Dont abduct me I'm Welsh!

Trouble in Paradise


Valdagerion had never considered himself a coward before. But this was the twentieth time that he had tried to ask the girl if she would stay with him here on Arhn, only to find himself unable to find the words.

He had practiced in his mind, over and over. “Mary, I can not live with out you. Stay with me and I will protect you, and provide for your every need, and devote myself to your happiness.”

It was their last day on the island, before they had to return to the city. Now that he had become intimate with the blonde human female, he found that, rather than taming his lust for the beautiful little creature it only fuelled his desire even more. His sexual exploits with the girl were quickly becoming the thing he looked forward to most each day; he spent more time in bed now than he ever had in all his three hundred years.

Mary was in her favourite place looking out over the sea. Leaning his hip against the wall, he was content just to look at her. The elf knew the young woman’s face, almost better then his own. Her features were delicate and not a little mischievous, especially that naughty little dimple. It was so expressive, he was amazed how the girl had survived with such an open face. A riot of golden curls surrounded her head, like a halo. Her eyes were large luminous sapphires, which twinkled impishly, shone with wonder, and darkened with passion.

He struggled against the tight feeling in his chest as he stared at the creature who had become the love of his life. The elf corrected himself automatically. He wasn’t entirely certain if he was interpreting the feeling correctly; he’d never felt love before; he felt love for his family, his race, but never romantic love. He’d always thought that the concept of a soul mates, was a bit ridiculous. It was an interesting phenomenon, and one that a number of peoples across the universe believed it, but like deities it was impossible to prove anything. If such a thing existed, he should have been able to measure it, but love seemed distinctly nebulous, and he had dismissed it as some kind of mass delusion, or chemical imbalance. And yet here he was, certain that this feeling had to be love, and not just mere lust that he was experiencing. He hated the fact that he could find no explanation for this feeling, but couldn’t discount its validity; the sensation was too singularly different from anything he’d felt before to ignore it.

He had called her name. And those optic gems had turned their full beam upon him, striping him bare. And the words had turned to ashes on his tongue yet again. He told himself that he still had time.


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Mary sighed, bored. They had returned to the city after several marvellous days that had been simply paradise, Val’s city apartment was not exactly small, but Mary soon felt cooped up and restless. She hated the way that he ordered her around, and she hated how he avoided her questions, but most of all she hated how lost she felt when Val was not with her. But to coin a saying of her grandmothers, the devil made work for idal hands.

The elf had left, promising he would only be a short time. Something was upsetting him, she could tell by the way his jaw was clenched. But as to what she did not know, and she nor did she press him, Val promising he would explain everything on his return. It was just another question to add to her list. Like why there were human’s on this world, and why were they the Elf’s slaves. Val knew how much she abhorred this; how could he not when he spent more time in her mind then out of it. And because she was in his mind more often then they both liked to admit she knew that the elf was doing his best to keep them from her view. Anytime she had asked him about it, Val had deftly changed the topic, and it occurred to her that perhaps Val did not know. He freely admitted that humans for the most part were of little interest to him.

Mary realised that she was going to have to discover what she wanted to know on her own. Knowing that Val might not be quite pleased with her investigations, she waited until he had left before approaching what Val had explained was a computer of sorts. It was like no other computer that she had ever seen before. To all intensive purposes it was a slab of highly polished black stone, about the size of a lap top. She had seen Val working on it, his hands splayed out. And he had shown her images, and played music using the stone as a control panel. Mary studied the black stone set in to the wall, noticing the faint metallic veins that ran through it. The closer she looked the more it reminded her of a circuit board. “Ok, here goes nothing.” She said to herself before with some trepidation placing her hand upon it as she had seen Val do.

For a second nothing happened, and then it was like being scalded, she jerked her hand away. Loud white noise echoed in her mind, she actually put her hands up to her ears, and it was some long moments before she had recovered enough to make sense of it. Answers to questions that she had not asked, were now somehow in her mind before they faded. The stone was like some kind of upload point, for something like a very advanced world wide web, vast organic computers. Everything was stored on it, all the elf’s information on just about anything.

Still Mary was too stubborn and curious to give up now. Steeling herself, she reached out again, this time ready to block her mind against the rush.


