…or, Taken Down A Peg

It was a testament to the power of fucking dragons as a spectacle that more people didn’t notice when the elven women showed up, in their gauzy dresses and veils.

The curtained floating litter that had to be carrying the belamed queen bee Ursula managed to draw its own crowd of curious onlookers, though. The spear maidens surrounding it kept everyone a respectful distance away.

The litter levitated, but I doubted it was coincidence that Ursula had her bodyguards stationed at the corners and moving with it. She didn’t need anyone to bear her weight, but the image had to be appealing. The litter likely could propel itself, but it was being pulled forward by a pair of human girls yoked to it, with blinders on the sides of their heads and bits in their mouths. They were topless except for the corset-like binders across their chests.

Playmates or slaves? I didn’t know, but Ursula’s family was rich enough that they could have been either.

I decided to go spend some more time with Marlot indoors. Ursula would have to be very crazy and very stupid to pursue her vendetta against Iason through me in the middle of a human celebration.

In other words, I thought the odds were pretty good that she would.

“Ho, Bow-Man!”

The cheery cry stopped me halfway up the path to the visitor building. I stopped and looked around but couldn’t see the speaker.

“Edge of the trees,” the unseen elf woman said. “Follow my voice to me.”

If it was a trap, it wasn’t a very subtle one. I glanced at the draft girls pulling the floating harem bed. On second thought, maybe it was too subtle. I didn’t like it either way.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” I said under my breath.

“It’s Alli,” she said. “Alli Buckskin. Alli Glittereyes. Do you remember me?”

The epithets were new to me, but I hadn’t forgotten Alli in her male drag, and the way her golden eyes had glittered in the light.

“I remember,” I whispered.

“Follow,” she said, and the wind carried a whistling tune to my ears. I turned off the path and walked in a wide arc around behind a storage shed. Alli wasn’t part of Ursula’s clique, but I didn’t want to take a direct route in case they were watching.

They were still all the way across the grounds, but they were elves. One of them could have noticed me.

I found Alli in a small clearing, just deep enough into the trees to be screened from sight. She was dressed as I remembered, except for a silver tiara in her short blonde hair and a pack on her back.

“There you are,” she said. “I thought you had lost your sense of direction.”

“Just wanted a little privacy. How’d you spot me from back here?” I asked. Elven senses were something to be reckoned with, but they couldn’t see through trees.

“Didn’t,” she said, smiling. “I saw you out and about and ran to find somewhere more private. Ursula’s out for your blood, you know.”

“Among other things of mine, yeah,” I said.

“Iason Manblood is not the safest person to belong to,” she said.

“Good thing I don’t belong to him,” I said. “On that subject, those girls pulling Ursula around?”

“She seduces human girls,” Alli said. “Mostly through proxies. Ursula has never had much occasion to practice seduction herself, you understand. But her followers find impressionable and submissive young girls and fill them up with romantic nonsense about eternal servitude as the truest bond of love. Once they have signed their freedom away, Ursula keeps them until they begin to show their mortality. Usually by the middle of their twenties, she has lost all interest and gets rid of them.”

“She sells them?”

“If she needs funds immediately, perhaps,” Alli said.

I decided not to follow that line of inquiry any further. Elves had as much variety as humans did. Some of them thought other races were playthings. Some didn’t. Ursula had to be one of the worse of them, but Alli seemed alright. A little blase about it all, but there was no approval in her voice.

“In any event, if one of the middling women asks you to go off into the woods, I would suggest you tell them no,” she said.

“Good plan,” I replied.

“So, would you like to go off into the woods?” she asked. “There is a hollow in the trees a small distance back.”

“Sounds good,” I said, and I followed her around the underbrush and between the trees.

There was a contrast in how she moved through the forest and how Iason did. Alli picked her way with care, but did so in a way that made it seem like it was second nature. She didn’t move through the forest so much as join with it.

