Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2016 10:19:18 GMT -6
Sometime during the darkest part of the night, they woke each other up and made love for the fourth, or perhaps a fifth time. They were in no rush this time, comfortable in their enjoyment of each other, delighting mutually in the gradual and deliberate build up of pleasure that would eventually become intolerable, but in the building was indescribable.
They luxuriated in the warmth and softness of the make-shift bed and in the intimacy of their coupling, and when it was over the Lady Derinn, the High Elven daughter of His Lordship Donnogh Boughsinger of the Second boughsinger's Keep, moaned softly with contentment and rolled onto her back, snuggling her bottom into the lap of the burly logger, the back of one thigh draped comfortably over his waist.
He adjusted himself to her movement, rolling inwards voluptuously with a slow thrust of his pelvis towards her center, scissoring his right knee up along her left leg and bringing an arm around to hook his elbow behind her upraised right knee, clasping her thigh's heavy firmness tightly and pulling her knee up to his shoulder, unwilling to risk falling away from her embrace, and they lay together in companionable silence, each aware that the other was awake.
Neither felt any urge to speak. To the logger, this was a heavenly dream. One of the so-called “Fair Folk” had waylaid him in the forest as he thinned the entangled trees just as a farmer removes weeds from a well tended garden.
He certainly had heard of Elves but never had he seen one, much less spend an evening and night in a lover's embrace with one. Nor had he ever seen anything as beautiful as this lithe, strong, striking, magnificent female who lain entwined with him on his simple horse's blanket on top of dry pine needles.
Neither had said much since he first felt her gaze upon him. In fact, now that he thought about it, the logger, Davey Forrester, hadn't uttered a word during their whole, brief introduction. He simply nodded to her firm suggestion of a word, “Come.”
Now they lay spent from each other's passion. There was the call of a night bird and the briefest stir of warm summer air across their exposed skin. Davey hitched himself closer to her and increased the movement of his hands on her body, and soon a minor resurrection was achieved between the spread forks of their legs. He penetrated her almost without assistance and then lay lodged there, stirring only minutely.
They were lying almost at right angles to each other because of the way they were joined, their legs intertwined, and she reached out in the darkness and twined her fingers in his hair at arm's length. He reached up and clasped her wrist, running his fingers along her arm to her locked elbow, then dropped his hand straight down to her breasts, cupping and kneading the fullness of one of them, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Although he was not married, he had been with several women and knew the ways they enjoyed being loved. Elven women, much to his delight had similar tastes of the act.
Derinn stiffened against him and snorted with pleasure, pushing herself down onto the flesh that impaled her, and then twisted her fingers in his hair and wrenched his head sideways, gently.
Davey found his voice and asked softly, “Why have you chosen me?”
Derinn stopped her movement and thought for a moment. A long span of silence passed before her voice, the sweet sound of wind across the strings of a harp answered, “Because I found you.”
She moved against him lasciviously, drawing him further into her, and all need or desire for conversation faded immediately.
In the morning, Davey awoke to find himself alone on the blanket. Had it not been for the tell-tale signs of their coupling, he would've thought it a most wonderful dream.
Derinn, the only daughter to Lord Donnogh Boughsinger gave birth to a half, human – half, elf boy nine months later.
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Of course it would have been well within his lordships prerogative to have the child killed outright. The Lord Donnogh Boughsinger, however, was not a madman and just because his young daughter was headstrong and had made poor decisions was not a cause to destroy this fragile tiny life.
Derinn cared not for the child, the result of her nights abandon in the forest with the strong human logger, whom she never learned the name of. She was as carefree as the wind and as wonton as the rabbits which thickly inhabited the clearings inside of the Emerald Forest.
Eager to have the child gone from her womb, she willingly gave over control of the baby to her father's household. However, the Lord's councilor Quinn Goldenleaf was in a quandary, “What to do with the boy?”
The child was named Eioin (E-oh-inn) Finnian Boughsinger and given over to the religious order of the community for training when he was of age and off of the wet nurse.
For eight years Eioin was instructed in the ways of the Order of Corellon Larethian, by the fine priests of that disciplined order. Eioin had learned how the race of elves were born from the blood shed by Larethian during a mighty battle between Larethian and Lolth, a powerful underworld demon.
