Melilot the Tiefling
Female Main Character/Monster x Male Elf
Mutual Pining - Opposites Attract - Misplaced - Supportive Family- Extra Long
My father is one elder in our community, and even amongst the elders, he is looked upon highly. His advice is sought after and his opinions hold significant weight.
“My child, we are Goodbodys!” He would always announce proudly to me. “And Goodbodys have good minds!”
I know for a fact that a good mind like his is called into question often. After all, why would a prominent, proud, much beloved halfling elder raise a daughter like me? Even before that, there were questions when he fell in love with my mother, a halfling from the wanderers, a clan who went against the usual halfling way.
“Melilot, you are a Goodbody, through and through because I am your father, and love is what matters most in family.” He would say this when he saw that look in my eyes. He knew when I was doubting myself or doubting my place in the world. “You are the daughter of Halfast Goodbody, and that is what counts, because I love you more than breakfast in the morning, and smoke in my pipe.”
I loved my father more than anything, more than breakfast, more than the moon. It really didn’t matter who I was or what I looked like, as long as he was my father.
It was my weekly routine to go to the farmer’s market and stock the pantry for the week. I enjoyed shopping, but on the busy days I was more on edge.
“Oh look everyone, it’s Lil.” The taunt came from behind me.
I ignored the mockery, instead asking Mrs. Bolger how much her cabbage was. “My father has important company coming to the village this week. I’m going to need a bit more than my usual.”
“I heard!” Mrs. Bolger had a big smile on her face. Her eyes darted behind me, hearing the same taunt I did. “The whole town has been chatty about it.”
“Only house in the whole town that could fit an outsider.” The jabs continued. The hair on the back of my neck prickled and my tail twitched.
I kept my upper lip stiffened, trying to ignore them. “I know it’s a longshot, but do you have any berries in? Perhaps some strawberries? I would like to have something sweet made.”
Mrs. Bolger shook her head. “I still just have preserves from last year, sweetie.”
“Alright, I may come back for those.” I began loading my bag with everything else. “Thank you so much.” I turned to leave after settling up the bill, but noticed my way to the next stall was blocked.
I was greeted by teasing grins and laughter. “Just step over us if we’re in the way.”
I took a deep breath. I was used to this, had to be. Halflings aged differently, even though we were the same age, they still had a youthful spite to them. My former classmates weren’t as vicious as they were before, but they still enjoyed poking,
I decided I could come back later and would go to the regular market for anything that sold out, even if it wasn’t as good. But as I walked away, there was a sharp tug on my tail. I burned from the inside out, but I had to hold myself together. I gripped onto the strap of my bag and shot a look back at who was grasping my tail.
“A Goodbody doesn’t have a tail.” My tail was wagged mockingly back at me.
“Porro Brown, you let her go!” Mrs. Bolger snapped.
Porro smiled, using my tail to fan himself. “Just cooling off Auntie.” He let go of me and I yanked my tail back, making sure it coiled it close to me. Laughter continued as I walked out of there, quickening my pace so it would leave me further behind.
I went to my spot by the river, even with my load of groceries. The soft moss under the willow had been my run away place since I was little.I could hide there, blend into the shadows. I sniffled as I ran my hand down my deep blue skin. My breath shuddered as I took in the length of my limbs. I was a tiefling, I was no halfing.
“Ahoy there!”
A voice called out and I looked around.
“Over here!”
There was a man standing on the opposite riverbank. Which was strange. There were no roads across the river, it was mainly overgrowth and brambles. He waved at me, a bright smile on his face. He was an elf, which was even stranger. It was rare to see someone so tall, lithe, and elegant in these parts.
“I have been looking for a kind face!” he stepped out of the thicket, briars and thorns pulled at his clothing and long, long hair. “I think I may be lost.”
I stood up, perplexed to say the least. “I would say so. There’s nothing on that shore worth traversing unless you’re a snake.”
His eyes widened as he watched me rise. For a halfling, I was tall, for a tiefling I was taller still. Long platinum strands fell before his eyes.
“My, my,” he murmured, then cleared his throat. “See, I knew something was off. When my entourage told me it would be silly to go on ahead, I didn’t believe them. But seeing you I know I must be way off my course!” He brushed back his hair.
