Elvendreams E-Book

Julian Bates

• Herausgeber: via tolino media
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Erik is a man, a thief and a rebel, when, after a wild hunt, he escapes from the Baron's henchmen, just because he, of course, by pure chance, carries the jewelery of his wife in a knapsack, into the deep elven forest. He gets a lesson in the forbidden territory immediately, not from the elves, but from orc. An elf, who doesn't kill him, even though it would have been her duty, rescues him instead and nurses him back to health. Together, they discover, that elves are not prude at all, given the right circumstances, and sink together into a whirlpool of love, sex, magic, and such thorough gender confusion, that they would never have expected. This is a story full of eroticism, wild fantasies, which are quite a bit off the beaten track of normality, but totally non-violent, at least within the erotic scenes. So no erotic love story, but also no SM. A world beyond normalcy. Have fun, if you dare ...

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ElvenDreams

by Julian Bates

Book description:

Erik is a human, a thief and a rebel, when, after a wild hunt, he escapes from the Baron's henchmen, just because he, of course, by pure chance, carries the jewelery of his wife in a knapsack, into the deep elven forest. He gets a lesson in the forbidden territory immediately, not from the elves, but from orc. An elf, who doesn't kill him, even though it would have been her duty, rescues him instead and nurses him back to health.

Together, they discover, that elves are not prude at all, given the right circumstances, and sink together into a whirlpool of love, sex, magic, and such thorough gender confusion, that they would never have expected.

This is a story full of eroticism, wild fantasies, which are quite a bit off the beaten track of normality, but totally non-violent, at least within the erotic scenes. So no erotic love story, but also no SM. A world beyond normalcy. Have fun, if you dare ...

About the Author:

Where are the limits of imagination? That’s a question, that has returned to me over and over again, what limits should you set youself personally? The limits advised by the family? The general society out there? One of the various religious groups, and if so, which one of them? The one described by the law?

At some point in the course of a lifetime, most people come to the conclusion, that you can‘t please everyone, and you have to draw your own boundaries. As a result of that, my personal imagination has no limits, but I have some things that I plain don’t like, and others that I do. I respect the law, I do no harm to anyone else and very strongly try to live in such a way, and make as sure as possible, that I also do not do it unintentionally.

I respect other people and their dignity, no matter what they look like, what sexual orientation they have or what religion they belong to. I have no respect for people who treat other people badly, for whatever reason they believe, they have to do such a thing.

That’s exactly where I set the only limits of my imagination, including the sexual part. So, apart from the villains, of course, my characters respect the law and other people, and do not harm anyone on purpose. Sadism and humiliation will also not be found in my stories, voluntariness, respect and love for the partner(s) is one of the deep basics for all my stories.

ElvenDreams

By Julian Bates

1. Edition, 2017

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Inhaltsverzeichnis

Erik - The escape

Riselle - The patrol

Erik - An unexpected awakening

Riselle - An unexpected awakening

The thief

Alternatives

The first time

A confession

Surprise!

