Fool's Errand: The Assassin and the Princess

As she turned over their hands parted, and he let his arm rub her back gently. She seemed oblivious to his nakedness; however, this became the moment when he became aware of it. Her wriggling around had caused the tunic to ride up, and his hand was inadvertently rubbing bare skin on her back.

“I could not let you die,” he said softly. It was true, yes, he hoped to be paid for protecting her, but his honor would not allow her to be sold into slavery. He had lived that road, and she should not have to go through the same trials.

When she had rolled over, now her head rested on his arm, and when he bent his hand, he could stroke her hair. He wondered as he idly touched her, how long it might be were it down. He knew he should not touch her so, but felt unable to stop now.
 
Rhavana traced one of Tarean's scars with her finger. He was taller, broader, and stronger than any elven lover she had. Not that she had had that many. As princess, she had to be discreet with her lovers. One day, she would have to choose someone appropriate to rule beside her. Until then, she would do as she pleased.

She slipped her hand around his waist to rest at the small of his back. She tipped her chin up keeping her eyes on his before leaning in to gently kiss his lips.
 
Taurean felt her fingertips trace the scar at the center of his chest, the one that clearly went all the way through him, the back of which was part of the tattoo there. Her hand then slid around his waist. Her hand on his back almost just as his was on her lower back. His skin prickled under her warm touch.

He let his eyes meet hers, the amber of her race. His gray, not the green of the high elves, though that color was there in the gray at times. So was the blue. He watched as she tilted her chin up towards him. To say he was surprised by her kiss would be an understatement. She was not timid about it, nor was it passionate, it was somewhere between sweet and seductive. He actually let his eyes flutter closed as he returned the kiss, a tad ashamed of how much he wanted her, someone he knew he should never want. Was it just the situation? The shock of their trials together. He was unsure, but he did know that yes, she was an elf, but she was not one of the high elves. Though he had heard the gray elves were haughty, elitist, why would she consort with someone like him. He took a breath and stilled these thoughts to simply enjoy the gift of the kiss.

It did not last overly long, but he hadn’t wanted it to end. He let his hand slide up her spine, tilting her tighter against him. He opened his mouth as if to speak and closed it again. Words could only ruin this moment.
 
Rhavana wasn't sure what she wanted from the kiss. Intimate contact to wipe away the taint she felt from her time with Chron, perhaps. Tarean wasn't reticent, but he hadn't taken it further. It confirmed to her that Tarean was an honorable man despite his posturing as a mercenary.

She thought he was going to say something, but he didn't. She leaned in and kissed him again. This time she parted her lips and pressed herself to him.
 
He had welcomed the first kiss as an undeserved gift. However, the second kiss he took like an invitation. Based on how she pressed closer, so her pert breasts pressed to his chest, and her lips parted for him, it seemed to be just that, an invitation.

His fingers twined in her hair and he made a low male growl of need as his arm tightened around her. It did not take him long to let his tongue sweep into her mouth, to dance with hers, to taste her mouth. She tasted of the salt of the jerky they’d eaten, but it felt nice. It had been so long. He had been so tempted by that priestess, but had never touched her, apparently this elven lass had other ideas.
 
Rhavana moaned and pressed tighter to Tarean. She melted into him while their tongues danced. He was confident, but not forceful. She acquiesced and let him take the lead. He was tender and she trusted him. He was honorable as much as he tried to hide it. She wanted to be lost in the feeling of being with Tarean. She wanted to forget all the emotional and physical pain of the day. Perhaps it was wrong of her to use Tarean this way. But he seemed to want this as much as she did. Or maybe he had just been without a woman in awhile. It didn't matter. They could use each other for what they needed.
 
At the end of the day it did not matter overly much why each of them chose to engage in the kissing and what was likely to follow. Rather, it only mattered that they had both made that decision to join together. Taurean’s hand slid up her spine, holding her even tighter to him as he let his fingertips explore her soft skin.