My father was expecting royal company, elves from the south who were willing to open trade with us. But this couldn’t be one of them, could it?
“What is your course?” I asked.
“I am looking for the town of Goodenough.” The elf stepped into the river, looking shocked this happened.
This was not how I expected elves to act. I had always thought they moved with more purpose, aware of their surroundings more than any creature with conscious thought. “You are where you need to be. Goodenough is not far from here. I can show you.”
“Wonderful!” The elf began balancing on stones to make his way across. “My name is Osric.”
The name sounded like it would be sour, perhaps even something made of gold. I was used to the cheerful names of the halflings. “Melilot.” I offer my name, hoping it didn’t sound simple to the elf.
“A sweet clover. ” Osric nimbly and easily made his way across the river. “What a suitable name for such a kind soul.” He stepped upon my bank with me, but his footing somehow ended him up in the water.
I helped him out of the river, getting him to shore and under the willow tree. “Are you alright?”
“Fine!” he laughed. He wrung out his shirt onto the moss. “Sorry you had to see that. I don’t exactly make my kin proud. Probably why they weren’t too worried with me going on ahead to meet our host.”
I furrowed my brow. “Are you looking for Halfast Goodbody?” I asked.
“Yes!” He announced excitedly. “Are you gifted with powers?”
I shook my head, almost laughing. “No. Uhm…Halfast is my father.”
Once again Osric looked stunned, baffled, but also oddly happy. “I thought I was meeting halflings.”
“No. No. You are. Uhm…I am Halfast’s daughter, but…”
Osric grasped his chest and sighed in relief. “Oh! Thank goodness, I thought I was going to embarrass myself with the gifts I bought. Well, Halfast must be a very proud father to have such a sweet child as you.”
My heart hammered and I pressed my lips into a firm line. “Well, he would agree on that I’m sure.” I inch away slightly. “Would you like me to show you the way?”
“Absolutely! If you don’t mind being seen with a soggy wretch like me.” Osric’s smile and laughter were brilliant, beaming. He was a ray of sunshine to bathe in. He was not what I expected for the elf lord paying us visit.
At home, I let Osric in and set down the groceries I had gotten. “Dad! Are you home?”
“Melilot, is that you?” I could hear him from the den, probably in front of the fire with his pipe.
“No, Melilot isn’t here.” I started unpacking the groceries while Osric looked on, awed.
Osric’s eyes scored around the kitchen, which was quite shorter than me, but several cabinets had been placed high for my use. There was also a segment of the counter where I could prepare food without bending over. The kitchen table was made to my height and the extra chairs had rungs so visiting halflings could get into their seats.
My father came into the kitchen. “I see you brought company with groceries.”
Osric smiled at him. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Lord Goodbody.” He approached and offered his hand. “I’m Osric, of the southern elves.”
Dad took his hand to shake. “I wasn’t expecting you for some time! Did my daughter take care of you.”
“Saved me!” Osric announced with excitement. “I somehow found myself across the river.” He and Dad laughed heartily.
I rolled my eyes slightly, using the pretense of stocking the kitchen to hide my face away from them.
“When I saw a tiefling I was sure I was lost for good,” Osric continued, taking my chair at the table.
Dad climbed up into his own. “Oh yes! Melilot may not look like a halfling, but at heart she is one. She’s my daughter after all, so she must be one. Oh! Before I get comfortable, would you like some tea?” He started to climb down.
“I’ll get it,” I quickly offered.
Concern flooded my father’s eyes. “Are you sure, Melilot? You’ve been out all day. You should rest.”
“I can make tea,” I scoffed. “Besides, you should be greeting Osric properly.”
“Oh, I feel greeted just fine,” the elf laughed. “You know, Halfast, I may call you Halfast?”
“Certainly,” Dad laughed, relighting his pipe.
“Wonderful. You see, I too am not exactly like the elves back home. I am half elf. The other half is human. Thank goodness my mother is royalty or I’d be looked on as a scourge. Well, more than some already do.” He spoke about this so easily! So cheerfully?
