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Ecstasy


Mary felt as though she must be dreaming. It was totally surreal to see Val here in the night club, the strobe lights moving over the familiar angles of his face, the UV lights making turning his pale hair glowing violet, and silver blue by turns. Mary could only stair up in to his eyes, returning his smile. Bodies shifted and gyrated around them, but they did not matter, all that mattered was Val’s body pressed against hers. She did not want to let him go and clutched at his shirt. There was so much to talk about, so many questions, but Mary had no idea where to start.

The song changed, and reality crashed back in. “Val, you can’t be here!” She exclaimed suddenly.

Val smiled in that slow infuriating and utterly adorable way of his. “But I am here.” His free hand closed over hers, placing it over his heart. “See, feel this.”

“No, no.” Mary replied panicked, looking about franticly to see if anyone had noticed the alien yet. “I mean what if people see you! Do you know what could happen?”

“Oh, that.” Realisation seemed too dawn upon the elf, but he was unperturbed. “Do not worry.”He looked about the crowd and then pulled his shirt aside slightly to reveal a series of black metal disks that had been secured with straps over his torso. “It’s a cloaking device of sorts.” The elf explained. “It sends out a signal that confuses the mind as to what it has seen. No one will notice anything out of the ordinary. I will appear as just a human. It is a shame that these devices burn out so quickly.”

“How long?”

The elf shrugged, not worried.

“Then we should go.” Mary said, tugging at his hand.

Val resisted, and pulled her back to rest against him. “There is time enough yet. Dance with me Mary.”

“But.”

“Dance with me. I need to feel you against me.” He purred, his hot breath blowing across her ear.

Mary nodded, her head finding its familiar place on his shoulder. With his strong hands about her waist, as hers twined about his neck, he spun them in a slow circle, swaying to the music with his otherworldly grace. He smelt good. Mary sighed and lent back, to look at his face as if not quite believing her luck. He looked good to. Beneath his dark blue silk shirt his muscles moved suggestively. He looked elegant, eluded power from every line. Under her hands his muscles were strong and warm – gods she wanted his shirt off.

The elf took a sly glance at the other dancers. “Human gatherings don’t seem much different from elvish.” He commented as his hands slid down to clasp her ass, squeezing hard pulling her hips to his.

“Hey ! Still purvey I see.” Mary said in mock annoyance, a wry brow quirked over celestial blue eyes.

Val only smirked.

Mary pulled his hands off her derrière. Two could play at that game.

Mary turned spun under his arm away from him, but keeping hold of his hand. She danced slowly back towards him, wagging her finger at him when he tried to get closer, and then swayed to the beat showing off her curves invitingly. The elf looked frustrated, but laughed in good part. Her smile widened as she watched his eyes covetously follow her hand as she stroked over the curves of her body.

The music had turned hot and heavy; she shimmed towards him her hips circling like a belly dancers. Mary lay a restraining hand on his chest when he made a grab at her, feeling the hard muscle there, the pounding of his heart. Pirouetting around she felt the curve of her rear bump up against him. Steadying herself Mary reached behind, placing her hands on his strong thighs as she dropped down low before rubbing herself back up his body, her nails raking over the jean fabric. Her one hand straying to his groin, apparently Val was appreciating the show.

The elf hissed something that Mary did not catch above the music, but it sounded very much like. “Tease.”

He caught her close, a hand digging in to her hip, the other roaming wildly as she gyrated against him. She felt them turning and he gently stroked up her neck, lifting her chin. “Look.” He commanded gently, nipping at her earlobe.

Mary opened her eyes slowly, a large mirror was in front of them reflecting their image. They really did make a striking couple. His hand slowly stroked up her silky thigh, stopping at the hem of her ridiculously short black dress, fingers drew it up higher, revealing the very edge of her lacy black French knickers. Val smirked but his eyes were deadly serious, watchful, intent. He then moved his hand sideways in a slow caress, down over her hip over the fabric, following the V to the jointure of her legs, stopping before he reached the core of her. She met his eyes in the mirror, as his breathed in the sent of her hair.