Eioin learned to find in nature the holiest of sites to worship Larethian and to use the beauty of nature to worship Corellon Larethian. In so doing, he learned blessings from Larethian would be given to him to help in the act of doing his work.
Eioin learned quickly and studied hard. He received instruction on the reading and writing of both the Elvish language and the common language. He was taught how to speak and understand the speech of other friends and enemies of the Elves including; goblin, orc and gnome.
While under the care of the Order of Corellon Larethian, Eioin was taught the riding of horses, cooking and hygiene, as well. He stayed with the High Priests from his fourth birthday until he reached his thirteenth year. Upon which they returned him to his Lordship Donnogh Boughsinger's home were Eioin was tasked with gaving prayers and occasionally advising his Lordship in the matters of the gods. Eioin was truly blessed by the god Larethian and was able to do many remarkable things. But with power comes politics. Eioin watched and listened with eyes open and mouth shut. It was clear many of his Lordship's household cared not for the bastard child.
It was while within the Boughsinger stronghold Eioin met a older man, Silvio Gavelli, a mage who had frequent dealings with Donnogh Boughsinger. Eioin took a liking to Gavelli and as the wizard was getting on in his years and having no one to pass on his lore to, decided to instruct the youngling in the arts of magic.
Eioin took to them as a moth goes to a flame. Never forgetting his religious upbringing, Eioin immersed himself in everything Gavelli could teach him. Eioin gave thanks to Larethian for every Mandrake root he found, he praised his god each time he was able to successfully mix tar and for every owl feather located.
To Eioin, magic was just another way of praising Larethian and used the arts to further his worship of his god.
But all was not well in the Boughsinger household. It was a well known secret the Lord's daughter was free and willing with her love, being a true spirit. However, to his Lordship, dignity was a prized possession and one not easily given away. What had once before been whisperings, now became the stuff of open conversation.
It was surely scandalous for the daughter of the leader of the Second Boughsingers to have given birth to a child not of pure Elven blood. Eioin, though loved by his adoptive father, would have to leave the household, and soon.
Knowing this and feeling remorseful for his poor learner, Gavelli had a thick and well made cloak created for his young apprentice, who now had reached nineteen-years-old, while Gavelli was in his travels far away in Sascraphonia.
The cloak and robe garment was magnificent and within it were many folds, compartments and lidded pockets perfect for storing and keeping safe the necessaries of the practice of wizardy. Gavelli had filled each of the pockets full of these essentials and he found crystal vials of ink and numerous sheets of paper necessary for the further study of the arts.
He'd given the boy wooden bound pages in order for him to make his notes and keep a record of spells and such. There were large compartments enough for him to carry these books too. The cloak was dyed deep brown with a sown on dark blue crescent moon on the left breast, denoting Eioin's devotion to Larethian.
This gift from Gavelli was priceless and very welcome. The old mage was set to retire to the Boughsinger conclave within the Emerald forest and offered Eioin an open invitation to stay anytime he so chose. Eioin said he would do so as often as he could but, Eioin had other plans. He wanted to see the world and visit all of the beauty Larethian had put upon the land.
So, on the birthday of his twentieth year, he quietly set off after saying goodbye to Gavelli and to Lord Boughsinger. The later gave him a sack of silver and gold coins for his journey. He also whispered to Eioin while giving him a deep, embracing hug, “Part of you is me. Make this time your DOING phase. You've spent your young life deep in the written word. Now it is the point to take what has been instructed to you, and see it work in the world. Go forth, but return to us as you will. Your room shall always be for your return as guest.”
His lordship made it clear Eioin was welcome as a guest in his household. Guest, but not kin. Eioin didn't begrudge this status between the two of them. Lord Boughsinger had given him a fine start and he still bore the Elf name, at least that had not been taken away and Eioin knew and was thankful for this.
Eioin left the embrace and spoke to Donnogh Boughsinger holding his strong hand. “You've been fine to me, my lord. I shall not forget it nor shall I disgrace your name or household.”