“Nonsense, you’re elf. Same as my Melilot is halfling. Blood doesn’t chart your trajectory, it merely keeps the body lubricated.”
“Dad,” I growled from the stove.
He chortled loudly. “I’m not a doctor, I can’t say what tides control the body. But I do know what does. Do you, Osric?” He pointed his pipe towards the elf.
“Do tell.”
“It’s love.” Dad patted his chest. “Love is at the root of all our decisions in life. Passion, kindness, joy, all of them are buried in the soil that is love.”
I was taking a teapot out of one of Dad’s cabinet, bending over to do so. “My father is a fan of storytelling.”
“So am I,” Osric sighed. “And I agree with you Halfast. I see it in my parents everyday and I envy that.”
“Ah, envy, that stems from love too. A love you have yet to receive.”
The two continued on, becoming thick as thieves in no time. I’m not surprised, Dad has charm and an ease which comforts people.
Osric’s entourage eventually caught up to him and set up camp in the backyard. Osric was given my room, and I set up a cot in Dad’s room.
“Handsome young man, don’t you think? All that long flowing hair.” Dad said, fluffing his pillows.
I sat on the edge of my cot, avoiding the chandelier getting caught on my horns. “He’s not what I expected, that’s for sure.”
“And what were you expecting, daughter?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Something snobby and pretentious. Aren’t elves supposed to think they’re above it all.”
“Well now, I suppose some elves do believe that of themselves.” he got himself tucked into bed. “But they also are immortal and have seen everything. Perhaps they think they know everything because they have seen everything.”
“Maybe,” I grumbled as I laid down.
Dad blew out the candle by his bed. “We’ve got business to deal with tomorrow, and I must confess I am nervous about the negotiations.”
This was a surprise. “Really?”
“This sort of trade opens up the world, Melilot. Most of the citizens of Goodenough don’t take kindly to change and to the world. I may be up to some opposition.” His hand was reached out, touching my shoulder. “But we need to be open to change.”
I took a deep. “Then I hope you rest well, Dad.”
“You too, my darling. Sleep well.”
Over the next few days, Osric was a fixture in our lives. He joined us for every meal he could, he spent his evenings with us, even joined Dad and I on our daily errands. I could tell though, after each meeting with the elders, things were growing contentious. Dad never showed it, but I could tell he was haggard each time. The upcoming spring festival was also putting a strain on negotiations as the elders preferred to talk of plans for it rather than what was at hand.
One afternoon, while dad was napping after afternoon tea, Osric and I were enjoying another pot together.
“You are quite beautiful Melilot.”
I was taken aback, nearly dropping my cup. “What?”
He smiled at me. “I find you beautiful. Your skin, your eyes, your…everything.” He sat up attentively. “I would love if you would be my date to the spring festival.”
“No!” I gasped.
His eyes widened.
“No, I mean-” I quickly set my cup down before I dropped it. “The spring festival is about couples and romance. It’s about renewal in nature and babies and-” I was scrambling. I had never had a date to the spring festival before. “Eggs!” I gasped out.
Osric’s smile returned and his gaze softened. “Then if we went as a couple that would be good, right?”
I could hear my blood rushing through my ears and to my pounding heart. I didn’t say anything, I just opened my mouth to a squeak.
His hand clutched at his chest, rubbing then pulling at his shirt. “If you don’t see me that way then we could just go as friends.”
I had been confessed to once, and only once, and that worked out horribly. I liked Osric, truly I did! But what if this was another jab? Another false confession? I don’t think I could take it again. Not from Osric.
He licked his lips, his soft gaze flicking back and forth with caution. “Do you think you could see me romantically?”
I looked away.
A nervous laugh escaped his lips. “Like I said, it’s okay if you don’t. You would not be my first heartbreak, nor my last I suppose. Halfast said I should ask you.”
My attention snapped back to him. “He did?”
Osric gave me that gentle smile again. “He said he saw something in your eyes. I know your father is a romantic fool, but so am I in a lot of ways.”
I didn’t want to say no. I wanted to go with him. He was sunny, kind, and understood my footing in Goodenough. And my father did know me best. “I won’t have anything to wear.”
Osric chuckled. “What does that have to do with anything?”