“What does this remind you of Mary?”

She didn’t answer, only made a small feminine noise – like a whimper, or a moan.


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Louis had already paid to get in one club, and he resented having to pay yet again to get in to the next. But his disappointment was doubled when he spotted Mary in the arms of a tall stranger being ruthlessly kissed. Worse was the way that she looked up at him, adoringly. Happiness radiating from her like a beacon. And the tall man, handled her with a sure familiarity that could only be born from intimate knowledge.

Louis’s heart sank.

He pulled himself away and went over to where Jody, Mary’s friend was getting a drink at the bar. “Who’s Mary with?” He asked getting straight to the point.

Jody turned and lent back against the bar, shrugging a shoulder. She giggled, slightly drunk. “I don’t know, but he’s hot.”

Jody retrieved her drink, took one long look at the down cast American and ordered another. She handed the beer to Louis. Taking a swig she then said something quite unexpected. “You know you never really had a chance with her.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You never stood a chance with Mary.” Jody reiterated. The woman turned thoughtful. “No one did, not really. Sure Mary’s had relationships, she’s loved guys in her way. But none of them really touched her you know. Oh sure she cried, and was sad when they ended it but she had forgotten them really. But it’s not like that with her last guy. That foreigner really did a number on her. It changed her.”

“What foreigner?”

Jody shrugged again. “I never met him. But after braking up with her ex Will, she met someone. She hasn’t been the same since. I have never seen her like this about a guy before.”

Louis looked over at Mary and the man she was dancing with again. He was tall. Louis was a good size, but the stranger was really tall. With the shifting lights of the dance floor he could not really get a good look. Judging by Mary’s rapturous expression, there would be no chance of competition, but Louis doubted that on looks he would win anyway. Louis knew himself to be a good looking cat in swarthy Latino sort of way, however the stranger was a true Adonis – like a Greek statue come alive, perfect, aristocratic, and cold. But there was defiantly something – well foreign – about the stranger; Scandinavian perhaps, it was hard to tell. “So is that..?”

Another shrug, and a wry smile from Jody. “I don’t know. But your not going to get to talk to Mary tonight, so how about another drink?”

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Valdgarion was aware of the sudden leap of flame in his loins as he kissed the small woman. It leapt up through his body, lingering at the base of his spine, like a hand pushing him towards Mary. Elvs were by nature voyeuristic; watching himself touching Mary had pushed him over the edge, his fingertips feeling the silky skin on the inside of her thighs – the softest place in the universe.

He pushed her back towards a corner, in to the shadows there, kissing her all the while. Mary fought him ineffectively, trying to still his marauding hands, but he pined her arms above her head, giving his mouth lease to her neck and shoulders. His free hand drew up her leg, wrapping it about his hip so that he could rock in to her, pressing his imprisoned need against her. Her body was soft, and her skin sweet - like ripe fruit. And he wanted all of it. He wanted it all now.

“Not here. Humans we don’t… we will get in trouble.” Mary babbled as he kissed her open mouth hungrily.

He gave her a look that clearly read that he did not much care for anyone else’s opinion.

“Val, people are staring.” Mary objected.

The elf drew back, and looked around. Some people were indeed staring. He sighed, knowing that he could not afford to draw undue attention to himself. Mary looked relived, and not a little flushed. “Come then.” He said, drawing her along by her hand.

“Where?”

But over the music his words were lost.

He pulled her through the crowded dance floor, first by the hand. But hating the way that she was jostled by the heaving masses the Rhi’Arran tucked her under his arm using his strong frame to protect her, keeping her fragile little body close to his, where he intended to shelter it for all time.

As Mary waited to get her coat, Valdagerion looked around the human gathering, to give him some relief from the sight of the young woman’s shapely rear as she lent over the kiosk, else risk taking her then and there.