She was already proving to be a sweeter lover than he was typically used to. Finally breaking the kiss Taurean let his lips skim along her jaw, until they found the hollow just beneath her jaw, against her neck. Despite everything, she smelled nice. For so many years he had had only human lovers, and he could be honest with himself that he wanted this, he wanted to experience being with an elven woman again. And perhaps not as a slave, or a fumbling youth. He took the lead but that was typically acceptable to a surface elf, where it would not be to one of the drow. He feathered kisses along her throat and then up towards her sensative elven ear. His breath tickled against it, a clear invitation for even more to happen between them as he was clearly seeking to arouse her with that breath.
 
Rhavan'a breath hitched. She let it out in a series of quiet sighs while arching against him. She lost herself in his kisses. He was so gentle with her. She smoothed his hair then traced his ear. His ear points were not as pronounced as full elves. She wondered if they were as sensitive.

She hooked her leg over his hip so she could press even closer to him.
 
Her fingertip slid over the tip of his ear, a clear invitation even as it was exploratory. His ears would not offer as much sensation as hers, but he still felt a jolt travel through his body at the test. “Gods,” he whispered against her skin.

As she slid her leg over his hip it invited his hand to slide lower over her bottom. He wished in that moment that she was as naked as he, so his hand could have dipped into her treasures from behind. However, the movement did press his arousal against her body, separated only by the breaches she wore. He slid his hand up from her bottom over the curve of her hip and higher to the hollow of her tucked in waist and then up her side. He was rapidly finding himself wanting her, even more than before.
 
Rhavana huffed in mild frustration. She sat up and pulled off her shirt and then shimmied out of her breeks. She smiled as he watched her. She was not vain, but she knew she was pleasing to look at. She leaned down to kiss him again biting his lower lip lightly. Her hard nipples brushed his chest. She traced his ears and kissed him again.
 
Her mild display of irritation caught him off guard for just a moment, thinking he had wronged her. However, he soon realized it was her clothes bothering her. He smiled as she undressed. His eyes on her the entire time.

The firelight highlighted her curves and the look of her. He pulled her in close as she returned to him, her soft skin brushing along his. He returned her kisses and his hand slid up to caress the outer swell of her breast, before his thumb circled over the tight peak of her nipple.

He deepened the kiss as he let his fingers move to roll her nipple in his touch, observing her reactions, would she like this. He knew he enjoyed her touch to his ears and face, quite a bit.
 
Rhavana made soft moans as Tarean explored her body and breasts. She in turn explored Tarean's body; what sort of touch on his ears made him sigh. She learned the contours of his body, mindful of the wounds from the trolls. She especially liked the muscle of his hip, the way it led to his nethers. She traced a finger down to his cock and stroked it lightly feeling it harden in her grip.
 
Taurean responded best when she lightly ran the tips of her delicate fingers over the points of his ears. Such actions drew gasps from his lips as he moved his kisses to her neck again. However, the gasp turned to a hiss of pleasure as she trailed her hand down his hip, closing around his hardening cock.

Like most of his body, he was thicker than the average elf, and though small, her hand felt wonderful on him. Others had jerked, angrily stroked him. Rhavana made it an art form, gentle yet skilled.

His lips closed over her breast, moaning low with need as she stroked him.
 
Rhavana sighed and moaned but she never got so lost in her own pleasure that she forgot Tarean. She had always beena generous lover. She continued to stroke his cock even as she tooke his hand and invited it lower on her body.

"Tarean," she cooed as her own need rose higher.
 
Her name on his lips was pleasing to the half elf. He let his fingers Dance down her body. He stroked her slowly between the legs, finding her wet and willing.

His tongue swirled over her nipple, teeth unconsciously nipping a bit harder when she hit an especially sensitive place on his cock.

His fingertips parted her lower lips, circling and then stroking over her sensitive clit.
 
Rhavan moaned again. "Tarean, yes." She hissed. She rocked her hips against his hand. She quickened her pace stroking his cock. She captured his lips and kissed him long and passionately showing him her need was as great as his.
 