I swallowed, wishing I could shove biscuits into my mouth to cover up the nerves and shyness. “There’s a sort of dress code for the festival. I don’t have a dress for it.”
He gave me a once over, and a sort of realization came to his eyes. “Where do you get your clothes?”
“Dad or I make them,” I replied. “Sometimes when we travel together we get them in other villages. But I wouldn’t have enough time to make a dress by the spring festival.”
Osric hummed, getting a thoughtful expression. “I see. Then leave it to me.”
“Do you sew?” I asked, surprised by how nonchalant he was being.
His smile was an ecstatic one. “I’ll take care of getting you a dress. So don’t worry. Consider it my pre-dowry.” He took hold of my hand, planting a firm but gentle kiss upon my knuckles.
“Dowry?” I blurted out. “Why are you bringing up a dowry?”
His hand slid out across the table, taking hold of my balled up fist. “I enjoy a beautifully dressed girl as much as the next man. It would only be fair if I took care of that wardrobe.”
Should I be offended or flattered by that statement?
That evening, as I laid in the cot beside my father’s bed, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about Osric and what he said. I thought about the spring festival and what dress he would make for me. What would people say? Would Goodenough explode from the gossip?
“Can’t sleep, my darling?”
I jolted. “Did I wake you?”
“No, my fatherly intuition did,” he chuckled. His hand rested on my shoulder again. “Since we’re both awake, we might as well talk.”
I grumbled under my breath. “It’s Osric.”
“Do I need to beat him with my cane?”
I scoffed. “No. You know what it is.”
He sighed dreamily. “I always wondered what soul would come for you one day. I always knew someone would catch you eye, but more than that I knew you would catch the eye of someone who wasn’t from Goodenough. I’ve prepared myself for you to be taken away.”
“I’m not going anywhere!” I snapped at him. “But you told Osric to ask me out.”
“He’s a good boy! I like him very much. Getting to know him in negotiations and in my own home has been a treat. I see myself in him, and that is what I always wanted for you.”
“Dad,” I groaned.
“I’m serious. You need a spirited man, a man who will worship the ground you walk on. The goddess knows how much I love your mother.”
Love, not loved. He still waits for her, and it’s one of the only foolish things I judge my father for. “What makes you think that?”
“The way he looks at you. To him you’re a sunrise, a full moon. You're the blossoms of spring, the scent of lilac in the air. You are the clock that sets his day. It fills my heart to see someone look at you the way you deserve to be looked at.” He once again sighed heavily and I heard a sniffle. “The world is foolish. Goodenough is foolish. You are the most beautiful girl in the world-”
“Dad,” I bemoaned again, shoving my pillow into my face.
“Don’t scoff! From the moment I first held you in my arms I knew you were the reason the stars sparkled and the rains fell. It is time you knew it too. Not from me, but from someone else. It didn’t matter to me if it was a boy, a girl, or whatever is in between. I always wanted to see you as a bride.”
“Dad!” I kicked my legs and thrashed in the cot.
“Don’t do that! The cot will-”
There was a crackling and snapping that seemed to sud after I hit the ground.
“-break,” my dad sighed. “Come up here now.” He patted the bed.
I was too embarrassed to whine about the pain. I simply climbed up in bed with Dad and rested my head beside his.
“A father’s dream and nightmare is their daughter finding happiness with someone else,” he said, petting my head.
I kept quiet, eventually falling asleep even though I had to curl up like a snail inside it’s shell on my dad’s bed.
Preparations for spring fest had part of town blocked off. They were setting up tents, booths, flowers were everywhere and petals littered the streets. I usually went out hunting, but my usual path was cut off for part of the festival as well. I was stuck at home, a little bored but mostly nervous. The more I saw the festival pop up, the more I thought about Osric. His soft, pale gold eyes. His long white hair.
I didn’t like being wound up in the thoughts of someone. Last time I was, my heart was shattered. Cladio was my best friend growing up, one of the only halflings who treated me like I belonged. As we grew so did our affections, we kissed, touched, held one another, but all in secret. When the time came for us to attend the spring festival, I was made a laughing stock. I showed up in my dress, my flowers, and Cladio pretended like he had no idea what I was doing.