That human!

He recognised the man from earlier, the dark haired human male who had been accosting Mary at her dwelling. He choked back the jealous rage sprang up within him. He glanced back at Mary. Creating a scene would likely ruin her good mood, and he had yet to ascertain what the man was to Mary.

The human male was lucky for Valdagerion wanted nothing more then to eliminate him. It was something the elf could do with little trouble. Now however was not the time.

The elvish warrior glared at the man who had been watching them from across the room, his stair that of an unblinking predator, a stark glacial warning.

“Val?” Mary’s call broke his attention away.

He took great satisfaction tucking the young woman back under his arm. Smugly he kissed her forehead, and over his shoulder he flashed a triumphant smile, fangs flashing for a moment. A predator’s snarl. It was reckless, puerile. But the sudden fearful look on the dark haired man’s face was worth it.

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They broke out in to the night air in to the busy streets with taxis, girls staggering arm in arm on tottering heals, and young men bellowing, lights from signs, lights from the big screens, and music spilling from the bars. Mary relished the elf’s closeness, the way he held her hand, the way he kept looking down at her with a smile that softened his sharp hansom features. It made her feel protected and cherished. He was such a tactile creature, and she could practically feel the contentment coming off him in waves. She was beginning to realise just how repressed he was forced to be back on his own world, how much he must have despised it. How much the public display of their relationship meant to him. Proud, he wanted to live in the open in all areas of his life.

There was a faint tension about his mouth, through his body. Mary knew it well. The elf was strung tight with sexual frustration. She was in for a real ride once he had his way, but now the friction between them was delicious, and Mary enjoyed flirting with him. She laughed aloud, feeling light as a balloon, watching him watch her as she danced about lamp posts and around him, as he tried to ask questions about the city and human culture.

Who ever said that playing with fire could not be fun?

Val led her down quieter streets, and Mary soon realised that they were heading back to her place. “How did you find where I live?” Mary asked, slightly perturbed by the elf’s knowledge.

“It was fairly simple.” The elf replied. “Darrah has been looking on your human world wide web, and he discover where you live using something called Facebook and google maps.”

Mary’s jaw dropped astounded. Mary expected to hear that he had some kind of Elvish tracking device or some other such thing, certainly not that he had typed her in to a search engine.

She realised that Val had reached the end of his patience as they came to her building, but from the wrong side where a large wall protected their small garden. The elf was looking up at the flats. “How do we get in from here? Your world is very cold.”

“I’m blaming you for taking the wrong turn, your to much of a distraction, you know that Val?” Mary said. “We will have to walk round and get on back on to the right street from there.”

Val however had other ideas. Without warning Mary found herself tossed over his shoulder, as he nimbly vaulted the wall. “Which is your room?” He asked, breathless – but not from exertion.

“My flat is on the third floor.”

“Hold on.”

“Waaaaiiittttttt….!” She eaped, as the elf leapt up the cast iron fire escape in two bounds, like some kind of Tarzan or Spiderman. “I hate heights!” She complained the floor rapidly disappeared below her. The window leading on to the stairway was slightly open, and Val let them in quickly, putting Mary down carefully once they were inside, grinning at her mischievously.

“Show off.” Mary complained, turning her back on the elf and rummaged around in her purse for her keys.

The act of getting her keys out of her bag, finding the right one, and getting it in the lock suddenly became impossible, as she felt the heat radiating from Val’s body, he was standing so close they might have well have been touching. It was like having a power line fusing behind her. She could feel his eyes burning through her cloaths, feel his intentions.

“Hurry.” She felt his breath stir the hair on the back of her neck, making her knees week.

Mary’s fingers fumbled with the keys. “I’m trying.”