Iason conquered it with every stride. He plowed through branches and bushes as much as possible, he planted his feet on rocks and roots with determination, he sprang blindly through the air and dealt with what was underfoot on the other end of the jump when he got there. He never asked permission for where he stepped and he never apologized for it.

If anything, Alli’s way took her further, faster. She strolled, but I could only keep up by running and by being careful to follow her exactly.

“A small distance” turned out to be ten minutes’ hike, and in those ten minutes we covered a lot of ground. I had a feeling we were out of the “safe” woods nearest to campus.

“Here we are,” Alli said with a smile.

“Yeah,” I said. “Sorry I got dragged off before. Iason—”

“When the master bids, the beast must come,” Alli said.

“Uh, yeah,” I said. “This beast comes when he wants to. Things were just getting ugly.” I turned my scowl into a smile. “I would have liked to talk to you some more, though.”

“So, you do fancy women as well as men, then,” she said.

“I’m not picky, no,” I said.

“Oh, good,” she said, sighing with relief. “I didn’t know for certain—humans will talk to anybody, even people who can do nothing for them.”

“We’re funny that way,” I said.

“I think so, too,” she said, and she giggled. “So, then, it’s not just talking that you wish to do?”

“As a matter of fact, it isn’t,” I said.

“Have you ever been with an elven woman?”

“No,” I said. “Just other boys. Guys. Men. Men like me. And human women. And a nymph.”

“You know that we don’t—that our way is not—”

“I know,” I said. “Again, I’m not picky.”

Not picky. That was true, I was really looking forward to getting a piece of someone else’s ass after having mine served up so many times. Male, female, whatever. Barley had rocked my world but this would be like coming home after a long and interesting vacation.

Alli needed more convincing that I was convinced.

“So,” she said haltingly, “anal—”

“Yes!” I shouted. “For the love of Khersis, yes!”

Alli blanched and jumped back.

“I’m sorry!” she said. “I’ve just been told so many times that humans have strange ideas about these things.”

“Don’t take me as a representative of the race,” I said. “But yes, I’ll do anal. Happily.”

“Good,” she said. She slipped the pack off her back and swung it around onto the ground in front of her, kneeling and pulling something out of it in one fluid motion. She stood up, holding it out reverently in front of her.

It was a dildo, made of leather shaped over a curving horn of some kind, with belt-like harness straps trailing off it.

“This belonged to an elder cousin,” she said. I didn’t bother to hide my reaction. Her eyes were on the thing in her hands, not on me. “She was a stag rider, too. Her mount was a farm boy. She took him and penned him as a stag until his family stopped looking for him, then rode him until he could not walk and fucked him until he could not stand and then rode him again. He was willful. They crossed the continent twice before he broke to her.”

She looked up at me, holding her breath.

“The whole continent?” I asked. Had to say something. “Even the badlands?”

“She was willful, too,” Alli said. “I’m named for her. They both died when I was a youngling, but I admired her terribly.”

“How’d they die?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “But I’m sure it was together. You’ve never seen such love as they had for one another. I hope that you have that with your rider, one day, though it seems doubtful. I can tell that Manblood is not particularly observant of his duties.”

“Yeah, well, times have changed,” I said. “If he wants my love, he’s going to have to get it the hard way.”

She laughed.

“You think my cousin’s way was easy?” she asked. She held up the strap-on. “Her bracelet passed to someone else when she died, but I got this.”

“So you just carry your ancestral strap-on around with you in case you need it?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said. “I would probably kill myself if an opportunity to use it arose and I didn’t have it with me. You have no idea what it’s like to be a woman with a craving for men in a middling enclave. I am so frustrated all the time.”

I put my hand around hers, careful not to touch the leather horn, and pushed it aside.

“You wouldn’t have to stay frustrated, if that happened,” I said.

“Somehow I don’t think it would be quite the same without it,” she said.

“You could let the guy fuck you,” I said. “I could fuck you, I mean.”