I lost my best friend and someone I truly cared for in one cruel sweep. I was scared of the festival and what could repeat itself there.
“There you are!” Osric appeared in the doorway. “I thought you would be out and about seeing everything going up.”
“No,” I murmured. “I decided to just stay home today.”
Stepping beside my chair, Osric dropped from his arm a dress. It was sheer in places, covered in lace in other’s. Clover was stitched into the sheer fabric, glinting soft yellow.
“What do you think?” Osric said, beaming.
“Is it yours?” I was so stunned I wasn’t thinking.
Osric laughed jovially. “No! It’s yours!” He held it out to me. “I’ve been working on it with my wardrobe attendants for the past few days.”
“Wardrobe attendants?”
Osric scoffed. “Don’t ask. My mother is a stickler for fashion.” he offered the dress again. “I need you to try it on and make sure it fits correctly.”
I took it, afraid of it. The last dress I owned I ripped to pieces and tossed on the fire. “Are you sure?”
His smile continued. “Not quite, that’s why I need you to try it on.”
“Okay,” I grumbled. I went off to my room to change, knowing I’d have space and a mirror there even with Osric’s belongings. I stripped, putting on the dress. It felt like it fit well, but I hadn’t looked at myself yet. The skirt flowed from my hips, showing off my legs more than I was used to.
I turned slowly, looking at my feet in the mirror. The yellow color did look good on my skin. My eyes traveled further up, seeing lace then my waist. The long sleeves were sheer, revealing the tiny clover details stitched into them. My bosom was carefully clutched, held by the fabric to be sensual, revealing, but also elegant.
There was a knock on the door. “How is it?”
I was still staring at myself. Was that really me? I touched myself to make sure it was. I cupped my hands to my face, watching the dress shift and shimmer in the light. Tears appeared and I shocked myself when they dribbled down my cheeks.
“Melilot?”
“It’s fine,” I whimpered.
“What’s that tone? Are you crying?”
I sat down on the end of the bed, crying into my palms. “No,” my voice warbled.
The door opened and Osric stepped in, concerned and bewildered. “Do you not like the dress?”
“No it’s not-” I sniffled. “I like it. But I just-”
He sat beside me, putting a warm, caring arm around my shoulders. The other hand wiped tears away from my cheek. “Don’t cry. Even if you are beautiful when you do.”
That made me cry more.
“It’s alright. Look at me.” he tipped my head up to meet his eyes. “Tell Osric what’s the matter. I’ll make it right.”
“Nothing is wrong,” I blubbered. “I love the dress. I like how I look in it.”
“And that made you cry so?”
I nodded. “The last time I wore a dress I was hurt so horribly. I don’t know how to feel.” I clutched my chest. “I don’t want to have that pain again.”
A dark expression started to come from his eyes. “What pain?”
“I was once asked to the spring festival but…”
Osric held me in a tight embrace, grasping my back of my head and letting me rest upon his shoulder. “That will not be me. I will show you off as the gorgeous goddess you are. I will treat you like a princess. No, like a queen.”
I held onto him, clutching at his back. I didn’t say anything. It was nice simply being held. His arms were small, but they were strong and warm.
“What Goodenough has to say about you falls on deaf ears. Their thoughts do not matter. Only mine do. And I have not been able to stop thinking about you since I met you, Melilot.”
“Don’t tease me,” I chuckled, still sniffling as I raised my head.
“I would never! Unless it was in a flirtatious manner,” he scoffed. He took a kerchief from his pocket and wiped my face with it. “I am all too serious about how I have been consumed by thoughts of you.”
“I think about you too,” I confessed shyly.
“May I steal a kiss then?”
I was captured by his eyes, gazing into them and unaware of any nerves or apprehension I may have had. I closed my eyes, dipping my head down for that kiss. His lips were soft and his fingers brushed against my cheek and along my horn. The other rested upon my hip.
“I thought so,” he breathed as our lips parted.
“What?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. Just my body talking loudly over the rest of me,” he chuckled. “I’m glad the dress fits. I’d prefer to see you in all your splendor at the festival.” He then cupped his hand over his eyes. “I will wait for that moment.”