He chuckled, a low sensual sound, then lent in catching hold of her hand, guiding her. “You’re trembling.” The key suddenly slid home. Val drew her in to the dark flat. Something was different about him, but before she reacted the threat he was looming above her, watching her hungrily from his lofty height. Panicking she stood, holding a hand out to fend him out. He leaned closer, pining her between the wall and his aggressive body. She babbled something, any words she might have known in Quetta, or Latin, for wait a moment was forgotten as her eyes danced between his heaving pectorals, and his perfect lips.

Mary had always suspected that Valdagerion had this kind of passion in him, she knew it and feared it before he did. It was gratifying and terrifying to know that it was she that awoke it in him. She wondered if he was going to take her there on the floor, or up against the wall. But the elf swung her up in to his arms, and once again Mary marvelled at his casual strength as he carried her off down the corridor in the fashion of a marauding pirate. She studied his profile, the strong stubborn chin, his proud mouth, his chiselled jaw, and eyes that could be so cold, but now were molten and searing. Breathtaking.

Val let her down, going to close the curtains with a swift jerk.

Mary bent down, fiddling with the straps on her shoes kicking them off. The elf growled, a low animal sound that made her look up. She met his strange silver gaze, it was intent, in the way that made her feel that he was about to eat her alive. It then slid away, down over her body like a caress before the elf slowly stalked towards her, his muscles moving fluidly beneath his clothing, his fingers opening his buttons, revealing more of his sculpted chest. He was so very large, filling her sight, something more than any man. Terrifying, like an archangel. And tonight he wanted only her.


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Her chamber was small, but the bed would be adequate for his purpose Valdagerion thought. Mary was suddenly shy, a little fearful perhaps – as she had been when he had first decided to bed her. Her tongue was electric, her eyes were as wide as a childs.

He sank to the blankets with her, his voice husky and low. “Relax my fair one.”

Pining both if her wrists above her with his one hand. His body was above hers, hard and insistent, a wall of undulating muscles. His hips were between her thighs, his free hand stroking first up her leg, and then over her clothed body, to cup her breast, letting it fill his palm. She moaned softly. And he ground in to her seeking her friction instinctively as she moved restlessly beneath him as he kissed her.

His tongue traced a trail down her neck; fangs ran back up, before he sucked her earlobe in to his mouth. “Sikartar Mary.” He breathed reverently, making her tremble. “Beautiful, beautiful Mary.”

Her body was so responsive. Arching in to him wantonly, and he had barely started. Every time he touched bare skin he felt himself swell, as if his whole body was growing, becoming stronger, harder. And a good thing to, he planed to be if nothing vigorous. He nipped lower and lower, but her black lacy dress soon got in the way. He striped her of the irritating garment, only to reveal another annoying garment that he was unfamiliar with.

“Turn over, lie on your front.” Valdagerion rasped, his voice gone deep and horse with desire.

Mary’s body quivered in response. Her sensitive sides flexing as his large guiding hands stroked her ticklish flesh. She lay still, her breathing rapid and shallow, as he bit and nipped down her shoulder, his hands stroking restlessly up and down the length of her. His teeth found her bra clasp and with the aid of clever fingers he pretty well ripped the garment off her.

Taking a firm but non painful grip of her hair, and supporting her waist he pulled her up, turning Mary back around. He moved the strange dark lacy garment entrapping her beautiful breasts, and flicked at one pink nipple with his tongue. Mary gasped, the sound only making him harder. His hot mouth pulled her nipple in, and he suckled upon it until she moaned again, making little inarticulate noises.

He nipped and sucked his way down her body, revelling in the sent and feel of his female. He played with the edge of her black undergarments with his fang, before biting them and drawing them down her long legs before flinging them away in his impatience leaving her exposed and utterly vulnerable to him. Mary blushed, her whole body turning pink under his gaze.