Donnogh Boughsinger smiled, inside he knew this young man, grandson to him, of half human blood was more a kin than his own daughter. Eioin Finnian Boughsinger climbed up on the dapper grey gelding and rode away from the Boughsinger compound in the trees. He was off to see the world and learn what he would...
They luxuriated in the warmth and softness of the make-shift bed and in the intimacy of their coupling, and when it was over the Lady Derinn, the High Elven daughter of His Lordship Donnogh Boughsinger of the Second boughsinger's Keep, moaned softly with contentment and rolled onto her back, snuggling her bottom into the lap of the burly logger, the back of one thigh draped comfortably over his waist.
He adjusted himself to her movement, rolling inwards voluptuously with a slow thrust of his pelvis towards her center, scissoring his right knee up along her left leg and bringing an arm around to hook his elbow behind her upraised right knee, clasping her thigh's heavy firmness tightly and pulling her knee up to his shoulder, unwilling to risk falling away from her embrace, and they lay together in companionable silence, each aware that the other was awake.
Neither felt any urge to speak. To the logger, this was a heavenly dream. One of the so-called “Fair Folk” had waylaid him in the forest as he thinned the entangled trees just as a farmer removes weeds from a well tended garden.
He certainly had heard of Elves but never had he seen one, much less spend an evening and night in a lover's embrace with one. Nor had he ever seen anything as beautiful as this lithe, strong, striking, magnificent female who lain entwined with him on his simple horse's blanket on top of dry pine needles.
Neither had said much since he first felt her gaze upon him. In fact, now that he thought about it, the logger, Davey Forrester, hadn't uttered a word during their whole, brief introduction. He simply nodded to her firm suggestion of a word, “Come.”
Now they lay spent from each other's passion. There was the call of a night bird and the briefest stir of warm summer air across their exposed skin. Davey hitched himself closer to her and increased the movement of his hands on her body, and soon a minor resurrection was achieved between the spread forks of their legs. He penetrated her almost without assistance and then lay lodged there, stirring only minutely.
They were lying almost at right angles to each other because of the way they were joined, their legs intertwined, and she reached out in the darkness and twined her fingers in his hair at arm's length. He reached up and clasped her wrist, running his fingers along her arm to her locked elbow, then dropped his hand straight down to her breasts, cupping and kneading the fullness of one of them, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Although he was not married, he had been with several women and knew the ways they enjoyed being loved. Elven women, much to his delight had similar tastes of the act.
Derinn stiffened against him and snorted with pleasure, pushing herself down onto the flesh that impaled her, and then twisted her fingers in his hair and wrenched his head sideways, gently.
Davey found his voice and asked softly, “Why have you chosen me?”
Derinn stopped her movement and thought for a moment. A long span of silence passed before her voice, the sweet sound of wind across the strings of a harp answered, “Because I found you.”
She moved against him lasciviously, drawing him further into her, and all need or desire for conversation faded immediately.
In the morning, Davey awoke to find himself alone on the blanket. Had it not been for the tell-tale signs of their coupling, he would've thought it a most wonderful dream.
Derinn, the only daughter to Lord Donnogh Boughsinger gave birth to a half, human – half, elf boy nine months later.
. . . . . . . . . .
Of course it would have been well within his lordships prerogative to have the child killed outright. The Lord Donnogh Boughsinger, however, was not a madman and just because his young daughter was headstrong and had made poor decisions was not a cause to destroy this fragile tiny life.
Derinn cared not for the child, the result of her nights abandon in the forest with the strong human logger, whom she never learned the name of. She was as carefree as the wind and as wonton as the rabbits which thickly inhabited the clearings inside of the Emerald Forest.
Eager to have the child gone from her womb, she willingly gave over control of the baby to her father's household. However, the Lord's councilor Quinn Goldenleaf was in a quandary, “What to do with the boy?”
The child was named Eioin (E-oh-inn) Finnian Boughsinger and given over to the religious order of the community for training when he was of age and off of the wet nurse.
For eight years Eioin was instructed in the ways of the Order of Corellon Larethian, by the fine priests of that disciplined order. Eioin had learned how the race of elves were born from the blood shed by Larethian during a mighty battle between Larethian and Lolth, a powerful underworld demon.