“You do not like to receive? I thought with Iason—”

“I like it any way I can get it,” I said. “But lately that’s all I’ve been getting.”

That wasn’t true. Between Iason, Barley, and even Missy, I’d been getting pretty much everything. Everything except for someone else’s ass. If a small exaggeration helped me scratch that itch, so be it.

“Any way you can get it?” she said.

“Yeah, I’m pretty open,” I said.

“Alright, then,” she said, pulling her arm out of my grip. “You’ll take it in the ass, because that’s all you’re going to get.”

“What’s the point of liking guys if you’re not going to fuck them the normal way?”

“Normal? Don’t be so anthropocentric,” she said. “Are you going to tell me no?”

Yeah, it was a tempting offer. Strangely, though, I wasn’t interested in being fucked with the same tool her kinswoman had used to rape some poor bastard halfway around the world and back.

My cock did twitch a little thinking about it.

And about doubled in size.

But that was from the porn-driven fantasy image of it all, an icy elven dominatrix bending a strapping human man to her will. A story like that had a beginning and an end. The people in it didn’t exist for any longer than it took for the audience to get off a time or two. No harm done, no matter how far it went. The reality of a situation like that was something else.

But it was also distant and in the past.

“Of course,” she said, untying the drawstring for her leather breeches, “the real question is not what you will say but what you will do.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Will you fight me?” she said, giving the waist of her pants a little push past the slight curve of her hips and ass. That was all it took, and they fell to the ground. Underneath, she was naked and smooth. She started buckling on the horn.

“You’re talking about rape,” I said. I didn’t know if she was for real or just playing. Some part of me didn’t care.

To be specific, the part of me about halfway down and in the middle. That part really didn’t care.

“Human words,” she said, pulling off her leather tunic. Underneath her chest was strapped down tight underneath bandages. “Human definitions.” She threw the garment at me and I ducked aside. “Would you fight? Would you run? Would you tell on me? Or would you just take it? If you let me do this, that’s on you.”

“Unbind your chest,” I said.

“Take off your clothes,” she said.

“Unbind your chest.”

She did. I was throbbing with enough need that it was enough of a concession for me to give in.

Under the bandages, her breasts were just big enough to miss the elven ideal of androgyny. Her nipples were a pale rose, a subtle change from her marble skin. Her eyes glittered like dragonscales in the sun.

If I’d tried to guess what sex with her would be like compared to sex with Iason based on watching how they walked through the forest, I would have been wrong. Maybe it was because she couldn’t feel what she was doing. Maybe it was because of all that frustration she’d talked about. Either way, she was brutal and efficient. She didn’t ask permission and she didn’t apologize.

I could take it, but I pitied the boy whose cherry she took.

None of that’s to say I didn’t come like a dragon belching forth breath made of life itself.

It was exciting. It was hot. It was the fantasy: dominant woman, choice and clothing and dignity stripped away. That was powerful stuff for a wank session, and all the more potent in real life.

As long as it wasn’t too real.

“Since you’re so hard up all the time, let me give you a tip,” I said when we’d finished, long after Alli had pumped me enough that there was no chance of a rematch on her turf. “Threatening a guy with rape isn’t likely to get him to give in.”

“No?” she said. She laughed. “You say one thing but demonstrate another. Besides, that’s only a problem if it’s only a threat.”

“So you would have tried to rape me,” I said.

“I would have had my way with you,” she said. “As I have with others. If it was rape, I haven’t heard anything about it.”

“Yeah, if we do this again, there’s going to be some clearer boundaries, and you can expect things to be a little more reciprocal,” I said.

“If you wish,” she said. She laughed and reached around, giving my dick a squeeze. She kept her hand on it. Sensitive as it was, it felt good. “I wasn’t counting on there being a next time, considering.”

“Yeah, well,” I said. “Probably smart, considering what you did, but I can forgive a lot for good sex.”

“That’s good to know,” she said. “Because I was actually referring to what I’m about to do.”