He returned her fervent kisses. He matched her rhythm teasing her clit as she stroked his shaft.

He wanted to be inside her, but was having difficulty thinking of what position would be remotely pleasant on the Stoney ground. However, if she kept her actions up, he would release without having to worry about it. “You are so skilled,” he whispered against her lips. He let his fingers dip lower slowly entering her pussy, pressing deeper inside her.
 
Rhavana moaned over and over having more difficultly remembering to give Taurean pleasure as well. But again she was frustrated. She, too, thought of how uncomfortable the ground was. "We could try this sitting," She suggested. "Or on our sides. Then we are both equally uncomfortable." She moaned and squeezed his cock when he moved his fingers inside her.
 
“We may have to get creative my lady,” he said with a laugh. He stood and helped her up. He gently urged her to bend over, to place her hands on a small rock ledge. It was clear they had both had the same thoughts. “Keep in mind, I am taking you this way because of the circumstances, I have no desire to come across as disrespectful,” he said softly as he slid his hands over her backside. He was acutely aware that he was about to fuck a princess from behind, and was trying to make it special, and not like he were some sort of animal. He worried she would get the wrong impression of him.

He took one hand and steadied his shaft as he began to rub it over the outside of her mound. He wet the tip in her Juices. He then poised himself at her entrance and paused there, perhaps he was teasing her, perhaps he was waiting for her permission. His free hand slid around her to gently rub her lit as he poised there, a hairs breath from claiming her, from sliding himself deep into her warmth.
 
Regarding sex, elves had a millenia to make it an artform, a blending of body and soul. Looking into a lover's face, their eyes as both reached bliss was an important component to the act. What Tarean was suggesting ... It made Rhavana shiver. It was not truly perverse, but it was audacious, shameless. Lewd.

Tarean clearly understood that or he would not have apologized. She had to admit to herself that it aroused her. She wondered if Tarean had taken other women this way--foolish girl, he must have to suggest it to her.

She pushed back against him so his cock entered her. She felt opened, stretched. "Tarean," She breathed. "I know you won't hurt me." She pushed back again.
 
This was a position he had experienced often with humans, at least the more common version kneeling on a bed, but he needed to improvise. He had never done such a thing with an elf, and would almost never have suggested it under regular circumstances. However, she did not object, and for that he was grateful.

Rather, she pressed back against him so that he slid deep into her pussy. Taurean could not help the low groan of need, of pleasure. He danced his fingers over her clit as he rocked his hips, beginning to slide himself in and out of her. She felt so good, and he fought to control himself, to go slowly to make love to her, not to give in and fuck her like his body demanded he do.
 
Rhavana moaned with every thrust Tarean made. Not seeing his face made her feel a bit disconnected to him, but this position was pleasurable. While his cock was large, she could accommodate it without pain. His groans let her know that it was pleasurable for him as well.

When she pushed back to meet his thrust, it was even more pleasurable. She let out a long moan. "You may go faster, Tarean. I will not break." She breathed. She pushed back again tightening her fingers on the ledge.
 
He smiled at her words. He obliged and started to move faster, beginning to build up to a steady rhythm.

“You are so tight,” he murmured. Unable to keep his mouth shut about that. He curved his body over hers and let his hands slide up to cup her breasts, wanting to add to her pleasure.
 
"And you are so big." She responded.

The danger she was in, the cave, the half-elf, the lewd position she found herself in, it all should have repulsed her. Instead, it heightened her arousal. She wantonly pushed back against his thrusts. Her moans were louder intermingled with her cries of his name.
 
Taurean moved in and out of her steadily, working up to his release. He wondered for a moment where he should cum, but then figured as a princess she was fully capable of making that decision, he’d rather just keep enjoying the moment, wanting to experience it to the fullest.

Her comment about his size made him smile. People looked down on half elves, there were some advantages. He let his fingertips roll her sensitive nipples as he moved inside her. “Cum for me Rhavana,” he urged, probably the first time he’d used her name. He wanted to feel her cum apart around his cock.
 
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