An explosion of sensations

A visit

A request

An end and a beginning

A follow-up

Life, the universe and all the rest

Epilog

Erik - The escape

It was the deepest night in the forest of Lorandhar and Erik barely saw his own hand in front of his eyes. He knew exactly what would happen if the elves caught him here in this forest, prison was both the most harmless and unlikely of the alternatives. However, he was well-prepared for his job of getting through unrecognized, his black leathery garment made him in the darkness as good as invisible. The noise he caused, as he walked through the foliage bothered and unsettled him, but there were plenty of animals in the undergrowth, and with a bit of luck, he would pass unnoticed, so he maintained his taut pace. He checked the fit of his two swords, but they wouldn’t benefit him much this time. Even if he would have been able to kill an elf, which he wasn't, because he played in a different league, he would never do it. There were such people, people who were able to kill the beautiful and angelic elves, but he himself surely wasn't one of them. Elves were not only the most magical of all races, but by far the most beautiful, and he adored them idolatrously. Without the elves, the other races would have wiped out each other for a long time, or would have been eradicated by the orc in the attempt. Which didn't prevent him from entering their forest this time, even though everyone knew that it was strictly forbidden. However, if you have the choice between the henchmen of the Baron von Friedheim (German: home of peace) and the forest of Lorandhar, the choice becomes very simple despite everything else. He would rather die by the hand of a beautiful elf than visit the baron's prison, for that had a really interesting reputation, which he could confirm with his own eyes as a witness. Friedheim didn't live up to its name, the baron had established a true reign of terror and arbitrariness, there was only one punishment for every offense, and that was death by the executioner's ax. After a short and very painful prison stay. Unfortunately, the elves couldn’t do much about it, since in the case they attacked him, the other barons would unite against them and ravish all peoples of the only hope that the races had against the numerical superiority of the brutal and ruthless orc. Dwarves, gnomes, humans like Erik, centaurs and all the others, the elves held the world together and the sometimes way too loose alliances intact, it was the only chance against the forces of darkness, like the orc. The orc and the other races didn't dare to go to war against one of the races of the Light as long as the Elves kept all united and the Alliance guaranteed the help of all in the attack. He was beyond belief disappointed in his own race, he thought men should lead the good here, but all they did was think only of themselves. As he jumped over a gurgling stream, he pulled the backpack from his back, which contained the jewelery of the Baroness von Friedheim. The jewelry was surely worth a little village, maybe even more. He threw his pack into the water, buried the jewelry in the little creek, and thoughtfully looked at the glitter of the bubbling stream in the faint moonlight, that had fought its way through a gap in the canopy to the forest floor. His world surely had its beauties, although they were sometimes very hidden and the same was true for the race of men themselves. In a slightly better mood, he continued his escape with a grin. His feeling was indescribably good, this had been almost a poetic justice. For many years he already stole from the barons and disposed their wealth in a very similar way as tonight, it was an absolutely great experience for him. Anyhow, as long as he wasn’t caught. He was a full time thief and earned his livelihood this way, too. The outcome was so great, that he had to make most of it disappear. The real reason for his raids, however, wasn't that he wanted to enrich himself, it was his special way of protesting against an inhuman nobility, which exploited the poor instead of doing their duty and protect everyone against evil and the orc. Understandably, he also didn’t want anyone to find out about it. Rich thieves always needed somewhere safe to sell their prey, and he didn’t think about the baronies and counties of men good enough to do so. He consistently avoided the other places, which even offered hospitality to orc and worse characters, because they even less suited his convictions. Of course, with the elves, someone like him couldn’t show up, even if they would have taken in men or let them visit. What they didn’t. Whenever you entered the forest of the elves, you were as good as dead, everyone knew that. Elves did love their private sphere even more than he. He was lost in thoughts, when he stepped into a small clearing and suddenly three orc stood out in front of him, emerging from behind a few trees. The orc stared at him stupidly and he couldn't think of anything better than to stare back just as stupid. His thoughts raced, what were orc doing here in the middle of the forest of Lorandhar? At some point, after a short eternity, he finally awoke from his rigidity, drew his two swords and ran screaming towards the orc. The first orc didn't even get his sword out and died with the attacker's weapon in his throat, gurgling and collapsing, and green blood spurting out of his carotid artery like a fountain. The other two also drew their weapons and came to him in alarm and coordinated. They both immediately went into the offensive and stroke at him in sync together. They were pretty good, coordinating their attacks and always hitting him during the same moment. Their punches also were very hard and he didn't get the right counterattacks through. When he finally saw a gap, he struck desperately as fast as possible. It had been a trap though, and shortly thereafter one of his two weapons clattered useless onto the ground. With only one sword it was even harder for him to parry the two, so he started to dodge in addition, but it used to be already quite hectic before, so he was soon lagging significantly behind their attacks. Then one of them violently punched his weapon out, and the other drew his sword through the gap in a swipe across Erik's chest, which cut both through leather jacket and skin. He screamed out loud and grabbed his chest. Another blow knocked the last of his swords completely out of his hand. They took their time, that is why one of the two stabbed maliciously his shoulder, directly above his heart, but he probably intentionally missed it a tad. It felt to Erik, however, as if the orc had landed a direct hit, especially when this pulled his weapon back out of the shoulder. His legs buckled, he dropped to his knees and waited for the killing blow. He surely had imagined his end to be violent, but not this way. This seemed to be so insignificant. His mouth was already filled with blood, he had bitten rather firmly on the tongue because of the pain. The vision blurred before his eyes as he felt a hard grip in his hair, tearing his head back, so that he could look straight into the orc's eyes. He spit blood and saliva in his face and hoped that this would spare him the torture or something similar and they would kill him quickly because of thier rage. The orc roared angrily and raised his sword. The body of the orc, however, was shaken by a blow and suddenly something moved in front of Erik over the forest floor, it was the head of the orc. The torso sagged and jerked him away, his hand continuing to hold Erik inexorably even in death. The other orc tried to flee and collapsed with two arrows in his back a few feet away, then the loss of blood and the pain overwhelmed him and he lost consciousness, redeeming blackness finally engulfed him. His final thought was, that his injuries were certainly deadly and he wouldn’t wake up again, ever.