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Valdagerion found his pace lagging as he neared the queen’s chambers, and his heart began pounding a little faster. It was like treating a wound, something that was painful, and better done quickly. But god’s his mother could be unpleasant when she chose. He suddenly felt impatience at his brother and friend’s approach, concern evident on both of their faces.

“Brother, a word.” Almahrean begged.

Valdagerion stood, and faced them full on. “What is it?”

"Don't go causing trouble you don't need," Rillian warned softly. "She is not worth your life."

Valdagerion shook his silvery mane, knowing that the –she – they were referring to was Mary. "She's worth it. I would give my life just to make her smile."

Almahrean looked genuinely shocked, “You would give your life for a human!?”

The Rhi’Arran’s ire just bubbling below the surface erupted in a brief flash. “Mary is not just a human! She is different.”

“Just because you are beding a female doesn’t mean that….”

A swift, fanged snarl was enough to silence the younger elf. Rillian looked at his friend with consideration.
“Almahrean, go on ahead.” Rillian ordered, taking the younger elf by the elbow. “Your brother needs to cool his head for a moment.” He said the next knowing that Valdagerion would be able to hear him, meeting his silver eyes with a meaningful look. “I don’t believe that the Rhi’arran will do anything imprudent. If not for himself, then to protect the girl.”

Valdagerion took the chastisement for what it was, and waited for his friend to return. Rillian looked him over, and crossed his arms. “Well, are you going to tell me what is going on? I can already tell by that stubborn look you are getting ready to argue with the queen.”

The Rhi’Arran sent him a very speaking look.

Rilian whistled low, settling his shoulders against the wall. "Your words frightened me, old friend. If I did not know better it sounds as though you're in love." He clutched at his chest dramatically and grinned. "Surely the great Valdagerion hasn't succumbed at last to that fabled weakness."

The elf’s glare was cold, but it did not phase Rillian. "Continue on with this subject and i might have to hurt you."

Rillian shrugged unapologetically. “Nothing wrong with falling in love, I think that it’s doing you some good, even if it's with, well, a human - granted, a very pretty human, but a human never the less.”
"Your point?" Vadagerion said blandly.

“To love her is fine. But you can not escape your duty.” Rillian stated his expression sobering. “Having a human mistress, well it’s unusual. The high sticklers wont like it. But you are a Rhi’Arran after all, its not like you need to social climb.” He laughed. “If fact it would afford us some amusement to see it stick in their gullets. But to take no mate, or to take a human as a mate – my friend – that is suicide. They will never allow it.”

“The human has no part in my decision of taking none of the Rhil.”

“Does it not?”

"Rillian, I do not utterly understand my own motives on this," Valdagerion admitted. His hands fisted. "Yes something about the girl has got to me. Like a burr in my skin, she only works in deeper. I have never felt this way about anything before. But I had decided before I met her that I did not want any of the rhil chosen by my mother. I want to be free to chose and not tied to someone for whom I have no affection, or who has no affection for me, using me like a horse.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet. The girl she's mine.” He said firmly, but a unknown sadness shadowed his eyes. The elf’s voice going soft. “And yet…. I know that I must let her go.”

“Perhaps that would be best.”

“However. I’m not letting her go without a fight.”

Rillian smiled ruefully. “I suppose that I had never expected anything less from you.”




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Mary found working on the elf’s consol was slow going, designed for elf’s more disciplined minds; she struggled with it for some time. Her head was pounding, but she ignored the pain knowing that mastery over the technology was just a matter of time. By holding a specific question on her mind the answer would come in a rush. But as soon as another thought came to her – naturally – the answer would be gone, and replaced with something else; which to her chagrin was more often then not, Val – infuriating elf. She could even see him at times, like looking through a security camera as he stood arguing with a tall female elf. It was very peculiar. But at length she had her answers she wanted, in amongst other things.

“Mary, what are you doing?”

It was Darrah, paying Mary as visit as he had promised Val the day before, with the hopes to entertain her and keep her out of mischief. Too late she thought triumphantly. Before she collapsed to her knees, the pain in her temples making her want to wretch.

The dark haired elf rushed to her side. “Why did you do that? It was very ….stupid! Not for humans.” He chided agitatedly, in broken English.

“I know….” Mary said with defiant joy, “I know all about the human’s here. Oh, but my head hurts!”