I wish it had been more than one kiss. But maybe that was for the best.
The night of the festival, I was shaking in my boots. Or well, I was until I took them off. Everyone would be barefoot for the festival, and even if I needed shoes, I didn’t have any that would suit the dress.
Dad braided my hair, making sure it suited the dress for me. “I’ve never seen you look so…beyond your own beauty.”
“Dad,” I huffed.
“I’m serious.” He then took me by the hands and looked up at me with teary eyes. “I give my permission for you to bed Osric.”
“Dad!” I snapped at him. “Ew!”
He kept a firm hold of my hands. “I know what it is like to want something beyond your scope. Lord knows I never got my father’s permission to bed your mother.”
“Please stop!” I whined.
“But you are of an age now where your body needs the touches of-”
I picked him up from the ground and shook him. “Stop. Or I will throw you.”
He beamed. “Have fun at the festival, my darling.”
I had to walk to the festival alone. I would find Osric waiting with the other men as they waited for the girls to file in. I hated this. I hated waiting with all the other halfling women who were whispering amongst themselves.
“Lil! Your dress, it’s gorgeous!”
“Oh, thank you Hyacinth,” I muttered. “You look really pretty too.”
Hyacinth spun in her dress, posing a little. “I hope Immers like it.”
“Oh, so he finally got the nerve to ask you out?” I wasn’t surprised Hyancinth was talking to me. I had once saved her from a wild boar while she was picking strawberries. She and her dad were as close to friends as I had these days.
Hyacinth was beaming, proud, adorable. “He heard Lord Osric talking about inviting you, actually.”
My heart skipped a beat. “D-did he?”
“Immers said hearing him talk about how much he liked you made him realize he shouldn’t wait for a ‘right moment’. So, I’m glad we get to walk out together.”
I could cry again, but I didn’t want to be a sobbing fool as the dance floor opened. When we eventually did file out, I still was the sore thumb jutting out. All blue and swollen compared to the rest of the Goodenough halflings. Then, I saw him.
Osric came rushing out from the waiting line first, his arms outstretched, grabbing me as the music began. He spun me out on the dance floor, petals swirling and picking up around us. I forgot my fears, my doubts as he smiled upon me. I danced with him and there wasn’t anything in the world that could stop me.
It was extremely late in the evening when we returned home. Most of Goodenough had gone to bed and the festival would start again in the morning with the egg celebration breakfast. My father was one of the early birds. So as not to bother him and wake him I decided to sleep with Osric.
His hands were chilled by the cool night air, but his lips were warm and soft. His bare chest touched against mine and his heart shuddered everytime my fingertips caressed his bare back.
“Oh, Melilot, you’re driving me crazy.” He breathed against my neck, kissing, biting. “I want you so badly.” His teeth upon my shoulder sent tingly waves through my body. I’d only ever been with Cladio. I didn’t know what to expect from a half-elf.
“Can I eat you?” He moaned into my ear.
Every hair on my body stood at end. “What?”
He chuckled. “Here.” His hand reached down cupping my loins in his palm. “Have you never heard of that?”
I wasn’t sure. I had heard tales but my exploits with Cladio were…not much to speak of. We usually kissed and then went to it.
“Lay back, I’ll show you.” Osric purred, pushing me down upon the bed. He lifted my legs up, spreading my thighs. He studied me, watching me with a glazed, erotic expression. He kissed me, moving his lips down my body until he came to my thighs. He kissed, pet, moaned until his lips came to my petals below.
I gasped in alarm at first then held my breath. My lips parted as I breathed again, moaning as his kisses turned to licks, to puckered sucks, his fingers rubbed my mound, adding to the deep, new pleasure he was delivering.
He rose up after a while of me squirming and moaning. I watched him with bleary eyes. The smug look of satisfaction on his face made me quiver a little more.
“Did you enjoy my tongue?”
I nodded weakly.
“Good.” He inched closer, laying his cock upon my belly. “Then you’ll enjoy the rest of me as well.”
I peered down, seeing the arche curve of his cock, the bright pink head and the shimmering jewel pierced through the tip. I gasped softly. I had never seen such a thing! It was oddly beautiful.