He only managed to get as far as undoing the ridiculous human trousers before the need for her overwhelmed him, freeing his swollen desire. Valdagerion covered her body again, her hips his cradling his. He was everywhere, his hair making a curtain about them. His breath on her face, his sent like rain and sandalwood, his dominate male body pressing in to hers. His hands tangled in her hair, and he was in her mind again. Admiring every inch of her, making her feel more desired then she ever had before, the only female he could ever love.

Valdagerion eased himself inside the girl. He groaned, she was perfect, tight, slick, and hot. She cried out at the sudden invasion, as he took her with wild abandon, the need to dominate her paramount.

He pulled her legs up, forcing himself in deeper, as she thrashed about beneath him. His powerful arms slipped around her, holding her closer, so that he really only had the room to rock in to her, but he did not mind, it was more then enough.

“Enaerson.” He purred, “Yes, right there.” As the girl bit in to his shoulder to stifle her cries. He felt himself grow harder in response to this very elvish behaviour. Pity though, her voice raised in ecstasy was something he would like to have heard more of.

The gums around his own fangs were tingling, needing the tension of a bite. He nuzzled in to her neck, inhaling her sent, before nipping her ear, and then bit in to where her neck joined her shoulder, not enough to brake the skin, but enough to pin her beneath him as he built up to a frenzy. Thrusting harder, deeper, as if he was trying to force himself entirely in to her welcoming body.


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Mary cried out in pain in pleasure as the Elf bit down on her neck. Yes it hurt initaly, like his inital thrust in to her body but the ache it caused reminded her that she was alive. He must have pressed upon a nerve as the pain was similar to a knoted muscle beeing worked out, agony that dulled and untill it became like a kind of extacy that made her all but boneless. It was raw, primitive the way he took her. His jeans still tangled about his legs, his shirt only half off, only to be ripped off by Mary herself, literally tarring the fabric off him to get at his skin. When he had been probing her entrance she had feared him a little, he felt to large, to much of an intrusion coming to her in that aggressive way. But when she would have tried to slow him, he had cupped her rear, preventing escape. She had looked up at him, his face taught, as if in pain. In many ways she suspected that Val was. So she gave her body willingly to him, sacrificing it to him, healing his soul.

He was calming her body in a way that bordered on violence. His mind was a red haze, desire coursed through his blood, and wrapped around his organs. Their separation almost driving him mad.

She held him close, with all of her strength, feeling the gather and pull of his muscles, the sweat on his skin. Perhaps she was a little mad to.

Oh it hurt. But he was so beautifully male, strong, virile, and she wanted it, needed it. To be possessed, clamed. To be consumed by flames of their passion, this bed the crucible, and then all the fears and doubts would be gone from their hearts and minds. She clutched at him, afraid she was being swept away. He held her as hard, even as he took her emotions wracking him. Mary had never seen him like this, so wild, so undone, totally out of control.

“Let go.” She gasped, in his ear, her nails scoring in to his buttocks, pulling him in deeper.

A horse cry of desperation, followed by a long moan escaped from the elf, deep and husky; torn from somewhere deep inside of him, as his seed was forced from him. Exploding, until he felt that he had died.

They were pressed tight together, twined together like ivy on a tree. Their bodies scorching hot, wet with sweat and their musky fluids. In the aftermath of the frenzy, silence fell like a blanket on them as their thundering hearts calmed, and lost breath was recovered. Val was trembling, her strong warrior shaking in her arms. His length still fitfully twitching inside her. And on her chest, where his head lay between her soft breasts she felt warm drops of liquid falling. Tears.

Gently, ever so gently she stroked his hair, his back, his neck.

She felt cool air wash over her nipple as her lover drew in a deep breath. His voice was reverent. “You Mary, you are my ecstasy.”

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A/N:
MnMs , circe , lovelyl ; Thanks for the reviews! You really do encourage me to write faster. Hope you enjoyed this new steamy instalment. But Val hasn’t finished just yet!




Tomoe : Its lovely to have a new reader. I’m glad you appreciate the twist on the elf theme.