{Well I’m not surprised.} Darrah thought to himself, as he helped her up.

“So it’s not just Val. All elves’ do that you’re just a week human thing.” Mary retorted, skin to skin knowing his thoughts.

The dark haired elf’s, violet eyes opened very wide and he stared at the girl. He licked his lip, his teeth following. “Did you..Did you just read my mind?”

“Yeah, what of it?” Mary replied. {I can send my thoughts to. Bet you never knew a human could do that?}

{I have never heard of such things happening before. So you have to forgive my surprise.}

“Can we speak normally. I don’t think my head can take much more today.” Mary sighed as he helped her on to the divan. “Don’t keep underestimating me. Do you know how frustrating it is when people say what you can and can’t do?”

“Yes.” He said considering the point as he got her a wet cloth to cool her brow. He of all people had been struggling against expectations. “I believe that I do.” He came back, and smiled down at her. “How long were you on the consol for?”

“And hour.” She said. “I don’t know, I didn’t really keep track of time.”

“An hour?!” He gaped at her.

Mary looked sheepish, and in a sotto voice murmured. “It took me a while to find everything I needed.”

“By the gods, you could be dead. Don’t you know that anyone accessing things without authorisation could have their minds wiped, or worse be killed by the network, it's a living thing and it will protect itself?”

“No I didn’t actually. I didn’t even know there was security.”

“And the pain in your skull never once gave you reason to think that it was a bad idea?” He looked down at the young woman with incredulous admiration. “May I ask what you were doing?”

“I wanted to know why human’s are kept as slaves here. Like some kind of separate under class.” She explained. “You do know that they originally came from my world?”

He nodded. “They were slaves, given as gifts to our people by some of your war leaders . Since then we have breed them and kept them. It became particularly important after the great plague, because even though there were those of us who survived it, most were rendered sterile. We needed a work force.”

“Darrah, is it true that when they reach a certain age….that that you kill them?” Mary asked, turning her big blue eyes upon the dark haired elf.

He looked mildly panicked, but then his face softened in sympathy. “Yes. When they become to old to work, they are ….”

“Murdered.”

“Euthanized.”

“It’s wrong.”

“I know. Not all of us agree with the practice.”

“Do you just feel like that because of your long lost human ancestor?”

Darrah shook his head. “No, I feel that way because when our race was nearly sterile. The surrogate mother’s who carried our race were humans.”



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Valdagerion hurried back, pushing aside the unpleasant memory of his audience with his mother. No one said no to the queen, and certainly not one of her offspring. But he just had, very publicly. His heart was racing as he approached, but he forced himself to walk exited as a boy. He could barely wait to get Mary in the circle of his arms again.

When he opened his door, he realised something was amiss at once, that the lights were dim. He spotted Darrah from across the room, seated on the divan. The dark haired elf put a finger to his lips.

“Where is Mary?” Val demanded in hushed tones.

“Sleeping.” Darrah replied, getting up and coming over to the Rhi’Arran. “She has a dreadful headache.”

“Is she ok, have you consulted Perran yet?”

The faint amusement that Valdagerion was becoming all to used to stole in to Darrah’s expression. “No need. She used the console, that’s all. There’s no lasting damage. She has taken a pain inhibitor, and it’s nothing that sleep wont cure.”

“Monta Attoya!” Vadagerion cursed under his breath. “What did she do that for?”

“Curiosity.” Darrah said. “My friend, you can not keep her in the dark for long.”

“Don’t I know it!”

“Its amazing really. I have never heard of humans being able to use our biocomputers before.”

“She is probably the first to try. And she is already familiar with the paths of our minds. Everyday I think her affinity grows stronger.”

“I wish I could study her..” Darrah began, but hastily cut off when he glanced a flash of fang. “Well I had better be off in any case. “Valdagerion, she knows about the human slaves – their fates.” The dark haired elf said gently. “Let’s just say she was not pleased.”


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The pain inhibiter had sent Mary in to a deep sleep. Valdagerion stood over her, watching her in her rhythmic breathing, deriving some comfort from it. He turned to look at the young woman, curled up on the sheets. To one whom time had previously held little meaning, now it was marching down relentlessly. The pain of time he spent without her, the anticipation of seconds knowing he was about to see Mary, the ecstasy of the all too brief time spent with her; the knowledge that her life was so much shorter then his. He watched her sleeping, that awareness laying heavy on his heart. But she was human. Like flowers human’s were quick to bloom, and then wither.

