a story and write a few chapters… then another idea for a story hits me and I outline that one and write a few chapters, putting a hold on the 1st new story. Then… I'll think of a NEW idea and put the first two on the side. Rinse and repeat 8 times over. So I apologize. I'll work hard to complete them all.

Anyway… Enjoy!