Riselle - The patrol

Riselle quietly walked through the woods on nightly patrols, seeing more orc lately, which worried the people in the village about whether the orc might be up to something again. She checked to see if her sword came out of the scabbard easily enough and tightened her bow as she closed up the edge of the forest. A faint cry of horror escaped her as she saw a man being chased into the woods by other people, evidently Friedheim soldiers.

She put in an arrow and got ready. The man wore a black leather suit that wouldn't withstand her arrows. She tensed and was about to shoot when he suddenly disappeared past some bushes out of her field of vision. She cursed softly and ran parallel from him through the forest. Being a lot faster than him, she was soon enough quite the way ahead of him.

He made so much noise that she couldn’t possibly miss him. She leaped across the creek like a feather with a somersault, despite the bow that obstructed her. Riselle had a kind of agility and agility no human could ever reach. Even the other elves struggled to achieve her kind of mobility, it was a strange birth defect, her bones never got properly hardened, and they retained some flexibility, which fortunately rarely hindered her, especially as she made sure, that those bones had plenty of muscles enclosed around them.

She was by far the most flexible of all elves and far beyond anything, what a human could ever hope for. The hard training as a professional soldier made sure that Riselle was also significantly stronger than most of the other. But maybe that was also, because Riselle used to be all alone and had a lot of time to train. She had tried one or two partners, but had found male Elves to be incredibly boring.

Elves were the perfect gentlemen, they would never even touch a woman even a tad too hard. Riselle despised this kind of behavior. What was so bad about touching a woman a bit harder or at least trying out some fancy things in bed? Elves were just too noble for that, but Riselle didn’t feel very comfortable with nobility.

She crouched behind a tree and saw the man running to the stream. She stretched her bow out of the cover of the tree and just wanted to punish the man for his intrusion, when she saw something completely out of order. He sank his backpack in the gurgling stream and dreamily looked at the glint of the moonlight in the brook. A smile crossed his face, radiating a totally wild and irresistible attraction.

Astonished, she dropped the bow and looked at him more closely. He was slim for a human, but well-toned and muscular, significantly stronger than any elf, which never showed their superhuman strength. His hair had a dark blond, he had curls and a prominent chin. His eyes were blue, at least she thought she could see that from the distance, despite her elven view, she was a little uncertain.

What she knew, though, was that he looked pretty good and made her blood boil for excitement. She leaned against a tree, breathing heavily, confused by the violence of her emotional outburst. When he finally walked on, she went burning with curiosity to the creek and fished out his backpack and looked into it. The backpack contained valueable jewelry, gold and other treasures.

Not only was it worth a small fortune to humans, why did he throw it away? No one in their right mind hid a treasure in the forest of Lorandhar, and certainly not in a stream. The chances of running undetected through the forest were pretty low, what everyone knew. He also was far enough away from his hunters by now, they turned a long time ago. But he didn’t look stupid, or handicapped or something like this.

Suddenly she heard very close that his footsteps discontinued, he had stopped. She strapped on the bag, which was uncomfortably wet on her skin, and moved to the position where she had last heard him. A gurgle sounded and someone died. She jumped in fright and fear for his life, she had just found him, he wasn't allowed to die, at least she had to have the chance to meet him and find out what had made her blood boil so badly!

She ran even faster and, having arrived at her destination, finally saw three orc. An angry growl involuntarily formed in her throat as she caught sight of the elves old archenemy. One of the orc held the human by the hair and was about to finish him off, since he seemed to be already badly wounded. She gasped when she saw all the blood, and red veils of anger settled over her eyes. She jumped to the orc and beheaded him in the middle of her jump. The other one turned and ran as fast as he could when he was hit in the back by two of her arrows and also collapsed lifeless, she heard his last breath even before he hit the ground. The man collapsed weakly, she jumped to his side, caught his limp body and freed him from the iron grip of the dead orc. She carefully put him down on the forest floor and examined his wounds. The large wound on the chest looked vicious, but was only superficial and therefore probably still the minor problem, much more worrying was the stab into the shoulder, if the sword had caught too many or the wrong vessels, then he wouldn’t have much time left. She applied a pressure bandage on the hole in his chest, pocketed her weapons, and picked the man up. She would have to carry him those few miles home, he had to get to a healer as soon as possible, there was no time for something else. Her breath came harder than usual, when she finally arrived, since she pushed her body so hard.