Eioin learned to find in nature the holiest of sites to worship Larethian and to use the beauty of nature to worship Corellon Larethian. In so doing, he learned blessings from Larethian would be given to him to help in the act of doing his work.
Eioin learned quickly and studied hard. He received instruction on the reading and writing of both the Elvish language and the common language. He was taught how to speak and understand the speech of other friends and enemies of the Elves including; goblin, orc and gnome.
While under the care of the Order of Corellon Larethian, Eioin was taught the riding of horses, cooking and hygiene, as well. He stayed with the High Priests from his fourth birthday until he reached his thirteenth year. Upon which they returned him to his Lordship Donnogh Boughsinger's home were Eioin was tasked with gaving prayers and occasionally advising his Lordship in the matters of the gods. Eioin was truly blessed by the god Larethian and was able to do many remarkable things. But with power comes politics. Eioin watched and listened with eyes open and mouth shut. It was clear many of his Lordship's household cared not for the bastard child.
It was while within the Boughsinger stronghold Eioin met a older man, Silvio Gavelli, a mage who had frequent dealings with Donnogh Boughsinger. Eioin took a liking to Gavelli and as the wizard was getting on in his years and having no one to pass on his lore to, decided to instruct the youngling in the arts of magic.
Eioin took to them as a moth goes to a flame. Never forgetting his religious upbringing, Eioin immersed himself in everything Gavelli could teach him. Eioin gave thanks to Larethian for every Mandrake root he found, he praised his god each time he was able to successfully mix tar and for every owl feather located.
To Eioin, magic was just another way of praising Larethian and used the arts to further his worship of his god.
But all was not well in the Boughsinger household. It was a well known secret the Lord's daughter was free and willing with her love, being a true spirit. However, to his Lordship, dignity was a prized possession and one not easily given away. What had once before been whisperings, now became the stuff of open conversation.
It was surely scandalous for the daughter of the leader of the Second Boughsingers to have given birth to a child not of pure Elven blood. Eioin, though loved by his adoptive father, would have to leave the household, and soon.
Knowing this and feeling remorseful for his poor learner, Gavelli had a thick and well made cloak created for his young apprentice, who now had reached nineteen-years-old, while Gavelli was in his travels far away in Sascraphonia.
The cloak and robe garment was magnificent and within it were many folds, compartments and lidded pockets perfect for storing and keeping safe the necessaries of the practice of wizardy. Gavelli had filled each of the pockets full of these essentials and he found crystal vials of ink and numerous sheets of paper necessary for the further study of the arts.
He'd given the boy wooden bound pages in order for him to make his notes and keep a record of spells and such. There were large compartments enough for him to carry these books too. The cloak was dyed deep brown with a sown on dark blue crescent moon on the left breast, denoting Eioin's devotion to Larethian.
This gift from Gavelli was priceless and very welcome. The old mage was set to retire to the Boughsinger conclave within the Emerald forest and offered Eioin an open invitation to stay anytime he so chose. Eioin said he would do so as often as he could but, Eioin had other plans. He wanted to see the world and visit all of the beauty Larethian had put upon the land.
So, on the birthday of his twentieth year, he quietly set off after saying goodbye to Gavelli and to Lord Boughsinger. The later gave him a sack of silver and gold coins for his journey. He also whispered to Eioin while giving him a deep, embracing hug, “Part of you is me. Make this time your DOING phase. You've spent your young life deep in the written word. Now it is the point to take what has been instructed to you, and see it work in the world. Go forth, but return to us as you will. Your room shall always be for your return as guest.”
His lordship made it clear Eioin was welcome as a guest in his household. Guest, but not kin. Eioin didn't begrudge this status between the two of them. Lord Boughsinger had given him a fine start and he still bore the Elf name, at least that had not been taken away and Eioin knew and was thankful for this.
Eioin left the embrace and spoke to Donnogh Boughsinger holding his strong hand. “You've been fine to me, my lord. I shall not forget it nor shall I disgrace your name or household.”
Donnogh Boughsinger smiled, inside he knew this young man, grandson to him, of half human blood was more a kin than his own daughter. Eioin Finnian Boughsinger climbed up on the dapper grey gelding and rode away from the Boughsinger compound in the trees. He was off to see the world and learn what he would...