When he moved closer he could see the tracks of tears drying on her checks. Carefully he sat on the edge of the bed, and stroked down her face, sighing her name under his breath. By her hand rested a palm sized electronic devise. He picked it up, noticing that it was open. The screen was blank, he could feel that there was no charge in the object. Meaning to do the girl a good tern, he filled it with his bio electricity, recharging it. The elf was about to close the device, when movement drew his attention. Images scrolled across the light screen, animals from Man’s land, a horse with Mary standing besides it beaming. The elf smiled fondly. Next her family, the resemblance was strong. “Oh, Mary is this what these tears are about?” He stroked her hair. “Are you home sick child?”

Another picture this time Mary and another young woman looking distinctly intoxicated, pouting their lips. He laughed softly, as more pictures of that ilk passed across the screen, little moments of her life, her life back in the lands of man.

The elf’s smirk faded as a young man’s face appeared. There were more of them, some with Mary. He snapped the device closed, and placed it on the bedside. His fists clenched he resisted the urge to look again. It had never occurred to Valdagerion to ask the woman if she had a mate back on her home world. Could this be a rival for the girl’s heart? Jealousy such as he had never known beet at him.

Blue, blue eye’s slowly blinked up at him. “Val.” Her soft voice wavered.

“I am here.” He murmured, letting his deep voice sooth her.

She looked so very vulnerable. Like when he had first known her, injured and so very small. Jealous doubts were swiftly pushed aside, she needed him. “Is it true?” Mary asked, and in her mind he heard her secret plea. – Say it’s not true, make all this horror go away.

But it was true and he forced himself to look deep in to her eyes. He was not good at this kind of thing, but he was going to try, he owed her that much. “It’s true.”

“Did you know?”

“Honestly, I did not think about it until know.”

She pulled her hand away from where he had been gently clasping it. “Val, how could you? How could you suffer people to be kept as slaves? To be killed when they were no longer useful?”

“You keep horses for riding, and cattle, sheep, and pigs to eat do you not?”

“That’s not the same!” Mary denied. “Those are intelligent beings!”

“And dogs, and horses are not?”

“But they are human!”

“Mary, I am elf kind. My ways are those of my people.” He stated. Her mouth opened, struck. The elf decided to elucidate the point, the last thing he wanted was to push the girl away, but he would not lie to her. “Besides in your world you keep your own as slaves, working to make clothes and other such things. You know how humans came to be here, they were slaves already. They know no other way of life, and we provide for them. What kind of life is it, to lose your mind, growing weeker and weeker. It is nothing that our own anchients do not chose.”

"Who gave you the right to decide for the humans?"

"We are an anchient race, millions of years old, not just thousands."

"Plenty of time to grow arrogant."


“Mary, you can not punish me for being what I am.”

“Val.” She stopped him as he lent forwards, a hand on his chest. “Val, I am human.”

“I know.” He replied, meeting her gaze, his voice a husky burr. “And there is no one like you in the whole universe, trust me I have looked. I want you Mary.” Lowering his head, he kissed her, deeply, slowly, savouring her taste. Salty tears, and honey. Everything about the girl reminded the Rhi’arran of sweet, clinging honey. The golden tones of her silky skin and fair locks, her syrupy voice, even the slow way she surrendered to him. As his hands slipped about her, he felt the shivers race up and down her back as he urged her to turn fully, pressing her softness against his hard body. And then she gave in with a tender moan, wrapping her slim arms around his neck, her tongue shyly came out to slide along his.

Valdagerion’s hands roamed up from Mary’s waist to just below her breast, ghosting back down again as he parted the silken robe, feeling warm living skin. As his hand continued south, splaying out over her slightly convex abdomen he swallowed her last sob, devouring all that she had to offer. Pulling back, his fingers stroking her soft skin he watched the young woman. Her eyes sparkled, as if stars had been caught up in a night sky, rose petal lips were moist and slightly parted, the flush of arousal blooming across her checks, and over her breasts.

“Beautiful.” He husked, in his own language.