But it paid of, since at the time when she gave him to the healer, she found out, that it was fortunately soon enough to stop the bleeding of the indeed fatally injured man. A human healer probably wouldn’t have succeed with this job. Not very surprising for her, she had to answer for her behavior in court, it was her duty to kill or arrest people, her actions had been borderline. However, her punishment was quite tolerable for her, since she just got released from her duties as a soldier for the time being, and got the responsibility for the man for the duration of his healing instead. Nobody could imagine, that this was anything desirable. After that the Council intended to decide about the fate of the man again. Presumably it would simply result into a banishment, but until then she had a while and could rethink the whole thing, and even more important, re-feel it. So she sheltered him at her house and cared for him, even leaving him her own bed and spending the night on the sofa in her living room. When she freed him from his clothes to put him in his sickbed, she could admire his naked body. His muscles were impressive and his skin felt very soft. She found herself caressing his skin a few times, rather than focusing on her task. She worried about his long unconsciousness, and the worries unfortunately came true when he got a high fever and started to burn from the wound in his shoulder. The healer visited her every day, especially when he was so feverish and they cleaned his wounds daily. The healer magically filled his stomach with sugar water and a protein-rich mush that she would never have touched, as it tasted rather disgusting. He couldn't care less, this way he would at least survive and he didn’t have to taste the stuff. This continued for many days, until at last the furious redness at the edges of the wound subsided and his fever sank. The intense relief she felt for that surprised her quite a bit. He didn't look bad, but what did she know about him? He was obviously a thief and a rogue, and beyond that surely a very rough and violent man. Fierce shivers ran her back down when the thought crossed her mind, and she didn’t like it at all, this wasn’t the kind of feelings that befit an elf. Nevertheless, she remained, or perhaps for that very reason, sitting by his bed for hours, caressing him or reading stories to him. Once she grabbed him in the crotch and stroked him there curiously, he felt pretty good in her hand, so soft and yielding, and much taller than any elf she knew. However, he quickly became tough and grew to a size that scared her a little bit, and as he became rather restless in his feverish dreams under her tender hands, she immediately let it go out of her fingers. The dreams she had that night were very disturbing to her, and she woke up very agitated and steaming wet the next morning, at this intimate place between her legs. One day he finally woke up, it had been meanwhile almost two weeks since she had found him. Without the extraordenary healer, he certainly wouldn't have survived this ordeal, and he would need a good deal of exercise and muscle building until he was reasonably fit again. What the healer also reported to the Council, so that everything formal had to be pushed back in time quite a bit. What was just about right for Riselle.

Erik - An unexpected awakening

Well, he woke sometime up, despite all the odds, which had been this time clearly against him, contrary to his expectations. His head was throbbing, his mouth was dry like desert sand and his shoulder felt like someone had put a red-hot iron in it. He was apparently feverishly feeble, barely catching his eyes and moaning, his throat burning like fire. An angel with fiery red hair came into his field of vision and smiled somehow strangely. He felt her hand over his member, it was hard and felt pretty good in a delicate woman's hand. At that moment, he knew he hadn't survived this after all. A small voice in the back of his head called out to him that hell probably looked different, then everything went black again. Some more time later it became light again around him, he opened his eyes and awoke for the second time. The hot burn in his shoulder was gone and he could see reasonably well. The first thing he saw was the angel with the fiery red hair, she leaned over him and smiled at him. His throat was dry and he croaked a "water" in her direction, since he felt in this moment, that he wouldn’t have gotten out much more anyway. The angel nodded and turned to the side and disappeared from his field of vision. But he had still noticed her pointed ears, so his angel was an elf. She reappeared shortly afterwards and gave him lukewarm tea with plenty of sugar to drink. He stared at her, unable to believe what was happening to him. He was supposed to be dead, elves didn't let people in, he knew that much for sure. Besides, she smiled at him and actually looked quite friendly, her expression was somehow... relieved and happy? It made no sense, why would an elf look at him like that? The tea tasted awful, but it was liquid, and that was exactly what he needed right now. After a few sips, he cleared his throat a few times and tried to speak, but what came out was more a croak than words. Flame-red hair fell on his face as she brought her ear close to his mouth. "I live and you aren't an angel, I was so sure that you are an angel, but you are an elf. Where am I and why do I live? And who are you?" She gripped his face with both hands and spoke quietly to him. "You are safe here, I did and will watch over you, don’t you worry. My name is Riselle, may I also get to know your name? " "My name is Erik, I, well, I'm so sorry I entered your forest, oh, orc! There are orc in your forest!" "Don’t you worry about the orc, I killed them all. How are you feeling, are you alright? Do you feel any pain?" He looked at the elf and his eyes blurred, she was so beautiful, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life.

---ENDE DER LESEPROBE---