“It’s a magic charm,” he chuckled upon seeing my expression. “I’m embarrassed now to why I originally got it but…” the tip slipped down, touching the bud at the top of my petals. “With a simple phrase, I think you’ll like it more than me.” He whispered something into the air, words I didn’t understand but bled into the atmosphere. The jeweled piercing began to ring, it twitched, then hummed. I gasped out loud. How amazing it was! Against my most sensitive spot, it erupted into moaning cries of pleasure.
Osric smirked, rocking his hips to rub the tip of his cock more against me. “I knew you would appreciate it.” His cock slipped inside me, finding me dripping wet and warm. “Melilot,” he whimpered out my name. “You’re too sweet for me.”
His thrusts toppled me, I wasn’t sure which way was up. The curve of his cock, the vibrating jewel, I wasn’t ready for such a fight. My body was wracked with pleasure, the more he moved the more that course through me.
At the end, his seed spilled into my waiting mouth. The vibrating jewel tickled my tongue, and I soon fell asleep.
I woke in the morning, bracing my arm against my eyes as the sun shone brightly through the window. Osric was snuggled up in the crook of my arm, still fast asleep. I wanted him again.
There came a knock at my door. “The egg breakfast is still going on if you two are hungry!” My dad cheered from the door.
I was frozen.
“I hope you two had fun last night.” I heard him shuffle away. Only then did Osric begin to stir. He nuzzled between my bare breasts and sighed happily.
“Do you want breakfast?” I asked nervously.
His tongue lapped up a nipple, suckling it into his mouth.
“Osric!” I squealed.
“I can’t help it, I need you so badly,” he whined. He clung to me, kissing me, tugging me on top of him. His cock was hard against my thigh. “Last night wasn’t enough, Melilot. I need you the rest of my life.”
I buried my face in his neck. “Don’t say such things!”
“But I am going to.” He wrapped his arms tight around me. “Everyday for the rest of our lives I am going to beg for your love, your touch, your presence. You are my moon, my sun, nothing compares to seeing you rise in the morning.” He pressed his forehead to my shoulder. “I will build a home here for the two of us. One where you never have to stoop again. You will stand tall for me and I will stand steadfast beside you.”
I lifted my head to kiss him then gazed into his eyes. “Why would you stay in Goodenough?”
“Because I know you’ll stay beside your father. Besides, there needs to be an elf here to maintain the trade.” He smirked. “I was always going to stay, but now I have a real reason to.” he sat up like a shot, throwing me over onto the bed. He sat upon me, that smug, mischievous smile on his face. “So, my darling Melilot, may I have you for my breakfast?”
I gulped. “Yes. But wouldn't actual food-”
“Now, now, now, for me this is the best meal I will ever eat.” He licked his lips seductively. “Besides, sex first thing in the morning is my cup of coffee.”
“Then…could I try you first?” I asked shyly.
His eyes widened. “Of course!” He exclaimed in glee. He scooted up my chest, laying his cock upon my lips. “You’re so gorgeous like this.”
My face must have been deep purple by then. But still, I wanted to know what it was like to ‘eat’ him. I opened my mouth, letting his long, curved cock inside. I moaned against him, liking the way he filled my mouth and pressed against my tongue. Osric leaned over me, pushing his hips so his cock went slightly down my throat.
I liked that too!
“You’re such a wonderful girl, Melilot,” he moaned. “You feel amazing from top to bottom.”
I grabbed his hips, forcing him down my throat more. I suckled upon him, easing him up and down until warmth spilled down the back of my throat. The flavor was rich, like the dark berries eaten last night. It was thick as it slid down.
Osric was a sputtering mess as he pulled away from me. He was laughing between gasps of breath, clasping his hands over his chest.
“Sorry, was that too much?” I was quick to cover.
“That was phenomenal!” Osric crowed. He sat up again, grabbing me for a kiss. “I owe you one. Give me a moment to catch my breath.”
I smiled, not having to wait long as his fingers found themselves unable to leave me.
He would move here, he would stay in Goodenough. Despite the troubles here, I never wanted to leave my home. But now I would have everything, my family and my love, to whom I was the sky above.