He wanted her because of every little thing that she was, and that made her what she was. The elf prince wanted to keep her safe, worship her, tame her, teach her, provide for her, to love her.

He loved her.

Valdagerion’s hands slid down her thigh, feeling the surprisingly strong muscle there, his long digits pale against her tawny tones. Silver and gold. He smiled, a wicked eye tooth peeping out, as the girl gasped, sucking in her stomach writhing beneath his gentle ministrations. Then she opened her legs unconsciously offering herself to him, and he stared down at the opening petals. Red. A red desire.

His poetic intentions fled before this rising tide. Basic. Primal. He wanted to take her right now. To own her. Mary was his.

His palm rubbed against her desire, and fingers slid without preamble in to that pulsing channel. One and then two, right to the knuckle. Looming over the prostate girl, Valdagerion listened as the girl’s breath left her in a shuddering gasp. Her nails scored at his arms, urging him to continue or didst he did not know, it could have been either. Close, and so very tempting he took her nipple in to his mouth, feeling it harden against his tongue. The girl’s eyes were tightly closed, thrusting her hips forward, pressing herself into his hand, her body arching up to meet his, enjoying being caged in by his larger form. He bit down softly on the sensitive bit of aroused flesh in his mouth, causing Mary to moan deeply, offering more of herself to him. And he would take it, and more.


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The blond elf, literally undulated, as he moved up her body. Mary was trembling as she felt his hairless chest scrape against hers, the touch of his smooth flanks between her thighs, and then the heat of his heavy desire probing her entrance.

“No.” She heard herself protest weekly. She was still to pissed at the elf for this.

He did not stop. She felt his lungs moving between her legs, felt the rumble in his chest before he spoke. “Mary, you want this as much as I do. Need it as much as I do.”

It was the truth, and his body settled against hers, pressing her deep into the mattress. Her hips were already angling themselves to allow him entrance. Dam traitorous body. Mary had always had a high libido, but it was tempered by caution. She was not a one night stand kind of girl. But since meeting Val, she had become some kind of nympho, her thoughts never far away from his perfect ass, his cruel beauty, his washboard stomach, his strong arms, or his huge……

Mary moaned long, as if it was forced out of her, shaking her body until he had sheathed himself to the hilt, moving leasurly savoring the penitration.

Tonight there was something different. Val took her unhurriedly, nearly unsheathing himself every time he withdrew before pushing back in achingly slowly. He was skilled, probably the most skilled lover that she had ever had. Generous to. He was happy to stroke her four hours, making all her nerves sing with his touch. He nipped at her neck with his sharp fangs, perfectly timed to when he almost withdrew, the sharp pain making her body tense around his shaft. There was something determined about the elf tonight, deliberate.

It seemed to last for hours, a wave of pleasure that just kept on building but leaving her wanting more. "Look at me Maaarrrhhyy." He demanded gently. Mary almost refused him, but at a caressing mental nudge she caught his eyes, they were fierce, burning. His pupils so wide, that they were almost human if it were not for the extraordinary colouring. He reared up a little, looking down at her with such tenderness that it was almost painfull to hold his gaze.

Mary’s orgasm seemed to push her out of her body, as if her head was taken for a ride to the sky and back in a rapidly ascending balloon. As he began to kiss over her eyelids, and slack lips, in her languor she realised something. He was making love to her. This was not just sex anymore.

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Valdagerion drowsed, the girl curled up against him. Something rustled heavily in their room, and the girl waking sat up, leaving his side cold. “What is that?”

He did not even open and eye. “Probably just Kyi. He likes to curl up somewhere warm.”

Mary did not seem convinced, but reaching out an arm, he pulled her back down. He stretched indolently, yawning and arranging himself more firmly against the girl. Content, she still smelt of the spicy bath oils, and their joined musk’s. But his ear twitched, as a wood panel creaked.

The girl was tense beside him. "Val something is in the chambers. I know it."

Valdagerion sighed like one deeply wronged. Likely as not it was just Kyi, but he would go if the girl inisted. Rubbing her back he soothed her. “Stay here. I will go check. Its probably nothing.”

For a moment she caught his hand, holding it. He was touched at her concern, and kissed her forhead before dispareaing in to the shadows of the room.


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